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104,173 | Riding Out | Hi, my name is Lucy and I'm a cousin of Cleo. I'm 18 years old and have black hair, green eyes, and my stats are 32G-24-34. I'm currently enjoying life without any sort of aim or purpose in a career and will try anything in ways of jobs or training. As I'm still trying to decide what I want to do in life, but aim to have fun no matter what I end up doing. On the way, I expect to have many adventures and experiences.
I'd been offered a day's horse riding out in the country with a country events club that a friend of a friend of my mother knew. Never having ridden before, I didn't have a clue what to wear. But then my mother came in and gave me some clothing she used to wear for riding years ago, she said. Most of which didn't fit except for the boots and trousers called jodhpurs, she said.
On the day I was to go, I picked out most of the wrong clothing really. Like the underwear was a pair of pink lace booty shorts that shaped round with my ass into the crack and a lace vest top instead of a bra that gave me a little support. The jodhpurs were cream and fitted like a second skin, which my mother said they were supposed to be like. On top, I wore a white tight nylon jumper and nothing else. Mother had bought me a pair of riding boots that came to just below the knee. I did my hair into a ponytail and put on a little makeup and left looking like this on a warm but cloudy day. I'd not even bothered to take a coat with me as the man arrived who was the friend of mother's friend. As he looked at me and introduced himself as Brian or Bri for short, he smiled at me as he watched me get into the car next to him. He asked as we set off if I was looking forward to riding, and I told him I was very much. Inside, I'd become all excited with the thought of riding a horse for the first time.
Out in the countryside, we turned down a track towards an old country house. After parking next to quite a few other cars, we got out and walked into a yard with lots of people in it. Bri already knew from us talking in the car that this was the first time I'd ever been horse riding. He said he'd look after me and teach me what I needed to do before we set off out into the country. So this is what we went off to do as all the other men and women started out. In no time at all, Bri had taught me how to mount the horse, hold the reins, and put my feet in the stirrups. He soon showed me how to steer the horse and how to make it go faster or slower. He did all this on a pony in a paddock. After he saw and I was sure I knew what I was doing, he told me it was time we got our horses and went out into the country to join the others. So we walked to the stables of the horses, and there were two horses already saddled up ready for us.
He had a big white stallion, and me a black filly. The stable hand did warn us to keep an eye on them as they might try to get frisky with each other. As soon as we started to ride out, I felt something start to stir within me, having the powerful beast between my legs. I was soon finding that riding a horse took a lot more than a pony. But I was managing fairly well. The motion, though, was making that feeling stronger. My pussy rubbed against the saddle, and my nipples rubbed against my lace vest top as my breasts bounced up and down. We were sort of following a set route that had been used quite a few times before by the look of it. No doubt the others had already gone along this way. As we rode, the clouds had broken up, and the sun had come out in a blazing heat.
Only about 10 minutes had gone, and with me having on the riding hat and jumper, I was starting to sweat. Bri noticed how hot I looked as he said, "Why don't you take your jumper off as you looked roasted in it?" as we rode side by side. I thought I'd like to, but remembered I'd only got on a pink lace vest top on. So I replied, "I can't." "Why?" he asked. "Because I only have a lace underwear vest on underneath," I answered. After a few seconds, he then said, "Well, there is only us two here, and we won't see anyone till we get back to the stables now, so if you don't mind riding with me in it, as I won't mind, then you could still take it off," which made me think. Dare I take it off with him here? Then again, it was only us two here. Thinking for some time and feeling even hotter sort of made my mind up for me.
In the end, I decided to take it off and stopped my horse to dismount and do so. Two things would happen from doing this. The first happened as I swung my leg over the horse to dismount. There was a sort of ripping sound as the old stitching on the tight jodhpurs gave away. It wasn't just one seam either, as all of them sort of went in a chain reaction. So by the time I hit the ground, so did all the pieces of what was my mother's old jodhpurs. This left me standing there looking down in amazement in just the pink lace booty shorts. After a bit, I raised my head and looked at Bri, who was standing looking at me and the sight. Then the second thing also happened at this point. As we'd let go of the horses, the stallion quickly took a chance to go for the filly I'd been riding. This startled the filly, and she took off running with the stallion going after her.
Standing there like some helpless dumb schoolgirl, I did nothing. It was Bri who took charge by asking, "So which is more important, covering the top and being hot or seeing if we can cover your sexy little pink knickers up?" smiling. It was hot, and it seemed to me more important covering my knickers up as they did show a fair bit of the shape of and my ass cheeks. So I finally said, "I think I better cover my bottom up, by trying to make a skirt or something," and blushed. So I took off the hat and then removed my jumper and stood there in just my pink lace underwear in the countryside. Bri took my jumper out of my hand and first started to see if there was any way of covering me with it as a jumper. No matter what was tried, it either had my front or back uncovered. Even trying to pull it up didn't work either.
Next, I was shocked as he produced a knife and started to cut up my jumper. He didn't cut it into two pieces though, he cut it into eight. I never even guessed that he had no intention of covering me. I actually thought he had a plan, idea, or way of doing me a skirt this way. Soon, he was trying things with the pieces. While doing so, brushing my wet pussy and grabbing my ass as he held pieces in place. The feeling again in me was getting stronger. Nothing looked right or worked as he continued to try. One thing was working though, I was becoming more turned on with each touch on my ass or pussy. I was being so naive though, as I never even realized his touches were gropes and not just harmless things. At this very moment, one hand was squeezing one ass cheek, as his other was lightly brushing over my pussy.
Soon though, he finally said, "Sorry, Lucy, there seems to be nothing we can do to cover you," as he looked up at me while still having his hand on my ass. Then added, "At least out here, no one will see you like that, so if you're brave enough, maybe we could go look for the horses," which I knew we'd have to do to get back. In the end, then I agreed, and we set off. Not thinking he could give me his t-shirt to put on as it was big enough to cover the whole of me. Walking, he had his arm behind me with his hand on the top of my right ass cheek. With him talking to me the whole time, I did nothing to remove it or protest either. Why was I so dumb at these times? After all, I'd got very good qualifications at school and more since leaving at college and other education centers. Yet today, I'd dumbly put on some old jodhpurs without checking them. Then let a man cut up my jumper and grope me without a word also. Even now, have me walking in the open countryside in just my underwear with his hand on my ass.
Entering an area that ran along a wall between two fields with some trees and bushes growing along them, we heard a noise. So we looked for a gap to look through to see what the noise was. Finally, we found one some yards further up. At first, we couldn't see anything, but could still hear something. Then suddenly, in the middle of the field we were looking into, we saw my filly come running and then stop. Straight away, I said, "Great, let's go get her." "No," he replied, grabbing me, "wait, something's happening here, let's wait and see what it is," as he stood behind me. A few seconds later, his stallion appeared, running towards the filly. Bri just now put his arms around the top of me like a boyfriend would his girlfriend. Again, I did nothing to stop this in any way.
Bri whispered in my ear just as the stallion stopped behind the filly, "I think they are going to do it," as he lightly blew on my ear too. Do what, I thought, again being naive. He lightly kissed, blew, and nibbled on my ear as I watched the filly and the stallion get closer. The stallion started to rub around the filly. As I watched, transfixed. As I did, Bri was taking his chance of my distraction. He'd now moved to my neck with his kisses and things. His hands were also now moving, one was now on my breast lightly rubbing and squeezing it through my lace vest. His other had moved down to between my legs and gently rubbing my pussy. The stallion was now behind the filly, and suddenly it raised up onto its back legs and mounted the filly from behind. I watched in amazement as I saw the stallion's big cock push into the filly.
There was something so erotic about this. By now, too, I had such a feeling in me. I was so turned on that I still not notice what Bri was doing. Bri now had one hand inside my vest, fondling my breast and nipple.His hand had now slipped into the top of my booty shorts, and his finger was slowly, slightly slipping into and out of my pussy. The stallion was now really going at it with the filly. I then felt a lump pressing against my ass as Bri's finger-fucking became harder, faster, and deeper. Did I realize how turned on I was and what he was doing to me? Still, it never entered my mind that he was going to fuck me, let alone fuck me right here.
Without my mind thinking of it or even responding to stop them, my hands reached back and started to undo Bri's trousers. I pulled down his zip and reached inside to find his cock in his underwear. My hand found what it was looking for as it closed around the warm, hard shaft of his cock and started to pull it out of his fly hole. As soon as his cock was out of his fly, I started to stroke it slowly as he continued to finger-fuck me and grope me. Still, my eyes were on the horse as he now talked into my ear about how he was going to fuck me like the little slut I was, in his words, not mine. Telling me also how I was going to ride him until he'd filled my tight pussy with his hot cum. This dirty talk wasn't disgusting me, but rather turning me on more.
What was this that had awoken in me? Just a few weeks ago, I'd never have dreamed of even thinking of sleeping with a man until I'd known them for months. But now, here I was again, about to let some near-stranger I'd known for little more than a couple of hours fuck me. Not only that, but I'd let him do it right here in the open and do whatever he wanted me to do for him. The first of this I was about to do as he whispered in my ear, "Suck my cock, Lucy," and I did just that. Turning, I lowered myself into a squatting position and opened my mouth, taking his cock into it. At first, it was me bobbing my head back and forth on his cock. Soon, though, it was more him holding my head as he fucked my mouth.
He was now pulling at my pink lace vest top, and my tits bounced out the bottom as he pulled it up and over my head and off. My tits were now exposed to the world if anyone walked by, as I was now completely topless. Pulling me back up to a standing position facing him, he looked at me and said, "I have a mate who's a photographer trying to break into the glamour and page 3 industry, and I'd bet he'd love to get his lens on you for some pictures." And then he added, "I'll give him your number after I've fucked your tight pussy; he'll pay well, even more if you let him fuck you too," and came towards me again.
It was within seconds that he whipped down my lace booty shorts, spun me round to face the wall and the hole in the bushes, where I could still see the horses. Now, though, the horses were apart and just grazing in the field. I had no time to think about that, though, as I was being pushed forward to rest my hands on the wall, and my legs were being eased apart. As my ass stuck out towards him, I felt the tip of his warm cock against my pussy lips. It pressed firmly forward, opening them and forcing its way into my moist, tight pussy, as the image of the stallion mounting the filly flashed through my mind again at this point. It was as if he was the stallion and I was the filly, letting him enter me.
It seemed like hours had passed, but only really seconds, until he started to pump in and out of me from behind. His strokes were so hard and powerful that it was taking all my strength in my arms to stop me from falling forward and crashing into the wall. This guy seemed to know exactly what I was and wanted, as he started to abuse my tits, ass, and body as he fucked me hard and fast. He'd wrap my hair around his hand and pull on it, forcing my head back at times. When he did this, he'd put some fingers of his other hand in my mouth, telling me to suck on them, which I did like an obedient girl. Something about me told this guy I'd do whatever he wanted me to do.
Soon, it wasn't long until he was laid on his back in the grass with me on top of him, riding his cock like a rodeo star did a horse. Yes, now I was riding, but not in the way I thought I would be today. Because I was still too naive to know that this man, from the moment he first saw me, had the intention of fucking me like a prostitute. Except I'd be doing it for free and feeling like it was something special happening for me, not understanding that this man's sole interest in me was to fuck me and use me. This man who I was currently riding, and as he felt my tits, saying, "Fuck me, bitch, you are such an easy little slut, aren't you," a comment I just didn't register at all. If I went on to think about it, I'd have most likely thought that about how this guy was going to take me out and wine and dine me, not that all he'd ever do would be to fuck me and dump me, even share me with his friends if he had the chance.
None of that was in my mind, though, as I continued to fuck this guy naked in a field. I moaned, screamed, and groaned loudly as I wriggled, bounced, and rolled on top of this guy's cock. Even when I was on all fours with him behind me, it was me moving myself forwards and backwards on his cock, more than it was him pumping in and out of me. Like I said, fucking him like a prostitute for free, though. Between him and watching the horses, I was so turned on that I came while on his cock. This made me scream even louder and then collapse. He repositioned me after this so I was flat on my back with my legs pushed up and wide apart as he drilled into my pussy. After what seemed like ages, he finally came, shooting his cum deep into my pussy.
As we laid there, I heard him say, "You really are a young, dumb, and full of cum now," and he put his hand back on my left tit. As he squeezed my tit and looked at me now, he said, "You really should get in touch with my mate, as he could really launch himself and you into the glamour world. I'm sure he'd pay well," and then added in a low whisper, as if I was not to hear, "even more if you let him and some friends fuck that sweet body and tight pussy," and kissed me.
Soon, he was stood up and dressed, and I realized he'd never even gotten undressed. Anyway, he told me to stand as we needed to get the horses, who were still in the next field. Then, though, I remembered that I was still totally naked and asked him what about some clothes for me, as I couldn't go back in just my underwear, which I was just trying to get out of a prickly bush that he'd thrown it into. I noticed it was muddy as I put it on, which I had no choice but to do, as I had no more. So, it was now that he offered me his t-shirt, which was too big for me. Which was good, as it went right down, covering even my now muddy and even cum-stained knickers that I had on.
We did manage to get the horses back and rode back to the stables well after everyone else had gone home. The stable staff did give me some funny looks. He, though, told them I'd fallen out of my horse and my clothes had ripped beyond repair. So, this is why we were late back and why I was dressed the way I was. As soon as we were in the car, he gave me his mate's number and name. Then, all the way back, he just kept telling me how much I could make being in glamour and how gorgeous I'd be in it. As we stopped at some lights for road works, he slipped his hand under the t-shirt into my knickers and a finger into my pussy before I could stop him. He asked, "Will I get to fuck this again then?" and I then pulled out his finger and licked it. Then, the lights changed, and we were at my house before I even answered him, thank god. I used the same story to my parents as he had at the stables as to why I was dressed as I was on my return, giving him his t-shirt back after putting on my dressing gown. He asked for my answer again, and all I did was smile, say, "Thanks for the great day," blow him a kiss, and go inside.
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104,175 | Super Sunday | Hi, my name is Cleo, and this is a story of something that happened to me not long ago. First, let me tell you about myself. I'm a 20-year-old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 34DD-22-34. There I was, sat in a taxi with a man I just met the night before. Bill turned to me and said, "Let's go to my place, then get some clean clothes, some breakfast, and discuss what to do today." "Okay, your place it is," I answered.
When we got there, I looked at the house. A rather plain little terraced house, but in good condition, unlike some of the others on the road. As we entered, Bill said, "Go take a proper shower if you want, while I get breakfast." "Thanks, Bill," and off I went to get showered, and it certainly refreshed me. After, I gave my underwear a quick rinse and hung it on the radiator to dry.
When I'd finished, I found a robe on the back of the door and went down for breakfast with Bill. Looking at him closely, he was about 41 or 42 years old, with black hair with bits of grey coming through. He was of average build with a bit of a pot belly and blue eyes. Not bad looking for an older man. After we'd eaten, Bill looked at me, "There are some clothes that my ex left in the spare bedroom and some makeup. I don't know if they'll fit, as she was not quite as built as you," he said, smiling and looking me up and down. "Thanks," I said, and off I went to have a look.
I put on my black lace bra, thong, and suspender set that had been drying on the radiator. Because, as they say, you never wear other people's underwear, even if there was some there. Plus, with Bill's statement, I guess it wouldn't fit anyway. After searching through the clothes, all I could find that would fit was a ra-ra style skirt. It was very short, and you could see my stocking tops and the clips of my suspenders. If I bent over, the skirt would rise right up, and you could see the whole of my ass. It was clean, though, unlike the dress I'd had on last night. The only tops that would fit were either a horrible-looking blouse that had a big print of flowers on it or a t-shirt that was very tight, with "Look" written across the chest that stretched right across my breasts. Not my normal style, but it would do.
When I returned downstairs, Bill gasped, and his eyes looked me up and down. They stopped and stared at my chest. "You can't help but look," he said. Then adding, "Cleo, you look fantastic. Let's get going. I've made a few calls and got some plans for what we are going to do today," he smiled as off we went.
After a while, we were in an area of the city that I was always told you should not go into unless you were with a lot of people. So I was a little worried. It must have shown too, as Bill said it would be alright, as he knew a few people who lived around here. I was still very nervous, as it was a dangerous place to be in for a young woman. With the way I was dressed, it sort of drew more attention to us too. Bill pulled out a blindfold and handed it to me. "Put that on, I don't want to ruin the surprise," he said with that wicked smile of his. Then, after about 5 minutes, he stopped the car, and I heard his door open and close, then my door open. "Come on, Cleo, you don't want to miss your surprise, do you?" By this time, I was so nervous that I was shaking visibly. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you, I promise," With that, he led me by the hand. After a short walk, we stopped. I heard him knock on a door, then it opening, a deep voice said, "Hey, Bill, how's it going? Fuck me, that's one hot-looking bitch you got with you there." "Hello, Ding, great today, no work is always great. This is Cleo, and she wants to have a fun day today, as I told you on the phone." "You said she was great-looking, but you didn't say she was fucking hot, man. When they made her, they must have shut the hospital because you can't beat perfection." I thought it was time I said something, so I squeaked, all giggly, "Why, thank you, I'm sure you are being too kind." With that, we entered through the door. "If you'll just make yourselves at home, I'll finish setting things for the activities, okay?" and I heard him go away. Still unable to see him with the blindfold still covering my eyes.
When I heard him come back, Ding said, "Alright, everything's ready. Shall we start?" Bill whispered in my ear, "Just let yourself go and do whatever Ding says, and you'll be fine. Don't worry, he won't harm you." With that, I felt a big, strong hand grab hold of mine, and Ding said, "Come with me, sexy, shit, you are hot." Just stand there perfectly still and don't be afraid," then he moved behind me, and I felt him slowly start to rub my breasts through my tight t-shirt from behind me. I felt him raise my t-shirt and reveal my bra. Ding's hands then started to unclip my bra and let it fall to the floor. After, he started to rub and tweak my nipples. Next, he moved round the front and started to suck on my breasts. This made me start to get wet and turned on. That strange feeling inside of me started to rise again. As it hadn't really still fully gone away. I felt his big hands work their way down my body till they reached the hem of the skirt and slip under it. Feeling his hand work its way to my pussy and through my thong, he started to rub it. "Appears to be a bit wet down here," Ding said with a little laugh. Taking hold of me and pushing me down to a kneeling position. Once there, he pushed me forward so I was bent over in a doggie position and said, "Look at that, the skirt does nothing to cover your ass in that position," as it rode completely over my ass. I felt his big hands take hold of my thong and start to peel it down over my ass, removing it completely. He buried his head into my ass and started to lick my pussy. It felt so good.
After a while, he stopped licking my pussy, and I heard him moving round to the front, and the sound of his zip coming down. That is when I felt his cock against my mouth, slowly parting my lips, and I opened my mouth willingly, taking in his cock. Soon, I started to lick and suck his cock. His cock started to get hard, and it grew and grew and grew. My god, it felt huge when it reached full stiffness; it must have been at least 13 inches long and 3 and a half inches round. I thought this will never fit into my pussy. As it had my mouth stretched wide. It was now that he proceeded to fuck my face, going deeper each time, holding my head so I couldn't move as he shoved that huge thing more and more into my mouth, until after a while, it was forcing its way into my throat, making me gag. "You ever deep-throated a 13-inch cock before, bitch?" he asked. I wasn't able to answer with his cock down my throat, though he never really wanted one as he went on, "Because you will have after today, slut," he was laughing as he shoved it right down my throat, and I really choked. This made him laugh more, and Ding said, "You'll get used to it after the first couple of times," then laughed again. What did he mean by that, I thought. After a few minutes of fucking my throat, he pulled out and said, "Time to get some of that juicy pussy," and he moved behind me. With one hard shove, he rammed his cock up my wet pussy. I screamed out loud at first in pain, as again, for the second time in less than a day, my pussy felt like at any moment, it was going to rip apart, as it was being stretched wide open by a big, huge, monstrous cock. A little while later, those screams were screams of pleasure. Having that monster ramming in and out of me was driving me wild as that feeling was in control of me again. It was as he did that I could feel my first orgasm starting. It was great as I spasmed on that huge cock as it never stopped fucking my spasming pussy. When my orgasm subsided, he pulled out and said, "Now it's time. I think you're ready." Ready for what, I thought. This is when I felt his cock move up against my asshole, and I cried out, "No, not there, it won't fit. I've never had a cock in my ass before." He just laughed and said, "An ass virgin. Just as I like them. Extra nice and tight." I'd heard about women doing this. I never dreamed of it happening to me or me actually doing it. Slowly, he eased his way into my asshole. Pop, in went the head of his cock, and I screamed in pain. This was really painful. He just held it there, though, for a couple of minutes while I got used to it. All the time, while I felt pain, all I could think was, where was Bill? He promised me that I would not get hurt. How could he have left me to get abused like this? Bill told me that Ding would never harm me, and yet here he was, causing me intense pain.
The pain was soon starting to ease, though. I had started to get used to having a cock in my ass. Ding slowly started to shove more in until his balls touched my ass cheeks. He then pulled right out until just the tip of his cock was in my ass, which then, with one massive shove forward, Ding rammed it back into my ass, right up to his balls again. In and out, it went, slowly building up his pace until he was ramming in and out like a piston. By the time I could feel him twitching, getting ready to cum, I was screaming in delight and pleasure, not pain that I'd felt at first. Then I heard him shout, "Ding, Dong, the bells are going to toll," with this, he shot his cum up in my ass, and I orgasmed again, collapsing on the floor. After about ten minutes, I heard Bill say to me, "Did you enjoy that?" and all I could do was smile at him in bliss as I turned to look at him. I felt his hand go to the blindfold to remove it and said, "Get dressed, sexy." As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked round and could see lots of spotlights pointing to the center of the room.Wondering, why would you need all those lights and all pointing to the center of the room? Then Bill gave me a shout, "Cleo, come in here and have a look at this," his voice coming from a door to the left. As I entered the room, Bill and a big black man about 6 feet 6 inches were standing side by side, watching a TV. When they heard me enter, Bill turned and said, "This is Ding, and you now know why he's called that, don't you?" giving a little laugh. It was the size of his cock. Ding said, "Well, someone already used 'King Dong,' so they named me 'Ding Dong' instead. That's when I made the catchphrase up," and it had been that bad that I had to laugh.
Then, my attention turned to what they were looking at, as I could hear the sounds of moaning and screaming coming from the TV. On the screen, I could see a white ass clad in suspenders like the ones I had on, with a big black cock fucking the ass. Then, just as I thought, typical of men, here they had a woman in the room, and all they did was watch porn films. As the shot on the screen panned out, that's when it hit me - that ass on the screen was me being fucked. I screamed and went crazy with anger, how dare they film me without my permission. This is when I realized that while Ding fucked me, Bill had been filming it. I was in shock - how could he?
When I had stopped screaming blue murder at them, Bill just said, "Cleo, you had fun, didn't you?" I must admit, it was fun getting fucked by a man I'd never met or could see, letting this guy fuck me. But I said, "But you better destroy the tape." That's when Ding glared at me, "Not a chance, sweet cheeks, you slut. This is my way of making you do what I want, bitch." Before I could say anything, Bill said, "That's not the deal." "Shut the fuck up, you. With debts like yours, you have no say in the matter," Ding snarled, and Bill just went white as a sheet.
As I was now in deep shock and dazed, the two men talked, and after a while, Bill said to me, "We've got to go." With that, off we went to his car. As soon as we got in and before I could say anything, he turned and said, "Cleo, I'm so sorry. This is not what I had planned at all. That wasn't supposed to happen. The deal was we'd make a film and have some fun, a film for us to enjoy. But Ding has me by the balls, so to speak - I owe him 35 grand in gambling debts." I couldn't help but feel sorry for him; he looked so sad, not like the man I'd known up till now. Then he turned back round and started the car. It was late afternoon now, and we were hungry.
After we'd been driving for a while, we stopped at a drive-thru burger bar and got something to eat. We went and parked up in a car park after we'd eaten. Bill looked at me, "I've managed to make a deal with Ding to get you the tape back and clear my debts, but it's not going to be very good for you." I looked at him and said, "Anything, I just don't want that tape to get out. I don't want anybody seeing that film." After Bill explained to me what some of the deal was, he said, "I'll take you home now." "No, if I go home now, I'll have to think about what happened. Let's go somewhere I can take my mind off it. I'm determined not to let it get me down." After a bit of thinking, Bill said, "How about the funfair on the edge of the city?" "Perfect, just the thing. It might even cheer us up," and off we went.
When we got there and entered the funfair, that was when I remembered how skimpily I was dressed, as all the men ogled me, and the women looked at me with disgust or envy at my body. Well, that is what I thought, as Bill said that they were wishing theirs was as good. After we'd been on a few rides, it was starting to get dark. I was feeling a little dizzy, so I wanted a change of pace, so we went to a few of the side stalls. Bill had a go on a few, then he talked me into trying a shooting game which required me to bend over. I'd forgotten how short the skirt was, and the fact that when I was bent over, all my ass, thong, and suspenders were on view. On my second go, I could hear little cheers coming from behind me, and I looked round - there was a crowd of 10 men behind me, watching. That's when I remembered the short skirt and the view when I bent over. But all this did was turn me on, thinking a group of men was ogling my naked ass with thong running down the crack.
After a couple more goes, we moved on to some stalls that were away from the main fair and quite deserted. The one I decided to have a go on was a water game. You had a water gun and shot various things as they popped up. Again, I was bent over to do this, a little more this time, really showing off my ass. Do they invent these so men can ogle women's asses when they play? After my first go, I sneaked a peek behind me, as I could hear noises. Two of the men from earlier had followed us, and I was getting turned on by the thought of them seeing my ass in all its glory again. Bill had stepped to the side and had started to talk to the man who ran the stall. After another go, they'd also moved to behind me, so they were stood with the other two men, all of them talking with each other now. I didn't notice, but the attendant must have done something to the game, as the water never shut off this time. Hearing some more talking behind me, closer this time, almost right behind me. Then I felt a hand on my bare ass cheek, then another and another 3 hands groping my ass - I was getting really turned on now. There was no chance of me stopping them. No, I did something more - I wiggled my ass for them. Somebody got a bit bolder and pulled my thong to the side, with someone saying, "Let's see that pussy in all its glory." There was a groan from the men as my pussy came into view, my moist, wet pussy that was becoming wetter. Then a finger entered my pussy. A pair of hands started to pull my stretched t-shirt up and my bra also, exposing my tits to the air. My nipples hardened even more, and a voice said, "This slut sure is horny. Look at that pussy, it's dripping wet," and I could feel my juices run down my legs now. "Man, where did you find this slut? She's one fine filly and just looks like she's built to fuck," said another. Bill spoke now, "You would not believe me if I told you." The attendant started to grope my tits, tweaking my nipples and squeezing my hanging tits.
Now things were starting to get going. One of them pulled my thong down, and I was pulled back a bit. I saw a man laid on the floor, he was about 25 years old, not bad looking with a good build. His cock stood straight up, and I was pulled down to straddle it. Being so wet, it slipped straight into my pussy. Next, the stall attendant produced his cock in front of me and put it in my mouth, and I started to suck on it. This is when I felt a cock at the entrance to my ass and looked to see another man about 30 with a grin on his face. This was going to be my first triple fuck. The first time I'd have a cock in my ass and pussy at the same time. Hell, up to this morning, I'd never had a cock in my ass, never mind having a cock in my ass, pussy, and mouth at the same time. They were quickly into a rhythm, fucking me. As all three of them were gang-banging me, I had a beautiful orgasm. Glancing to my side, I saw Bill stroking his cock. They fucked me hard and fast right here on the grass in the open until soon the men in my ass and pussy were shooting cum into me, then pulled out. Quickly I was stood up, and the stall attendant laid down, and I mounted his cock, and Bill moved over and shoved his cock in my ass - this was bliss. Something inside of me had risen, and I thought this was heaven. They fucked me like that for what seemed like ages. All the time, I seemed to have a cock in my ass, pussy, or mouth. Even sometimes one would fuck my tits. All four of them had a turn in each hole, and I lost count of how many times they came, as they left a load of cum in each one, each time a cock fucked a hole. I myself came quite a few times. When everyone was spent and worn out, I pulled down my bra and t-shirt, put my thong back on, straightened my skirt, and left with Bill. He took me home. After a nice relaxing bath, I went straight to bed, exhausted.
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104,191 | Birthday At Euro 2004 | Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 34DD-22-34. For my 21st birthday present, my friends had a whip-round and bought me a trip to Portugal to watch the football, as I was now an avid fan, and this was the best present ever. The excitement was amazing; the group stages had now finished, and England were going to play the host nation Portugal in the quarter-finals the next day. I checked into the hotel that I was booked into for 1 week. The only regret I had about this trip was that no one else could come with me.
For my first night, I decided to go down into the town centre for a drink and meet up with other fans to have a laugh. I dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and an England t-shirt with training shoes and did my hair up. When arriving in the town, I looked for a bar with some England fans, and after a while, I finally found one with about four fans in, so I entered for a drink. When they saw me, they invited me over to talk. Their accent gave it away where they came from - no mistaking that cockney tongue of London. We talked about the approaching game and the way we'd played so far. It was agreed that some of the team had not performed to their best ability so far. But we were all confident of winning and progressing to the semi-finals. After we talked for about 2 hours, they said it had been real nice talking to me, but they had to go back to their hotel as they were tired and needed some sleep. So we said our goodbyes and maybe we'd see each other at the game.
So now I was all alone, and the only other people in the bar were some old people in the corner and some men at the bar who saw me standing alone came over and started to talk to me in broken English. "Do you mind if we join you?" "No, I would be delighted," I replied, as two of them were very good-looking. We talked about all sorts of things, from what it was like living in our respective countries to the way people of different countries fight at football matches just because they support different teams. Then, they somehow got the conversation on to me; they complimented me on my looks and body and the way I got on with other people and was open to meet people.
Eventually, we got onto the match the next day, and after some light-hearted joking, it got serious, and when they said that they'd easily beat England, I said, "No way, I bet they don't even score." A good-looking one said, "You want to make a bet then?" I didn't mean it like that, but now he mentioned it, "Yes, I'll bet you." "Okay," he said, "if you win, we will be your tour guides and servants for the rest of your holidays, and if we win, you do whatever we want you to do for one day." I had to think for a minute, but I was very confident we'd win, so I said, "Yes, and if you manage to score, then I will wear anything you want for the whole day," thinking they want me to be just a servant for them for the day, you know, cleaning and cooking for them or something like that. We agreed to meet the day after the match at my hotel at 9 am, and I told them my room number. I was now very tired, so I said my goodbyes, kissed them on the cheeks, and left for my hotel and bed.
The next day was the day of the match, and I was getting more and more nervous about the game and the bet. All I could think was, what if they won, what would they have me do, and why did I say that if they scored, I would wear whatever they wanted. But I had to get my mind on the game as it was approaching now. After an early dinner, I got ready for the match; I wore my England home kit shirt and a pair of jeans and off I went to the match. At the stadium, they were people everywhere you turned, and the police were keeping a tight control on the fans. As I went through the turnstile, a policeman searched me for weapons and he took great delight groping my tits for free, but all I wanted to do was get to my seat and soak in the atmosphere.
The England fans were in good voice, singing songs and chanting. Time for the match, and as the teams came out of the tunnel, a massive roar went up from all around the stadium. After the national anthems, it was time for the kick-off. They kicked off, and within 3 minutes, the ball went through to Owen - GOAL! And I leapt into the air with about 30,000 other England fans to celebrate a brilliant goal, and we were leading. The next period of the match was tense and nervous as England were put under pressure, and they started to play badly; then, more bad news - Rooney got injured and had to go off.
As the match wore on, England were just pumping balls to the front men, and since they were only small, they never had a chance of getting to them, so it came straight back up the other end, putting pressure on the defence. Then, the second half was the same, and then it happened - they scored. Portugal scored, and it was 1-1. Just as the final seconds ticked by, England got a set piece, and the ball went in to the six-yard box, and there a head got on to the ball - GOAL! As I jumped up to celebrate, there was confusion; the ref had ruled it out for a push on the goalkeeper, which only he and the linesman saw. So now it was extra time, and then it happened again - they scored a great goal, but it meant they were leading 2-1. It was now very tense as the minutes ticked by, then Lampard - GOAL! And I went wild, we'd scored, and that meant penalties.
The atmosphere was electric and nervous. After the mandatory 5 pens, it was 4-4, and then on it went. The first team to miss was out. Vassell stepped up and took a weak pen, and the goalie saved, which meant we were out. If they scored, they'd won. As one of their players walked forward, the goalie waved him back. The goalie was going to take it and ran up and scored - they'd won. I was gutted to say the least. After it had sunk in, I returned to my hotel, had a few drinks to try to forget it. Well, they deserved the win; they played better and were the better team on the night. As I went to my room and got ready for bed, I remembered the bet - what had I done, and what would happen to me tomorrow?
When I woke, I showered and was so nervous I skipped breakfast and didn't dress as I was waiting to see what he wanted me to wear. I put on some light makeup and did my hair into a ponytail and sat waiting for 9 am in a robe. The seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes like hours, then finally, a knock on my door at exactly 9 am. When I opened it, shaking nervously, stood there was the good-looking guy who I made the bet with and one of the others. "Good morning," he said with a broad grin and stepped into my room, followed by the other guy, and I closed the door behind them. I waited, "What do you want me to wear?" I asked as he looked at me and produced a carrier bag and said, "Your clothes are in here, this is all that you will wear - nothing else. We've even got you some shoes in here," and he handed me the bag. As I was about to look inside, he said, "You can change in the bathroom," so I went to the bathroom and shut the door.
When I started to remove the clothes, all there was in the bag was a Portugal football shirt, a pair of green decking shoes, and one other item - a white bikini thong made of very thin material, which, as soon as I put them on, I noticed you could make out my trimmed triangle of pussy hair, and I thought, if I get hot and sweat, they will be totally transparent. Next, I put on the shirt, which was very tight around my tits but went to just below my crotch, and even before I did it to see how much of my ass you'd see when I bent over, I knew the answer was all, and sure enough, the shirt rode right up, and all my ass was on show. I put on the shoes and headed for the door.
When I stepped back into my room, they both turned and looked at me, and the guy who'd come with the good-looking guy started to talk to him in Portuguese. Then the looker, who I will call Looks, as I never found out their names, said to me, "Turn round and let's look at the back," and I did. "Now to your toes," I knew what he meant, so I bent over, and I heard them gasp and say, "That's a nice ass, English," then he said, "We go now," and as I walked out with them, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror as I walked, and you could see every little movement of my tits bounce braless as I walked.
As we walked, I asked where we were going today. He replied, "Many places, but first to my friend's choice," and laughed and added, "Do you like the writing on the back?" "What writing, on the back of where?" I asked. "Your shirt," I hadn't noticed it as I was more concerned it covering my ass. "What does it say?" I asked. "Can you only read English?" "Yes." "Then you will find out later then," and laughed again. I found out later that it said, "I'm English and fuck anywhere, any time, anyway for free - come try me." It was now 9:30 am, and already red hot for me, so I was starting to sweat a little.
We reached a little hut building, and the guy opened the door, and we followed. As soon as we got inside, then Looks said, "Time to keep your word." He took hold of the shirt and lifted it up my body and over my head, exposing my tits to them. As soon as he did, the guy clamped his mouth onto my right nipple and bit it hard. Then Looks took out his cock and put my hand on it, so I started to stroke it. The other guy took out his cock and said something, and Looks said, "He wants a blowjob," and then forced me to my knees. I had no option but to take him in my mouth and suck. As I was working his cock, Looks moved behind me and pulled me back a bit so my ass was stuck out, opened my legs, pulled the thong aside, and then shoved straight into my pussy hard and started to fuck me.As I sucked, the guy's thrusts went faster and faster, pushing into me, and he said, "Ever since I saw you in the bar last night, I've wanted to fuck your tight English pussy." He pushed harder and faster, saying, "I've always wanted to fuck the English, and now I am," and laughed wickedly. The guy in my mouth was starting to twitch and said something to the other guy, "He wants to cum on your tits." He pulled out and started to spray cum onto my tits. When he finished cumming, he went and sat in a chair, and the other guy pushed me forward into a doggy position as he kept on fucking me. The other guy said, "Look, the English fuck like dogs too," and then said a translated comment to his friend, who laughed loudly. I could feel the other guy twitching in my pussy, but he pulled out, spun me onto my back, and came all over the thong. When he finished, I looked down at the mess and asked, "Can I clean myself, please?" The guy in the chair threw me a wet cloth. So I cleaned off the cum, and when I was done, I noticed that I was right - the bikini thong was now wet and very see-through. When the other guy had zipped up, he gave me the shirt and said, "Time to move on, English, so put the shirt on and let's go."
We walked on some more, leaving the guy at the hut. The other guy said to me, "After today, English, you will know not to look down your nose at other countries and their customs, like most of your country does," and we turned into an alley where we met another of the guys from the bar. They spoke to each other, and then the other guy turned to me and said, "Go with him and do whatever he wants," and shoved me forward. The guy led me to an old car at the end of the alley that had been stripped out, except for the back seat and the shell of it. The thing didn't even have doors or windows anymore. He pushed me onto the back seat so I was laid across it on my back, and he pulled his tracksuit bottoms down, and his cock sprung forward. He climbed on top of me and shoved his cock at my mouth. I opened up and took his cock into it. When he had got hard, he shoved further in, so I was now deep-throating him. My nose was buried in his pubic hair, and it smelt like he hadn't washed for days. In and out he went as he fucked my throat. Soon, he shot his cum down my throat, and I had no option but to swallow it. As soon as he finished, he got out, pulled up his tracksuit bottoms, grabbed me, and marched me back to the other guy at the top of the alley. He looked at his friend, winked, and we left for the next place.
In the direction away from the town centre, we passed a clock, and it was now 11:30 am, and I was getting really hot. I was sweating, and the shirt was sticking to me and was molding to my body, showing off my tits and ass. We reached a wall, and the other guy said, "Stay here, I'll be back soon." While I waited, I looked over the wall, and it overlooked a little courtyard café where people were seated, drinking and eating. At this point, I felt hands on me, and a voice said, "Don't move," in broken English, and bent me forward so I was leaning on the wall. The hands took hold of the bikini thong and pulled it to my knees, and I felt something against my pussy lips. No, it couldn't be a cock's head, no, not out here in the open. Then, a sudden thrust, he pushed into me hard, making me move forward so my legs were jammed against the wall, and my top half was in view to everyone below. The stranger was fucking away hard at my pussy, and I was trying not to scream or make a sound to alert the people below as to what he was doing to me. But as I was about to find out, if anyone looked, they would have no doubt what was happening. As he fucked me, his hands took hold of the shirt and lifted it to my shoulders, exposing my tits to anyone who looked up. I could not protest, as it would alert everyone below. So I just closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly, and no one would see me. He moved his hands to my tits and squeezed them as he said, "You've got a nice body, English slut," and he kept fucking away at me. I could feel my tits swing in rhythm to his motion as he fucked me. Then he uttered, "Cumming, I'm cumming," and he pulled out and shot his cum on my bare ass, and as he did, he yelled something in Portuguese, and as I opened my eyes in terror, I saw the whole café looking at me. I stood paralyzed for a few seconds, then the whole café started to cheer and clap. Embarrassed, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it down quickly. I reached hold of the bikini thong and pulled it up quickly.
When I turned, I saw the other guy shaking hands with the other good-looking guy from the bar as he left. Then he turned to me and said, "Do you want to know what he yelled to the people in the café?" I nodded. "He yelled, 'I've just fucked this English whore, and she wants you to know it and see her big tits.'" I was in shock and could not believe it as he took my hand, saying, "Time to move on, English," and pulled me off in the direction of the outer edge of town.
While we walked along, I couldn't get over what had just happened. I let someone completely expose me and fuck me in a public place. Now I hadn't been paying attention to where we were as he ushered me into a door. Looking round, it was a shop, but no ordinary shop - it was a sex shop. I turned to the other guy and was just about to protest when he shoved me through the shop to the back room. It was a photo studio with lights and cameras set up. I knew what they wanted to do, so I turned to leave. But the other guy grabbed hold of me. "You said anything we wanted to do or wear. Well, this is your next task," and he shouted something, and 3 men appeared, and they spoke to each other. Then, when they'd finished, the other guy said, "They are just going to set up the scene they want, while you change," and he threw me an England kit and said, "Put them on." As I looked at the shirt, shorts, and socks, I asked, "Where do I change?" and he laughed, "Here, after all, they are going to see everything you've got anyway, so it doesn't matter."
I did as he said, and as I put on the kit, the shirt was 3 sizes too small, as were the shorts. So they were very tight and showed everything as if they were painted on. When I turned back round, I saw the set they'd set up. It was a row of seats like in a football stadium, even down to the numbers on the chairs, and a wall behind and steps on either side. The other guy said, "This is the scene they want. You're at last night's match, and in the back row, but with 2 Portugal fans on either side, and they start to touch you up as the match goes on, and soon they're fucking you right there in the stands," and he smiled. "Time to take your seat and perform," he said, pushing me forward.
When I took a seat, he said, "Just act as if you are watching the match like last night and go with the flow," as 2 of the men took positions on either side, and the third moved to the cameras and started to take photos. The men kept mauling and groping me, and then I jumped up as if we had scored like last night, and the camera clicked away as my tits bounced in the shirt. Before I sat back down, they pulled my shorts down my legs, and when I sat off, they came. They pulled my legs apart to show my pussy lips to the camera as it clicked away. Then, as one pushed 2 fingers into my pussy, the other lifted my shirt and took my tit into his mouth. By this time, I'd forgotten all about the cameras and where I was and reached out and took their cocks out, and believe me, they were hung even when semi-hard.
As things moved on and they groped and licked me everywhere while the camera clicked away, they slowly moved me into position for the fucking scenes, and as I was knelt on the chair, a cock was shoved into my mouth, and one entered my pussy. I must have looked like a spit-roast on those huge cocks, and the cameraman just kept clicking away, taking photos. By the time they were getting set for the final scene, the money shot, as it's called, I had been fucked in all sorts of positions that you can think of on a chair and even some you can't, but I was enjoying it more than ever and I was ready to orgasm. For the money shot, they positioned me laid across the chairs, and one shot onto my face, and the other all over my trimmed pussy, but I had not reached orgasm and needed release. Before he knew what was happening, I had the cameraman flat on his back, and I was bouncing up and down on his cock, screaming with pleasure as when he shot his cum into me, I collapsed with a massive orgasm. I rolled off him onto my back with my eyes closed, and then suddenly felt a splash of warm, sticky liquid land on my tits, and I opened my eyes to see men all round me masturbating to orgasm, and cum covering me from head to toe as the other guy clicked away with a camera. When they'd all finished and left, I stood and realized I still had the shirt round my shoulders and removed it.
The other guy gave me a towel to clean with, then handed me the Portugal shirt to put on. Then, as he picked up the bikini thong, he put it in his pocket and said, "One more place left to go, English, so let's go," and as I walked through the shop and the men who had just cum all over me all smiled and leered at me, I was trying to pull the shirt down as far as I could so you could not see I had no underwear on. I'm sure the thing had shrunk. It was now 6 pm as we left, and I noticed on the clock on the way out, and it was red hot in the evening sun. As soon as I stepped into it, the sweat was pouring out of me, and the shirt stuck to every inch of my body, leaving anybody looking at me with no doubt that I had only the shirt on. As there were no underwear lines. The other problem I was having was as we walked, the shirt would ride up on my slippery, sweat-soaked skin and kept exposing my ass and pussy to everyone who was looking, and there were plenty doing just that.
After we had walked for about a mile, I could see a park which we seemed to be heading for. Just as we reached the gates, the other guy stopped and turned to me.He looked straight into my eyes and said, "This will be the last task of our little bet, and for it, you will not need that shirt, so take it off now." As I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost, he said, "Remember the terms of your bet. Whatever I want you to wear, well, as you English say, I want you to wear your birthday suit, and I notice from your passport that it was 3 days ago." The bastard had been through my things as I got dressed in the bathroom of my hotel. He snapped at me, "NOW," so with fear of what he might do if I didn't, I took off the shirt, leaving me with just a pair of deck shoes on my feet.
We started to walk into the park, and as we did, I could hear a lot of noise coming from behind a row of trees that we were heading towards. I must have looked a sight, walking through a park naked as the day I was born, covered in sweat that only enhanced my body, and my ample breasts bouncing with every step. When we got closer to the trees, I could just make out shapes moving behind them, with sounds of talking and laughter. But just before we went around the corner, he stopped and looked at me, saying, "If you don't do everything they want in here, then we both could be hurt badly, even killed, so please, just do whatever they want, English." He looked scared stiff as he said it, so I knew he wasn't just acting.
As soon as we rounded the corner, I saw an open-air bar made out of timber at the bottom end, with trees all around the sides and top side closing it in, and two little holes at either corner at the top as entrances. In front of the bar were tables and chairs reaching from it towards us, and a fountain pond. When they saw me, they all stopped talking, and then, after a few seconds of silence, a noise of cheers and whooping went up. Looks whispered in my ear, "Remember, do anything they want. Now, go to the bar and say to the barman, 'Please fuck me quick,' he will understand you," and he nudged me forward. Walking forward slowly towards the bar, I was going to have to go through the tables and at least some, if not all, the men at the bar to get to the barman, and I knew instantly that was not going to be easy or a nice experience for me.
I gulped nervously as I got to the first row of tables, and the men paused for a second. I thought, "Well, here goes, it's either this or be killed by them." So, off I stepped with confidence that I didn't really have, and head held high, and as soon as I was in reach of the first men, one grabbed my right breast and squeezed hard, and the other my left ass cheek and did the same. But on I went, I had to get to the bar and give the message to the barman. The further I went, the more I got groped, slapped, squeezed, and rubbed.
When I got to within two rows of tables from the bar, one of the men grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me hard towards him. I landed across his lap with my legs spread wide, and no sooner had I landed than his fingers went into my pussy. For a few moments, it took me to regain my composure, he rubbed away at my pussy with his fingers. When I managed to gather my composure, I fought against his intruding fingers and managed to stand and get away to the bar as he sat there laughing. It was more of a stumble as I hit the bar; I grabbed hold of it to stop me from falling ass over tit, and a roar of laughter went up from the men behind me. When I managed to straighten and stand steady, a man appeared in front of me in a bartender's apron. Looking at him, I gave him the message, "Please fuck me quick," I said. He looked at me, then took hold of my hand and said in very good English, "So you're the English whore, come with me," and led me to the end of the bar where there was a table with a padded top.
After he'd placed me laid on my back, he stood at my head, took off his apron, unzipped his fly, took out his cock, and said, "Suck it hard, whore." I took it in my mouth and started to suck. As I sucked him, he moved his hands down my body until he reached my breasts and said as he groped them, "You sure got nice tits, English, better than the other English women I've fucked here." When he'd had enough of my breasts, he carried on down my body until he reached my trimmed pubic hair and gently stroked it, which started to get my juices flowing in my pussy. He stroked further and further until he reached my pussy lips, which was now moist. He started to rub them with his fingers, teasingly flicking them up and down my pussy lips, which made me squirm with pleasure. All the time, I sucked and licked his cock as it got harder and harder until it was fully erect.
He withdrew from my mouth and moved round the table to between my legs, placed his cock at my lips, and started to rub up and down again like he had been doing with his fingers. It was driving me crazy, and I was arching towards him, wanting him to fuck me. He knew this, but carried on teasing me, saying, "Do you want this, whore? Do you want my cock? Then beg for it, I want to hear you beg me to fuck you." He knew I was going to beg for it, and boy did I beg. I was that horny by now that I felt if I didn't get a cock inside me soon, I was going to die, so I screamed in a panting voice, "Please, I need your big hard cock now, please fuck me hard and fast, I want it now, FUCK ME NOW!" He laughed and said, "Okay, English whore, here it comes," and he rammed into me with such force I could have sworn the table moved five feet backwards. He started to fuck in and out of me, and as I opened my mouth to scream with pleasure, a cock was put into my mouth. Then the next thing I felt, people were grabbing and tying my arms and legs to the legs of the table so I couldn't move. When the barman finished and shot his load on my stomach and breasts and withdrew, the man in my mouth took his place, and a new cock shoved in my mouth. They went on like this for hours, when one finished in my pussy and shot either on my pussy, stomach, or breasts, another replaced him, a new one in my mouth. I passed out after about 30 men had fucked me. I was awoken by someone throwing freezing water on my face to wake me, and my eyes shot open to see a dark sky with stars above. A voice said to me, "Okay, English whore, you go now," and I noticed I was no longer tied to the table, so I stood, and with a wobble, started to walk forward to the exit in the trees. As I neared the hole, I saw Looks coming to meet me. Stopping me, he said, "God, I thought they were going to fuck you to death. They've been fucking you for 7 hours, and at least 50 of them, and all at least twice if not more," and I nearly collapsed, but he caught me and sat me down. A couple of minutes later, he gave me a pair of shorts to put on and the Portugal shirt. The shorts also had writing on them that I couldn't read, and he took me back to the hotel, and as soon as I got there, I collapsed on my bed into a deep sleep.
I woke to someone banging on my door, and I went to answer it. There stood the hotel manager with a worried look on his face, and he said, "Miss, we thought something had happened to you. It's been 2 days since you were last seen." I replied, "Oh, sorry, but everything's fine. I was just very tired and wanted some time alone. Thank you for being concerned," and after that, they left. I'd been asleep for 2 days, and boy was I hungry, so I ordered room service.
When I finished showering, I realized I had to go home today and was packing as the porter brought my food, and when he saw the shirt and shorts, he quickly turned to look away and blushed. "What is it?" I asked. "Do you know what they say?" he said, pointing to the shirt and shorts. "No, what?" and he read the shirt to me, adding, "But that's not the worst of it," he said. I looked in shock at him, thinking, "No wonder all that had happened," but I had to find out what the shorts said, and he read, "This is the fuck anyone slut. I love to gangbang and I do porn too." He blushed again and ran out. Once it all sank in, I should have taken the clothes and thrown them away, but I packed them into my bag and took them with me.
When I got back home to England and my little house, I almost managed to put the whole thing out of my mind until a few days later, a small package arrived with a Portugal postmark on it. I opened it, and out fell the bikini bottoms covered in sweat and cum stains, also a set of photos from the photo shoot of the two men fucking me in the England kit to the part where I was covered in come from the men. The last item had an internet website address and a username and password on it, with a message at the bottom: "All models get free membership." Quick as a flash, I switched on my computer and typed in the address. A picture of a woman came up with two cocks in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. I logged into the members section and looked at the site's features, and then I saw a "Latest Updates" section, and under it, the link title "2 Portugal Vs England 1," and clicked on it. Before the first picture came on, I knew it would be the photo shoot from that day, and sure enough, there it was. The first picture was me sitting between the two men in that tight England kit, and the next was when I'd jumped up, and they were pulling down my shorts to reveal my pussy. After I'd gone through them all to the very last one, which was me covered from head to toe in cum on the floor with a message saying, "Portugal over cum England again." The only thing I could think now was at least you can only see it if you pay a membership fee, so hopefully, no one who knows me will.
More soon.
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104,192 | Broken Birthday Vow | Hi, my name is Lucy and I'm a cousin of Cleo. I'm 19 years old and have black hair, green eyes, and my stats are 32G-24-34. I'm currently enjoying life without any sort of aim or purpose in a career and will try anything in ways of jobs or training. As I'm still trying to decide what I want to do in life, but aim to have fun no matter what I end up doing. On the way, I expect to have many adventures and experiences.
Well, my birthday had arrived. The last year had been so eventful, to say the least. But that I was determined to be all put behind me. I had made a vow that from today, my life was going to be turned around and become normal again. This thing I had inside of me wasn't going to control me anymore. It had caused enough damage in my life. Enough was enough. Today really was going to be a new page in my life, and now that I was nineteen, I couldn't act so stupid anymore. It was time for me to grow up.
Anyway, I'd been working for a few days as a secretary. My supervisor realized it was my birthday and had said that it was always expected for the person's birthday to go for a drink after work. Plus, it was a good way to get to know some of my work colleagues, even if I was just a temp. I believed it was just a case of going to a pub for a drink after work. So I needed to dress for work and the drink after. With this in mind, I looked at the summer dress the old man had given me recently. It was dark blue and came down to mid-thigh in length. The skirt was a broad pleat, and the top was cut to dip between the tits but shaped round them to support them. Under this, I wore just a light blue satin and lace thong. The satin was a strip that covered my pussy and the elastic band. This was edged by a thick band of lace up the sides. The only other thing I wore was a pair of strap 3-inch shoes.
Work itself was nothing different, except some people had got me a card, and they'd got me some flowers. But the rest was just a normal day. Then, as we were finishing, a group of about ten people came to me and said to get my things as we were off out. My supervisor led the way. The place we arrived at didn't look like a pub. It didn't have a sign up to say what it was. But it did have a few names of beers on the wall and also that it had Sky Sports and BT Sports for the sport on TV. There weren't even any windows. All there was is a dark thick door.
Inside, it did just look a fair bit like a pub. They had a bar, tables, and chairs. But it was more big sofas and coffee tables than the usual type you get in a bar. Also, there was a TV, jukebox, and dart board. So nothing different really. There was a young, early-to-mid-twenties woman behind the bar. She looked a bit more masculine than most women. But that was all. There were two other doors to it apart from the main door. One marked "private," and the other had a sign pointing towards it saying "toilets." As I say, nothing strange. They had a sign behind the bar too, saying "light snacks" and listing them. Basically, some sandwiches and pies. One of which I ordered, as I'd hardly eaten all day. My supervisor handed me a drink too. Smiling, he said, "Happy birthday, Lucy, this is for you." It was a half-pint glass full of spirits by the looks of it. Tasting really bad confirmed it. But I had to drink it.
Time passed, and the night was more like just a drink after work than anything special. The food I'd had filled a hole a bit. The drink, though, was making me very lightly drunk and in need of the toilet. So I went towards the door that the sign pointed at and went through it. It led to a dark corridor, and in here were the toilets. There was only an emergency exit sign really lighting up the corridor. I entered the toilets and did my business. Coming out, I saw the exit sign pointed the other way, and that noises were coming from that direction, so I decided to investigate in my light-headed state.
Coming out of the corridor, I found out why it was so dark. I entered a fair-sized room that was full of snooker tables. The only light was coming from the ones above the tables. The noise was louder in here. On the third table up were three men. Two of them were playing, and the third was leaning against the wall watching. I should have turned and gone back into the bar. But for an unknown reason, I didn't. Instead, I walked up to the table just past where they were playing and leaned back on it, watching them play.
After a few minutes, the man leaning on the wall came around to the side of me and asked, "What's up, darling?" I don't know why I said it, "It's my birthday." "So you're having fun, birthday girl?" he asked. I thought for a second and answered, "No, not really." He then said, "If you were with us, you'd be having fun," and smiled a wicked-looking grin. A moment passed, and then he said, "So are you here with friends?" I replied, "Yes," I don't know why, because I hardly knew any of them. He then added, "So where are they?" "In the bar," I answered.
A few minutes passed before he then said, "So how come you're in here and not with your friends?" I didn't reply straight away. But then, finally, said, "I was bored really. They are older than me." He asked, "So how old are you then, today, birthday girl?" For some reason, I giggled as I said, "Nineteen," and he said in a playful and half-evil tone, "Legal then," and his two friends laughed at that. Another few minutes passed again when he said, "I think you should go back to your friends before I get ideas," his tone was more serious now, and added, "Plus, won't they be missing you?" All I said was, "I suppose," and pushed myself off the table and walked back to the corridor.
Entering the bar area, I didn't see anyone I knew in the few people left in there. Where I'd been sat was deserted. I walked over to it and picked up the spirits mix. Drinking the half a glass that was left straight down in one. Then, with it just making my slight drunken state a little worse, so I was now a little drunk compared to slightly, I took the glass to the bar. The woman behind the bar said as I placed my glass down, "You looking for your friends, honey?" "Yes," I replied. "They left. You want another drink?" Pausing for a moment, I then replied, "No, thank you," and walked from the bar. But I didn't head for the door. I headed back up the corridor.
Only a few minutes had passed since I left here. But straight away, looking at the table that the men were at, I saw that there were now just the two men playing, and the man I'd spoken to was gone. The two men smiled at me as I went up to them. They said nothing as I did too. After the slightest pause, I continued on up the room, because I'd not seen it before. As I'd not looked. But now I saw another exit sign above an opening in the wall. That is what I headed for.
Reaching the opening, I saw that there was a concrete staircase that I couldn't see the top of, the way it was designed. It was as if something was leading me as I just started to climb. My heels on my shoes echoed around the bare concrete walls and steps as I climbed. First up one flight and onto the second. Reaching the next landing, there was a doorway. But I ignored it and continued on to the next flight of stairs. Looking up as I stepped onto the first step of the fourth flight, I saw nothing up there as I continued to climb with the only noise my echoing heels hitting the concrete step.
Stepping onto the landing at the top, suddenly a man stepped out, blocking my path. It was the third man, the man I'd spoken with. I raised my head to look at him in the eyes as he stood quite a lot taller than me. At least a foot. In fact, more. He said nothing, and neither did I. He wasn't much older than me by the looks of it. I'd say twenty-three or four. Leaning forward, he kissed me on my lips. I didn't respond. He went back and looked at me again. Still saying nothing. He leaned in and kissed me again. I didn't respond again. So he broke the kiss again.
Silence came from both of us as moments passed. All we did was look at each other. This time, his hands came to either side of my head. As not only did he lean in, but pulled my head towards him. Again, our lips touched. But this time, I responded. Kissing him back. I don't know why, or if it had to do with him now holding me. But the kiss became more and more passionate. My hands went to his waist and held it as the kiss was very passionate. Then we broke and gasped for air. Looking at each other. Still, nothing was spoken between us. We went back to another passionate kiss instead.
While kissing this time, his hands released my head and slid down onto my shoulders. I felt his fingers take hold of the straps of my dress and start to pull them down over my shoulders and down my arms. As they lowered, more of my tits came into view as it also lowered the front of my dress. Until, as my straps slipped off my hands, my bra-less tits came fully into view as the front of my dress fell to my waist. One of his hands went to one of my naked tits and started to caress it. I melted to his touch but continued the passionate kiss.
On we went without a word being spoken between us. While still caressing my tit, his other hand moved down my body. Sliding down over my stomach, onto my crotch but straight past and onto my thighs. Until it reached its target. Then it slipped under the hem of my dress and started to slide back up my legs. I was allowing this to happen. Even as he reached his end goal and pulled my satin and lace thong to the side and started to rub my already wet pussy. I had to even break the kiss to moan out in passion. Even though I'd vowed not to give in to this feeling again, it was quickly becoming a broken vow.This man knew somehow that I was ready for this. I wanted this or at least could get me like this. My hand was going for his fly, but he blocked it. Then he stopped touching me and broke the kiss. He stepped back, took hold of his fly, and pulled down the zip. My eyes looked and watched as his hand went inside and then pulled out a cock already hard and stretching out to about nine inches. Then he grabbed hold of me and spun me around. He flipped my dress up and pulled my thong out of the way. Then he put the tip of his cock to my pussy lips. I almost collapsed, but his thrust into me and me grabbing the handrail in front of me stopped me.
This man quickly got into a rhythm, fucking me and groping my breasts as he did. I turned my head back to look at him, and he leaned in and kissed me as he did. Still, nothing was said between us. This had just become a passionate quest between us, not a social thing. I could feel him nipping my nipples as he pumped his cock in and out of me. His cock, full of its little veins and bumps, was sending thrills through my sensitive pussy. His pace was good too.
Suddenly, he just stopped. He pulled his cock out of my pussy and put it back in his fly, zipping it up. Then, without a word, he just started to walk down the stairs. I was confused, so I said nothing. But after a moment or two, I straightened my thong and pulled the straps back up my arms and onto my shoulders, covering my breasts back up as I did. Then I followed him back down the stairs. I couldn't see him all the way down or even when I got to the bottom. I walked back into the big room. As I reached the table just next to the one his two friends were at, I saw him leaning back against the wall. Nothing still was said.
Leaning back against the table next to the one they were playing on, just like earlier, I couldn't help but lightly run my hand over my body as I watched them play. This didn't go unnoticed. But it wasn't the man from before who came next to me, but one of his friends who was playing snooker. He put his hand on my face and turned it to face him, then leaned forward and kissed me. I responded to this man without hesitation, even though it was a different man. Kissing him as passionately as I had the other man, while I still groped myself through my dress.
This man wasn't going to hang around. His hand went straight to the strap on my shoulder and started to pull it down, which wasn't the most shocking bit. My own hand went to the other strap and started to pull that down with him. My bare breasts were soon in view, and this man immediately started to kiss, suck, and lick my nipple and breast. I never saw him approach, but the man he'd been playing snooker with was now at my other side and started to do the same. I looked up and saw the first man was still leaning against the wall, watching this.
While they continued to grope, lick, suck, and kiss my breasts and nipples, I hooked my hands into my dress at my waist and pushed it down. All the time, I never broke my gaze at the man leaning against the wall. Once the dress landed on the floor at my feet, this left me just standing in my strapped heels and my light blue satin and lace thong. I then stepped forward to the snooker table the men had been playing at. I don't know if it was just to step into the light or to show this man what he could have.
The two men came back, one on either side of me. One went back to kissing, sucking, and licking my nipple and breast. The other turned my head and kissed me. As he did, I felt his hand go into my thong and to my pussy. Lightly at first, he started to rub my pussy lips and clit. I just stood there, moaning and panting, as I never looked away from the man leaning against the wall. The man who was rubbing my pussy and clit started to rub harder and faster inside my thong. All I could do was purr to this.
Without really knowing or realizing what I was doing, I stepped back a step from the men. Then, looking at all three of them, I hooked my hands into the side of my thong and pushed it down my thighs and then legs to the floor. Calmly, I stepped out of it and stood here completely naked. One of the men grabbed me and pushed me over the corner of the snooker table, so my feet and legs were on the floor on the end side and my head and breasts were hanging over the side of it. Suddenly, a cock was in front of me, and I opened my mouth and took its head into my mouth. I then felt my ass being spread apart, and something came between my ass cheeks. A tongue then started to lick my pussy. Oh, it felt so good.
These two men continued to work me like this. I, in turn, sucked each of their cocks as they swapped positions. Both of them took a turn licking my pussy. It was now that the man finally moved from the wall and over to me. The man with his head buried in my ass and licking my pussy moved. I felt a cock's head on my pussy lips instead. Then it entered me. Just as the man from the wall grabbed hold of one of my breasts as he leaned down to my ear. For the first time since when I first met these men, one spoke to me, "You are going to be having three extra presents, birthday girl," and he kissed the back of my head.
The man who was fucking me was keeping a good rhythm. As I continued to suck the other man's cock. The first man just continued to grope my breast and now stroke his cock with his other hand. This went on for a few minutes. Then I was turned over onto my back. My feet were placed on the edge of the table so my legs were spread but bent up. My head dangled down off the other side, and a cock was put in my mouth. While the first man positioned himself between my legs and then pushed his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me. As he did, the third man started to grope my wobbling breasts as I reached out with my hand and started to stroke his cock. I was in heaven, but I was going to do the same to this man as he'd done to me.
After a few minutes had passed, the man fucking me, you could tell, was enjoying it. But I stopped this by pushing him away from me with my feet. Then I raised myself up so the cock in my mouth fell out, and I released the third man's cock. I stood up and just walked off naked towards the corridor that led to the bar, making sure I wobbled my ass as I did. All I heard was "What the fuck?" as I entered the corridor. Entering the bar, I found that even the few people left in it were gone. The only person here was the barmaid. She smiled at me as I entered naked, and she said, "I see the boys are having fun. Fuck, I'd love to fuck you, girl." I sat down facing the corridor with my legs spread wide.
Only a moment had passed before the three men appeared. The man who'd fucked me twice first, and he was also the one who spoke, "Fucking hell, look at you, girl. You're just waiting to be fucked. Well, you're going to get all three presents at once for what you've just done," and he grabbed me. One of them laid down on a coffee table, and I was placed on top of him, facing him, with his cock in my pussy. The second man stood in front of me and put his cock in my open, moaning mouth. The man who'd fucked me twice positioned himself behind me and then pushed his cock into my ass. All at once, they started to pump their cocks out of the holes they were in, fucking me.
Right here in the bar, on a table, I was getting fucked by three strangers and loving every minute of it. As I was getting fucked, my breasts were being groped, and my ass was squeezed and slapped. They were pushing their cocks into me as far as they could. Sometimes they went fast, and other times slow. I orgasmed twice as they fucked me like this. Soon, though, after my second orgasm, they all pulled their cocks out of me. The guy who fucked me first then grabbed hold of me and lifted me up off the floor and lowered me onto his cock as he stood up just in front of the bar. Then he started to bounce me up and down on it. He did this until he shot his cum deep into my pussy.
After he'd dropped me to the floor, another of the men came up to me. He lifted one of my legs and rammed his cock into my pussy as I stood here on one leg. Then he started to fuck me fast and deep. As he did, I could feel my breasts bounce, and my nipples rub on his hairy chest. This sent waves through me, and as he too filled my pussy with his cum, I orgasmed again. I didn't get a moment, though, as the third and last one of them bent me over a bar stool and rammed his cock into my ass. Then he started to fuck me furiously. While he did, the barmaid leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "When they've finished and left, it's my turn," then kissed me. Finally, after being fucked hard and rough, the third man came, filling my ass with his cum.
Once he'd pulled his cock out of my ass, I stood and stumbled back, landing onto a padded bench with my legs wide. Cum was seeping out of my ass and pussy. I watched as the men just pulled up their trousers and left. The barmaid, though, was now sat next to me and turned my head and kissed me. As she did, she groped my breast. Then, stopping, she stood, stripped off her clothes, and climbed onto the bench. Her pussy was just in front of my mouth. She grabbed my head and pulled it to her pussy and said, "Right, you little bitch, suck and lick my pussy or get punished," and I did as ordered.
It wasn't long until I was starting to do things without being ordered. She laid down on her back on the bench. Then, with her legs spread, I went back to licking and sucking on her pussy and clit. While I did, I also finger-fucked her and groped her perfectly formed, average-sized breasts. At times, too, pulling and twisting her nipples. She grabbed my head and pulled it in to her pussy as her body started to shake and buck as a powerful orgasm went through her, screaming out loud as it did. I felt her juices go all over my face until finally, she let go of my head.For a while, I just sat on the bench, naked, looking down at my body, thinking as I did. How could I keep doing these things, and why? Even when I got up and went into the back for my thong and dress, I was still in some sort of deep thought daze. Feeling so confused, I walked back into the bar, dressed. The barmaid came up to me and kissed me deeply on the lips, then slipped a beer mat into my hand. "That's my number, honey. I'd love to fuck you sometime," she said, and then let me out the door. Even going home, it was all a daze, and for some reason, I kept hold of the mat. | 4 |
104,195 | Needing to Confess | Hi, my name is Lucy and I'm a cousin of Cleo. I'm 18 years old and have black hair, green eyes, and my stats are 32G-24-34. I'm currently enjoying life without any sort of aim or purpose in a career and will try anything in ways of jobs or training. As I'm still trying to decide what I want to do in life, but I aim to have fun no matter what I end up doing. On the way, I expect to have many adventures and experiences.
Since I'd done with Hannah's father what I'd done, I'd been feeling guilt-ridden. After all, it's not like he'd fully taken advantage of me. I might have been drunk at first, but I was sober the second and third time. I'd even begged him to fuck me as well. The past week or so, I'd also been buying more sexy clothes and lingerie. One of my older sisters had gone with me and gave advice on how to keep these a secret from dad, as he'd certainly not like just about everything I'd bought.
It was Saturday, and I was just coming home from the sales job I'd been doing for the past week. As it was my last day there, I'd dressed up a bit. Wearing some of the new clothes I'd got under a long coat, as this would cover them from father's eyes when I went into the house to my room to change. Underneath, I was wearing a fairly sheer lace thong, suspender, and bra set in white with black silk stockings. As this was a special day, I thought I'd try it out to see how I felt wearing this. On top, I had on a fairly sheer satin blouse in white also, which did sort of show my bra faintly through it. Then I had on a pleated, flared mid-thigh black skirt and a pair of black high-heeled leather shoes.
As I was again feeling guilty as I passed the church, I thought, "Shall I go in and confess?" Even though there was not so much a thing as confession, the vicar had always told us we could approach him with any problems, and he'd try to help. This seemed to be consuming me, and I needed to tell someone, as they say, "A problem shared is a problem halved." So I found myself entering the quite large church our father took us to every Sunday.
The silence was the first thing you noticed, and then, as I looked in, I saw just a few women down the front of the church. They were sat very quietly, as if praying or something. Then I stepped forward, and the noise of my heels on the stone floor echoed around. This is when I saw the vicar for the first time as he turned and saw me. Then he started to walk towards me, so I stopped. As he came closer, I undid my coat, and it opened up.
When he came to me, he looked at me up and down. "Hello, Lucy, I didn't recognize you at first, dressed up like that," and he smiled at me. All I did was smile back, then stood and looked at him. "You look like something's bothering you, Lucy," he said. "Yes, it is a little. You know when you said that if there was ever anything that I couldn't tell my mother and father, that I could come to you, no matter what it was, you'd help me and not let them know?" I asked. He looked at me and said, "Of course, Lucy, come, let's sit over here," as he guided me to the very back pew in the corner.
Taking off my coat as it would get in the way as I sat, he looked at me with a twinkling in his eyes I'd not seen before. In fact, I'd never really looked at him before until now. He was in his forties, with still black hair and a beard. As I looked at him, I noticed how good-looking he was. Looking deep at me, he asked, "So, what's troubling you, Lucy?" and I paused. Until finally, I said in a very low voice, "I've been a stupid and bad girl," and looked down.
He raised my head by putting his finger under my chin and lifting it. Then, looking me right in the eye, he said, "Please go on, it will be a lot better if you share your problem," and his hand went to my knee to reassure me. He didn't move his hand as I said, "I went out and got drunk and stayed at a friend's house. She didn't go home, though, so there was just me and her father. I did something silly by revealing myself to him and then had sexual intercourse with him, not once or twice either, but three times before I went home. Not only was this wrong, he is also married and wants to do it again. The problem is, I enjoyed it, even though I betrayed both my friend and her mother by doing it," and I looked ashamed.
He gently moved his hand up and down my thigh, stroking it, as he said, "Oh, Lucy, I can see why you are in such a state, but this is nothing too bad." His other hand came round my shoulder. I'd not noticed that his other hand was now slipping under my skirt to the top of my stocking as he stroked my leg. As he continued, "Sex is only a natural thing between two people. You are a very attractive woman, and maybe he couldn't help himself, so it was not just of your doing," he told me. Leaning in, he said barely whispering, "You must tell me in detail just what happened exactly," and so I did.
As I told him just what had happened, I was getting turned on, and the fact that his hand was now under my skirt, right next to my pussy, was helping this. Also, I could feel his hot, soft breath on my ear too. Suddenly, there was a noise, and he stood me up and pushed me in the alcove. As soon as I was in there, he raised my skirt and started to openly rub my pussy through my thong. I did very weakly try once to push it away, but he continued. He took my hand and to his cock that he'd taken out of his trousers and started me to stroke his cock.
He was getting me that turned on that I'd undone my blouse and had one of my tits out of the cup of the bra. While I rubbed my pussy and stroked his now hard cock, I also was playing and rubbing my tit. As this had now been going on for a bit, he moved round behind me and put his cock between my legs. He pushed them closed around his cock that was now also pressing against my pussy through the thong. Then he started to push it forward and backwards in a fucking motion. Feeling it rubbing against my pussy through my thong was unbelievable. He now too reached round and started to play with my exposed tit.
This he continued for a bit and kissed me too, until suddenly, there was a loud noise not too far away. Also, a voice saying something as more noise, as if someone had knocked something over and was picking it up. He quickly told me to dress, and I did as he put his cock away. Just as I'd finished pushing my skirt down, an old woman appeared. The vicar went over to her, and they whispered, and I then heard him say, "Yes, that would be okay, but I need to finish with Lucy first, so let's go to my office," and then he picked up my coat and said, "This way, Lucy," and I followed them.
His office door was in the middle of an old stone corridor, and my footsteps in the high heels echoed down. Just outside it was a bench seat, and he asked the old woman to sit there and opened the door and told me to go in. Inside was an old wood desk and chair, bookshelves with books on them, an old wooden coffee table in the middle of some old leather chairs and a couch. Everything was the same brown shade, and the odd bits of gold leaf. I heard him say to the old woman, "Please wait there, and I'll deal with Lucy and then see you," and he closed the door.
He came straight over to me and kissed me. As he did, he started to unbutton my blouse and then undid my skirt, which fell straight to the floor around my feet. Then he pushed off my blouse, and then, breaking the kiss, stood back and looked at me in my new lingerie. Then he calmly unzipped his fly and took out his cock again. Then he sat in one of the leather chairs with his legs open. Looking at me, he said, "Come here, Lucy, and kneel between my legs and take my cock in your mouth," and that's just what I did. I'd totally forgotten who he was now, I was so turned on. I was soon bobbing my head up and down on his cock.
As I did this, I felt him reach forward and undo the clips to my bra. Then I felt it slip down my arms as he released it to my hands on the floor. Next, his hands slipped round me to squeeze and grope my hanging tits. After, as I still sucked his cock, his hands moved from my tits and back round to my back. They slipped down my spine and to my ass, and they squeezed, groped, and slapped the cheeks. He continued to grope my ass and tits while I was on all fours between his open legs, sucking his cock while he sat in the chair.
He told me to stand up, and then he got up himself and tucked his cock under his robe and went to the door as I just stood there semi-naked. He opened the door and out into the corridor and said to the old woman, "Sorry, it's taking so long, but Lucy has a hard problem to deal with first," and then he re-entered the room and closed the door. He had a big smile on his face as he said to me, "Now take your knickers off, Lucy, and let me soften this hard problem you need to have in you," and pulled his cock from under his robe again. I did as he'd asked me and pushed down my knickers, leaving totally exposed to him as he came over to me.
He positioned me, sat in the chair, and put each of my legs over each of the arms of the chair so my pussy was completely exposed for him to do as he wished. He knelt down in front of the chair, and I noticed his cock was at exactly the same height as my pussy. As his cock started to move towards my pussy, I looked down in eager wait as I noticed just how wet my pussy was when his cock's tip touched my pussy lips. As this happened, a surge went through me, and I moaned loudly. Even if I'd thought about the old woman hearing outside, I wouldn't have cared with this feeling that had taken me over again. I watched transfixed and curiously as I felt and watched every bit of his cock open and push into my pussy.It was soon buried deep into me, and I raised my eyes up his body to his face and saw him smile as he said to me, "I'm going to enjoy fucking your soft, tender, tight, hot pussy over the course of time I need to, Lucy," and then squeezed my tit as my gaze went back down. I watched as his cock started to push in and out of me, all wet with my pussy's juices. This sent me over the edge, and I orgasmed, screaming out loud as my body gave itself completely to him. He didn't cum though, and continued to fuck me hard and long, groping my tits and kissing them as he did. On and on he went, fucking me, kissing me deep, slipping his tongue into my mouth sometimes too.
Another orgasm came within me, taking hold of my body, making me shake with the power of it. This was too much for him, I think, as I felt him pull out of me. The instant he did, I felt his hot, sticky cum hit my chin, tits, stomach, and pussy all in one go, and it continued until I was covered in his sticky cum. I stayed slumped in the chair with my legs over the arms, covered in his cum as I panted for air after my own orgasm. At some point, I must have closed my eyes, as the next moment I remember seeing of him was him putting down his phone on a desk and picking up my clothes and handing them to me.
Dressing in them and not realizing until it was too late, I was still covered in cum as I'd put them on. This might have been because, as I dressed, he was talking to me, "and remember, Lucy, from now on when me or your friend Hannah's father fucks you, it's not a sin or such, it's what you were put on earth to do and serve men," and as he said the last bit, he opened the door as I was dressed. "Now go and think through what we have discussed and acted on today," he said as he ushered me through the door, "and come back again when I send for you, and we'll have a group session on this," and I passed the old woman and smiled at her. It wasn't until I heard the door shut that I realized that I still had some cum on my chin.
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104,204 | Selling Property | Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which usually leads to trouble. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36D-22-36. I took up a temp job with a real estate agency. They had me working as an outdoor sales person, which basically meant I had to go out and show the clients the properties they were interested in. They had a sort of uniform, which was office dress. In my case, that meant a business suit or skirt, trousers, and a jacket.
Well, today I decided to really dress up. The deal I was to work on was worth a lot of money, and you never know. If I could pull this one off, they might even offer me a full-time job with commission. So I got out a white with black trim thong, bra, and suspender set. This cost a fortune when I bought it. It looked very expensive and extremely sexy. With it, I wore some black lace stockings with little black bows on the top of them at the back. I got out a white satin blouse and a skin-tight dark grey pinstripe mini-skirted business suit. The jacket only had one button on it and was quite tight around the waist when fastened. This did show off my breasts even more. But that is what I wanted to wear as it looked very official. Lastly, I put on a pair of black leather stilettos.
I had not read or seen anything on the property I was going to be showing the clients around today. All I knew was that it was the biggest property on the books. In fact, the biggest property this little real estate agency I was working for had ever handled. At this time, I didn't even know how much the property was up for or even what it was. So I set off in plenty of time to call by the offices to pick up the paperwork. Then, I would go to the place and take a walk around it so I knew what it was and all the features of this place, so I could really sell it. As I'd also read the paperwork before the clients got there too.
Getting to the office was no problem. Picking the paperwork up and then sitting there and reading it was the plan. This was not going to work out, though, as I hit bad traffic almost straight away. I lost about a good 15 minutes in the first traffic jam. Then, before I'd even got another mile, I hit another traffic jam. This one was even bigger than the first. I was sat in this for half an hour when I saw my chance to try and get out of this by cutting down a side street and using another route. Which just took me into another traffic jam. As it seemed a lot of other people had the same idea. I lost over three-quarters of an hour in this traffic jam.
By the time I arrived at the drive to the property, I'd not only lost the time I was going to use getting myself prepared, but I was also late for the time to meet the clients. My only hope was they'd also got stuck in traffic. I started up the drive, and this is when I first realized how big this place was. On my left were some tennis courts, and on my right, a full English country garden. Then, as I got closer to the house, there were some stables for horses. After passing these, I pulled into a big courtyard. As I looked at the house for the first time, this place was huge, and I glanced down to look at the price it was on for. I did gulp as I saw the 7 million figure in print on the paperwork.
As I started to slow to park my car, there in front of me were three very unhappy, even angry-looking men watching me park. This was not a good start, and I knew from this moment it was going to take some work and something special to sell this place to these men. No matter how much they might have liked it or do like it. The company was looking bad in their eyes, and would you like to do business with a tardy company? I noticed there was no other car parked here as I parked. This could have been the reason they hadn't left already, I thought. At least that was one thing that I'd got lucky on.
Thinking it was best to get straight out of the car and say that I was extremely sorry for being late and explain why was what I thought best to do. Then, with paperwork in hand, try and put the best sales pitch together I could without knowing anything about the place without consulting the paperwork. The two black men and the white man stood in front of me looked even less impressed as I apologized to them in their business suits. I'm not sure, but as I opened the door to the main house, I think I saw them out of the corner of my eye looking me over and smiling. But as we stepped inside and turned to look at them, this was gone as I looked at three stern faces.
Glancing at the paperwork as I went into sell mode to refer to things, I tried my best to make this look a highly polished sales pitch. This place, as we started to travel around it, was huge and gorgeous. I could only dream of owning a place like this. The only way I'd even get close to having the money to buy a place like this would be to win a big lottery jackpot. It had everything in it. We were now in the fully equipped gym, and as with the other rooms we'd been in, the men would wait until I'd done my little speech on the room and then ask some questions. One of them asked me if everything in here was fully working. Which I replied, of course. He asked me to prove it. I looked at him as I asked, "How would I do that?" "Well, use some of the machines to show us," was his straight away reply.
Looking at the first machine I came to, it was one where you sat on it with your legs either side of the bench and put your hands on the two handles and pushed them together. I never even thought what this was going to do as I swung a leg over the bench and sat down. My skirt popping straight up to my waist and showing them my stocking, suspenders, and thong I had on. As all three were stood directly in front of me looking. "Well, come on, let us see if it works," he demanded again. So I started to work the machine. The instant I did, the button popped off my jacket, and it fell open. As my satin blouse was stretched tightly across my breasts at the next moment, this revealed to them the outline of my bra and the full shape of my breasts.
After a little go on this, one of the men smiled and came to help me off the machine. He didn't stop there, though. As next, he pulled down my skirt and smoothed it out. His hand sliding across my ass, hips, and thighs stirred that feeling in me. As we moved on around the rest of the gym, I never noticed that they seemed to be closer now and touching me at any given chance. On into the next room, and this was the indoor swimming pool. I gave them all the sizes and depth of it. Then realized just how hot I'd become. One of the men must have noticed too as he said, "Why don't you take that jacket off? We don't mind," as he smiled. So I did and then, leaving it here, continued on.
Next room was a sauna room. I tried my best to show them it working and got even hotter doing so. As I now started to sweat, and the satin blouse was sticking to me. Through another door, and we were into the jacuzzi room. One of the men then said to me, "You say this is a big model of jacuzzi. I'd like to get a size perspective. How about you get in it?" I looked at it and then at him. He then added, "It is empty, so you won't get wet," with a little smile as he knew I was wet with sweat. "But I might damage it," was what I replied. Quick as a flash, the white man answered, "Well, you could take your shoes off," and I looked down as he said this. Looking, I also realized that there was also the zip on my skirt that could scratch it if I sat down, which I'd have to do to show them. Which I mentioned, and within a second, the reply came, "Well, you could strip to your underwear, or don't you want us to buy this house? After all, I wouldn't want a small jacuzzi," as he looked stern again as he said this.
This house had to be sold. So much good would come from it. I'd get a job. The owners would get their money. A huge commission would be paid to the real estate agency. All this was running through my mind. As just now, one of the black men came up to me from behind, and as his hands started to roam up and down the sides of my thighs and ass, he whispered in my ear, "Do you really want to sell this house or not?" and this struck within my mind. That feeling too got a little stronger with his touch. My mind never even thought that the metal on my lingerie could easily scratch the bath as much as my skirt or blouse. All it was thinking now is that I had to sell this house. So with that, I started to unbutton and zip my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor. Then, I undid my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders and let that fall to the floor too. After I kicked off my shoes, I was left just in the very sexy, expensive white with black trim lingerie as I heard one say, "My god, what a stunner, and that lingerie is gorgeous, sweetheart," as I felt a hand stroke my ass.
Quickly, though, I climbed into the jacuzzi and sat down to show the size of it. Then, after a few moments, climbed back out. Not even thinking about my clothes, I picked up the paperwork and headed for the door for the next room, which turned out to be a games room. In here was all sorts of stuff. The main feature, though, was a real old but expensive-looking snooker table. One of the men asked me if there were any details on the table, and I stood there with the paperwork on the table, slightly bent over, trying to see if I could see any. As I looked, though, one of the black men came in behind me and pressed a big, feeling bulge into my ass as he leaned over me, saying, "So does it, sweetheart?""Is there any mention of the table?" And without me trying to move away or even protest to him doing this, I actually just answered, "No, not a thing. I'd have thought there might be," as I was thinking about this was a slight chance to see if I could get in front and read a little about what we were going to find upstairs. As this is where we were going to be heading next. While I did this, though, the man took full advantage of me and started to run his hands up and down my thighs and over very lightly on my pussy mound. Even running them up over my tits.
Even though that feeling inside of me was now running strong and trying to take control of me, I managed to fight against it and break away, heading out the door and up the massive master staircase. The men following me, and I could now hear comments coming from them. Not on the house, though. The comments were about me. "That ass is so fucking nice," "Them tits are so big and full," "I bet her pussy is so soft and tight," "She has the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen," "Her mouth looks so luscious," "Yeah, I bet it feels so good on your cock," was the type of things I was hearing. All this wasn't helping me fight against that feeling, as I was becoming more turned on, hearing these comments and imagining them doing things to me.
I headed into the first room and got it totally wrong. As I thought it was going to be a bathroom, but instead found myself looking at a large, bigger-than-king-size four-poster bed. I stood there stammering, trying to explain which bedroom this was. As I did, all three men closed in around me. "Come on, darling, when are you going to admit it? You have been wanting to be fucked since you first saw us," and as he was saying this, one started to caress my ass, as another was rubbing my pussy through my thong, and the last squeezed my tits through my bra. "Yes... I mean, no... oh god... oh fuck... please don't... this feels so good... I mean, this is wrong... Ooooooo..." was what I was replying in my confused mind's state. "You might be saying this is wrong, but your body is saying this is right. I know because your hand is rubbing my cock," the one to my left said to me. He was right. My hand was rubbing his groin, unknown to me. My other hand was doing the same to one of the others.
Trying to fight it still, though, I forced my hands back to me. "Please, no... We can't... I must carry on... Ooooh Mmmm... N-need to show you the rest of the house... P-please." The men, though, had now no intention of stopping. As they knew I was going to give in if they continued to work at me. I moved forward and picked up the paperwork and turned. I could feel how wet my pussy was now as I walked. I could also feel how erect my nipples were as they rubbed against my bra. Upon turning back, my eyes were greeted by the three men stood in front of me with three very nice-looking cocks out. "Come on, sweetheart, why don't you come have a taste of our cocks?" and as he said this, they all made their cocks twitch. Still trying as hard as I could, I stumbled for the door, unsure on my feet as that feeling was trying as hard to take over me. On going for the door, though, I couldn't break eye contact with their cocks.
As I tried to pass them, one of the black men grabbed me and pulled me towards them. "Come on, babe, you know you want these cocks. To taste, feel, and fuck. Just admit it to yourself." The white man added, "So get on your knees now, bitch, and suck them." I don't know if it was the way his voice sounded so commanding or if it was just me, but on this, I suddenly dropped the paperwork and dropped to my knees at the exact same time. As I did, I reached forward and took hold of one of the black cocks and moved my head forward, opening my mouth as I did and took the tip of the cock into my mouth. Slowly, I kissed it, then licked it, then took the whole head into my mouth and then pulled off it. Looked at it, then took more of the cock into my mouth. The other two moved closer round me as I started to work on this man's cock as it slowly started to harden in my mouth and hand.
That feeling was now becoming fully in control as I worked on all three of their cocks. Licking, sucking, kissing their cocks and balls. These too now were making sure that I was going to be staying in this state too. As now one dropped down behind me, I felt his hand slide into my thong and he started to rub my clit and wet pussy. One of the other men slid his hand down and into the cup of my bra. He squeezed and groped my tit before he pulled it out of the cup, then continued to grope my tit and pull on my nipple. They knew now that I wasn't going to stop or refuse them from fucking me, as I was really working at the two cocks left in front of me.
I was pulled up to my feet but left bent over with one of the black men's cock in my mouth. Feeling my thong now being pulled down over my ass and then down my thighs to mid-thigh. Next, I felt the tip of a cock at my pussy's lips. It teased me for just a moment before pushing into my wet and eagerly waiting pussy. I felt two hands grasp my hips as the cock started to pump in and out of my pussy. My bra was undone at this point, and with me bent over, I felt and watched it fall to the floor. Then with my tits free, they started to swing in rhythm to this man's thrusts of his cock fucking my pussy. What was it that made me do these things? Here I was supposed to be showing these men around this house to sell it to them. Instead, they had got me near naked and were fucking me instead. Three complete strangers who I still didn't have the names of, never mind knowing anything else about them.
Right now, one had me bent, fucking my pussy at a good rhythm with my thong just below my ass at top mid-thigh. While one of his mates now had hold of my head as he fucked my mouth with his cock. The third now was groping my tits as he also stroked his cock to the side of me. I could feel an orgasm coming on already as I came on his cock. As I nearly fell as my orgasm hit, one of them caught me. Picking me up, he threw me on to the bed. Where no sooner had I stopped bouncing, I had a cock back in my pussy and one in my mouth as the third was now between my tits, fucking them. Even though I couldn't see, somehow I knew that it was a black cock in my pussy. It felt so big.
Right now, I was getting fucked three different ways. One of the black men was fucking my mouth as I could see his hips thrusting down into my mouth. Another cock was fucking my pussy at a good rhythm too. As the third man was holding my tits together around his cock as he slid his cock forwards and backwards between them. These men were going to really make sure they fucked me good. As soon I was repositioned so I was sat on top of the white man, riding him. While having one then the other black cock in my mouth. As I sucked one, I'd be stroking the other. They were groping my tits, and the guy I was riding was rubbing my clit as his cock slipped in and out of my pussy as I bounced on it. I was so turned on now that I orgasmed again.
These men were fucking me good. My body was theirs for the taking, as that feeling was fully in control of it now. My nipples were being pulled and twisted by the two black men that were driving me wild. So much so that I put in even more effort to riding the white man. Soon, though, I was repositioned again. Now I was in a doggie-style position. One of the black men said, "I bet this dirty little slut will take it in the ass," before I had time to think of a reply. That feeling did it for me as I found myself saying, "Oh, please shove your black cock in my tight white asshole," and he needed no second time of asking. As I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart, then the head at my asshole's entrance, before he then forced the head of his cock into my asshole, stretching it wide to its limits. From this point on, I was going to be fucked hard and rough.
The white man shoved his cock into my mouth. He didn't stop there, though, as he shoved it in hard, forcing his cock into my throat. While the black guy started to fuck my ass hard and fast. All my brain was thinking now, though, was that this would only help me selling them this house, as I was giving myself to them to do as they wanted too. It wasn't long till I was on top of one of the black men with his cock in my pussy. The white man then came behind me and shoved his cock up my ass. While the other black man shoved his cock down my throat. So I was being triple penetrated by them in this gangbang. It was now that I orgasmed again as the white man slapped my ass and the black man in my pussy squeezed my tits hard.
Soon enough, I was on my back on top of one of the black men with his cock filling my ass. The other black man was between my legs, fucking my pussy. My head was turned with the white man's cock in my mouth, sucking it. They were pulling, slapping, and groping my tits and nipples. One of them too was rubbing my clit as I gave myself to them without any thought or restraint. They pounded my pussy and ass really hard until finally, I came again. At which point, just after they were finally ready to cum too, I laid there on the bed as they shot their loads all over my hair, face, neck, tits, stomach, and pussy.
I was tired and just remained laid there, covered in their cum, as they dressed. While doing so, I could hear them talking, and as they did, it was what I heard as they left that shocked me into moving. "This slut was so dumb that she never even realized we were never going to buy this place. I mean, look, we are dressed in £100 pound suits from a local department store." And then they were gone. I got up and picked up my bra and thong, set off downstairs to find the rest of my clothes. Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs in just my stockings and suspenders, I saw my boss stood there looking at me. A smile came across his face as he looked at me. "Well, I see you bent over backwards to try to sell this house to my son and his friends," he said.I tried to cover myself up with one arm across my breasts and the other over my pussy. Feeling the cum that was still covering my body as I did. He laughed as he saw me do this. "It's a bit late for that, Cleo. I have a full DVD of you with the boys," he said, holding up a disc.
All that happened next was a blur. At some point, I must have dropped to my knees in front of him, taken out his cock, and put it in my mouth. Because the next thing I remember was me being there, sucking and licking his hard cock. Just before he stood me up, took me into the living room, bent me over the back of the huge leather couch, and rammed his cock up into my ass. Fucking me so hard that my breasts swung violently, slapping the couch as they did. Slapped, hit, nipped, pinched, bit, squeezed, and generally abused the whole of my body till I felt him fill my asshole with his cum.
After he let me clean up and get dressed, then before I got into my car and he got into his with the three men in it who had also fucked me, he turned to me and said, "Sorry, Cleo, but I won't be needing your services anymore. I'll pay you to the end of the week," then got in his car and drove away with them all smiling and laughing at me as they went. I don't know what they did with the DVD - if they shared it with friends, kept it to themselves, or posted it on the internet or something. I do remember going home and cleaning myself, feeling like I'd been used. The strange thing was, though, this was a turn-on in itself, and I fucked myself with a dildo before going to sleep that night.
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104,516 | Little Slave Girl (Pt. 01) | Her shapely legs are pulled tight and spread apart as wide as her young body will allow, held fast by the chains and ankle restraints that are fastened to the eyebolts in the walls. The severe stretching causes the groin muscles of her inner thighs to display their beauty, to either side of the highly prominent vulva that protrudes from the flatness of her young naked belly.
Around her waist, the wide black leather belt holds her in mid-air, suspended from the ceiling by the ratcheted pulley and heavy chain clipped to the belt's center D-ring. Her cuffed wrists are attached to the side rings of the waist belt.
Her shoulders are down, against the small but sturdy tabletop, and her head bends backward, off the edge of the table. Her back is beautifully arched, her sweet pouty vulva the focus of her display.
I stand, with my swollen balls resting against her forehead, my hard, seething-hot cock stuffing her wet, open little mouth, the cockhead pressed tight against the opening of her throat. I stare down the length of her beautifully innocent naked body, down to that erotically protruding bulge of her little five-year-old vulva.
I draw back my swollen purple cockhead and thrust it forward again, pressing it into the tight opening in her throat. Again and again, I repeat the motion, as the precum drips from the hole at the tip of my flared glans.
Quickly, I steal a glance down at the smooth, barely tan skin of her neck and watch the movement as she swallows more and more of my slippery juices. Her beautiful face, jaw stretched wide open, to accept my man cock inside her wet little mouth.
I smile as my stare, once again, sweeps down across the flatness of her belly and locks onto her bulging little vulva.
It has taken me a number of years to get myself to this point - my own home, miles from the nearest neighbor, the cellar outfitted with all the hardware and tools necessary to properly train and keep a slave - and now, my own little slave girl, to do with as I please, for as long as I please, whenever I feel the need.
That inner need for her never seems to leave me, and now I can make up for all those times I waited, working so hard to get myself all these necessities, finding the right home, equipping it to suit my needs, and now, finding just the right little girl and capturing her without being seen, bringing her to my home, to begin her training as my submissive little slave.
She is so perfectly beautiful, so young and innocent, with long brown hair down to her shapely little ass, such a cute little face. Yes, just perfect in every way, and that first time I saw her, I knew I had to have her.
As I prepared myself for the moment of capture, I played the scenario over and over in my head for years, thinking out every detail, making sure the plan was as perfect as it could be, and once this perfect little girl had been located - the one I knew I had to have - I made sure to follow that plan to the letter.
The capture went as smoothly as planned, grabbing her along a deserted stretch of back road as she rode her bike to the playground she would never reach that day. Instead, I took her to my playground, to teach her a new way of life, that of being mine, playing my way.
I watch again as my naked little treasure swallows more and more of my precum. Just watching the movement of her neck makes my cock twitch and drip, even more, into her throat. I love the thought of my sexual juices filling her mouth and throat, giving her no choice but to swallow them into her little body. Seeing her actually doing it is so much more exciting than I had even imagined it would be! Everything about her is so much more real and exciting.
She makes my cock so incredibly hard, makes me drip uncontrollably.
I feel myself nearing the edge of orgasm, again, and know that if I don't pull my throbbing cock out of her mouth right away, I will be pumping cum down her throat in a matter of seconds, and it's too soon for that! I pull my hips back, and my cockhead slips out from between her parted lips, its wetness sliding down across her face and then back, off it, to where her eyes lock onto this fierce, swollen head, still dripping precum from its dark hole.
I let her stare at it, long and hard, getting her little girl eyes full of man cock, dripping hard and throbbing with desire for her, before moving away from her. I walk out of her field of vision, to the other side of the room. If she lifts her head, she will be able to see where I am, but she's too physically exhausted to try and just lays there with her head hanging backward off the table.
I stand back from her, over by the shelves built against the wall. I can see her open slit, between those soft, pouting lips that I love so much. I stare at the pinkness of her flesh, stare at that alluring little dark hole toward the lower end, and then her protruding little clit at the upper end. She is suspended at just the right height - I can walk right up to her and, with just a thrust of my hips, be buried inside her sweet little virgin cunt.
I take a urethral tube attached to a corona ring from one of the shelves. Carefully, I guide the smaller end of the tube into my dripping cumhole. Slowly, I let the weight of the steel tube sink into my hole, opening the hole as it sinks in deeper and deeper, until the ring is against the flared glans of my swollen head. Carefully, I slide the ring over my jutting glans, securing the three-inch-long tube inside my cumhole, turning my cockhead into a nozzle. With my hole stretched open, my cum will shoot out unrestricted when it's time to empty myself into her.
"Do you know what a Master and slave are?" I don't look at her for an answer.
"Your Master is the man you will do anything and everything for. You will let him do whatever he wants to you, anytime he wants to do it, because you are his servant. If he wants to hurt you, you will be glad that he does, because it means he wants you. And when he gives you pleasure, you will hope it never ends, because you love him so much.
I am your Master, and you are my little slave girl. You will do as I tell you, without hesitation, at all times, and I will do whatever I want to you, because you are my slave. You will learn what it all means, in time."
I walk over to her, standing between her outstretched legs. With my palms up, I place my hands under her, against the soft, lovely cheeks of her ass. I remove one hand at a time and lightly spank upward at the firm, shapely cheeks. My spanks grow in intensity, and she begins to cry out at each strike. I ignore her cries and, after ten spanks to each cheek, I stop and gently roll my thumb against her protruding little clit for the better part of a minute.
I begin spanking again, this time just a little harder than the last. Then again, I press against her clit, rolling my thumb all around in circles.
Again, the spanks, repeating the cycle, until at last I see the little girl juice start to drip out from her little pink hole. I smile.
"That's a good little girl, you drip your sweet juice out for me. Yes, show me how much you like being spanked!"
I slap her shapely little ass even harder as she drips out more and more juice for me. I lean over and lick up the trickle of juice with my tongue, savoring the taste in my mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, what a good little girl you are!"
Walking back over to the shelves, I pick up a small speculum and bring it over to my little girl slave.
It had taken me quite some time to locate all of the implements I wanted to have, especially this speculum, suited for little girls. But perseverance finally won out, and a source for items that would fit my little slave girl was found.
Walking back over to her and taking my place between her legs, I very carefully stretch her little hole open and begin inserting the blades of the speculum into her, taking care not to rip her tender hymen as I slowly guide the steel blades through it. When I finally seat them inside her, as deeply as her little cunt will permit, I take hold of the handles and slowly begin to open the blades, stretching her little pink hole wide open, allowing me to see all the way up inside her, to her soft little cervix. The light is very bright in the room - I made sure of that when I designed the room, knowing what its purpose would be, a room for visually and physically enjoying my little slave!
Stooping down, I look into her beautifully opened hole. My cock strains to be as hard as it can possibly be as I stare deep inside her beautiful little cunt.The pinkness, so soft and tender, and every bit of her exposed flesh is thickly glazed with little girl juices. I can't keep from grabbing my throbbing cock, stroking it hard as I stare at the inner beauty of her sexy pouting cunt. My mouth waters, and my cock twitches madly with desire for her!
I force myself to stop stroking, knowing full well I will be cumming in seconds if I continue, and so I direct more attention to my little slave, touching the soft flesh inside her with my probing fingers, rubbing her wetness onto her exposed clit, and watching for a reaction from her young little body.
I carefully excite her little clit, making it swell and stick out from her pink flesh. It grows hard under the teasing of my fingers, and I am relentless in my ministrations to make her body respond to my touch.
Soft little moans begin coming from her mouth, and I can see the muscles in her thighs begin to clench. It's all so fascinating and exciting to me to see her young naked body beginning to respond, so young, but not at all immune to sexual arousal. My precum drips heavily from the tube holding my cumhole open.
Moving back to the shelves, I grab a thin long-handled vibrator, with a larger bullet-shaped tip. I return to the little girl's open cunt and carefully guide it inside her, until the tip is pressing against the soft pucker of her little cervix. I turn it on to a low hum and seat it against the tight little hole right in the center, rubbing her erect clit as I keep firm pressure against her cervix. I stare into her wide open hole and watch the pucker of her little cervix become more exaggerated each time I press a little harder against it.
I watch as the little girl begins flexing her hips, and as I look into her sweet open hole, I can see the tip of the vibrator starting to penetrate her tight little cervix.
"Yes, that's a good girl, let me in."
I will teach her to relax her little body, and with practice, I will stretch her tight little cervix until finally she will accept total cervical penetration. My cockhead aches, so badly, to push into her uterus, where more than anywhere else, I want to splash my cum inside her.
I continue to watch as her juices pool in the depression the vibrator is making in the soft puffy flesh of her cervix. I back it off every few seconds and press the tip against her tight little hole again and again, each time it seems as though just a bit more of the tip is entering that soft tight little opening.
I know it will take quite a bit of stretching before my swollen cockhead will be able to push through the neck of her cervix, all the way to her uterus, but it's going to happen! I'll make sure of that!
I withdraw the vibrator to stare into her again. I love the tenderness of her virgin little cunt. I feel my cock twitch, knowing it's pushing out more precum over her.
I walk around to her cute little face again and carefully guide the string of precum hanging from the tip of my cockhead into her open mouth. In the few days I have had her, she has already learned to keep her sweet little mouth open when my cock is nearby.
Slowly, my swollen head draws closer and closer to that wet little mouth. I let her wide eyes get a good look at my wide open hole before pushing my cock into place, deep in her mouth. Gently, I hump the tight little opening of her throat, filling it with cockhead, drawing back, then filling it again and again, dripping constantly the whole time. I lay the flat of my hand on her neck to feel her swallowing my juices.
"That's my good little girl, drink it all down into your sweet little belly."
I lean over and press my free hand onto the bare skin of her belly. I love the softness of her skin, knowing I am the only man to ever touch her this way, sexually, making her my own. I reach down lower to touch the softness of her vulva. I know I'm dripping heavily in her mouth, her throat moves constantly under my hand, swallowing my unending flow of precum.
The more I hump against the tightness of her throat, the less I care about everything else.
I take my hand off her neck to watch her swallowing movements, to watch her sexy little mouth take my thick thrusting cock.
Her mouth is wide open, the wetness drips from her lips, drippy trails of spit and precum streak her cheeks. My cock strains even harder, seeing her cute little girlishness so sexually used.
"I want you to be a good little girl and hold your mouth open for me. I want you to watch my cock when I pull it out of your mouth, and I want you to watch the cum shoot into your mouth, and feel it splashing inside.
When I shoot it into your mouth, I want you to swallow every drop of it, or next time I'll force it down your throat by pushing my cockhead into your throat, like it is right now, and you'll have no choice. Nod your head if you understand."
The little girl nods.
"That's a good girl, I want you to see how nice and hard you make my cum shoot out, and I want you to feel it and taste it. Drinking my cum is the price you must pay for being such a naughty little girl, and making me cum so hard! So you remember to hold that little cum mouth of yours wide open, do you understand?"
She nods again.
Her little mouth is getting my swollen head so hot and ready to shoot! My cock can't possibly get any harder than it is right now. I can feel a real strong cum building inside me, for her, and it's going to really gush out through the tube holding my hole wide open! I want her to see the cum pouring out of my cock, every bit as much as I want to watch it shooting into her open mouth and watch her gulping it down into her belly.
I'm getting so close. I can feel the cum boiling in my balls, so ready to pump out through my cock and explode into her pretty little mouth. I keep humping the tight opening of her throat, making my big shiny purple head so hot, staring at her naked little body, letting her bring me past the point of no return. My cockhead burns with desire, I want nothing but to flood her mouth with hot cum. Lost in the need to release my pent up desire for her, I begin thrusting harder, forcing my swollen cockhead deeper into her little throat.
She begins to gag, making me realize what I'm doing, and as I feel the first spurt getting ready to explode from my balls, I pull my cock out of her mouth and take hold of the base of my thick shaft, pulling back the skin tight, aiming my cock right into her mouth, just inches away.
I feel the spasms start, the cum racing through my cock, and watch as one long wet stream after another pours out of my wide open hole, into her open mouth, splashing hard, inside, shooting right to the back of her throat.
I watch the little girl fight to gulp it all down, as one stream after another floods her little mouth, her eyes glued to my big purple head, gushing its cum out at her. I watch her swallow it down, and seeing the movement in her neck with each gulp only makes me cum all the harder! It excites me like nothing ever has, to watch her catching all my cum with her hungry little mouth, trying so hard not to miss a drop.
As the last stream shoots out, I push my spasming cock back into her mouth, to make sure she swallows every drop. I feel her sucking my cockhead as the last of my semen pumps out of my cock, for her to drink.
"What a good little girl she is," I think to myself, as I pull my shrinking cock from her mouth and wipe it across her cute little face. A trail of cum follows my cockhead across her soft skin, and I have to smile.
"Such a good little girl, so hungry for cum, aren't you?"
She gives me a quick little nod, still staring at the tip of my semi-erect cock.
"That's a good girl, you stay nice and hungry, and I will keep you well fed."
I lift her head and pull out a sliding shelf from the edge of the table under her neck, and rest her head on it.
I walk around to my place between her legs and slowly, with great care, close the blades of the speculum and withdraw it from her sweet little cunt. Once out, I inspect her tender flesh to ensure no damage has been done to her hymen. That preciously sweet thin membrane is for my cock to take from her, and for her to remember what tore through it.
I rub my fingers all over her pouting vulva. I love touching her soft puffy lips, knowing I have lucked out, finding a girl with such a beautifully protruding vulva. I couldn't have dreamed up a more arousing little cunt than the one between her legs!
I place my mouth over her beautifully bare vulva and suck on those soft lips, running my tongue along her tender little slit and gently poke the tip inside her tight little hole.
"How I'm going to love pushing my cock into this sweet innocent little cunt of yours, and won't you love feeling it filled with hard cock!" I laugh. "Oh yes, you'll love this big cock stretching that sweet little hole open!"
I release the snap hooks pinning the girl's wrists to her waist, and then, using the ratchet pulley on the wall, lower her hips until her ankles are the only thing holding her up. One at a time, I caress the naked skin of her muscular legs and release the snap hook, lowering her feet to the floor.
The girl stands, naked beside me, and I release the clip from the ceiling chain.
I pick her up and carry her to the bed in the corner of the room. Placing her down on the clean sheet, I clip her wrists together, and then can't resist running my hands over her nakedness, one more time. I touch every bit of her naked body, lingering here and there.Finishing with my fingers between her legs, gently massaging her soft vulva and curling a finger into her wet slit.
Then, I pull the warm blankets over her and tuck her in.
"Now you be a good little girl and get some rest. I'll be back later with your supper."
The little girl curls up under the blankets and sucks her thumb as she closes her eyes. | 4 |
104,545 | New Beginnings - Part 13 | His cock stayed hard, inside his little lover, and neither of them moved for several minutes after their spasms ended.
Jane was still cumming on her monstrous dildo in the corner, and both Jack and little Missy watched her as she continued to hump and moan, with her bare cunt lips so tightly stretched around the hugely thick dildo. Her cunt was glistening with wetness, and seeing her mother so deeply lost in orgasm caused little Missy to begin humping the cock inside her own little cunt. She loved the feeling of his big cock filling her, and the thought of him having emptied his cum into her gave her a need to feel the shaking take hold of her little body again.
As her mother panted and moaned, pushing her dildo hard into herself, her little girl watched her and pushed herself down onto Jack's cock, lifting up slightly and pushing down again, over and over. At first her movements were slow and measured, allowing her to feel every bit of her tight little cunt sliding over his big cock - to feel that lovely cock filling her body so deliciously, deep inside her. Soon her movements started happening faster and faster. She didn't think about it, her little body just started doing it on its own. She did think about his big cock, how she loved feeling it inside her, as she humped it harder and faster.
In no time at all, her own panting and moaning joined her mother's. Her mother watched her sweet little five-year-old humping his big cock, and it drove her to feel the deepest need to cum she had ever felt. She pushed hard on the dildo, pulling it up into herself, as she rocked her hips, grinding the head of it against her cervix, as she knew little Missy was doing with Jack's cock.
Her moans grew louder, till they turned into cries of passion, as she began to cum again. Missy was feverishly humping Jack's cock, driven by her mother's orgasm, needing to cum so badly herself. She felt it begin, deep inside her - the pressure building and building, and the trembling began to overtake her whole body. She pushed herself down hard against his swollen cockhead, and slowly it began pushing into her cervix, stretching it open, just as it had her tight little cunt. She pushed and pushed, and felt her tight little hole squeezing more and more of his cockhead deeper and deeper.
She shook violently as he began shooting his wet jets of cum into her tender little womb, splashing the mixture of precum and semen up inside her most intimate cavity. All he could think of was splashing his cum all over her insides, as stream after stream poured out of him, into her.
Too soon, it was over, as the trio's spasms subsided, each now bonded to the other in a way he had never thought would be. Missy leaned forward and collapsed onto his chest, exhausted and spent, as his cock slowly began to slip from inside her. Before he realized what was happening, he felt something against the shaft of his cock. It only took a few seconds to realize it was Jane, licking his cock. She helped it out of her little daughter's cunt and took it into her mouth, sucking the cum from it till it was clean. Then, without hesitation, she went to work on her little girl, licking and sucking all the sexual wetness she could find from her bare little cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm.......mmmmmmmmmm.......mmmmmmmmmmm," was all that could be heard, between her slurps, as she greedily swallowed down everything that entered her hungry mouth.
As Jack held his little princess against him, he realized that things were going to be very different from now on. One thing he was sure of - he needn't worry about losing his sweet little lover anytime soon. He might just get his cock into her every day from now on.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," was all he could think to say. | 4 |
104,606 | Disney Trip Part 5 | Heather woke early in her own bed. She quietly looked over and saw that Brian was still sound asleep. He looked boyishly handsome with his tussled hair resting on the pillow. She knew that what she was doing was so wrong, but she was having the time of her life. Oh, the parks were fun as they usually are, but this bit of shocking and licentious behavior tickled her in many ways. She was always the good girl, always doing what was right, always obeying the law, always the prim and proper school marm. A true Girl Scout, that was what she was. Stepping over the line, no matter what the consequences, had been fun.
Thinking back over what had happened in the last few days, she decided that if she had to do it all over again, she wouldn't change a thing. She had submitted to pure animal lust and desire and was very satisfied. Her nipples were sore from all the attention, her vaginal canal was sore from all the intercourse in every which way, but mentally she was as satisfied and complete as a woman could be. She quietly tiptoed over to her suitcase on the floor and found a fresh pair of panties. She slipped them on and was now taking a clean bra from the same suitcase when she felt a hand on her back. She pretended not to notice as she stood up with the bra in her hands, slipping her arms into the straps.
The hand moved around to her belly and found the waistband of her panties. Slowly extended fingers reached under the panty material, moving downward until they found the top of her slit. She sighed as she moved her head back against Brian's cheek. His finger expertly parted the folds of flesh covering her slit and slowly massaged the glistening pink folds underneath. She sighed again, giving herself over to his ministrations.
Brian turned her around and kissed her tenderly on the lips while his hand pulled the panties down over her hips. She responded by using her tongue to probe his hot, passionate mouth. They had been having sex several times a day now, and yet she still wanted him again. She reached down for his cock and cupped his balls. Brian was standing there nude with a morning erection. She softly cradled his balls, then went down on her knees and circled his hard penis with her lips. She licked and sucked for only a few seconds and then got up, laid on the bed, and raised her knees with her legs spread open invitingly. Without saying a word, Brian got between her knees and started leaving a trail of kisses starting on her thighs, over her pussy, across her tummy, and up to her breasts. The kisses lingered on her breasts as he tongued one nipple then the other. As he found her mouth with his lips, he slowly entered the pink wetness between her legs until he was in up to his pubic bone. Heather silently mused that this was the way to start the day. She felt full and satisfied as she arched her back and raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts. They continued this until both collapsed in a simultaneous and satisfying climax.
Breakfast was the next order of the day after they each took a quick shower. The meal was a buffet of waffles, eggs, and bacon, which they hungrily attacked. The physical exertion in the bedroom had stimulated their appetites. Once the last egg was scraped from the plate and the last drop of juice drained from the glass, they slowly left the dining room and leisurely strolled back to the hotel room, careful not to show any signs of affection in public.
"This is our last day here," lamented the boy.
"That's right, Brian. I have had a marvelous time with you. I hope we can do it again sometime during the year," said Heather, while she was silently thinking that this won't ever happen again.
"Oh wow, Heather. You just made another dream come true," exclaimed Brian. "I was thinking this morning while we were having breakfast that this is so perfect, we were made for each other. I don't ever want it to end. I want to keep seeing you."
"My dear boy, I'm afraid life doesn't work like that. You have school, and I have a husband and a career," said Heather as she tried to put a degree of normalcy into their teacher-student relationship.
They quietly put the suitcases into her car. Heather visited the front desk of the hotel, returned the electronic access card, and signed the receipt, checking them out of the room. "Thank you for staying with us, Mrs. Jennings, and we hope to see you again," the desk clerk said cheerfully.
With that, the little Honda Accord returned to the theme park for the rest of the morning. After four hours of exhausting fun, Heather and Brian started the 3-hour drive home. Cruising down the interstate, Brian kept staring at Heather's toned legs. She was wearing white short shorts that were as tight as they were short. Riding in the car a while, the shorts had slipped up against her crotch, displaying the outline of her female body parts quite clearly. She noticed his eyes staring at her shorts and quizzed him. "What are you staring at?" Brian looked up at her and innocently replied, "Nothing. I like the way your legs are showing, and I like how I can see the outline of your pussy through your shorts." With that statement, Heather reached down and tugged the hem of the shorts down from where they were pressing against her crotch. She somehow needed to regain control of the student-teacher relationship.
"Brian," Heather almost whispered in a pleading voice, "We are back in the real world now, and we have to forget what just happened this weekend." "Heather, I know that, but I won't ever forget touching every part of your nude body and, better yet, having sex with you morning, noon, and night. I wish I could take your shorts off right now and do it again." Heather looked sternly at the boy. "You know the rules from now on, Brian. We don't talk about what happened this weekend to anybody. Let's keep this in our private memories."
As she said this, a truck suddenly lurched across the median from the lanes on the other side. Heather looked up and saw the grill of the truck almost touching her Honda. She gripped the wheel tightly and tried to swerve, but it was too late. The sound of crunching metal and breaking glass, the screams, and the clouds of steam enveloped the roadway as the Honda was dragged across 2 lanes while the bulk of the 18-wheeler ran over the roof of the small car. Several other vehicles in front of and to the side of Heather's car were now suddenly in the developing tragedy. The air bags deployed in this and several of the surrounding cars, but it was of no avail. The lovers in the Honda Accord, Heather and Brian, were now peacefully unaware of their former surroundings as they crossed the threshold into another world. | 4 |
104,629 | Dirty Boy | His lonely neighbor lady invites him in for a personal inspection of his growing body. Story Codes: Fm, CFNM, teen, 1st.
"Please, Samuel, remove your shoes and socks before stepping a single foot in here," Bethany Cannony said to young Sam very matter-of-factly. "We are going into the nicest room in my home, you know."
As they stepped through the arched doorway, Sam felt very out of place in what was clearly the tidiest and most elegant room he had ever set foot into in his young life. His bare feet sank into the lush white carpeting as they made their way past the expensive decorative lamps perched upon antique marble tabletops. Delicate glass menagerie hung from display stands on delicate shelves. The furniture was gleaming and spotless, and simply standing in a room like this, fresh from a day full of gardening, was almost a sin.
She led him to a wooden stool placed oddly in the middle of the sitting room.
"That's it, dear, just step up here and keep steady," she soothed as she gently spoke, holding his trembling hand in hers. "We wouldn't want you to fall now."
He shifted his weight to a foot on the stool and stepped upwards, his other foot following onto the seat. He felt strange standing on a stepstool in the middle of Mrs. Cannony's sitting room. The area was so neat and clean, and it just seemed wrong to be so dirty, standing on furniture in the middle of such a dignified room.
"That's very nice, Samuel," she said, looking up at him. "It's just what I like. Now you just stand still for a while, and I am going to look at you like I said. Is that okay?"
Sam didn't know what to think, let alone what to say. He knew that Mrs. C., or Bethany as he heard his mother call her time and time again, was a bit eccentric. She was very nice to him and had always been the entire time they lived next door. He had always been her summer helper as long as he could remember, helping in her garden, mowing her lawn, and raking leaves. Every once in a while, he would get a glimpse of a dissimilar side of her when she would break from her typical proper appearance and wrinkle her face up and stick her tongue out at him. Once she had even cursed quite loudly as a tray of drinks tumbled from her hands and splashed onto her legs down by her feet. These occasions were very infrequent, and the rest of Sam's experiences with Bethany were very neighborly and proper.
Standing on a stool in her formal sitting room in his sweaty lawn shorts and a tank top was definitely another break from the norm.
He nodded his head slowly and still wasn't sure of what to make of this very odd development. Bethany was slowly backing away from him, her eyes staying firmly affixed to his body, somewhere around his arms and chest. She slowly walked around the stool, almost inspecting his young body.
"Um, M-Mrs. C?" he stammered eventually, "you j-just want me to stand here?" He was starting to feel a little uneasy as the silence in the room was unnerving.
"Exactly as you are, my pony," she softly said, still slowly taking in his form.
This was the first time she had ever regarded him in any way other than "Samuel," which was also very uncharacteristic of her. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious as Bethany's eyes searched his body for some unknown detail.
Bethany wasn't looking for anything in particular; she was simply giving herself an opportunity to really enjoy a young male body for her own delight. Having her neighbor's boy Samuel perched in her formal sitting room was a newly imagined perversion that excited her senses and her mind. After all, boys should not be standing on furniture in proper rooms, yet here one was. Boys should also not be in formal parlors in their work attire, dirty from their efforts, and here he was, filthy. Furthermore, proper ladies should not be interested in eyeing up young boys for any reason...but she most definitely was, and it was intoxicating.
Bethany looked at his growing smooth legs, how they disappeared into his dirty shorts. His tight little tush pushed out enough for her to see the shape of his buttocks through the sweat shorts as they dangled from his waist. His young back and shoulders were still a bit thin but strong, and had the look of being well worked and sunned.
She made her way around front to admire his bare arms hanging by his side; the soft hair standing away from his skin from the sunny sweat that had been quickly evaporating in the cool sitting room. His muscular chest was visible through the arm holes in his tank top and invited her eyes inside. His shirt was dirty and wet, and the bumps from his chest pushed out aggressively from underneath.
Then Bethany looked down to where she knew she shouldn't. His gray dirty shorts were doing very little to hide the manly lump that hid within. Her heart started to race as her eyes grazed across his private area three, four, five times before she moved on. Right in her sitting room, perched upon a stool was a young naive boy being thoroughly surveyed by a proper older woman; it was so enticing.
"Samuel," Bethany asked as she continued circling him, feeling like a combination of suit tailor and lioness, "Are you okay that I look at you like this for a while? I really prefer it."
"Um...I g-guess so, Mrs. C.," he replied with some trepidation. She was looking at him very oddly, and being stood on a wooden stool was very off-putting. He wondered why, if she could look at him all day as he worked in her yard, would having him up on this stool be any better? What was so great about a sweaty and dirty boy fresh from the garden?
"I am so happy to hear you say that, Samuel," she praised him. "You have always been such a neighborly helper, and I know you like the money you have been earning for your little business, isn't that right?"
"Why s-sure," he stammered as she circled around out of sight behind him, "you know that I appreciate the work you give me to do very much."
"I know you do," she continued as she circled his dirty young body, "and I have been wondering about you for some time now."
"Won-wondering?" he asked, being puzzled by her remark and feeling his skin crawl with her intensive gaze. She came back around on his right side and was looking him up and down, almost like she was inspecting him for signs of disease or something.
"Yes, Samuel," she said, stopping in front of him and looking up to meet his eyes, "wondering about how you have been growing. I see that you are becoming a man, and yet you are still a boy. Do you feel that way?"
"I'm, um, not sure what you mean, Mrs. C.," he managed to get out. He had been noticing lately that she had seemed more distracted when he came around to weed her garden or water her rosebushes. She almost seemed lost in a dream or in her thoughts. Now she seemed distracted again as she spoke to him.
"I mean that I have seen you growing over the years, and I am curious to see what kind of man you might become," she said, standing still and placing her hands on her hips. She suddenly gave an air of a strict teacher or military training instructor as she looked down his front and back up to his eyes. "I can see already that you are becoming quite handsome. Is it okay that I tell you that you are handsome, Samuel?"
"O-of course," his voice cracked across his drying vocal chords. He cleared his throat and tried again with a lower tone, "of course."
She smiled at his nervousness and continued to let her eyes roam over his smooth body. She liked to see him sweat a little, and his squeaking voice was confirmation of her power over him.
"You have really grown into a strong young man, you know," she continued, slowly circling him again. "I have seen how your strength is improving as you work over my yard. I have noticed that your body has been growing as well, Samuel. Is it okay that I admire your growing body?"
He simply nodded this time, trying to avoid another embarrassing sound from escaping.
"Your work in my garden has been exceptional, Samuel," she praised him as she came around front. "I have been noticing your skills expanding there as well. Your hands are very strong when needed, and then gentle as well. There is a fine art to handling a flourishing garden, you know."
Again, he nodded, being well aware of her eyes on his, although he was unable to meet her gaze. He looked ahead, feeling a little embarrassed at all the praise she was handing him.
She reached up and gently touched his arm just above the hand and ran her fingers slowly up toward his elbow. "Your arms feel very strong to me, Samuel," she admired as she continued to caress his skin. "Do you mind if I touch you like this while you are standing up here in my sitting room?"
He shook his head and began to sweat; not from the summer sun this time, but from the heat of Mrs. Cannony's attention.Never before had he felt such scrutiny and intense observation on his body, or anything else for that matter. His teachers, coaches, even his parents didn't pay him this much mind, and it was unsettling on one level, and exhilarating on another.
Bethany continued to stroke Sam's arm up to the shoulder and gave his bicep a firm squeeze. "Oh Samuel," she gushed, "I didn't realize the extent to which my hard labor has been building your strength. Can I squeeze your muscles like this?" Nod. "Do you mind if I touch you?" Slight head shake. "Am I making you uncomfortable, admiring you like this Samuel?"
There was nothing from him this time. Sam wasn't sure how he felt exactly. He guessed it was in fact making him uncomfortable, his neighbor touching him like this in her house. What did she expect when she put him up on a stool in the middle of the nicest room in her home? He thought better of letting her know about his discomfort and just stood still.
"Just know you can hop down from there any time you like Samuel," she said as she softly stroked his sun-kissed arm, "you just let me know. I am just enjoying my little pony and his hard new muscles." She gave Sam's bicep another squeeze and brought her other hand up to squeeze his other arm as well. "I certainly have a growing strong man here in my home now, don't I?"
She let his arms go and started her circling walk again. What was it about this compromising position she was so attracted to anyway, she wondered? When she got the idea, it had just appeared in her mind on a cloud of fancy. She saw this young boy standing on a moving turntable, slowly rotating as she ran her hands up and down his form like a potter at the wheel. Her eyes would be focused on where her fingers grazed, and the longer the boy spun, the more of his clothes would just vanish. It was so exciting in her mind that she eventually needed a solid 2 hours alone in her bed just to calm her heightened libido. That physical experience was burned in her mind as much as her vision of the rotating and moldable boy.
She let her hand touch his bare thigh just above the knee in the back, and sensed him twitch at the contact. She left her tender touch against his skin as she walked and drew a lazy circle around his legs with her highly manicured fingertips. She noticed a slight goosebumping of his skin as she moved around.
"When did your legs get to be so muscular, Samuel?" she asked, not waiting for an answer, "You have really been working them hard, haven't you, my pony?" She continued to circle her hand around his legs and slowly worked them up higher to his meaty thigh.
She stopped again in front of him and looked up into his eyes, wrapping both of her hands around the back of his thighs. She squeezed them hard and said, "Oh my, these are strong muscles holding you up here in my fancy sitting room. I can't believe how thick and strong they are, Samuel. Can I feel your strong legs like this, pony?"
He didn't answer her. Sam's eyes met Bethany's again and he saw something in them that he hadn't seen before. He was feeling uneasy again with her hands rubbing his legs, but her loving gaze lowered his guard a bit and he felt a little more comfortable under her inspecting touch.
"Can I call you Pony, Samuel? Do you mind? It would mean so much to me if I could call you Pony," she said as she slowly caressed his smooth skin and looked into his eyes.
He looked at her quizzically, as if she had just asked him to finish her half-eaten sandwich. "I... I guess it's okay, Mrs. C.," he managed to squeak out.
"Oh, that makes me so happy, my little Pony," she squealed as she briskly rubbed her hands up and down his thighs. "I am so pleased with you right now, Pony, did you know that? So pleased."
With that, she reached her arms around and hugged him tightly to her. Her head turned to the side against his sweaty shirt, her tailored tweed suit fully against his dirty bare legs. Sam didn't know what to do. Should he hug her back from this awkward position? He wasn't even sure why she was so happy with him, but it did feel good to be getting so much positive attention from her.
She pulled back, leaving her hands on his thighs and said, "I'm not sure that you should be wearing this dirty, sweaty shirt in my nice sitting room, Pony. Can you take it off for me, before it gets all over my delicate things?"
This seemed perfectly logical to Sam, as he was very aware of the level of filth that his shirt and most of his body contained, and the direct contrast to the cleanliness with which this room seemed to glow brightly. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it right over his head, his bare chest stretching upwards as he lifted. He looked around for a place to set his grimy clothes, and Bethany noticed his concern.
"I can see that you are worried about getting my room dirty, aren't you, Pony," she asked with a twinkle, "You have certainly matured into a responsible and thoughtful young man." She stepped back and took the shirt from his hand as if it were a dirty diaper. "My, my," she said as she stepped across to a pristine marble end table, setting it down, "you sure know how to work up a sweat, my dear little Pony."
The shirt crumpled atop the lustrous marble table, a filthy warm heap on the cold, gleaming surface. The contrast was unmistakable, and Sam cringed as the shirt touched down.
"I'm not sure how I feel about all this dirt in my nice clean parlor room, Pony," she said, looking down at his dirty pile of shirt on her fancy tabletop. "Can you see how clean I prefer to keep it in here?"
She turned to face him again and looked unabashedly at his topless body. He nodded his head and followed her gaze across his chest. She gazed at the young bare chest on display and sighed a little to herself. This was exactly what she wanted, and needed.
"I do like you better like this, Pony, your chest is so nice and clean like a good clean boy," she said as she approached him again, eyes on his belly.
"You have such a muscular stomach, don't you?" She reached up and placed a hand gently on his abdomen and moved it slightly up and down. "Can I feel your stomach, Pony? Is this okay?"
Sam's head nervously shook up and down in a slow nod. His head was spinning. His dirty arms were in direct contrast with the clean, pressed suit of canary and white covering Bethany's arms.
"My, my, Pony," she said softly in a daze, feeling the warm, smooth skin of Sam's tight abs under her silky soft hands. "You sure get filthy out there working away in my garden, don't you? Here you are, standing in my most respectable and finest room; so dirty. Would you allow me to wipe some of this dirt away before it gets all over my unsoiled things, Pony?"
He looked down at her with a nervous nod. Her pet name was throwing him into a head spin every time she used it. It confused him and made it hard to think straight. She smiled up at him and hugged his waist tight again, this time her warm cheek was pressed up against his bare tummy.
"Oh, thank goodness," she breathed in relief, as if it was killing her just having this dirty boy perched within her clean and fancy room. "Stay right there, my Pony."
With that, she released her hug and turned away from Sam and opened up a neat leather bag on the floor he hadn't noticed before. It sat just out of view next to a delicately upholstered chair behind him. She withdrew a long cloth which looked to be fairly wet. She approached him again as he stood on the wooden step stool in nothing but his yard shorts and a layer of grime.
"I will feel so much better if I can just clean you up, Pony," she said, bringing a hand up to take his. She placed the wet towel on the back of his hand and began to wash the dirt and dried sweat from his smooth skin.
The smell of the towel was very floral, and Sam's head began to swim with the new sensations from the damp and aromatic cloth.
"That's it, my dear," she said as she looked at her busy hands working their way up his left arm, "you just stand still for me and I will clean this filthy dirt from your growing body. I like things nice and clean as you can see, Pony. Do you like the way I am cleaning you? You do? Good. I am feeling so much better about this. I love to look at you, but your dirty arms and legs are just too much!"
She cleaned right up to his shoulder and down the side of his back before moving to address his other arm. She quietly wiped and scrubbed his entire arm, and soon his upper body was gleaming and clean, slightly chilled in the cool air.
"Oh, now that's so much better, my Pony, don't you agree?" she asked, stepping back and looking him over.
Sam nodded, looking at his arms, and he did feel a little better not being so grungy in her spotless sitting area.
"I must get these legs, however, my dear," she said, looking down at them with a disapproving frown, "they are simply filthy. Can I wash off your dirty legs for you, my Pony?"
Sam nodded, and Bethany smiled wide, crouching demurely before him. He was completely off guard in this entire moment in time. He simply watched as Mrs. Cannony wiped the soil and sweat from his feet and legs with her soft, wet towel. It felt nice as she moved from foot to foot, lifting gently to get the undersides, being careful not to tip him over. She worked the towel between his toes and back to the heel, setting each foot down when she was finished.
As she moved upwards and cleaned the dirt from the smooth skin of each calf, Bethany began to circle the towel around each leg as she washed.
Her encircling motion was luxuriating, and Sam started to lose himself in the feelings of warm and cool on his skin. She turned the towel over to find a clean place and started to wipe his smooth legs again.Before he knew what was happening, she had reached the bottom seam of his shorts, and his legs were magnificently clean.
She walked back to her bag and placed the damp towel inside again and came back to Sam.
"That's better now, isn't it, Pony?" she asked, looking him up and down from a step back. "Now you should feel much better about letting me look at you now that you're mostly clean, am I right?"
Sam nodded his head and kept watching her move around him on all sides.
"I'm going to touch you again, Pony, now that you're fresh. You don't mind if I do that for a minute, do you?" she asked, not waiting for an answer. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders, running them down the front of his smooth bare chest. She walked around his left side and dragged her hands along his torso as she did. Once she was around back, Bethany slid her hands up his naked back and grabbed his shoulders, rubbing them softly. Her hands were smooth and roaming, feeling every inch of that boy's bare back on their way down to his waist again. She reached around him and found the drawstring to his shorts, giving it a gentle tug.
A lump appeared in Sam's throat as his mind suddenly caught up to what was happening. Bethany's hands around his front were undoing the only thing holding his sweat shorts in place, and soon they would fall to his ankles. His heart started pumping hard, and he began to panic. Bethany noticed.
"Oh, my Pony, don't you go getting all excited on me here," Bethany soothed, "you had to know that these shorts were absolutely the filthiest thing in my entire house, right?" She slowly played with the strings below his belly and ran her fingertips under the waistband of the shorts. "You didn't think I would allow you into my most delicate room with these dirty pants on, did you? Were you planning on making a mess in here, Pony?" She cocked her head around his side to catch Sam's eye.
"Uh, no, ma'am?" he half said and half asked. Sam's pulse was racing, and he really wished that he could hop down from the stool now and go back into the garden. He wasn't sure how to bring this up to Bethany, now that she had spent so much time getting him cleaned up and all.
"That's right, my dear," she continued, giving the strings a firm pull to either side, "we need to be more careful in here. It will be alright, my sweet little Pony, I just need to keep things neat and clean, is that okay?"
One last tug, and the knot in Samuel's little shorts came undone, and they fell quickly down. Bethany held the strings, keeping the shorts from falling completely down to around his ankles. Sam jumped and attempted to cover his front and backside with his hands.
"Oh, my, Pony!" she exclaimed, "I didn't mean to startle you like that. I am just trying to keep the dirt and grime from getting all over my precious carpeting. Please let me get these off of you, and we can be more comfortable, okay, Pony?"
Sam was in a state of panic as he tried to keep his older neighbor from seeing him in his briefs. He had rarely been so embarrassed and exposed in front of anyone, and this was making him dizzy with humiliation. He had no idea how to respond, how to stand up for himself, how to get out of this situation without making a scene.
Bethany was smooth as silk as she held his pants around his knees and slowly lowered them down. "Step out of these, my dear, and please stop being so modest," she said in mock frustration, "what you're wearing now covers exactly what your shorts were covering. The only difference is that your under things are actually clean, and not about to stain my exquisite furniture, okay, Pony?" With that, she rubbed a hand up and down his back while holding onto the dirty shorts with the other.
Reluctantly, Samuel stepped a foot up, and then the other, as Bethany got his soiled shorts free from his body altogether. She walked them over to the cool marble table with his crumpled shirt laying atop and dropped them from about a foot higher onto the pile. They looked so dirty piled in a heap on her pristine tabletop.
"Look at these filthy things lying on my beautiful table, Pony," she turned to say to him. "Did you want to get that dirt all over my house? I didn't think so, Pony."
She walked back to Sam slowly, her eyes drinking in his smooth young body. She couldn't believe she was acting this way, and that he was responding to her so well. Bethany knew Mr. and Mrs. Murdock were rarely home and hardly spent any time with their son, so she needn't worry about hearing from them about this either. She had a growing boy in her home, perched on a pedestal in his tighty whities, ready for her to do as she pleased with him. "How marvelous," she thought.
"Oh... Pony... you look fantastic up there," she approved, "just standing on a stool in my fancy sitting room in your underpants. You look so clean, Pony. I adore you." She stood in front of him watching his eyes as they avoided hers. She tried to get in front of his gaze, but he moved it again. She gently held his hand guarding the front of his fly and moved it gently to his side, affording her a view of the lump in his undies. She grabbed his other hand and did the same, starting her walk around him and dragging her hands along his body as she went.
Sam was shaking like a leaf as he felt Bethany's soft hands wander around his body in slow circles. He did not feel comfortable standing in front of her like this and wanted to tell her so.
"Um, Mrs. C?" he started.
"Yes, my dear Pony, what is it, darling?" she purred back to him while stroking his bare skin.
"I think I sh-should g-go now, Mrs. C," he stammered in the best grown-up voice he could muster, "I have more work to... to do... today..." he trailed off as Bethany stopped in front of him with her hands on his hips, looking him straight in the eye.
"Now, Pony," she said sweetly, "how can I let you go when you just got here, and I just got you all cleaned up, hmmm?" She drew the backs of her fingers up his chest and reached up and touched his young cheeks.
"I know this is not the usual kind of thing that I would ask you to do for me, Pony," she continued, "but I really need to you to stay for just a while longer, okay, hun?" She brushed his lips with the back of her hand. "Ladies like me don't only need help with their garden, young man. They also need to really see another human being every so often just to keep their sanity about them. You wouldn't want me to go crazy now, would you?"
"Uhm, no, Ma'am?" he said/asked.
"Of course not," she said, caressing his bare chest with her polished fingers, "I really need you to do this for me one time, and then I will never ask you again, okay, Pony?" She looked him in the eye and placed her hand softly on the side of his face.
"Oh, um," he couldn't get out of it. He just couldn't bring himself to go against her wishes even though he really wanted to leave, "okay..." he gave in softly.
"Oh, Pony, you make a lonely woman so happy, do you know that?" she said and hugged him to her again, this time running her soft hands up and down his smooth back. "So happy!" and she turned her face to his stomach and kissed it softly, causing Sam to flinch.
She backed away and kept her hands softly at Sam's sides, moving them slowly up and down his tight skin. "Your skin is amazing, Pony, it really is," she admired as she caressed his young body. "I have needed to touch some young skin for a long time, Pony, and I am so glad that I can have you here to touch and enjoy for a spell."
She continued to feel around his body, under his arms where his manly growth had finally started coming in, down his bulging thighs and over his smooth calves and back up between his legs. She softly grazed the underside of his last remaining bit of dignity and noticed a slight lurch in that area of Sam's body.
Bethany walked around his back again and felt his strong back muscles rippling beneath her touch. His shoulders were getting broad, and his tight bottom was absolutely perfectly round. She rubbed his back and right over his behind down to his legs.
"I had a little crush on a boy once that looked like you, Pony," she said to him as she felt one strong thigh with both of her hands. "You remind me of him so much that sometimes I fall in love with that boy all over again just looking at you."
Her gentle hands on his thigh rubbed higher, and both came up to cup a thinly covered rear cheek and move to his back. Sam shivered again.
"His skin was so tan from the summer rays baking his laboring body all day," she continued as her hands roamed his smooth build and grazed his boyish nipples around his front side.
"He would always let me gaze at him when I wanted, Pony," she ran her hands around his neck and back down his sides, feeling every inch of flesh she could find. "He would often see me across the street and remove his shirt for me while I watched him work."
She felt Samuel's arms and biceps again and gave them a good squeeze.
"You don't know how much this means to me, to have you to myself for a moment. You are allowing me to experience a very intimate pleasure right now, Pony, and I want you to know that I will always remember this day," she seemed to be in a trance as she spoke and moved her hands around his soft skin.
"You just stand there, darling boy, and let me touch you how I'd like, okay?" she asked, not looking for an answer. "I just need to feel your tight skin in my hands, to have a body before me to caress and enjoy like I have with you."
She was still behind him as she spoke, and Sam's gaze was distant as he felt her touch him in places that no one had ever touched him before. Doctor's exams were about the only experience that came close, and his mother was usually in the room with him. This was different.He felt like an object of desire, like one of the jeweled baubles on display in that room for Bethany to enjoy at will.
She started walking around him again, her hands roaming freely up and down as they circled and grazed the surface. Occasionally a hand wandered across his bottom on its way up or down his tight skin. One even brushed along his special place, which made him flinch and a shiver ran down his spine. She noticed.
"Oh Pony, did I touch you there," she said continuing with her slow stroking of his body. She stopped behind him again, "I'm very sorry about that, I know that is your personal area." She brought a hand to each of his butt cheeks and softly ran them along the bulging mounds.
"You don't mind if I touch you back here though, do you Pony?" she asked as she continued to caress his covered cheeks. "It looks so nice Pony, the best I have ever seen in fact." Her hands began to move from his cheeks to his upper legs and back up near the waistband of his undershorts. She gently rolled the elastic over on itself on her way back to his bottom.
She stepped back to gaze at this additional line of exposed skin, and then ran her fingers along it, letting Samuel know that she was touching another bare spot on him.
"I really like your soft skin Pony," she soothed as she stroked, "your skin is like fine silk under my fingers, and I need to feel you. May I feel you a little more my fetching Pony?"
His silence was music to Bethany's ears as any real protest from Sam would bring a swift end to her play. She really adored him too much to push this past his limits and create a situation he didn't enjoy, or at least wouldn't want to relive, given the chance.
She placed her hands upon his waist and rubbed along the elastic band, dropping a finger below on either side. She kept rubbing back and forth, pulling down, exposing more and more of the pale private skin that was hidden underneath. She noticed that the front of his shorts were much tighter than they had been just a moment ago as well.
Sam was faint from all the sensations that attacked his mind. Bethany's hands were making him delirious and her words were intoxicating to his logical mind. He felt a slight pull on his underwear, and it wasn't from Mrs. C's oddly investigative hands. He glanced down in horror to see that he was getting an erection right in front of his neighbor, in her living room! He was horrified and felt sure she would notice. Then things would get extremely awkward. What could he even do?
Bethany continued purring to her subject as she eased a bit more skin into view. "You really have a lot to be proud of Pony, I mean your body is ripe and fresh . . . your skin is soft and smooth . . . your muscles are . . . hard . . . and bulging . . . " she slowly said as she pulled back on the material that laid across her fingers. Sam's swelling arousal pulling tighter in the opposite direction.
"I can't get enough of you Pony," she continued as she pulled his waistband halfway past his cheeks, "You make me want to touch you all over like this. Your young body feels so tender. Do you like my touch Pony? Can I touch your body anywhere I want to my gorgeous Pony?"
She slipped his shorts down even further so her hands were caressing both of his bare white cheeks. The lump in front was holding up his faint coverage while Bethany's delicate fingers danced around on his smooth muscular backside.
"Oh Pony, your bare bottom feels divine," she said as she leaned in close and savored the intimate touch. "You are wonderful for letting me feel your soft skin like this Pony, I loving having you to myself to revel in your young and muscular body."
Her hands were everywhere on his backside, and suddenly she slid her hands along the band toward the front, where his excited manhood was all that remained of this young boy's dignity. There he stood on a stool, in nothing but his underwear, and even that had been pulled down over his smooth buttocks leaving nothing to the imagination.
Bethany was beside herself. She saw only glory on display before her. The delicate backside of this young boy, the excitement hidden in his trousers, all of this was the stuff of dreams, and her hands were all over it.
She traced her long fingers up the coiled waistband to the point of resistance and spoke softly.
"Pony?" she whispered. "Pony, may I see you? Please."
He shook his head slowly, Samuel wasn't sure why she would want to see his embarrassing development, but he was mortified by the thought.
"Pony, you are so beautiful," she said stroking her fingers along the side of the lump in his briefs. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing. I want to see you, all of you. I want you to show me every inch of your fantastic young body. Will you show me Pony? May I see all of my sweet little Pony and his handsome, manly body? Please Pony, show me what you have. Show me everything that you have to show me Pony. All of it. Show me that beautiful body of yours the way it was meant to be seen Pony; in the flesh, unencumbered by materials and magnificent in its natural form.
"Pony, I want you to show me your naked body, right now."
Samuel unconsciously lifted his arms and hooked his thumbs into his waistband. Bethany smiled and stepped back slightly from him, rounding the stool to his front side.
"That's a good boy Pony dear," she said standing back to take in the entire view. There he was, the innocent neighbor boy who had been working so hard to keep her garden fresh and her flowers pretty, in her formal sitting room standing bare assed on a stool in front of her, about to expose himself for her personal pleasure.
His hands trembled as he pulled outward on the elastic band.
"That's it baby, show me your fresh manhood," she said with excited eyes, "I want to see that glorious body of yours Pony, show me. Show me yourself and stand naked before me Pony so I can see the real you."
He pulled outward to stretch the elastic past the end of his aroused penis, and pulled them down over the top, leaving them in a rolled up band just below his fully exposed erection.
"Oh Pony!" she gushed at him, "you are simply glorious, I knew you would be! Look at you, out in the open for me to see! I can't stop staring at your beautiful body my big Pony."
She walked up to his trembling form and put her arms around his body and hugged him tightly to her, his erection pressed between his belly and her tweed jacket. She reached down and placed her fingers under the rolled up remains of Samuel's dignity and slipped them down his bare legs to his ankles. This time she did not ask him to lift his feet, and he didn't.
She stepped back to admire the nude young boy before her, his puffy hair above his erect penis the only other fully grown hair on his body besides his head. His throbbing erection was dripping onto her nice carpeting, but she could have cared less. She was admiring this beginning of a man, standing with his undies around his ankles and his bare bottom and hard penis on display in front of her.
She stepped back over to him and touched him on his sides again, careful not to disturb the loaded gun cocked and ready to fire in front of him.
"Oh my Pony you have made me so happy, thank you!" she said as she stroked his hard chest and abs. "I never thought I would get to have a man so youthful and excited in front of me again. I love your body so much, I just want to touch every part of it. May I? May I touch you Pony? May I touch every single inch of your young and hard body?"
Samuel nodded his head and continued to look down, fearing that she would see the growing arousal in him. He had never been this hard before, and most times he was fully clothed when he got like this. Now here he was with a full on stiffer and Mrs. C was getting as good of a look at it as he ever did himself, even better he imagined.
"I love how quiet you are being right now Pony," she said as her hand caressed a back cheek in soft circles. "I need to enjoy this moment for all it's worth, every wonderful second. Do you feel strange standing up on a stool like this for me? May I consider you to be my plaything for a time Pony? It would mean so much to me. I can feel your anticipation of my touch you know. You like it when I feel your naked body, don't you Pony? You like having my hands on your skin and feeling your soft flesh and your hard muscles. Am I right? Am I right Pony darling?"
Again he nodded his head and looked longingly into her eyes.
"I like to feel your backside Pony, it is so muscular," she rubbed his bare cheek and ran her fingers between them. "I love to see your excited front side as well my large Pony. You have so much to be proud of. Your naked body is the best I have ever seen or felt. I want so much to touch you all over Pony. May I? All over Pony? May I explore every inch of your naked body my young plaything?"
Sam was throbbing in anticipation of his neighbor's touch. The excitement in the room, the naughtiness of being naked in her formal sitting room, all of the sensations were proving to be too much for his young mind and his overly sensitive erection.
She reached her hands up and pulled lightly on Samuel's head, bringing her mouth near his ear.
"What if I were to touch you right on your naughty, hard, naked, dripping cock Mr. Samuel Murdock?" she whispered, spilling a pile of hormones into Samuel's blood stream and out through the end of his penis and all over that delicately fashioned room. Spurt after spurt of his semen came gushing through the gates and all over her fine furniture and precious heirlooms, finding their way onto just about everything in front of him. His legs started to shake and collapse and Bethany quickly put her arms around him to catch him before he fell right over.He leaned on her hard and started breathing heavily, putting a hand over his face in shame.
"Oh, oh, oh, my Pony, my wonderful Pony!" she soothed as she stroked his hair. "That was the most wonderful thing I have ever seen in all my years, my precious darling! That was simply magnificent and amazing. Thank you, thank you."
Samuel had never been so humiliated. He had made himself cum by accident a couple times before, but nothing could have prepared him for the wash of feelings and exhilaration he had just experienced, right in front of Mrs. Cannony of all people. What was going on? How could he ever show his face to his nice neighbor ever again?
"Pony, you were wonderful, you really were!" she continued. "I didn't mean to startle you like that, but if I made that happen just by whispering in your ear, then you paid me the biggest compliment I could ever hope to receive, my Pony."
Samuel lifted his head to meet her eyes, tears welling up in them. He looked around at the carnage that covered many areas of the room. She followed his gaze and stroked his hair some more.
"Oh, don't worry about that old stuff, my precious boy," she soothed. "The enjoyment I am getting from you right now is worth having someone come and clean your sweet juice from out of my old carpeting."
She stood Samuel back up straight and rubbed his smooth chest again, leaning into him.
"I know that must have been a lot for you, Samuel, but I just want you to know that what you are giving me today is worth an entire summer of yard work," she said, lazily stroking his chest and arm. "I'm not done with you either, Pony, because I still have more of your body to admire, that is if you'll let me enjoy you some more."
With that, she reached down and cupped a firm white cheek in her hand, rubbing his chest down to his stomach and lower. When her hand reached the first wisp of pubescent hair, she ran her pinky finger through it and back again. Immediately, Samuel's demeanor shifted, and a surge bulged his softening manhood again.
Bethany noticed his arousal. "Oh, Pony, I think you want me to enjoy you some more, don't you?" She smiled up at him and rubbed the side of her hand along the hardening junior shaft below.
"I really love the looks of your manly parts, Pony," she said to him as she felt the pump of blood entering the swelling shaft once more. "It makes me feel excited to be alive, Pony, excited to see your body, excited to feel your naked skin against me, excited to once again hold a man's eager hardness in my hand, like this..."
She wrapped her fingers right around Samuel's stiff young erection and breathed a heavy sigh out of her lungs as Samuel was drawing one deep into his."I'll be right out with some cold drinks in a bit," she said, "I just need to freshen up for a few minutes, maybe longer."
"Thank you, Mrs. C.," he turned to say as he pulled on his last bit of dirty uniform, "I don't know what to say..."
"Shhhh," she stopped him, "you don't need to say anything right now, my boy. You did as much for me. Let's just enjoy this summer together as neighbors. Perhaps by the end of it, your gardening skills will be much improved, and then we can both enjoy the fruits of all your hard labor." | 4 |
104,642 | Francesca | Here's my first attempt at flash fiction. I hope you enjoy it:
Francesca
by Anal_King
Francesca knelt on the center of the bed and glanced at me in nervous anticipation as I pulled my briefs down. When my pulsing erection slapped against my washboard abs, she gasped in shock. I usually get that kind of reaction from girls my age, but never from the few older ones I've been with.
Resigned to her fate, Francesca lowered her shoulders and rested her head sideways on the pillow. With trembling fingers, she reached back and grabbed her round ass cheeks, pulling them wide apart. The sight of her creamy derriere caused my blue-veined fuck-stick to point straight to the ceiling.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I climbed on the bed and positioned myself behind her. Unable to hold out any longer, I grasped my fat, throbbing erection and leveled it with her slick, puckered anus. Looking at the size difference between her shit-hole and the mushroom-head of my dick, I wondered if her rubbery ring could even accommodate the large purple crown of my prick?
I was about to find out...
I slowly pressed the angry, purple head of my dick against her silky membrane and pushed. Her sphincter began to slowly sink in, forcing the surrounding skin to stretch until it was super tight. As I increased the pressure to overcome her stubborn anus, I caught Francesca's expression in the compact mirror sitting on the nightstand: A deep crease had developed between her eyebrows. For some reason, it made her look sexy.
I shifted my attention to the sight of my cock pushing aside the walls of her snug butthole. I moaned in pleasure as my dick disappeared into Francesca's ass one millimeter at a time. Once I finally lodged the head of my prick, she cried out and clutched the sheets. She began to whimper, so I stopped and gave her the time she needed to adjust to my girth.
After a minute had gone by, I dug my thumbs into the meaty globes of her heart-shaped ass and pushed in; I groaned from the delicious pressure exerted around my aching dick. Her rectal muscles involuntarily clamped around my taut foreskin, working to suck the spunk right out of my hefty balls. I kept on going until I was in to the hilt. Once more, I paused a few seconds, savoring the feeling of being fully embedded inside her warm rectum.
I gritted my teeth and slowly withdrew my pecker three-quarters of the way out; when the ridge of my cockhead started to become visible, I immediately pushed it back in. After a few tentative thrusts of my hips, no more than a few inches in either direction, I began to develop a nice, steady rhythm. I grunted as I drove in balls deep and groaned when I pulled out to the head. I worked up to a nice, even rhythm.
For the next five minutes, I fucked her for all I was worth, relentlessly stroking my solid dick to and fro into her gripping sheath; my goal was to enjoy a long fuck, but I wanted to cum so badly that I sped up just so I could get a quick climax:
"Fuck! I'm almost there, baby," I said in ragged gasps. I felt my balls and abdomen begin to tighten. "Get ready... Here... Here it comes." I sunk my shaft to the hilt, threw my head back, and screamed as thick ropes of scalding cream shot deep into her bowels.
My face twisted in agonizing ecstasy as I cried out with the force of my orgasm; more and more of my sticky spunk coated the walls of her teenage rectum. Gut-wrenching waves made me cum harder than I ever have before. When the last of my jizz spewed from my turgid prick, I collapsed on her back with a satisfied sigh.
After my breathing returned to normal, I pulled out of her striated hole and watched my watery semen slide down to her pussy before dropping to the bed. Talk about breathtaking.
"Okay, Francesca, a deal is a deal. I won't show mom and dad the copy of the picture of you fucking Mr. Hayward."
Mr. Hayward happens to be my sister's history teacher. I found out about their relationship when I read Francesca's diary. | 5 |
104,655 | Looking Through the Lens | Heather pulled the car to a gentle stop in the lot and quieted the engine.
"Sure you don't want to go home and sleep?" she asked.
"No, I'm feeling better already," I said.
Heather smiled at me. "Okay."
"I didn't think the talk with Julie was going to be easy," I said, "but that was definitely more than I bargained for."
"I think Brian's trying to leave his legacy as being the town's biggest asshole ever," Heather said acerbically. "And he's doing a good job of it too."
"Do you think he's going to cause more trouble?" I asked.
Heather thought for a moment. "I don't know. You're only here a few more days, so I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, his problem is more with Julie, not with you."
"I think his problem is with himself, actually. Do you think he'll do something to her?"
"I don't."
"Because he seemed like he was pushing her around a bit on the pier," I added.
"Well, that's bad news for him if Bill finds out."
"Bill? Your Bill? Why?"
Heather chuckled. "Didn't know he was 'my Bill.' Yeah, Bill and Brian had a run-in a few months ago."
"Really? Bill doesn't seem the fighting type."
"You don't want to mess with Bill. He's well-trained in martial arts."
I looked at Heather with a frown. "Really?"
"Serious. He's one of the top in the Northeast."
My stomach twisted up. "That makes me feel great, considering I stole you from him. I'm surprised he didn't kill me in the drugstore when he had the chance," I lamented. "He must be waiting to get me alone."
Heather laughed. "No, Bill's not like that. He likes you. Besides, if he didn't, you would have known by now."
"Um, that makes me feel better."
"Just a little incentive to treat me nice," Heather teased.
"Oh, believe me, I don't need Bill as incentive to treat you nice."
Heather smiled sweetly.
"So what happened with Brian and Bill?" I asked.
"Mm, let's just say that if Brian keeps bothering Julie, he'll have some new bruises to match the one you gave him with your fishing pole."
I sat quietly, somewhat relieved that Julie would have some help dealing with Brian. I also realized I was concerned for Heather's safety, and this news was helping quell that fear as well.
"Do you still have feelings for him?" I asked.
Heather held my gaze. "He's one of my best friends," she said simply. "But if you are worried that I want to get together with him while you are gone, the answer is no. Neither of us would do that."
I nodded, somehow knowing it was true. I found it odd that this relative stranger was so beneficial in my life. "If..."
"What?"
"No, nothing," I said dismissively.
"What were you going to say?"
"It's stupid."
"Tell me," Heather pressed.
"If you see Bill... I mean, just tell him thanks. Or don't. He won't even know why I'm thanking him. But if it comes up..."
Heather just looked at me, and then nodded.
"And thanks for making me talk to Julie," I said. "I feel better, even though we didn't really talk about anything."
"But at least you are talking again. At least you cleared the air."
"What did you two talk about when I was sleeping?" I asked cautiously.
"What else would we talk about? You, of course."
I felt a flutter of nervousness. "What about me?"
Heather smiled. "Girl stuff. You don't want to hear it."
"But I -"
"And I'm not going to tell you anyway," she continued. "Nothing bad, don't worry."
"So secretive," I said.
Heather shrugged. "The two of us had some talking to do, and I'm glad we did it."
"All right," I said. "You didn't call Lara, did you?"
"No. I thought about it, but I figured she would have had to tell your parents what happened and get a ride, or have to walk at night. With Brian on the lam, I decided not to call. You still feel all right?"
"Yeah, the dizzy spells have gone away for now. Headache is killer though."
"You should get to sleep."
"Soon, yeah, I'm really tired all of a sudden," I admitted.
"I can tell. Come on, I'll drive you home," Heather said, firing the engine.
"Will you come in, if my parents are up?"
"Of course."
"Sorry tonight wasn't very fun," I said.
"I'm just glad you didn't get hurt worse."
"Me too," I said, wincing as I flexed my hand."I'm happy to cook," Melissa said.
"Something simple is fine, I don't want you to work hard on my account," I said.
"I'll help today," Lara said brightly.
"How about we all cook?" Aunt Beth chimed in.
Before I knew it, the four ladies were headed to the market to get the meal started.
"Um, shouldn't I see if they can even come over?" I called out as they grabbed purses.
They stopped in their tracks. After exchanging looks, they exploded with laughter. I just smiled and shook my head as I reached for the phone.
As luck would have it, the Martins were able to come for dinner. After getting off the phone with Heather, having our parents meet seemed less normal than it had sounded twenty minutes earlier when my Mom had hatched the idea. Aongus and Sarah had met briefly on the pier, and it was fine, but spending a few hours around a table together was a different deal altogether, especially with my parental situation. It could be a couple of uncomfortable hours if they were disapproving of my family. I just hoped Heather would tell her parents before they showed up.
Guitar playing was out, since my right hand hurt too much to even make even a light fist. I figured going for a swim in salt water would be at least as painful as falling on the hooks again, even if most of my cuts were closing up. And Heather was working, so there was no entertainment to be found with her. Thus, I spent the afternoon watching the women work in the kitchen. I was prohibited from lending a (scratched-up) hand with the food preparation, but being present at least made me feel like I was participating in the meal.
Melissa again was in her element, now with three assistants to help her work her magic. I had a feeling that my mention of how much I liked Aongus and Mairead's cooking a few nights earlier had fired her up. She was nothing if not competitive, although it was in a friendly fashion.
I did take a nap, during which Mairead had called to see what she and Aongus could bring. After insisting nothing was necessary, Melissa had relented and asked them to bring some wine.
Forced to be an observer for the afternoon, a few things suddenly struck me. There was a strong interest on the part of my parents, aunt and sister to make this a really nice meal. And it seemed the reason was that they really liked Heather. More than once in the last few days my parents had referred to her as 'sweet' and 'kind,' and although at the time those seemed like tossed-off compliments, I came to realized over the course of the meal preparation that they were not off-hand at all. They really liked Heather.
I also realized that my mothers may also have had their own agenda. Not that it lessened their eagerness to do well for my sake, but when I was allowed to set the table, there was an extra place setting in the stack of silverware and dishes they handed me. I didn't realize it at first, but when plates got tight around the large oval table, I noticed I was trying to squeeze ten settings in.
"There's an extra plate!" I said, frowning and starting to collect the tenth setting.
"No, no. Frej will be joining us this evening," Sarah said.
"Frej?" I echoed, surprised at the news.
"We figured we should invite him since he was so nice to take you all out on his boat," Mom said. "I guess you were napping when we called him."
"Okay, cool," I said, nodding in agreement.
The invitation still seemed slightly out of the blue, but after returning to my kitchen stool to watch the main dish go into the oven with a cheer, I remembered my Mom's banter with Frej on the dock the other night when she dropped us off for the trip. Something had seemed different. They were flirting! I suddenly realized.
A little while later, Lara and I went for a beach walk since everything was either ready or cooking in the oven. I shared my epiphany.
"Do you think Mom was flirting with Frej on the docks the other day?" I said.
"Well, yeah! She almost left without saying goodbye to us."
So I was right! I was pleased at my perception.
"Did you just figure that out?" Lara said, brow arched.
"All by my damn self!" I exclaimed.
Lara laughed freely. "Oh, Matt, you are funny. Maybe we are rubbing off on you, a little bit."
"Hey, for someone who didn't know Julie liked me for the last two or three summers, and for someone who didn't find Heather's number for six months, I thought that was pretty good."
"All right, I'll give you that," Lara said, laughing easily. "Although there's still plenty of things you haven't figured out yet," Lara said cryptically.
"Like what?" I said, frowning.
"I'm not telling," Lara said, eyes soft.
"Oh, thanks a lot."
"You'll figure them out when the time is right."
"I hope so," I said.
"Me too," Lara said quietly.
Hans is relatively well-built, but when he stood next to Frej, he looked somewhat small. They both had the same handsome Scandinavian looks, though. Hans's frame was leaner from years of hitting balls over tennis nets, where as Frej's was heavier from years of hauling in fishing nets.
I realized how a little piece of information could make everything else going on so obvious. From the moment Frej came in and was greeted by Sarah, I could see the connection between them. It was quite strange, since I had never seen either of my parents give anyone those kinds of looks, except to each other.
Heather and her parents arrived soon after Frej. Even though I had worn a long sleeve shirt and Heather had told her parents about my incident, there was still much concern on Mairead's part when she saw the bruise on my forehead. When she came up close to me to inspect the battle scar, I could see the same glint in her eyes that Heather's often held. It was not unpleasant to be so close to her, and feel her touch the side of my face in kindness.
The three men took to the living room couches while Mairead mingled in the kitchen with the women, serving the wine she had brought. Melissa made some last-minute culinary adjustments. Heather, Lara and I went out to the beach, since the house seemed crowded. The topic of Frej and my mother flirting came up.
"I didn't notice that the other night," Heather admitted. "I must have been getting the lines unfastened. When I heard he was coming, I figured it was because he had taken us out on the boat."
"That's part of it too," Lara said.
"I did tell them about you having two mothers who lived together," Heather said. "Frej, too, he was at the shop this afternoon."
"How did they react?" I asked.
"No problem," Heather said.
"Was Frej disappointed?"
"Disappointed? I don't know, I didn't really pay attention to his reaction. I didn't know what was going on."
There was some quiet as we stood in the sand.
"Do you think it's just flirting, or something more?" Heather asked. "Are your parents looking for someone?"
It was a foreign question. Lara and I looked at each other, and shrugged.
"It's always been just the two of them," I said.
"But given their situation, you know, with how they were with your Dad, it seems possible that they would be open to... having someone..." Heather trailed off, unable to find the right words.
"But here? In Montauk? We're leaving in just a few days. Seems rather strange," Lara said. "I think they're just flirting."
"True," Heather said. "Frej is a sea man, he'd never live in the mountains. I don't know that he's even been more than a few dozen miles from the ocean in his life."
"Unless my parents are considering moving here!" I said, a little too excitedly.
Lara patted my arm. "All right, now we really are in fantasy land. It's just flirting."
"I know," I said somewhat ruefully. "It was a cool idea, though."
Heather smiled gently at me, just as from the porch my aunt called for us to come get settled at the table.
Frej was a master storyteller. If something had to do with boating or fishing, he had done it. Often he had some exceptional story to tell about it, too. He seemed very cheerful, different from the oft-nostalgic man he had been on the fishing trip. I wondered if being in the presence of new people, particularly my mothers, made him so entertaining. Aongus and Mairead had surely heard these stories many times, perhaps even watching them get stretched over the years. Yet even they were laughing too hard at times.
"What's the most exciting fishing experience you've had?" Sarah asked Frej at one point.
Frej looked at the ceiling, for a moment. "You know, every fish is different and has its own attraction. Most exciting, though, would probably have to be fishing for giant sharks."
"Sounds dangerous," Melissa said.
"More than dangerous," Frej confirmed. "One time Aongus and I were out..." Frej trailed off, grinning at Mairead.
"Oh, go ahead," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know why you two are so proud of this story, when you should really be ashamed. Foolishness!"
Aongus and Frej laughed richly as the rest of us waited expectantly.
"We were out with our friend Paul off the coast of Cape Cod one morning chumming for shark," Frej continued. "Aongus and I wanted to offer shark fishing to our clients on charters. Neither of us really had much shark experience at that point, although we thought Paul knew what he was doing. So he offered to come out with us and show us the ropes. Now Paul is a decent fellow, but prone to exaggeration, as is wont among some fishermen."
"Exaggeration?! Turns out he had no idea about shark fishing, really," Mairead said. Frej and Aongus grinned sidelong at her before Frej continued.
"The waters were very rough that morning. Those long waves which really get the hull sideways, you know?Aongus hooked into a shark after a couple of hours of drifting the chum.
"She felt like a big one, by the pull, but I didn't know how large," Aongus said. "Luckily, we had set up with decent tackle, or surely she would have gotten free right off."
"After a good bit of fight, the line went slack," Frej said. "Paul was sure Aongus had lost her, and so he put the boat in idle so we could refresh the chum. That was a big mistake."
"I wasn't so sure I'd lost her, though," Aongus said. "The tension didn't come off sharply. I thought she was coming towards us, but Paul didn't think it could swim that fast, so he had Frej set about replenishing the chummer."
"Aongus, meanwhile, was reeling as fast as he could, but the line was very slack all through. Then, not a hundred feet off the side of our boat, a huge mako shark leapt out of the water, shaking and twisting its head! You should have seen this thing thrashing. We had been looking off the stern since the line went off that way, but it was impossible to miss when she cleared the water."
"I've never seen anything like it," Aongus said, voice reverent. "The jump was incredibly violent. The splash was like that of a truck landing in the water. The shark had to have jumped over twice its length up in the air. Maybe twenty feet!"
"Twenty feet!?" Lara said.
"Oh yes, at least. Paul cried out that we had another shark in the area, and to get another rig ready," Frej said. "But it wasn't another shark, because just then Aongus caught up the rest of the line, and it whipped around towards the shark: she had swum beside us!"
"And in no time at all," Aongus added.
"I yelled at Paul to get us out of there," Frej said, his voice becoming more animated. "It was no secret that makos would jump right into the boat if they got too close. Believe me, you did not want that to happen."
Mairead had put her face in her hands. Everyone else listened, riveted.
"We had to stay ahead of her, and again the line loosened as the shark came towards us." Frej continued. "While Aongus reeled in at full blast, I climbed the flybridge and took the helm from Paul, who had apparently turned to stone," Frej said with a laugh. "Just as I set the boat in motion, Aongus gave a warning yell."
"I was watching the water to try to catch a glimpse of its location," Aongus said. "And then a dark grey shape suddenly came into view, swimming vertically, right towards me! Incredible! Those fish are so fast, so fast!"
"The mako jumped again, not more than a few yards behind us," Frej said. His voice was urgent, and he gestured colorfully with his arms. "She blotted out the light for a moment. Spray was everywhere. I swear, she was right over Aongus, thrashing through the air. Right at eye level with me, and I was up on the bridge!"
"If Frej hadn't started moving the boat a moment sooner, she would have surely landed right on top of me," Aongus said.
"What happened then?" Sarah asked.
"As she came down, she smashed her tail against the transom and rocked the boat violently. Paul was thrown off the bridge from the shock, and he landed on the deck behind me," Aongus said. "The corner of the boat got underwater, and I swear I was standing at 45 degrees to the deck as she rolled. Luckily, she got straight again, and I wasn't thrown into the water."
"The most amazing part of it was that Aongus never stopped reeling in!" Frej exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "As I tried to keep my footing on the bridge, I could still hear the clicking of the reel. He didn't even brace himself!"
"Stupid man..." Mairead said with a sigh, to which everyone laughed.
"Did you catch the shark then?" I asked.
"At that moment, all I could think of was to get us out of there," Frej said. "If that monster got into the boat, the damage would be horrific. We might not be here today. Paul had managed to stay in the boat, and the fall must have finally knocked some sense into him. He took the gaff handle and cleared the line from getting pulled to the engines."
"You call that sense?" Mairead said, exasperated.
"He was trying to keep the line intact," Aongus said with a shrug. "We had a monster fish on the hook."
"Then we were out of there," Frej said. "Within moments, the line tightened, and the mako took off for the bottom. The reel was screaming as she tore line off."
"I think she was angry," Aongus said, nudging Mairead gently. She only rolled her eyes.
"How long did we end up fighting that fish?" Frej asked Aongus.
"Oh, it was five or six hours before we finally tired her out, I'd say."
"Five or six hours!" I exclaimed. I thought the five to ten minutes it took to land the stripers a few nights earlier had been a good fight.
"Yes, it was after noon when we got her close to the boat again," Aongus said.
"And?" Lara asked.
"And she was relatively calm by then," Frej said with a large sigh, his voice returning to normal. I could see everyone relax in their seats a little. "When we got her back to port, she came in at 682 pounds." Frej grinned broadly at the gasps of surprise.
Hans let out a low whistle. My parents looked at each other with mouths wide open.
"That's not so big," Aongus said dismissively. "They get up into a thousand, twelve hundred pounds."
"Not so big, he says," echoed Hans with an incredulous laugh.
There was a moment of silence as everyone replayed the story in their heads.
"By the way, dinner is excellent!" Frej said cheerfully, raising a glass to the ladies still stunned by the story.
"Wow," was all Sarah could say.
The wine flowed freely. Even us three kids were allowed a glass with the food. The meal was a smash hit. Melissa had once again made everyone at the table jealous of her family, who could eat like this every night.
"Well, not every night," Melissa had protested somewhat quietly, but it had been lost in the chorus of a Danish song that Frej had started up, celebrating the chef. And her assistants, of course. Wine glasses clinked, and then Frej had another story at hand.
The hours passed quickly. I looked around the table more than once, completely content. To my right, Heather gave me warm smiles all evening long. Under the table, we held hands most of the evening. Hans found kinship with Frej's stories, and more than once he had to wipe tears of mirth from his eyes.
To my left, Lara was glowing in the soft light of the room. Beside her, my parents and aunt grew progressively flushed, eyes glinting more and more with each sip of wine and each bit of tale. And across from me, Frej and Heather's parents enjoyed themselves fully.
I felt kingly, being able to indirectly host such a feast, and such a gathering. There was never once any long silence. Any thoughts I'd had of potential awkwardness were so unfounded that I smiled at my silly worries. I felt almost like an adult.
Conversation had stretched long past the time when the last bites of flan were scooped off the dessert plates. When Beth suggested moving to the living room and the comfort of the couches there, Aongus and Mairead considered heading home instead. They had to work in the morning, since they had given Heather the day off.
While the adults still conversed at the table, reluctant to end the evening, Heather and I said goodnight to everyone and we headed out the back door to the beach. They didn't really need us there anymore.
Heather kicked off her shoes and held them at her side as we strolled across the cool sand. The moon was making its way up the eastern sky, and wispy clouds occasionally fogged its pale yellow face.
"Well, that was fun," I said earnestly.
"Yeah. I haven't seen Frej so animated in a long time."
"You think it did him good to come out tonight?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," Heather agreed.
"He told me about his wife, when we were on the boat back the other night," I said seriously.
"Yeah. She died when I was six. I remember her pretty well. My Dad says that Frej really changed after that. He became much more reserved, and his eyes were always looking at something far off in the distance when he talked. I think he's recovered a lot in the last few years, but he is still haunted by her death. She was only in her early thirties."
I shivered. "I can't imagine what that's like. In some ways I'm glad I was too young to be conscious of when my father died."
Heather pulled me a little closer to her as we walked.
"I'm not saying that I wish I hadn't known him," I continued, "but if he had to go, it would have been much harder for me if it happened later in my life, I think."
"I understand," Heather said softly.
"Some of those stories Frej had were crazy. Are they for real? The ones about thousand-pound sharks?"
Heather chuckled. "They're pretty true. He has pictures at home of him with some pretty big fish."
"Have you ever been out with him for sharks?"
"No, but I've always wanted to go out on a shark run," Heather said.
"Even after hearing that story? I'd be shitting my pants," I admitted.
"Well, what's the fun if there's not a little risk?"
"A little risk? Sounds like your life is on the line when you go fishing for them."
"Same when you drive. Or fly. Or even take a swim. They caught those sharks right off the coast here, you know."
I looked out with new appreciation at the water. "Maybe I'm done swimming this summer," I said.
Heather laughed. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. By habit, we seemed headed to the pier, but I didn't have a plan.
"I'm feeling frisky," she said conspiratorially.
"Frisky?"
"Yeah."
I chuckled.
"What?" Heather asked.
"Frisky. It's a funny word.""My Dad sings this song, and one of the lines is 'the girls they are gay and frisky.' And I always laugh when he sings it. But right now, I feel like that."
"Too much wine?" I said jokingly.
"No. Not enough of you," she answered.
Heather dropped her shoes to the sand and wrapped her arms around me. Her kiss set me alight. The slight breeze pulled delicately on her hair, and I ran my hand through it gently as it floated and waved through the night air.
"Let's go to the pier," she whispered. "Let's go make love there, where we first met."
I didn't need any further encouragement. I could see the desire in her eyes and feel it in her hands, still wrapped around me. I nodded, and taking her hand, we ran off towards the pier. Not before she remembered her shoes with a laugh.
The pier was deserted. We passed the gazebo, and I remembered the incident with Brian, which seemed like it had been ages ago. For a moment I wondered about the wisdom of being on the pier at night, considering Brian probably knew I liked to hang out there. But then I figured the risk was slim. Just like getting into trouble with a shark.
It was funny to think how many memorable moments of my life, good and bad, had happened on this old barnacled pier.
And tonight it seemed that I was going to add another.
We walked all the way to the end, to where we usually fished. We didn't take any time to look at the calm waves, or watch the shimmering fishing boat lights which dotted the horizon. There was no observation of the stars, no check of the lights from shore houses. We paid no attention to the veiled moon, or the moist sea breeze.
Heather hadn't been joking; she was feeling frisky. As soon as we reached the end of the pier, Heather resumed our kiss from the beach. Her hands wandered below and under my shorts, finding me already hard.
"Oh, did you bring any condoms?" she asked suddenly.
I nodded, grinning. Heather let out a sigh of relief.
"Put one on," she said softly.
"Are you ready?" I asked, fingering the condom in my pocket. I was enjoying the kissing and touching.
"I've been ready all day."
"All day?"
"Probably a good thing you didn't come to the store today. I couldn't stop thinking of you," she said.
I laughed. We looked around, taking a moment to think about what our options were. The pier was not very accommodating for this kind of thing.
"Should we at least go the gazebo?" I asked.
"No," Heather said. She turned herself around sensuously, and pushed her butt back against my front. As she arched her back and bent forwards away from me, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She moved so invitingly, so... womanly.
In haste, I managed to tear the button clear off my shorts. I heard the 'tick, tick-tick' as it bounced on the deck and then disappeared to the water. As my shorts went down, Heather pressed herself back against me.
I reached around her waist, undoing the button of her shorts more carefully. As I did so, Heather stretched herself straight upwards. She turned her head and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Her body was quivering as I ran my hands up from her waist, across her tummy, and over her soft breasts thrust out before her.
I returned to her lower area, pushing her clothing down her legs some. My fingers quickly confirmed that she was ready. I slipped through the point of her V, and she welcomed me into her warmth.
I slowly gave her more pressure, causing her body to tighten even further. She turned her neck even more, trying to kiss me deeper. I grew more confident, and from behind slid my penis between her legs. The head slid across her opening. The feeling was exquisite, and when Heather tried to bend forward to catch me and let me in, I held her tight against my body. I used my fingers to press myself against her as I moved back and forth.
Soon, Heather couldn't wait any more. She unwrapped my hands from around her body, and bent forwards. As I watched, riveted to her movements, she found me and slid back against me. With a slight moan, she pressed her butt against my hips. I took deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of being fully within her. Then I started moving.
"Oh, god," she said unevenly. She placed one hand on the rail in front of her as I thrusted. The sensations of this position were quite different. Everything seemed very supple and velvety. I couldn't get enough of her back, running my hands over her spine, and through the curve of her waist. Her skin was so soft there!
Despite wanting to be there all night, I was quickly moving towards climax.
I suddenly remembered I hadn't put the condom on! Reluctantly, I pulled out.
"What's wrong?"
"Condom," I said.
"Oh! Oops. Hurry."
I managed to sheath myself without too much fumbling, even with Heather distracting me with slow sensual movements of her waist. As she smiled back at me, still hanging onto the railing, I almost exploded. Her soft smile was incredibly sexy, and incredibly content.
As I reentered, I realized I was able to reach around her front and press on her nubbin. Heather quickly grew agitated at this new sensation. With measured strokes, I tried to listen to her breathing to see what she liked, but everything seemed to be working. Everything felt good.
The condom gave me new life, and I was able to go slow and enjoy the feelings. Heather tried to increase the pace a few times, but having the advantage of position, I took the opportunity to tease her by going even slower. It was so rare to have her vulnerable, and this was friendly payback for all of her teasing.
When she moved her hand over mine, making me rub her more vigorously, I gave up teasing her. Increasing the pace, I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Heather was breathing heavily, although I wasn't sure if she had climaxed. Perhaps she was having a continuous wave, like the other night.
When I finally came, I squeezed my eyes shut. Red plaid patterns danced inside my eyelids, and it took an eternity to release the tension. I slowed and then stopped, feeling dizzy.
"Wow," I said.
Heather straightened as I slipped out of her. I leaned against the rail, pulling her close to me.
"I liked that," she said softly, even though her breathing was still heavy.
"Me too." I let reality seep into my senses slightly, and realized where we were. "Do you think anyone saw us?"
Heather didn't bother scanning the pier. "Doubt it."
We held each other for a long time. I was really going to miss her company over the next few months.
When we got to the end of the pier and I tossed the rubber into the trash, Heather looked at me mischievously.
"Do you want to swim?"
"What?"
"Let's go for a swim."
"Now?" I looked at the water uneasily.
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Sharks," I said. It came out even weaker than I expected.
"Oh, you're not still on that, are you?"
"I don't know, you were the one who said they lived here."
"Darn, I should never have told you that," Heather said with a laugh.
"Plus, you know, salt on the wounds," I said suddenly, waving my arms around. Since the dinner I had all but forgotten about them. Wearing long sleeves had helped: out of sight, out of mind.
"Oh, right." She seemed a little disappointed.
"But I'll give it a shot," I said after a brief silence.
"Really?" Heather said.
"Sure."
Heather grabbed my hand and pulled me back down the pier.
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
"Let's jump off the rail."
I laughed. "You sure like excitement, don't you?"
"All the time," Heather said, smiling back at me.
About a hundred feet out, Heather stopped. "Just like a high dive," she said, looking down at the dark water below the deck.
I peered over the side. The waves were low, and the surface was almost glassy. It was about twenty feet down to the water. "Just like a high dive? What kind of crazy high dives do you have at your pools here?!"
Without further ado, Heather stripped off her shirt and shorts, and stood expectantly before me in just her black bra and white panties. "Are you coming?"
I grabbed her by the arms and gave her a hard kiss. Then I took off my clothes, and stood in my boxers. It was visibly clear that I was excited again. Heather just cooed, and then climbed carefully over the wooden rail.
I clambered over and joined her on the other side. It was perfect weather for being almost nude. I hoped the water was as acceptable.
With one hand we held onto the rail behind us, and with our other hand we held onto each other. Our heels clung to the little bit of edge we could get.
"All right, one-two-three-go, and we jump," she said. "Jump out far, and don't let go of me, okay?"
"Okay, count us off," I said. Despite the relatively tame distance to the water, I felt like I was jumping out of a plane at 10,000 feet. Heather gave me a kiss and then yelled out the numbers.
"One. Two. Three. Shark!"
I screamed as we plunged off the pier. I wasn't sure if it was in fear or happiness. Probably both.
Heather's hair flew up in the sudden gust, and her eyes were wild. She screamed too, but I was pretty sure there was little fear in it. Down and down we dropped. I was wondering if maybe twenty feet was an underestimate, and then the ocean hit us.
The water was, well, wet. Not too cold, but still shocking. We came up sputtering, clearing the saltiness from our faces. My arms briefly flared up, stinging a little as the salt seeped into a few still-healing wounds, but it was not unbearable, and soon went away.
"Wooo!" Heather hollered out. "That was fun!"
"Thanks for yelling shark," I said sarcastically.
"No problem. Water's not too bad, actually," Heather said, floating close to me.Her hand found my penis, which was rather less excited than it had been up on the deck a moment earlier. Heather brought it back to attention almost instantly, though.
"No, the water's not bad at all," I said unevenly.
Heather kept her eyes intently on mine as she stroked me under the water. "Do you like that?" she asked sensuously.
"Well, yeah, of course!"
Heather pulled away immediately, grinning mischievously at me.
"You are such a tease," I said.
"Am I, now?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd have to say so."
"Am I a tease, if I do... this?" Heather threw her wet panties in front of me. I grabbed at them, wide-eyed.
"Or... this?" she said, tossing her bra before me as well. I grabbed it before it sank.
I tried to speak, but couldn't. Her hands had found me again. I just held onto her undergarments like they were a flotation device.
"You're nude," I finally said. It was a ridiculously obvious statement, but it was the best I could manage. The thought of her naked in the ocean was all-consuming.
"Very observant, Matt."
"It's getting me excited," I said.
"Obviously."
"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.
"No, I don't know about getting water inside of me," she said.
"Good point," I agreed.
"But you can kiss me," she offered. "That's almost as good, I promise."
She didn't disappoint me. As we got closer to each other, our four legs swam in and around each other's, keeping us afloat. Her skin was even smoother in the sea-water, if that was possible. And her kiss was extremely passionate.
"I'm nude," she said slowly and quietly into my ear. It didn't sound at all ridiculous when she said it. "Totally and completely nude."
After that sexy reminder of her state of undress, it took me very little time to come again. I groaned as I let out into the ocean waters. Heather smiled as she watched me, slowing her strokes as I came down from the high.
It's hard to hug and stay afloat, but we managed. I loved the feel of her skin under the water, and would have stayed there for hours caressing it. After some time, fatigue began to set in, so we decided to head for shore.
Heather pulled her panties on and I clasped her bra. It was assistance that I only reluctantly offered, but if I figured that if I teased her about it, she'd probably wade out topless just to prove she could. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, exciting as it sounded.
"Can you walk me home?" Heather asked as we stepped out of the water onto the short beach. "My parents probably have left your house by now."
"Of course I'll walk you," I said.
When we stepped up onto the pier, Heather pulled on my arm, and pointed up ahead. "Look," she said.
Halfway down the pier, two shadowed figures were looking over the edge of the rail. I could see our clothes lying by their feet.
"Shit," I said, but I couldn't help laugh a little.
The people noticed us just then, and we heard a laugh from them before they continued down towards the end of the pier.
Heather and I hurried to our clothes, and put them on. I wasn't willing to wait and see who the people were, even though occasional laughter indicated it was another couple out on a romantic midnight stroll.
"I wonder if they'll go for a swim too," Heather said impishly as she worked her shirt down over her wet body. The black bra was clearly visible through the wet fabric.
"Nice," I said.
Heather checked her breasts, and then shrugged. "Ready?"
"Kiss first?"
"Of course!"
It was late when I got back to the house after seeing Heather to her place. Since I didn't have any keys, I went around back to the porch, and was surprised to see the lights still on. I figured Lara was reading, but then I heard voices coming through the screen. Melissa was talking about my father.
"This winter Beth and Hans found Chris's collection of old cameras and brought them up to us. Seeing them brought back many memories. It's amazing, like you said, how certain things can just take you back twenty years, in an instant. Matt seemed to take a real interest in the cameras. I sure hope he uses them; Chris would have wanted that."
"Heather and Matt have been doing some photography together," Sarah added.
"Oh, good for them! That's excellent."
I had just climbed the stairs, and was surprised to see Frej sitting in the easy chair, with my mothers sitting on the couch, legs folded beneath them. Sarah had an arm around Melissa's shoulder. Wine glasses were still half full on the end tables.
I opened the screen and went in. "Hello," I said as nonchalantly as I could.
"Hi Matt," my mothers chimed. I could tell from their voices and expressions that they were feeling jovial. Whether from the wine, Frej, or both, I wasn't sure.
"Evening Matt," Frej said merrily. "Was there a storm this evening?" he asked, noting my wet hair and clothes.
"No, me and Heather went for a night swim," I said.
"Sounds like fun," Frej said.
"It was," I said. "I'm going to shower and hit the sack."
"Good night sweetie," Sarah said.
"Don't stay up too late," I said as I slipped into the house.
I could hear Frej's booming laughter mingle with the light titters of my mothers as I went to the bathroom. During my shower, questions swirled through my head, but nothing fell into place. It was evident that Frej and my parents really had hit it off. They were even talking about my Dad, no doubt sharing stories about their lost loved ones. Beyond that, though, I didn't have any idea what their intentions were.
I peeked into Lara's room to see if she was still awake, but she was sound asleep. I covered her with the sheet, even though I knew it would be in complete disarray again fairly soon.
I fell asleep that night to the rumble of Frej's voice, telling another fascinating story.
I had one more day with Heather. I planned to make it fun. | 4 |
104,680 | Looking Through the Lens | Heather pulled the car to a gentle stop in the lot and quieted the engine. "Sure you don't want to go home and sleep?" she asked.
"No, I'm feeling better already," I said.
Heather smiled at me. "Okay."
"I didn't think the talk with Julie was going to be easy," I said, "but that was definitely more than I bargained for."
"I think Brian's trying to leave his legacy as being the town's biggest asshole ever," Heather said acerbically. "And he's doing a good job of it too."
"Do you think he's going to cause more trouble?" I asked.
Heather thought for a moment. "I don't know. You're only here a few more days, so I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, his problem is more with Julie, not with you."
"I think his problem is with himself, actually. Do you think he'll do something to her?"
"I don't."
"Because he seemed like he was pushing her around a bit on the pier," I added.
"Well, that's bad news for him if Bill finds out."
"Bill? Your Bill? Why?"
Heather chuckled. "Didn't know he was 'my Bill.' Yeah, Bill and Brian had a run-in a few months ago."
"Really? Bill doesn't seem the fighting type."
"You don't want to mess with Bill. He's well-trained in martial arts."
I looked at Heather with a frown. "Really?"
"Serious. He's one of the top in the Northeast."
My stomach twisted up. "That makes me feel great, considering I stole you from him. I'm surprised he didn't kill me in the drugstore when he had the chance," I lamented. "He must be waiting to get me alone."
Heather laughed. "No, Bill's not like that. He likes you. Besides, if he didn't, you would have known by now."
"Um, that makes me feel better."
"Just a little incentive to treat me nice," Heather teased.
"Oh, believe me, I don't need Bill as incentive to treat you nice."
Heather smiled sweetly.
"So what happened with Brian and Bill?" I asked.
"Mm, let's just say that if Brian keeps bothering Julie, he'll have some new bruises to match the one you gave him with your fishing pole."
I sat quietly, somewhat relieved that Julie would have some help dealing with Brian. I also realized I was concerned for Heather's safety, and this news was helping quell that fear as well.
"Do you still have feelings for him?" I asked.
Heather held my gaze. "He's one of my best friends," she said simply. "But if you are worried that I want to get together with him while you are gone, the answer is no. Neither of us would do that."
I nodded, somehow knowing it was true. I found it odd that this relative stranger was so beneficial in my life. "If..."
"What?"
"No, nothing," I said dismissively.
"What were you going to say?"
"It's stupid."
"Tell me," Heather pressed.
"If you see Bill... I mean, just tell him thanks. Or don't. He won't even know why I'm thanking him. But if it comes up..."
Heather just looked at me, and then nodded.
"And thanks for making me talk to Julie," I said. "I feel better, even though we didn't really talk about anything."
"But at least you are talking again. At least you cleared the air."
"What did you two talk about when I was sleeping?" I asked cautiously.
"What else would we talk about? You, of course."
I felt a flutter of nervousness. "What about me?"
Heather smiled. "Girl stuff. You don't want to hear it."
"But I –"
"And I'm not going to tell you anyway," she continued. "Nothing bad, don't worry."
"So secretive," I said.
Heather shrugged. "The two of us had some talking to do, and I'm glad we did it."
"All right," I said. "You didn't call Lara, did you?"
"No. I thought about it, but I figured she would have had to tell your parents what happened and get a ride, or have to walk at night. With Brian on the lam, I decided not to call. You still feel all right?"
"Yeah, the dizzy spells have gone away for now. Headache is killer though."
"You should get to sleep."
"Soon, yeah, I'm really tired all of a sudden," I admitted.
"I can tell. Come on, I'll drive you home," Heather said, firing the engine.
"Will you come in, if my parents are up?"
"Of course."
"Sorry tonight wasn't very fun," I said.
"I'm just glad you didn't get hurt worse."
"Me too," I said, wincing as I flexed my hand.
I woke up late the next morning and immediately started peeling the bandages off, as they were making me itchy. My arms were remarkably healed. Though they were still sore and sensitive, they weren't the scabby mess I was expecting to see. Cuts and punctures were still visible, but for the most part, I looked like I had walked bare-armed through bramble, and not like I'd had a bad accident juggling with large knives. My head held on to a simmering headache, but otherwise I felt all right.
When we got home the night before, the adults had, of course, all been awake and sitting in the living room playing cards. Despite the temptation to make up a story about being bitten by some unknown, vicious sea animal, I told them the truth. After they showed some concern about the amount of bandages I wore, I was able to convince them that it looked worse than it really was. In the relatively faint lighting, no one noticed the bump on my forehead.
Heather was graciously by my side as I told of my not-so-noble defense of Julie, and her and Heather's subsequent care. Aunt Beth was still shaking her head in disbelief when I finally went off to my room to sleep, but Hans and my parents seemed to find the humor in the situation: namely that the women in my life had had to come to my aid, once again.
Heather didn't stay long. After helping me gingerly change into pajamas and get into bed, she covered me with a sheet and gave me a gentle kiss. I could feel the touch of her soothing lips on mine long after she left, and even after I had fallen into a deep sleep.
The morning light brought new sobriety to the events of the night before. Despite Heather's assurances about Bill, I wasn't so sure I wanted to meet Brian again. Bill could be the world's best, but that wouldn't help much if I ran into Brian in a bad mood. I really didn't enjoy the pain of removing those barbs, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to try being a punching bag either.
When I ambled into the kitchen, my parents and Aunt Beth swarmed to me like bees. After checking over my arms and the dark blue bump on my forehead, they had me sit and they went about fixing me breakfast. I didn't protest, enjoying the attention. It was nice having my food and Tylenol brought to me.
Fortunately, the women sensed my desire for quiet, and after setting the eggs and bacon before me, they retreated to the porch to chat. I ate slowly, thousands of thoughts going through my head.
"What happened to you?" Lara asked as she came out of her room and over to look at me.
"They didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Lara frowned. "I was sleeping when you got home last night."
"Fight," I said, between bites.
"With Julie?" Lara said, wide-eyed.
I laughed. "Yeah, she beat me up."
"What? Quit messing around, what happened!" Lara was examining my cuts closely now. She delicately touched around my head bruise as I chewed my food.
"Aghh!" I exclaimed, as she got too close to the sore spot.
"Sorry, sorry. Are you going to tell me what happened to you?"
"Let me finish this bite," I said, unclearly through the mouthful.
Lara was impatient though. "Wait, did you get back together with Julie, and then Heather found out?"
I rolled my eyes. Finally, I swallowed, and briefly related the events on the pier.
"Damn. Brian sounds like a real dick. I can't believe Julie would go out with someone like that!"
"Me neither. Somehow she got trapped by him, though."
Lara sighed heavily. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
I shrugged. "It's over now, I hope. I just want to lie low the next couple of days and hang out with Heather."
Lara nodded, rubbing my back gently. The adults came back into the house.
"Do you want to invite Heather's family for dinner?" Sarah asked.
I looked in surprise at my Mom. "Um, I was thinking of taking Heather out to dinner tomorrow night, but..."
Melissa shrugged. "Well, whatever you like. Although if they will be coming to visit this winter, it would be nice to get to know them a little before we leave."
I nodded thoughtfully. It seemed like it should be a big deal, having her parents over to meet mine. Usually, popular belief held that this was a big event. But for some reason this seemed natural.
"All right, sure," I said. "Maybe tonight?"
Melissa eyed the clock and shrugged. "There's time to make something good yet," she said.
"I can help," I said.
Melissa narrowed her eyes. "I don't think you'll want to be getting those cuts near any food," she said.
"Oh yeah," I admitted.
"I'm happy to cook," Melissa said.
"Something simple is fine, I don't want you to work hard on my account," I said.
"I'll help today," Lara said brightly.
"How about we all cook?" Aunt Beth chimed in.
Before I knew it, the four ladies were headed to the market to get the meal started.
"Um, shouldn't I see if they can even come over?" I called out as they grabbed purses.
They stopped in their tracks. After exchanging looks, they exploded with laughter. I just smiled and shook my head as I reached for the phone.
As luck would have it, the Martins were able to come for dinner.After getting off the phone with Heather, having our parents meet seemed less normal than it had sounded twenty minutes earlier when my Mom had hatched the idea. Aongus and Sarah had met briefly on the pier, and it was fine, but spending a few hours around a table together was a different deal altogether, especially with my parental situation. It could be a couple of uncomfortable hours if they were disapproving of my family. I just hoped Heather would tell her parents before they showed up.
Guitar playing was out, since my right hand hurt too much to even make even a light fist. I figured going for a swim in salt water would be at least as painful as falling on the hooks again, even if most of my cuts were closing up. And Heather was working, so there was no entertainment to be found with her. Thus, I spent the afternoon watching the women work in the kitchen. I was prohibited from lending a (scratched-up) hand with the food preparation, but being present at least made me feel like I was participating in the meal.
Melissa again was in her element, now with three assistants to help her work her magic. I had a feeling that my mention of how much I liked Aongus and Mairead's cooking a few nights earlier had fired her up. She was nothing if not competitive, although it was in a friendly fashion.
I did take a nap, during which Mairead had called to see what she and Aongus could bring. After insisting nothing was necessary, Melissa had relented and asked them to bring some wine.
Forced to be an observer for the afternoon, a few things suddenly struck me. There was a strong interest on the part of my parents, aunt and sister to make this a really nice meal. And it seemed the reason was that they really liked Heather. More than once in the last few days my parents had referred to her as 'sweet' and 'kind,' and although at the time those seemed like tossed-off compliments, I came to realize over the course of the meal preparation that they were not off-hand at all. They really liked Heather.
I also realized that my mothers may also have had their own agenda. Not that it lessened their eagerness to do well for my sake, but when I was allowed to set the table, there was an extra place setting in the stack of silverware and dishes they handed me. I didn't realize it at first, but when plates got tight around the large oval table, I noticed I was trying to squeeze ten settings in.
"There's an extra plate!" I said, frowning and starting to collect the tenth setting.
"No, no. Frej will be joining us this evening," Sarah said.
"Frej?" I echoed, surprised at the news.
"We figured we should invite him since he was so nice to take you all out on his boat," Mom said. "I guess you were napping when we called him."
"Okay, cool," I said, nodding in agreement.
The invitation still seemed slightly out of the blue, but after returning to my kitchen stool to watch the main dish go into the oven with a cheer, I remembered my Mom's banter with Frej on the dock the other night when she dropped us off for the trip. Something had seemed different. They were flirting! I suddenly realized.
A little while later, Lara and I went for a beach walk since everything was either ready or cooking in the oven. I shared my epiphany.
"Do you think Mom was flirting with Frej on the docks the other day?" I said.
"Well, yeah! She almost left without saying goodbye to us."
So I was right! I was pleased at my perception.
"Did you just figure that out?" Lara said, brow arched.
"All by my damn self!" I exclaimed.
Lara laughed freely. "Oh, Matt, you are funny. Maybe we are rubbing off on you, a little bit."
"Hey, for someone who didn't know Julie liked me for the last two or three summers, and for someone who didn't find Heather's number for six months, I thought that was pretty good."
"All right, I'll give you that," Lara said, laughing easily. "Although there's still plenty of things you haven't figured out yet," Lara said cryptically.
"Like what?" I said, frowning.
"I'm not telling," Lara said, eyes soft.
"Oh, thanks a lot."
"You'll figure them out when the time is right."
"I hope so," I said.
"Me too," Lara said quietly.
Hans is relatively well-built, but when he stood next to Frej, he looked somewhat small. They both had the same handsome Scandinavian looks, though. Hans's frame was leaner from years of hitting balls over tennis nets, whereas Frej's was heavier from years of hauling in fishing nets.
I realized how a little piece of information could make everything else going on so obvious. From the moment Frej came in and was greeted by Sarah, I could see the connection between them. It was quite strange, since I had never seen either of my parents give anyone those kinds of looks, except to each other.
Heather and her parents arrived soon after Frej. Even though I had worn a long sleeve shirt and Heather had told her parents about my incident, there was still much concern on Mairead's part when she saw the bruise on my forehead. When she came up close to me to inspect the battle scar, I could see the same glint in her eyes that Heather's often held. It was not unpleasant to be so close to her, and feel her touch the side of my face in kindness.
The three men took to the living room couches while Mairead mingled in the kitchen with the women, serving the wine she had brought. Melissa made some last-minute culinary adjustments. Heather, Lara and I went out to the beach, since the house seemed crowded. The topic of Frej and my mother flirting came up.
"I didn't notice that the other night," Heather admitted. "I must have been getting the lines unfastened. When I heard he was coming, I figured it was because he had taken us out on the boat."
"That's part of it too," Lara said.
"I did tell them about you having two mothers who lived together," Heather said. "Frej, too, he was at the shop this afternoon."
"How did they react?" I asked.
"No problem," Heather said.
"Was Frej disappointed?"
"Disappointed? I don't know, I didn't really pay attention to his reaction. I didn't know what was going on."
There was some quiet as we stood in the sand.
"Do you think it's just flirting, or something more?" Heather asked. "Are your parents looking for someone?"
It was a foreign question. Lara and I looked at each other, and shrugged.
"It's always been just the two of them," I said.
"But given their situation, you know, with how they were with your Dad, it seems possible that they would be open to... having someone..." Heather trailed off, unable to find the right words.
"But here? In Montauk? We're leaving in just a few days. Seems rather strange," Lara said. "I think they're just flirting."
"True," Heather said. "Frej is a sea man, he'd never live in the mountains. I don't know that he's even been more than a few dozen miles from the ocean in his life."
"Unless my parents are considering moving here!" I said, a little too excitedly.
Lara patted my arm. "All right, now we really are in fantasy land. It's just flirting."
"I know," I said somewhat ruefully. "It was a cool idea, though."
Heather smiled gently at me, just as from the porch my aunt called for us to come get settled at the table.
Frej was a master storyteller. If something had to do with boating or fishing, he had done it. Often he had some exceptional story to tell about it, too. He seemed very cheerful, different from the oft-nostalgic man he had been on the fishing trip. I wondered if being in the presence of new people, particularly my mothers, made him so entertaining. Aongus and Mairead had surely heard these stories many times, perhaps even watching them get stretched over the years. Yet even they were laughing too hard at times.
"What's the most exciting fishing experience you've had?" Sarah asked Frej at one point.
Frej looked at the ceiling for a moment. "You know, every fish is different and has its own attraction. Most exciting, though, would probably have to be fishing for giant sharks."
"Sounds dangerous," Melissa said.
"More than dangerous," Frej confirmed. "One time Aongus and I were out..." Frej trailed off, grinning at Mairead.
"Oh, go ahead," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know why you two are so proud of this story, when you should really be ashamed. Foolishness!"
Aongus and Frej laughed richly as the rest of us waited expectantly.
"We were out with our friend Paul off the coast of Cape Cod one morning chumming for shark," Frej continued. "Aongus and I wanted to offer shark fishing to our clients on charters. Neither of us really had much shark experience at that point, although we thought Paul knew what he was doing. So he offered to come out with us and show us the ropes. Now Paul is a decent fellow, but prone to exaggeration, as is wont among some fishermen."
"Exaggeration?! Turns out he had no idea about shark fishing, really," Mairead said. Frej and Aongus grinned sidelong at her before Frej continued.
"The waters were very rough that morning. Those long waves which really get the hull sideways, you know? Aongus hooked into a shark after a couple of hours of drifting the chum."
"She felt like a big one, by the pull, but I didn't know how large," Aongus said. "Luckily we had set up with decent tackle, or surely she would have gotten free right off."
"After a good bit of fight, the line went slack," Frej said. "Paul was sure Aongus had lost her, and so he put the boat in idle so we could refresh the chum. That was a big mistake."
"I wasn't so sure I'd lost her, though," Aongus said. "The tension didn't come off sharply.I thought she was coming towards us, but Paul didn't think it could swim that fast, so he had Frej set about replenishing the chummer.
"Aongus, meanwhile, was reeling as fast as he could, but the line was very slack all through. Then, not a hundred feet off the side of our boat, a huge mako shark leapt out of the water, shaking and twisting its head! You should have seen this thing thrashing. We had been looking off the stern since the line went off that way, but it was impossible to miss when she cleared the water.
"I've never seen anything like it," Aongus said, voice reverent. "The jump was incredibly violent. The splash was like that of a truck landing in the water. The shark had to have jumped over twice its length up in the air. Maybe twenty feet!"
"Twenty feet!?" Lara said.
"Oh yes, at least. Paul cried out that we had another shark in the area, and to get another rig ready," Frej said. "But it wasn't another shark, because just then Aongus caught up the rest of the line, and it whipped around towards the shark: she had swum beside us!"
"And in no time at all," Aongus added.
"I yelled at Paul to get us out of there," Frej said, his voice becoming more animated. "It was no secret that makos would jump right into the boat if they got too close. Believe me, you did not want that to happen."
Mairead had put her face in her hands. Everyone else listened, riveted.
"We had to stay ahead of her, and again the line loosened as the shark came towards us." Frej continued. "While Aongus reeled in at full blast, I climbed the flybridge and took the helm from Paul, who had apparently turned to stone," Frej said with a laugh. "Just as I set the boat in motion, Aongus gave a warning yell."
"I was watching the water to try to catch glimpse of its location," Aongus said. "And then a dark grey shape suddenly came into view, swimming vertically, right towards me! Incredible! Those fish are so fast, so fast!"
"The mako jumped again, not more than a few yards behind us," Frej said. His voice was urgent, and he gestured colorfully with his arms. "She blotted out the light for a moment. Spray was everywhere. I swear, she was right over Aongus, thrashing through the air. Right at eye level with me, and I was up on the bridge!"
"If Frej hadn't started moving the boat a moment sooner, she would have surely landed right on top of me," Aongus said.
"What happened then?" Sarah asked.
"As she came down, she smashed her tail against the transom and rocked the boat violently. Paul was thrown off the bridge from the shock, and he landed on the deck behind me," Aongus said. "The corner of the boat got underwater, and I swear I was standing at 45 degrees to the deck as she rolled. Luckily she got straight again and I wasn't thrown into the water."
"The most amazing part of it was that Aongus never stopped reeling in!" Frej exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "As I tried to keep my footing on the bridge, I could still hear the clicking of the reel. He didn't even brace himself!"
"Stupid man..." Mairead said with a sigh, to which everyone laughed.
"Did you catch the shark then?" I asked.
"At that moment, all I could think of was to get us out of there," Frej said. "If that monster got into the boat, the damage would be horrific. We might not be here today. Paul had managed to stay in the boat, and the fall must have finally knocked some sense into him. He took the gaff handle and cleared the line from getting pulled to the engines."
"You call that sense?" Mairead said, exasperated.
"He was trying to keep the line intact," Aongus said with a shrug. "We had a monster fish on the hook."
"Then we were out of there," Frej said. "Within moments, the line tightened and the mako took off for the bottom. The reel was screaming as she tore line off."
"I think she was angry," Aongus said, nudging Mairead gently. She only rolled her eyes.
"How long did we end up fighting that fish?" Frej asked Aongus.
"Oh, it was five or six hours before we finally tired her out, I'd say."
"Five or six hours!" I exclaimed. I thought the five to ten minutes it took to land the stripers a few nights earlier had been a good fight.
"Yes, it was after noon when we got her close to the boat again," Aongus said.
"And?" Lara asked.
"And she was relatively calm by then," Frej said with a large sigh, his voice returning to normal. I could see everyone relax in their seats a little. "When we got her back to port, she came in at 682 pounds." Frej grinned broadly at the gasps of surprise.
Hans let out a low whistle. My parents looked at each other with mouths wide open.
"That's not so big," Aongus said dismissively. "They get up into a thousand, twelve-hundred pounds."
"Not so big, he says," echoed Hans with an incredulous laugh.
There was a moment of silence as everyone replayed the story in their heads.
"By the way, dinner is excellent!" Frej said cheerfully, raising a glass to the ladies still stunned by the story.
"Wow," was all Sarah could say.
The wine flowed freely. Even us three kids were allowed a glass with the food. The meal was a smash hit. Melissa had once again made everyone at the table jealous of her family, who could eat like this every night.
"Well, not every night," Melissa had protested somewhat quietly, but it had been lost in the chorus of a Danish song that Frej had started up, celebrating the chef. And her assistants, of course. Wine glasses clinked, and then Frej had another story at hand.
The hours passed quickly. I looked around the table more than once, completely content. To my right, Heather gave me warm smiles all evening long. Under the table, we held hands most of the evening. Hans found kinship with Frej's stories, and more than once he had to wipe tears of mirth from his eyes.
To my left, Lara was glowing in the soft light of the room. Beside her, my parents and aunt grew progressively flushed, eyes glinting more and more with each sip of wine and each bit of tale. And across from me, Frej and Heather's parents enjoyed themselves fully.
I felt kingly, being able to indirectly host such a feast, and such a gathering. There was never once any long silence. Any thoughts I'd had of potential awkwardness were so unfounded that I smiled at my silly worries. I felt almost like an adult.
Conversation had stretched long past the time when the last bites of flan were scooped off the dessert plates. When Beth suggested moving to the living room and the comfort of the couches there, Aongus and Mairead considered heading home instead. They had to work in the morning, since they had given Heather the day off.
While the adults still conversed at the table, reluctant to end the evening, Heather and I said goodnight to everyone and we headed out the back door to the beach. They didn't really need us there anymore.
Heather kicked off her shoes and held them at her side as we strolled across the cool sand. The moon was making its way up the eastern sky, and wispy clouds occasionally fogged its pale yellow face.
"Well, that was fun," I said earnestly.
"Yeah. I haven't seen Frej so animated in a long time."
"You think it did him good to come out tonight?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," Heather agreed.
"He told me about his wife, when we were on the boat back the other night," I said seriously.
"Yeah. She died when I was six. I remember her pretty well. My Dad says that Frej really changed after that. He became much more reserved, and his eyes were always looking at something far off in the distance when he talked. I think he's recovered a lot in the last few years, but he is still haunted by her death. She was only in her early thirties."
I shivered. "I can't imagine what that's like. In some ways I'm glad I was too young to be conscious of when my father died."
Heather pulled me a little closer to her as we walked.
"I'm not saying that I wish I hadn't known him," I continued, "but if he had to go, it would have been much harder for me if it happened later in my life, I think."
"I understand," Heather said softly.
"Some of those stories Frej had were crazy. Are they for real? The ones about thousand pound sharks?"
Heather chuckled. "They're pretty true. He has pictures at home of him with some pretty big fish."
"Have you ever been out with him for sharks?"
"No, but I've always wanted to go out on a shark run," Heather said.
"Even after hearing that story? I'd be shitting my pants," I admitted.
"Well, what's the fun if there's not a little risk?"
"A little risk? Sounds like your life is on the line when you go fishing for them."
"Same when you drive. Or fly. Or even take a swim. They caught those sharks right off the coast here, you know."
I looked out with new appreciation at the water. "Maybe I'm done swimming this summer," I said.
Heather laughed. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. By habit, we seemed headed to the pier, but I didn't have a plan.
"I'm feeling frisky," she said conspiratorially.
"Frisky?"
"Yeah."
I chuckled.
"What?" Heather asked.
"Frisky. It's a funny word."
"My Dad sings this song, and one of the lines is 'the girls they are gay and frisky.' And I always laugh when he sings it. But right now, I feel like that."
"Too much wine?" I said jokingly.
"No. Not enough of you," she answered.
Heather dropped her shoes to the sand and wrapped her arms around me. Her kiss set me alight. The slight breeze pulled delicately on her hair, and I ran my hand through it gently as it floated and waved through the night air.
"Let's go to the pier," she whispered. "Let's go make love there, where we first met.I didn't need any further encouragement. I could see the desire in her eyes and feel it in her hands, still wrapped around me. I nodded, and taking her hand, we ran off towards the pier. Not before she remembered her shoes with a laugh.
The pier was deserted. We passed the gazebo, and I remembered the incident with Brian, which seemed like it had been ages ago. For a moment, I wondered about the wisdom of being on the pier at night, considering Brian probably knew I liked to hang out there. But then I figured the risk was slim. Just like getting into trouble with a shark.
It was funny to think how many memorable moments of my life, good and bad, had happened on this old barnacled pier.
And tonight it seemed that I was going to add another.
We walked all the way to the end, to where we usually fished. We didn't take any time to look at the calm waves, or watch the shimmering fishing boat lights which dotted the horizon. There was no observation of the stars, no check of the lights from shore houses. We paid no attention to the veiled moon, or the moist sea breeze.
Heather hadn't been joking; she was feeling frisky. As soon as we reached the end of the pier, Heather resumed our kiss from the beach. Her hands wandered below and under my shorts, finding me already hard.
"Oh, did you bring any condoms?" she asked suddenly.
I nodded, grinning. Heather let out a sigh of relief.
"Put one on," she said softly.
"Are you ready?" I asked, fingering the condom in my pocket. I was enjoying the kissing and touching.
"I've been ready all day."
"All day?"
"Probably a good thing you didn't come to the store today. I couldn't stop thinking of you," she said.
I laughed. We looked around, taking a moment to think about what our options were. The pier was not very accommodating for this kind of thing.
"Should we at least go the gazebo?" I asked.
"No," Heather said. She turned herself around sensuously, and pushed her butt back against my front. As she arched her back and bent forwards away from me, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She moved so invitingly, so... womanly.
In haste, I managed to tear the button clear off my shorts. I heard the 'tick, tick-tick' as it bounced on the deck and then disappeared to the water. As my shorts went down, Heather pressed herself back against me.
I reached around her waist, undoing the button of her shorts more carefully. As I did so, Heather stretched herself straight upwards. She turned her head and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Her body was quivering as I ran my hands up from her waist, across her tummy, and over her soft breasts thrust out before her.
I returned to her lower area, pushing her clothing down her legs some. My fingers quickly confirmed that she was ready. I slipped through the point of her V, and she welcomed me into her warmth.
I slowly gave her more pressure, causing her body to tighten even further. She turned her neck even more, trying to kiss me deeper. I grew more confident, and from behind slid my penis between her legs. The head slid across her opening. The feeling was exquisite, and when Heather tried to bend forward to catch me and let me in, I held her tight against my body. I used my fingers to press myself against her as I moved back and forth.
Soon, Heather couldn't wait any more. She unwrapped my hands from around her body, and bent forwards. As I watched, riveted to her movements, she found me and slid back against me. With a slight moan, she pressed her butt against my hips. I took deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of being fully within her. Then I started moving.
"Oh, god," she said unevenly. She placed one hand on the rail in front of her as I thrusted. The sensations of this position were quite different. Everything seemed very supple and velvety. I couldn't get enough of her back, running my hands over her spine, and through the curve of her waist. Her skin was so soft there!
Despite wanting to be there all night, I was quickly moving towards climax.
I suddenly remembered I hadn't put the condom on! Reluctantly, I pulled out.
"What's wrong?"
"Condom," I said.
"Oh! Oops. Hurry."
I managed to sheath myself without too much fumbling, even with Heather distracting me with slow sensual movements of her waist. As she smiled back at me, still hanging onto the railing, I almost exploded. Her soft smile was incredibly sexy, and incredibly content.
As I reentered, I realized I was able to reach around her front and press on her nubbin. Heather quickly grew agitated at this new sensation. With measured strokes, I tried to listen to her breathing to see what she liked, but everything seemed to be working. Everything felt good.
The condom gave me new life, and I was able to go slow and enjoy the feelings. Heather tried to increase the pace a few times, but having the advantage of position, I took the opportunity to tease her by going even slower. It was so rare to have her vulnerable, and this was friendly payback for all of her teasing.
When she moved her hand over mine, making me rub her more vigorously, I gave up teasing her. Increasing the pace, I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Heather was breathing heavily, although I wasn't sure if she had climaxed. Perhaps she was having a continuous wave, like the other night.
When I finally came, I squeezed my eyes shut. Red plaid patterns danced inside my eyelids, and it took an eternity to release the tension. I slowed and then stopped, feeling dizzy.
"Wow," I said.
Heather straightened as I slipped out of her. I leaned against the rail, pulling her close to me.
"I liked that," she said softly, even though her breathing was still heavy.
"Me too." I let reality seep into my senses slightly, and realized where we were. "Do you think anyone saw us?"
Heather didn't bother scanning the pier. "Doubt it."
We held each other for a long time. I was really going to miss her company over the next few months.
When we got to the end of the pier and I tossed the rubber into the trash, Heather looked at me mischievously.
"Do you want to swim?"
"What?"
"Let's go for a swim."
"Now?" I looked at the water uneasily.
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Sharks," I said. It came out even weaker than I expected.
"Oh, you're not still on that, are you?"
"I don't know, you were the one who said they lived here."
"Darn, I should never have told you that," Heather said with a laugh.
"Plus, you know, salt on the wounds," I said suddenly, waving my arms around. Since the dinner, I had all but forgotten about them. Wearing long sleeves had helped: out of sight, out of mind.
"Oh, right." She seemed a little disappointed.
"But I'll give it a shot," I said after a brief silence.
"Really?" Heather said.
"Sure."
Heather grabbed my hand and pulled me back down the pier.
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
"Let's jump off the rail."
I laughed. "You sure like excitement, don't you?"
"All the time," Heather said, smiling back at me.
About a hundred feet out, Heather stopped. "Just like a high dive," she said, looking down at the dark water below the deck.
I peered over the side. The waves were low, and the surface was almost glassy. It was about twenty feet down to the water. "Just like a high dive? What kind of crazy high dives do you have at your pools here?!"
Without further ado, Heather stripped off her shirt and shorts, and stood expectantly before me in just her black bra and white panties. "Are you coming?"
I grabbed her by the arms and gave her a hard kiss. Then I took off my clothes, and stood in my boxers. It was visibly clear that I was excited again. Heather just cooed, and then climbed carefully over the wooden rail.
I clambered over and joined her on the other side. It was perfect weather for being almost nude. I hoped the water was as acceptable.
With one hand we held onto the rail behind us, and with our other hand we held onto each other. Our heels clung to the little bit of edge we could get.
"All right, one-two-three-go, and we jump," she said. "Jump out far, and don't let go of me, okay?"
"Okay, count us off," I said. Despite the relatively tame distance to the water, I felt like I was jumping out of a plane at 10,000 feet. Heather gave me a kiss and then yelled out the numbers.
"One. Two. Three. Shark!"
I screamed as we plunged off the pier. I wasn't sure if it was in fear or happiness. Probably both.
Heather's hair flew up in the sudden gust, and her eyes were wild. She screamed too, but I was pretty sure there was little fear in it. Down and down we dropped. I was wondering if maybe twenty feet was an underestimate, and then the ocean hit us.
The water was, well, wet. Not too cold, but still shocking. We came up sputtering, clearing the saltiness from our faces. My arms briefly flared up, stinging a little as the salt seeped into a few still-healing wounds, but it was not unbearable, and soon went away.
"Wooo!" Heather hollered out. "That was fun!"
"Thanks for yelling shark," I said sarcastically.
"No problem. Water's not too bad, actually," Heather said, floating close to me.
Her hand found my penis, which was rather less excited than it had been up on the deck a moment earlier. Heather brought it back to attention almost instantly, though.
"No, the water's not bad at all," I said unevenly.
Heather kept her eyes intently on mine as she stroked me under the water. "Do you like that?" she asked sensuously.
"Well, yeah, of course!"
Heather pulled away immediately, grinning mischievously at me.
"You are such a tease," I said.
"Am I, now?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd have to say so."Am I a tease if I do... this?" Heather threw her wet panties in front of me. I grabbed at them, wide-eyed.
"Or... this?" she said, tossing her bra before me as well. I grabbed it before it sank.
I tried to speak, but couldn't. Her hands had found me again. I just held onto her undergarments like they were a flotation device.
"You're nude," I finally said. It was a ridiculously obvious statement, but it was the best I could manage. The thought of her naked in the ocean was all-consuming.
"Very observant, Matt."
"It's getting me excited," I said.
"Obviously."
"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.
"No, I don't know about getting water inside of me," she said.
"Good point," I agreed.
"But you can kiss me," she offered. "That's almost as good, I promise."
She didn't disappoint me. As we got closer to each other, our four legs swam in and around each other's, keeping us afloat. Her skin was even smoother in the seawater, if that was possible. And her kiss was extremely passionate.
"I'm nude," she said slowly and quietly into my ear. It didn't sound at all ridiculous when she said it. "Totally and completely nude."
After that sexy reminder of her state of undress, it took me very little time to come again. I groaned as I let out into the ocean waters. Heather smiled as she watched me, slowing her strokes as I came down from the high.
It's hard to hug and stay afloat, but we managed. I loved the feel of her skin under the water, and would have stayed there for hours caressing it. After some time, fatigue began to set in, so we decided to head for shore.
Heather pulled her panties on and I clasped her bra. It was assistance that I only reluctantly offered, but if I figured that if I teased her about it, she'd probably wade out topless just to prove she could. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, exciting as it sounded.
"Can you walk me home?" Heather asked as we stepped out of the water onto the short beach. "My parents probably have left your house by now."
"Of course I'll walk you," I said.
When we stepped up onto the pier, Heather pulled on my arm and pointed up ahead. "Look," she said.
Halfway down the pier, two shadowed figures were looking over the edge of the rail. I could see our clothes lying by their feet.
"Shit," I said, but I couldn't help laugh a little.
The people noticed us just then, and we heard a laugh from them before they continued down towards the end of the pier.
Heather and I hurried to our clothes and put them on. I wasn't willing to wait and see who the people were, even though occasional laughter indicated it was another couple out on a romantic midnight stroll.
"I wonder if they'll go for a swim too," Heather said impishly as she worked her shirt down over her wet body. The black bra was clearly visible through the wet fabric.
"Nice," I said.
Heather checked her breasts and then shrugged. "Ready?"
"Kiss first?"
"Of course!"
It was late when I got back to the house after seeing Heather to her place. Since I didn't have any keys, I went around back to the porch and was surprised to see the lights still on. I figured Lara was reading, but then I heard voices coming through the screen. Melissa was talking about my father.
"This winter Beth and Hans found Chris's collection of old cameras and brought them up to us. Seeing them brought back many memories. It's amazing, like you said, how certain things can just take you back twenty years, in an instant. Matt seemed to take a real interest in the cameras. I sure hope he uses them; Chris would have wanted that."
"Heather and Matt have been doing some photography together," Sarah added.
"Oh, good for them! That's excellent."
I had just climbed the stairs and was surprised to see Frej sitting in the easy chair, with my mothers sitting on the couch, legs folded beneath them. Sarah had an arm around Melissa's shoulder. Wine glasses were still half full on the end tables.
I opened the screen and went in. "Hello," I said as nonchalantly as I could.
"Hi Matt," my mothers chimed. I could tell from their voices and expressions that they were feeling jovial. Whether from the wine, Frej, or both, I wasn't sure.
"Evening Matt," Frej said merrily. "Was there a storm this evening?" he asked, noting my wet hair and clothes.
"No, Heather and I went for a night swim," I said.
"Sounds like fun," Frej said.
"It was," I said. "I'm going to shower and hit the sack."
"Good night, sweetie," Sarah said.
"Don't stay up too late," I said as I slipped into the house.
I could hear Frej's booming laughter mingle with the light titters of my mothers as I went to the bathroom. During my shower, questions swirled through my head, but nothing fell into place. It was evident that Frej and my parents really had hit it off. They were even talking about my Dad, no doubt sharing stories about their lost loved ones. Beyond that, though, I didn't have any idea what their intentions were.
I peeked into Lara's room to see if she was still awake, but she was sound asleep. I covered her with the sheet, even though I knew it would be in complete disarray again fairly soon.
I fell asleep that night to the rumble of Frej's voice, telling another fascinating story.
I had one more day with Heather. I planned to make it fun. | 4 |
104,880 | A Red Hot Chile | He approached me shortly after mass. "Please God! He said I could help both him and the Church. God, forgive me! I wasn't thinking. I said I would do anything: of course I would help him, since it was for the Church." He said: "Good!" and that I should be happy, because the job he had in mind for me, it would likely help me atone for my sins.
I blushed, because he shouldn't mention such things outside of the confessional. But who was I to teach him? So I asked him what I should do. God, I was so shy, and he told me to come to the rectory in about an hour. He would be ready for me then. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and so I sat in the park and watched the small children. My mind was so confused. This was the man I'd been dreaming about, fantasizing about and now he was asking me to his home. Of course, even then I had no idea what he really thought, what he really had in mind.
When the hour was up, I went to the rectory as he had asked me, and he opened at once, inviting me inside. He took me into a small sitting room, where he said that I should sit down. I did, very demurely, blushing bashfully when he complimented me on the color of my dress, pulling the hem down over my knees, as I'd always been taught.
He poured himself a drink, and then offered me one too: but I refused. I was too self-conscious to be able to drink in front of this man.
We spoke for a while: small talk; how long I'd been married, how long I'd lived in Santiago, and then, quite casually, he revealed a little of his own background and hobbies. I listened attentively. He told me that in his spare time he painted pictures: religious pictures, I was to understand. There was one that he'd painted that hung in the Church. Had I seen it? It was Eve in the Garden, before she had first discovered apples.
I blushed, for it was a picture that had caught my attention on many occasions, especially recently. I had found it uncomfortably erotic. Unlike most religious pictures of Eve in paradise, there were no fig leaves in this picture to hide her beauty. Several times I had stood admiring it for several minutes before moving away, full of guilt at the way it had made me feel.
After he told me about the picture, he sat, silent, waiting for my reaction. I hadn't known what to say, quite how I should respond. But eventually, full of embarrassment, I told him that the picture reminded me of someone I knew, the face was peculiarly familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
With a sly smile he mentioned a name, Signora Gonzalez, the new wife of our Mayor. My jaw dropped and he challenged me at once as to why I was so surprised.
"She didn't... not like that..." I began to say, thinking back to the picture and Eve's immodest pose and her lack of clothing. "You don't mean that she took off... not the Mayor's wife?"
I let my question lie between us, but he understood. Of course he did.
"Are you surprised?" he asked, smiling, dismissive of my concerns. "But why? It's art, a gift to God. Are you suggesting that it is somehow shameful for Signora Gonzalez to have posed for my picture?"
What could I do? He was the priest. How could I attempt to correct him on matters of religion? I was obviously the one who was mistaken.
"Of course not," I denied. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to suggest..."
It was then that he told me that he'd been intending for some time to paint a picture of the Madonna and then hang it in the church house, but that he hadn't been able to find a suitable model. He said that I was perfect, and that he would be honored if I would be that model. Would I do this for the Church and also for him? Would I consent to act the part of the mother of God?
The way that he put it, how could I refuse?
So he got out a bible and turned to St Luke, where Simeon prophesies about the sacred Virgin. He handed me the open bible and asked me to read out loud. I remember those words verbatim, how could I forget? "Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also, that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed."
He became excited, stabbing his finger emphatically at the bible. "That's what I want to paint," he said.
I hadn't understood. How could I? I was too innocent. I read the words a number of times from his bible, trying to work out what they might mean. He laughed, a small shallow laugh, and said that it would be easier if he showed me. He took hold of my hand, pulling me up from my chair and tugging me eagerly towards his study. I was dumbfounded, protesting. But when he opened the door my jaw just dropped.
He had built a cross, and it was fixed to the far wall. I stared at it for several minutes in awe, my mind confused and numb. I saw it, but I had no idea what it meant.
A cross. In his house. How bizarre! But then, he was a priest. What did I know about such things? Perhaps it wasn't such a crazy thing for a priest to do.
He came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, holding them firmly. "I want to tie you to that cross," he said hoarsely. "Can you imagine, the Virgin Mother on the cross with a sword piercing her side. It will be so poetic."
I didn't understood what he meant by any of this. I was so naive. God, I can't believe how naive I was. I stood, with my mouth wide open, gazing disbelievingly at his cross.
Then suddenly he said, "If you'll just get undressed, then we can begin."
I was certain that I couldn't have heard him right. I was so embarrassed. Maybe I'd dreamt it. "I'm sorry?"
"It may not be historical," he replied easily. "But how else can I show the wound? The red blood dripping down the naked Madonna's hips and thighs?"
I still couldn't grasp what he'd asked me to do. He was a priest, my priest. "My clothes?" I gasped, my jaw hanging open. "You mean you want me to undress in front of you? I don't understand!"
He reminded me of Signora Gonzalez. "You saw my picture of Eve. It's for the Church; it hangs in the Church. If the Mayor's wife can do it, then how can that be a sin?"
But I wasn't worried for the Church; I was worried about me! This was the very man whose image I'd held in my mind as I'd masturbated, night after night. How could I possibly now undress in front of him? My body was sure to betray me. What if I became aroused as he gazed at my nakedness? Oh God. "But I've not undressed before," I complained desperately. "Not for any man apart from my husband. I couldn't. It wouldn't be right."
But he was totally dismissive of all my objections. "Nonsense," he said. "I'm a priest, a man of the cloth. I've taken an oath of celibacy. It's no different to when you're examined by the doctor."
My Captain. He made out that I was being foolish to protest. He was so adamant. He explained that it was not improper in the least, that my protests were foolish, because he was a man of the cloth. I know I shouldn't have done it. Deep down, I knew it then. I certainly know it now. I should have asked you. You are my husband, the one I once promised to obey, but on the other hand, he was my priest, the man who stands between Almighty God and myself. How could I refuse him? And so I did what he asked me. Ostensibly because he was my priest, but also because I was infatuated by him and wanted so much to please him.
I didn't know what to do, where to begin. He waited impatiently, crossing his arms and examining my loose cotton dress. There was no curtain, no dressing room. He expected me to do it there, in front of him while he watched. I was terrified. Full of misgiving and yet strangely excited, I went into the corner, and there turned my back and pulled off my clothes: all of them, my dress and my slip, my stockings, my bra and my panties.
I was so shy as I turned to face him. My arms were across my breasts and my mound, but they were so inadequate because of the way that he was staring. I didn't think he'd look at me like that, although I hoped... He stared the way that a man stares, the way both Juan and Pedro stared, and not as a priest.
"Excellent," he said noticing that I hadn't yet removed my crucifix. "No, leave it. Don't take it off. I like you like that. It's very apt."
The crossbeam of his cross was high, much to high for me to be able to reach. So he placed a chair in front of it, and I had to stand on that chair, with my bare back against the upright of the cross. There were two pegs, one at each end of the crossbeam, and I was thankfully able to grasp these for support. As I held onto those small sturdy pegs, he fastened my arms to the crossbeam. He had to reach up to tie the knots, and as he did so, his robes brushed across my naked skin, my stomach and my breasts. He bound each arm in a long loop of soft cotton rope that began at my wrists and extended half way to the elbow.There was such a weird cocktail of emotions running through my body: fear, lust, reverence, and awe. And such excitement, such an unbelievable ferment in the pit of my stomach as he tied my ankles to each other and finally bound my legs to his cross.
"Excellent," he murmured, checking that these bindings were secure. "Are you ready?"
I nodded, not really knowing what to expect, what it was that I was agreeing to. I soon discovered.
As he pulled the chair from beneath my feet, my body slumped and my arms took the entirety of my weight. I clung desperately to the two wooden pegs. That, my Captain, was the first time I truly felt pain, unbelievable pain.
It started in my wrists and moved quickly to my arms. They were screaming in agony, pulling mercilessly upon my shoulders. I couldn't breathe. God, what panic! My diaphragm was stretched far too tightly for me to be able to inhale. I was suffocating, dying. My mind went to scream this fact aloud, only I couldn't breathe. God. He was going to kill me! He was going to snuff me for his picture of the naked Madonna. I had to breathe. God. How to breathe? What to do? Panic. I clenched my fists about the pegs and pulled hard, lifting my entire weight the couple of inches necessary. The pressure eased on my chest, and I sucked in several deep lungfuls of air. Two, three, four long desperate drags of precious oxygen. But with each breath, the pressure on my arms and shoulders mounted. They were holding me up, taking my weight. But they weren't up to it, the muscles were screaming, shaking: I wasn't strong enough. I had to rest. I felt myself weakening, slipping, sliding down the cross, the air being squeezed from my lungs as my arms gave way.
How long could I last? How long could I survive?
In anguish, I watched him take his comfort, settling into a comfortable chair with his sketchpad. There he began to pencil the shape of my agony, the lines of my breasts and the terror in my face, the tormented horror of a modern woman coming face to face with an archaic torture that has lost none of its venom.
Panic set in again. My lungs were screaming and demanding air. I was being asphyxiated. I pulled myself up, strained with every fiber to claw myself those couple of inches higher that would enable me to breathe.
He saw the misery in my face, the agony, the panic as every chaotic thought screamed that this was death, that I was staring it face to face, looking it in the eye. If I was left here much longer, then I was going to die.
I sucked in my precious air, gasping and panting, struggling to hold myself up, clenching my teeth, fighting my shoulders, screaming at my arms. They were weakening; they couldn't hold me much longer. Once more, my body slid down the cross. I felt the air being squeezed out of my lungs, leaving my face red and gaunt and wild-eyed.
But then a miracle. He got up from his chair, found another wooden peg like the ones I was clinging to with my hands, and pushed it into a hole prepared for it in the upright of the cross, just above my feet.
His face was level with my cunt, only inches away, but he was staring up into my eyes, reading the confusion and panic written there.
God, what was I thinking? I don't know. I don't think that I was thinking. I was running on instinct, on blind emotion. At that moment, I was so thankful to him, so grateful for the meager support he had provided for my feet. I had been so desperate that any small gift was a godsend.
But even in his comfort, he was cruel. As I reached frantically for the support, I realized that it was only large enough for a single foot. Oh God, of what use was this? With effort, I was just able to gain enough purchase to place the ball of one foot upon its narrow surface.
At first, this was enough. It was truly heaven to be able to breathe, even if with considerable difficulty. And it was absolutely wonderful to be able to give my arms a rest. I was so overwhelmingly grateful.
But very soon, I began to worry. I quickly realized that the gift of a footrest could only mean one thing: that my agony was now to be prolonged. He wasn't going to get me down. How long was he going to leave me dangling upon this cross?
With my weight now centered on that narrow peg, my feet were just irate balls of pain. I switched from foot to foot, each time setting myself a small goal to reach for.
A minute. I would count to sixty in my mind. Sixty seconds. I could do it. I was determined. One, two, three, four... The pain was beginning to build. I steeled myself: I could do it. Five, six, seven... The peg was higher than I would have ideally placed it, and so, in order to rest my foot, I'd had to tilt my hips forward. I had support, but it caused my back to ache, spasms of sciatica shooting down my spine and into my legs, into my thighs and my calves.
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine. God! I can do it! I can! I can! The pain! My chest was constricted and burning, breathing was labored and difficult. God, my back! Forty-three, forty-four.
He was staring at me, at my crippled body, at my pain, at my nakedness. And he was enjoying every moment of it. God. What had I got myself into? Had I turned myself into his personal floorshow? Is that what I was? Would he demand a lap dance next? Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty. I gritted my teeth. I had cramps in my legs, and in the ball of my foot, such pain... I wasn't going to make it. Hold on! Hold on! Fifty-three, fifty-four. Nearly there. Not much longer. I can do it. I can get to sixty, but I've got to concentrate. God! My arms! Fifty-five, fifty-six. I can. But he was gloating in my pain. I could see it in his eyes. I was his morning's entertainment. He was enjoying my suffering. Oh God. Fifty-seven. Oh dear Jesus. He was staring at my cunt: drawing it, deciding how wide to draw the slit, exaggerating the shape of my lower lips, filling in the extent of my pubic hair. The humiliation! Fifty-eight, fifty-nine. He's excited. He likes my pain. I'm turning him on! Why are my nipples hardening? Please no! If he sees, if he draws me like that...
Sixty.
I switched from my left foot to my right.
Relief.
Sudden relief. Oh sweet mercies! Thank you, thank you, thank you. What wonderful release!
But then it starts again. One, two, three... How long could I last this time. A minute? No way. Not again. Forty seconds, maybe. I could try for forty seconds.
Four, five, six...
My nipples are quite hard. Perhaps he won't see. Dear God, what foolishness is this? Of course, he will see. How can he not? Any moment, yes, he's looking. He's seen. He knows. He's beginning to draw. God, dear God, look how he's sketching them. They can't be that prominent, surely! How can my teats be protruding so far? Like small stubby pencils on the ends of my breasts?
I felt myself blush bright red, and then blushed still deeper because I knew that I was blushing.
God. It was awful. On and on, I endured. I thought it would never end. Several times I thought he was going to let me die. In fact, he left me there for about an hour, hanging, being crucified on his mock cross.
Can you imagine my confusion? Here was this man that I'd fantasized about, that I'd loved in my dreams, and now he was intent on recording my actual suffering for his canvas.
And I was letting him. This was the part I couldn't believe. I was actually letting him. Not once did I demand that he untie me and take me down.
You would have enjoyed being there, my Captain. You would have been pleased with the way that I suffered. At the end of the hour, he did let me down. I was faint and collapsed onto the floor, my lungs sore and tired but panting for air.
He left me there to recover, complaining that my skin was too pure and silky soft.
He returned a couple of minutes later wearing gloves and with a clump of nettles in his hand. My helpless fingers splayed out in a reflex of fear. I prayed despairingly to Jesus as he approached, begging for absolution, that this punishment atone for my impurity.
He began with my breasts, as I guessed that he would, but then moved on to my stomach and my thighs. My skin broke out in an unbroken rash. I wanted so urgently to scratch where the nettles had fallen, to placate my prickling front. Such fire! He finished with several upward sweeps between my legs, striking cruel blows on my sensitive genitalia.
God, that hurt!
When he finished, he got out a camera and took some pictures. I could hardly keep still. Those pictures were rather obscene. I was desperate to rub myself against something, anything, to calm the itching, especially the throbbing between my legs. Somehow, he managed to capture that agony in his photos. He told me that he needed the pictures in case he had to rework his portrait, but I didn't believe him. I know when I've aroused a man.
And yet deep inside, I wasn't disappointed. Not at all. I'm so ashamed to have to admit it, but I was pleased. After all, this was what I'd been yearning for in my dreams for several months now.
Nothing more happened that day. I went home disappointed, with my body stinging and sore from the nettles. But when I got there, I brought myself to the most amazing series of orgasms. I hated myself, cursed my weakness, but it was such bliss.
But out of despair came joy. Two weeks later, he asked me round again to see the finished picture. However, when I arrived, there was no picture, no pierced Madonna, only the photographs that he'd taken, laid out on the table in his study.
This time, he came straight to the point. "Please undress," he said.
"No," I whimpered. "I can't. Not again." But I knew that I could and that I would.
"Unless you undress," he said threateningly. "I'll show your husband these pictures. What do you think he'll have to say?"
I cried and begged him, but to no effect.He made me undress in open view, in front of him. I wasn't allowed into the corner this time. He was hardening. I had to do it with him watching.
"Kneel," he commanded when I was trembling and naked and fearful. I got down on to my knees, not daring to look up at him. Then he got out his tool and showed me that it was hard. "Look what you've done!" he exclaimed, holding his swollen cock only inches from my face. "Jezebel! I must punish you for this."
I succumbed to a surge of panic as he unbuckled his belt and glared menacingly at my breasts.
"Cup them," he ordered, pulling his belt through the loops of his trousers. I mewled softly, protesting, but then obediently placed my hands under my firm breasts, lifting them and squeezing them together.
Dear God!
In my mind there was no doubt what he intended to do. My feeling of exposure and vulnerability was disturbingly complete. He was going to beat me. He was going to strike me on my bare breasts with that belt and I was not going to stop him. I knew that I could if I wanted. If I really wanted, then I could stand up, get dressed and leave. No one would prevent me. He certainly wouldn't, he had far too much to lose. There was no one forcing me to kneel in front of him with my breasts cupped so that he could more easily beat them.
Why didn't I stop him? What was up with me? Although I wasn't yet ready to admit it, I knew already the answer. I deserved it.
Somehow I still felt that he had the right. He was my priest, my confessor, and so if he told me that this was penance for my lust, then that was the way it was, and I must endure it.
I wasn't downhearted, in fact the very opposite. It gave me hope, the prospect of being punished. Maybe a little pain was a sacrifice worth paying if it allowed me to continue wallowing, guilt-free, in my carnal desires.
I gritted my teeth and waited. He held one end of the belt, with it wound round his hand, swinging it threateningly, and his cock in the other hand, gripping that firmly at the base and pumping furiously.
It was so humiliating, holding my breasts out for him to punish, while he patiently played with himself, and waited. He seemed to want to milk my fear, to build my anticipation for the pain that was to come.
And then he began, bringing down the tail of his belt, cracking it against the upper swell of my proffered breasts, striking them again and again. I'm sure he had done this before. He seemed to know what he was doing. I wanted to scream, to cry aloud, and through my cries to relieve the pain and the torment. But I couldn't bring myself to let go. To display such weakness would have been even more humiliating.
The long length of leather rose and fell with an almost hypnotic rhythm, cutting through the air with a low whistle to stroke the entire, blushing quivering mounds of sore breast flesh. It was an accurate, efficient and deadly effective administration of punishment.
My soft white breasts were soon flawed with a deep crimson tan; the impression of the belt clearly marked for anyone to see. I closed my eyes and bit deeply into my lip, enduring, holding on. I was trembling. God. The pain was churning my insides: I felt sick inside. My chest was burning and stinging, the regular strokes painfully sharp.
I was desperate to move, to cover my bosom with my hands and arms, to protect myself, but I knew that I daren't. He hadn't told me that I could.
He varied his strokes, ensuring that each breast was struck in turn, spreading the strokes over each breast so that the flesh was an even color throughout. He paid particular attention to the nipples, landing several blows on each so that they stood out pointedly and glowed a deeper color than the surrounding flesh. Each time the belt connected with one of my poor teats, the agony was excruciating. It seared through my body bringing tears to my eyes. I couldn't look. I squirmed and wriggled, the dread mounting up inside me with an unstoppable urge.
Finally he stopped. "Let me see how you are marked," he panted.
My chest was aflame; the smarting concentrated in the tight sensitive buds of my nipples. They were sending such confused bittersweet messages to the rest of my body.
He was impatient. "Hurry. Let me see! Take your hands away. Come on. Put them up on your head!"
Obediently, I did as he asked. I uncupped my two punished mounds and placed my hands where he'd requested, elbows parallel to my shoulders, which I pressed back, so that my breasts were displayed to their best advantage. God, I was hot. To my shame, I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to lust as I lusted. It was wrong, I know. I know that. That's why I must now be punished, my Captain.
The flesh on the underside of my breasts was still milky white, but it merged gradually with the scarlet lined flesh where I'd been beaten. My small red-brown nipples were provocatively erect; pleading for relief from the smarting ache that covered them.
He made me stay like that, kneeling on the floor with my hands upon my head, naked with the upper part of my breasts stinging and on fire. I had to suffer the humiliation of that pose while he continued to pump his cock.
And yet, perversely, he was exciting me. I know that you don't wish to hear this, my Captain, but I ached to have his rod deep inside me. I couldn't help but stare at it voraciously, so hard was it as it glistened in the pale light of the window.
The agony in my breasts had become a strong itch, which continued unabated. I yearned to scratch and caress them, but I didn't dare move either my hands or my arms without his permission. The soles of my feet felt cold.
"Would you like me to fuck you," he asked. "Would you like me to stick my dick in your hot sticky pussy?"
"Oh, yes," I cried, reaching out beyond the shame of my words. I couldn't help it. I just needed him to take me, to fill my insides with his monster tool. "Please. Please fuck me. I need it so much."
But my entreaties fell upon deaf ears. "Delilah!" he yelled, slapping me hard with the full force of the palm of his hand. "Temptress!" His blow crashed against my cheek, jerking tears from my eyes and compounding my misery.
And still he continued pumping his cock, more furiously now. "I'm a man of the cloth: celibate. Don't you understand that? How dare you entice me with your witchery! Remain still, damn you!"
His balls were swollen with the pressure of his come. It was building, waiting for the moment to spurt. I was so humiliated, shamed, and yet still my breasts and pussy were on fire. I couldn't understand.
He slapped the undersides of my breasts, hard, bringing up his arm in a swift cruel movement, and striking with the flat of his hand. His firm hands beat the white virgin flesh that had escaped the belt, tempting me to rebuke him. I gasped, wanting to hold and protect my poor bruised breasts, and yet knowing that I daren't, that he held the mastery over me, that I would endure whatever he willed. He beat me again and again, causing the tears to stream down my face unchecked. I didn't care what he saw, how bad the degradation got now. Each time he struck, my breast would fly from off his hand, then jerking back wildly as if pulled by an invisible bungee cord.
He liked that.
His cock twitched and he groaned, tightening his hold upon the base of his hairy cock. And then he came, suddenly and almost without warning. His pump gun spurted potently, come jumping from the jerking tip and spraying across my crimson breasts. He waved it back and forth across my chest, so as to cover the widest area. Four, five times he spurted his creamy semen across my upper body. I gasped as the initial beads of warm come splashed across my front. I was unprepared, and feeling so foolish. It landed and then the sticky globules trickled down towards my aching nipples.
How can I tell you? Worse was to come. When he finished, he wiped his cock clean on the side of my breasts and then made me rub his come into my skin. He watched me most carefully, insisting that I rubbed and caressed my breasts, especially around the nipples, feeling such confused arousal, kneading his sticky fluid into my itchy flesh.
He knew what he was doing, how my actions were inciting my passion. And yet he wouldn't permit me to do what I so longed to do, to touch my pussy and bring relief to a body that was now on fire.
Instead, he kept me teetering just below the edge, craving to push myself towards an earth-shattering climax.
I was screaming inside, my nerves strained to breaking point, delirious with anguished frustration.
"Please," I begged, my dignity long gone. I ground my thighs together, trying to heighten my arousal. "Please let me finish. Just let me touch myself down there."
He made me explain, to tell him precisely what I wanted. "Pardon. What is it that you want to do?"
"Please," I pleaded. "I want to come. Please. Allow me to play with my pussy. Just a little. It won't take long."
Of course, he wouldn't hear of it. That was his hook, how he was able to draw me in. Instead, he told me to dress. I stood up, fuzzy-headed, my breasts stinging and on fire, and I crossed stiffly, awkwardly, to the small untidy pile of clothes lying in the corner. God. I was so very conscious of his dark burning eyes scrutinizing my every action, and his contented cock lying limp and sleepy upon his trousers.
He watched me sternly as I picked up my panties and poked my dainty little feet through the holes, drawing them quickly up my legs and over my hips. It was such an anticlimax. Every cell in my body was aching for satisfaction, pleading for it. I tugged my panties tight, pulling the gusset into my slit, feeling a measure of relief as it rubbed against my clit. Perhaps this way...
He coughed.
I looked up, only to see him with those large doleful eyes, shaking his head apologetically.Such frustration. I snorted with thwarted need, obediently dropping my hands and picking up my bra. I had to do something.
I tried to wriggle, to create my own friction as I pulled my bra over my throbbing breasts. I tried tightening my thighs together in an effort to release the pressure building between my legs.
But none of it worked. What disappointment! The sensation faded between my legs, and the fire slowly ebbed.
But he knew. He knew perfectly well what he was doing. He knew that the experience would last much longer with me this way. He knew that this way, I would be back.
As soon as I had finished dressing, he dismissed me. Just a parting wave of the hand, no goodbye, no thanks, nothing. He sent me away with his come covering my body, sticky and cold under my clothes.
I blushed all the way home, positive that people would smell his passion upon me, wondering how I would explain the soreness of my breasts to you, my Captain.
I couldn't wash him from my body. I tried hard as soon as I could. I showered but his stench wouldn't leave me. It was impossible. I knew, there was no going back, he owned me now. Just as an animal sprays his scent to mark a territory: this was his mark. My body was his now. My mind too, I knew it: he had only to threaten to reveal what I had done and I was as good as lost.
That was the beginning.
Please sir. These ropes, I'm tired. I'm hurting. Will you punish me now? I confess all this, for I have sinned. Please sir. I hope, because you love me, that you will ease my guilt and administer an appropriate punishment. It is right and proper that you should do it, because it's you that I have hurt through my unpardonable conduct. Please. I need it, my Captain. There is no one else that I can go to. I cannot confess in Church, not any more. Can you see that now? Please. Punish me, sir. I deserve it for the wickedness I have committed.
From outside the courtyard I heard a horrible moan followed by the noise of much jesting.
Soon. Oh yes. Soon. But not yet. There were other toys in the cupboard. And I hate to play alone.
End of Part Five | 4 |
104,886 | null | He left her standing against the wall screaming. He went to the control console, turned down the heat to 50 degrees, put on the thrash metal on high volume, and hit the strobe lights. Her world became cold, loud, and blinding. Add all of that to the knowledge that the search for her had been called off, and you get one mindfucked person. He left her there all night. In the morning, he changed the trash metal music to a tape of Halloween sounds with all the screaming and yelling, put the temp up to 95, and turned off the strobe lights. After 5 hours of that, she was bathed in sweat and could barely stand anymore, having been in the same spot for over 24 hours with her feet still in pain from the beating of her soles. Now she was alone in the dark with ear-piercing screams all around her and sweating like a pig. She finally fell. He released the winch just enough so she could sit without choking herself. Next, it was back to the strobe lights. She had been in the dark for hours, and when the strobes hit her, she screamed and tried to shield her eyes without much luck. After a long night of that, he turned off the strobes and played the tape of the news report over and over.
Two days later, he turned off the tape and put the temp back to a normal level and walked into the room. She had been tortured like this for 4 days now. She was sitting against the wall, staring blankly into space. She had pissed and shit herself several times, and the room smelled like an open sewer. He released her arms from the shackles, and they fell to her sides. She was in very bad shape. He was unsure if she had lost her mind. Maybe 4 days had been a bit too much. He walked over to her and looked in her eyes. She was still staring off into space, completely unaware he was there. So he slapped her hard across the face. That brought her back to reality, and she screamed and cringed away from him. He went over to the shower area and filled a bucket of water up with cold water, turned back to her, and tossed the water over her. She screamed again and was starting to whimper. He got the cattle prod from the other room, walked back in, and without her seeing it, zapped her. She screamed again and jumped.
He put the prod down and bent down in front of her. He needed to know if her mind was still working. "NORA!" he yelled. She looked straight into his face, whimpering. "Nora, what is your name? You may speak." "My name is Nora!" she yelled. "Good," he said. "What year were you born?" "1965," she replied in a smaller voice. "Very good," he answered back. "Now stand up." She tried to stand several times before she managed it. "Turn around," he barked the command, and she did. He handcuffed her hands and hit the release for the winch. He took her over to the shower and pushed her in and turned on the cold water. She jumped and yelled as the water hit her. She tried to move out of the spray, but he kept her in the shower for 15 minutes before turning it off and toweling her off. He led her back to the cot and uncuffed her. She was shaking. He gave her a cup of coffee and a cigarette. She downed the coffee in one gulp. He refilled her cup. She had stopped shaking after some time and seemed to be back in this world.
It was several days later when he returned to the room. He had left her alone on purpose. He had made sure she had water and food to eat and had made the shower available to her. She had not done much except eat and bathe a few times; she just stayed laying on the cot, sleeping or just looking up at the ceiling. He hit the lights three times, and at the signal, she went to stand at her place on the wall as the winch took up the slack in the line. He went inside and put a table and chair for himself and brought with him a pot of coffee and two mugs, poured them both some coffee, and put a fresh pack of cigarettes on the table as well. "Help yourself," was all he said.
She sipped her coffee and reached for a cigarette. He put the lighter on the table for her use. She lit it and took a long, slow pull before inhaling, and he saw her body relax a bit. He had one for himself, and they sat there in the silence, smoking and looking at each other. "Well, here we are. What shall we do?" She said nothing, not because she did not have permission to speak, but because she had nothing to say. "I guess it's time to tell you a few things. By now, you have, I hope, realized that your life belongs to me now. I hope you have given up and hope of escape from here or at least escaping alive. You know that there is no shining knight on a white horse coming to your rescue. So where does that leave you, you wonder? What meaning does your life have now? How long will you endure this torment? All of these are good questions, and now I will give you the answer. Your life as you knew it is over. Your new life begins today. Today, you learn what you will be for the rest of your life: mine. You now have only one thing to care about: me. That is your only concern. You are going to be taught how to please me in every way. You are going to be taught that my happiness comes before your own. In time, you will learn that making me happy will bring you happiness. Not making me happy will mean pain and torture for you. So you now have a choice to make. Do you begin to learn how to make me happy and, in doing so, bring yourself happiness, or do we continue like this, and you live in fear and pain, and I take what I want from you anyway until one day I grow tired of you and torture you to death? I can make your life pleasant and enjoyable, or I can make your life a living hell. I will leave you now, Nora. I will come back in one hour, and then you will tell me your choice."
One hour passes, and he returns to the room and sits down at the table. He had been watching her from the control room, watching her and her mind working, watching as she talked to herself, watched as she would go from calm and quiet to weeping with great anguish, watching as she would recall the pain and then see her regain her composure only to lose it again with anger and hatred. A million emotions came and went from her face in that hour. Now, as he sat before him, she was calm and quiet. "Well, Nora, have you reached your decision? You may speak." She looked away from him and with a quiet voice said, "Yes." "Sorry, I did not get that. Please repeat it." She turned to him and said in a strong voice, "YES, I will do as you say." "Very good. A wise decision. And now, you will see what I mean by making me happy, you make yourself happy." He rose from the table and went to the control room. He returned with a bundle under his arm. He placed the bundle on the table and told her, "You may get dressed," and unrolled the bundle, giving her a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and socks. She looked down at the clothes, not believing what she saw. "Tomorrow will begin your training. I suggest that you get a good night's sleep." He rose and left the room, closing the door behind him. He released the winch so she could move, and he watched as she began to dress. She had tears in her eyes; he was unsure if they were happy tears from being allowed to dress or sad because she had given in to him. | 5 |
104,891 | The Room | He had left her alone in the room for two days. He watched her through the one-way mirror. She slept, ate some fruit from the fridge, and used the computer. Through its connection with his computer, he was able to see what she was looking at. She started by scanning the newspapers from the town where she lived. She found several stories about a missing bank bookkeeper and the search for her. She started to cry when the story read that the police had no leads. He already knew that as he was keeping up with the investigation. Later, she watched some TV. She was watching some corny soap operas. During those first two days, he made no attempt to speak to her or show her any sign that he was there. He kept the room temperature at a comfortable setting and had made the water and shower available to her.
Then it was time. In the middle of the night as she lay sleeping, he flashed the room lights 3 times. She did not awaken. Then he hit the switch on the garage door opener. She started to be pulled from the bed towards the wall. She awoke with a scream, and her hands came up trying to loosen the collar. She remembered what she had to do. She went over to the wall and waited. The winch stopped as she was standing against the wall and could not move anywhere. He opened the door and walked in. She had fear in her eyes, but she remembered rule 1--no talking. "Put your hands in the shackles." She complied. He hit the button on his belt device, and both shackles closed around her wrists. She had started to shake a little from the fear.
He walked up close to her and removed a pair of leather gloves like the kind used by drivers. He stared directly at her as he put on the gloves. He made sure they were on all the way and tight around his fingers. With no warning, his first blow landed on her face. He had slapped her very hard with his open hand. Her head moved from the force, and she let out a scream. He began to slap her face, one side then the other, over and over again. She was crying and screaming. He did this non-stop for almost ten minutes. Her cheeks were bright red and had already started to bruise before he stopped. Her head lay limp, and she was sobbing. Again, with no warning, he gave her four punches in the stomach. Her head came up as she heard the whoosh of air leaving her body. She was now staring him right in the face as she spit and sputtered, trying to catch her breath. He then attacked her face again, landing slap after slap, watching her head move back and forth. She still had not caught her breath, so all she could do was stare at him with a look of terror in her eyes. He was being very careful not to cause any lingering damage to her, but yet the beating continued. Again, he hit her stomach and her kidneys in rapid time before returning to deliver more blows to her face. He could see she was almost ready to pass out, and he then delivered a kick to her groin. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped down in her bonds.
He left her there unconscious and left the room. He went outside to the control panel and played back the tape recording he had just made. He took off his pants and pulled out his dick, which was harder than he had ever been. In less than a minute, he had the most powerful orgasm of his entire life. He came so hard that the semen flew 5 feet from where he was standing, and then he could no longer stand and fell to the ground, still seeing stars. He rested for a few minutes, then hit the release for the shackles and the garage door opener, and Nora fell to the floor, unmoving.
She lay still for almost 30 minutes before starting to stir. She didn't move much, as he was sure she was in great pain. Her face was a mess. Both sides were all puffy and black and blue. She curled up into a fetal ball and was softly crying. But tonight was not yet done. He reset the temperature to 55 degrees and put in a CD of the loudest headbanging music he could find, set the volume to its max, and flipped the switch. She jumped as the roaring sound filled the room and ran from one end of the room to the other, trying to get away from the noise, but it was no use. Soon, she slumped to the floor and held her hands to her head and started to shake from the cold. He left her like that for the rest of the night as he went upstairs, made himself a nice meal, ate, took a shower, and then went to bed, falling asleep very quickly.
He woke in the morning feeling well-rested, dressed, made some coffee, and then headed downstairs to see Nora. She had not moved from the spot last night and was lying on her side, shaking. He looked at her face, and it had swelled a great deal from last night. It looked like both of her eyes had swelled shut, and he could see just a faint bluish hue to her skin from the cold. He sat down at the control center, turned off the music, and reset the temperature to a more comfortable setting. When the music stopped, she raised her head and looked around the room, but he could tell she could see nothing. Through the intercom, he told her he was coming in and that if she did anything at all to upset him, he would begin on her where he stopped last night. He went inside, and she cringed back from him as she heard him get near. "Stop that and stay still," he said as he picked her up. "Do you need to use the toilet?" She nodded her head, and he placed her on the toilet and soon heard her release her bladder. "I am going to put you in the shower," he told her. "Brace yourself," he said as he turned on the water. She arched her back and let out a wail as the water hit her, but soon she calmed down, and he washed her body. He then removed her from the shower, dried her shivering body, and placed her on the cot with a blanket. She again curled into a ball and fell asleep. | 5 |
105,063 | The Green Door Part One | Holly walked slowly down the street, past the old building with the marquee still advertising a long-forgotten movie. She could vaguely remember her mother taking her to movies there when she was a small girl. Now her Mom was gone, and her Dad was alone with her and her sisters. The theater had closed four years before, a year before her Dad had been injured in the accident that killed her mother.
Her father was only able to run the small news stand he owned for part of the day. Holly had to try to be a mother to her little sisters and try to feed and clothe them all on the pitiful insurance and disability payments her Dad received. Holly was ten, going on thirty. A little girl with big people problems.
She had talked to Tricia a couple of days ago. Tricia was in her class, a girl from her part of town. Two months ago, Tricia had come to class in a new outfit. She had been wearing nice new outfits every few days since, and finally Holly had asked her where her family was getting all the money for new clothes. Tricia had sworn her to secrecy, and then told her she would tell her at recess, but Holly had to swear to never divulge her secret. Tricia was only telling her because she and Holly had been friends for all their school years. Now they were fifth graders, but Holly could no longer play or have friends over because of all her housework.
At recess, Tricia and Holly were in a secluded corner of the schoolyard. Tricia made Holly cross her heart and swear on her mother's grave never to tell. Holly did.
"Now tell me, Tricia. Hurry or recess will be over."
"Well," long pause while Tricia looked all around. "I'm only doing this because they want some new girls..."
"Come on Tricia! Tell me!"
"Okay. Remember the old theater?"
"Yes."
"Some guys fixed the inside up, and they have... shows."
"Shows? You mean movies?"
"Not exactly. More like people shows."
"Like singing and dancing people shows?"
"N-Not exactly."
"Come on Tricia, tell me!"
Tricia looked all around again. Kids were starting to drift toward the classroom door. Recess was almost over. "They have girl shows. Girls and boys. Girls and men. I make lots of money. Men give me tips. Mr. Brown said he needs girls who can keep their mouth shut. Go to the green side door on the alley, and knock three times if you want a job."
Before Holly could open her mouth, the bell rang, and Tricia was off. "Wait! Tricia wait! What kind of shows?"
"Green door! Knock three times." Tricia shouted back over her shoulder.
Holly started over to Tricia's desk, but the teacher caught her eye and motioned to her. She went up to her desk.
"Your sister Patty is sick, and she is in the nurse's office. She needs to go home. Your father said he cannot come to pick her up, so you have to take her home."
"Okay," Holly said. She looked toward Tricia as she picked up her backpack and put her books for homework in it, but there was no chance to say anything. She went and picked up eight-year-old Patty and led the pale little girl out of the school. This meant she would have to come back in a little while for six-year-old Mindy when she got out.
"I threw up!" Patty said as they went out the door. "All over my desk."
"Who cleaned it up?"
"The teacher called the janitor. They took me to the nurse and she gave me some medicine. She said I have to stay home tomorrow."
"Well, Daddy can watch you. You better go to bed when we get home." Lucky for them, it was only four and a half blocks.
Holly got Patty home and left her with their father. When she had to start back to school to walk Mindy home, she had extra time, so Holly walked past the theater. It didn't look any different from the outside. She even made a side trip down the alley. The side door had been painted a bright green color.
She went on back to school and brought Mindy home. Then she had to help Daddy with supper. She asked Daddy if they could eat early, she needed to see someone about a possible job. Daddy tried to ask her about it, but she put him off, saying she would tell him later. Daddy was easy to put off anymore, the accident had done something to his head, so he was only able to take in the most simple things.
Now she was back at the theater and she had walked back and forth in front of the theater for five minutes, and she made up her mind and headed down the alley. She walked up to the green door and knocked three times. A very short pause, then the door was opened. A tall, very dark black man was standing there.
"Yes?" He said.
"Um, Tricia told me that I might be able to get a job here."
"Come in." The man opened the door wider.
Holly entered and followed the man a short distance down a hall to an open door. She saw several kids inside, sitting on couches. Two girls she recognized from her school, the rest were strangers. The man beckoned a tall, slightly lighter brown boy over to them.
"Boy, you take this lil' ole gal up to see the boss man, hear? And you come right on back down here soon as Mr. Brown say he done with you."
"Yes, Dad. Come on, girl. What's your name?"
"Holly."
"Glad to meet you Holly, My name is Jamal." He held his hand out, and Holly took it, and he led her to a stairway. Holly could not see any of the inside of the theater she vaguely remembered. What happened to the seats, the screen, the stage? Jamal led her up the stairs. "You going to try to work here?"
"Yes. Was that tall man your father?"
"Yeah. His name is William. Everybody calls him Willie, but he likes to be called William. I hope you get on. You're real pretty. I'd like to work with you. How old are you Holly?"
"I'm ten. What kind of work do you do here?"
"I'm thirteen. We're not allowed to tell anybody what we do, unless they are working already too. Mr. Brown will tell you all about it." They came to a door, and Jamal knocked on it.
"Come in," a voice called out.
Jamal opened the door. "Mr. Brown, this is Holly. She is looking to work here."
Holly stepped through the door. The man behind the desk was white, about her father's age, and just a little on the plump side. He was white, with brown hair and a little mustache. He looked Holly up and down as he pushed his chair back and got up. "Okay Jamal, thank you. You can go now." Jamal squeezed Holly's hand and left, closing the door behind him.
Holly looked around the room. There was a couch and a couple of leather chairs in the room besides the desk. There was a screen across most of the back wall. Mr. Brown spun one of the leather chairs around and sat on it. He beckoned Holly to come stand in front of him.
"Hi Holly. Who told you about us?"
"Tricia. She's in my class. But she wouldn't tell me anything, just to knock three times on the green door."
"That is what she was told to do. So you're ten years old too?"
"Yes."
"Tricia told us something about you. You could use more money at your house, buy some new clothes and such?"
"Yes. And my sisters need clothes too. I need to earn some money to help my Daddy." A tear ran down her cheek. She was embarrassed as she brushed it off.
Bob Brown was busy looking over her figure in her too-short, too-tight dress. He noted the lack of a slip or undershirt, the tiny budding breasts straining the bodice of the dress, no training bra. The scuffed and almost worn-out sneakers. Yes, this was a real possibility. Now to see just how bad she wanted it. "Holly, can you keep a secret?"
"Uh huh. I never tell secrets."
"You can earn a lot of money, but you cannot tell anyone what you really do. If you do, then there will be no more job and no more money. We will give you a story you can tell your family."
"Okay, what do I have to do?"
"Before I tell you that, I'd like to ask you some questions, and I need to check you out to see if you really can do the job, and if you really want it. At any rate, you get twenty dollars just for your time here, and a free examination. Fair enough?"
"An examination?"
"Yes, We have to make sure you are able to perform the job, and will do what we ask you to do. Do you still want the job?"
"Oh yes! I really want to work." Whatever Tricia could do, she could do just as well.
So the man asked her a lot of questions about herself and her family. Then he started in with more personal questions, that made Holly blush to answer them. No, she had never done anything with boys or men. No, she had never had any periods yet.
Then Mr. Brown took her hand and led her behind the screen and told her to get undressed. It was like a little room in a doctor's office there. There was a padded bench thing, with paper on it, and he handed her one of those little gowns to put on. Holly hesitated a moment, but darn, she wanted this job. She took off her clothes and put on the gown. She was rather surprised to see Mr.Brown came back in with a white jacket on.
He took her pulse, blood pressure, checked her teeth and throat,
and then her heart and lungs with his stethoscope. Then it got
more personal.
"Will you take off the gown now, Holly? I have to see that your
body is alright, no scars or whatever?"
"I have a small scar on my knee, sir."
"Yes, I noticed that. I need to check your whole body now."
Holly took off the gown and stood before him in the nude. Mr.
Brown looked over her body, turning her slowly around. Then he
pulled up a stool and stood her in front of him as he poked and
prodded, then fondled her small beginnings of breasts until her
nipples stood out hard. Then he went to her vulva, rubbed his
fingers over the fine little spray of blonde hairs on her mound,
and cupped it in his palm as he caressed her clitoris with a
finger. Holly noticed then that Mr. Brown wore no rubber gloves
in his doctor role.
Finally, when she had responded to his caress down there by her
clitoris becoming engorged and hard and standing erect, he said,
"Climb up on the table, and lie on your back, Holly."
Holly crawled on the table and lay there in the nude as Mr.
Brown put some funny metal things in the end of the table. Then
he took hold of each of her legs and bent them back, and wide
apart and put her feet in stirrup-like things.
Holly was wide open, everything spread for Mr. Brown to see.
She blushed a bright red.
"No need to be embarrassed, dear. Just a vaginal inspection.
It will only take a couple of moments."
Holly thought it was taking considerably longer than a couple
of moments. First, she felt his bare fingers on her lips down
there, and he spread them even wider open. Then she felt a
probing finger enter the small hole down there, not her pee hole,
the other one. She felt a small stinging sensation as he tested
the size of that hole, and Holly jumped a little in spite of her
position.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. You are certainly a virgin, and that is good." Then
he stuck that same finger up in her poo hole! He felt around up
there while his other hand, his other fingers were tickling her
clitoris, or what Holly called her "tickle bump." The intrusion
into her forbidden hole, and the fingers on her tickle bump were
too much sensation for Holly.
"Um-mmm... er, Mr. Brown?"
"It's alright, Holly, I'm just testing your ability to respond.
You are doing very well. Just a moment or so more. We have an
order for a smaller ten-year-old virgin with blonde hair and blue
eyes, and you will get a big bonus if you want the job. I just
have to be sure of your responses. Just relax, Holly."
He pulled his finger out of her and went to a little sink and
washed his hands. Holly thought he was done, so she laid her
head back and regarded the ceiling as she waited for him to
dismiss her. As she laid there, a very soothing music started
coming from a speaker at the head of the table. Mr. Brown walked
around the foot of the table, and suddenly Holly felt something
warm and wet down on her private place. She raised her head
again and met Mr. Brown's eyes. He had his face in between her
legs! He was licking her on her private place! Holly had heard
rumors that bad men did this, but never thought it would happen
to her.
Mr. Brown moved his head up slightly and winked at Holly as his
tongue found her clitoris. As she was coming down from the shock
of that sensation, his arms snaked up around each hip, and onto
her sensitive little nipples. Holly was drowning in new
sensation. She dropped her head back again and closed her eyes.
She tried to think of what to do, but her mind would only dart
from her left breast, to her clitoris, to his warm hands, to his
hot breath, to his lips closing around her tickle bump and to his
tongue! Ah, his tongue. It was causing her so much pleasure
between her legs, she had no idea of what to do.
Then she realized that over the music she was hearing a
soothing voice, telling her to just relax. Relax and listen to
the music, and enjoy the sensations. Just relax...
"Uh! Ooh! Oh yes!" The words escaped her lips, and she had
no idea. A red flush suffused her chest, up from her nipples, up
her neck, even her ears were flushed and warm. Her hands were
clenched, and up in the stirrups, her toes were flexing and
wiggling with the delicious torment. Her hips thrust up, and she
used the leverage she had from her leg support to lift herself,
not to escape that tongue, but to pursue it.
A warm wave started at the junction of her thighs, and spread
up through out her body. She was on a rising tide of sensation,
it was flooding her body, she stiffened and straightened and Mr.
Brown's mouth followed her every move. Her orgasm took her and
she cried out, "Aaaah! Ooooh!" She clutched Mr. Brown's head
with both hands, held his mouth tight to her mound as her body
convulsed, then abruptly thrust it away as her body collapsed
onto the table.
Mr. Brown stood, wiped his lips and chin with some tissues and
then dried her cleft and mound of saliva. "Well, Holly, you are
doing very well. One final test, and then you are done. You may
get dressed now and then join me on the couch."
Holly heard him as if from a distance. She raised her head and
the music and voice stopped. She felt very weak and was hardly
able to disengage her legs from the stirrups. She sat up, then
slipped off the bench and found her panties and put them on. She
noticed she was still very tender and sensitive in the area of
her tickle bump. As she slid her dress over her head and down
over her chest, her nipples were very sensitive also. She knew
that her test was actually a sexual assault, and she knew nothing
about sex, but she hoped she did okay enough to get the job.
Just one more test, he said. She decided she would do her best,
no matter what. She put her socks and shoes on and walked
around the end of the screen.
Mr. Brown was sitting on the couch, without his white coat on,
and he patted the seat beside him. "You've come through with
flying colors so far, Holly. Now you need to be very frank with
me, and tell me all you know about sex."
"I, um, I don't know hardly anything, sir. Just what the girls
talk about at school. About boys they kissed and such."
"You've never played 'show me yours' or 'doctor' with boys?"
Holly shook her head no.
"Do you play with yourself, Holly?"
Here Holly blushed, and just nodded her head yes.
"Don't be ashamed, or embarrassed, Holly. Most of us do that.
But you need to learn things that please men. The girls that
make big tips are the ones that make men feel good. Sometimes a
man will want you to make him feel good. Do you know what to do
to make a man feel good, Holly?"
Holly shook her head no. She didn't know anything about men,
except what she had seen of Daddy.
"Remember what I just did to you, Holly. Did it make you feel
good?"
Holly blushed a bright red. Did she remember? She had never
felt like that in her short life! She looked down and nodded.
"You know, Holly, you are very pretty and appealing when you
blush. If you can do that for some of the men, you will really
be popular. One thing you will have to do is learn what gives
men pleasure. Here is your first lesson. Now I want you to show
me what I did to you before." Bob Brown held his breath. What
Holly did now would determine if she was hired or not.
Holly looked at him. A flash of shock had shown on her face at
first, but she had rearranged her features to ask the question,
"How do I do it, Mr. Brown? Will you please show me how?"
"Good girl, Holly! Of course I will. First, you take off the
man's pants." He indicated his belt.
Holly leaned over and unfastened it, then on her own, she
lowered his zipper. Then Mr. Brown lifted his rear off the couch
and Holly pulled them down. Mr. Brown had removed his shoes too,
and Holly pulled the pants all the way off and took them and
folded them over one of the stools. She returned to the couch,
and regarded Mr. Brown's boxer shorts for a moment, then she got
her courage up, and took hold of the top snap at the waistband
and unfastened it, and then the next one. She spread the flaps
open, seeing the bottom of his hairy belly, and his wiry pubic
hair. The top of his penis where it came out of his body was
visible, and the rest sprang out, about half hard as she pulled
the shorts down his hips and thighs as he lifted himself.
Holly was faced with the first adult penis she had seen up
close and personal. She pulled the shorts the rest of the way
off, and deposited them on his pants. Then as she returned to
the couch, Mr. Brown spread his legs, and indicated she should
kneel between them.
The little girl had never been this close to a strange man
before. Holly had just the basic knowledge of a man's equipment.
She really was curious about his penis and that hairy sack
hanging down, but she was kind of shy about showing her
curiosity. Nice girls didn't look at things like this, but she
decided she wasn't that nice of a girl anymore after what they
had already done. Mr. Brown started to speak.
"Holly, I know you are curious, and I want you to inspect and
look me over as much as you want, but there is something you must
learn to do first. See those tissues on the table? Take one."
She did as she was told. "It's wet!" She exclaimed.
"Yes, it is moistened with an odorless, tasteless antiseptic
solution. Always use one of these to clean up the man's genitals
before you handle them or, um, do other things to them. Go ahead,
wipe off my cock and balls."
Holly knew what he was referring to. She took the tissue and
spread it open and enveloped the shaft of his big thing, his cock
in the rag and wiped it up and down. The loose skin moved up and
down too. She sat back and regarded it in awe.
"Hold it with one hand and wipe with the other, Holly."Then pull that loose skin way down and expose the whole head.
Holly gingerly held the shaft with two fingers and thumb, and wiped up and down with the other hand. Then she pulled the loose skin back, having to make two tries at it, until a purple thing was all exposed. She wiped that off good, then looked at Mr. Brown for instructions.
"That is good, Holly. Stretch the skin down as far as it will go and wipe around under the rim, then carefully wipe the sack thing under there. A man is very sensitive there, so be gentle."
Holly very carefully followed his instructions. As she wiped the sack thing, she could feel two things moving around inside, like they were trying to avoid her fingers. She gently held one, and it felt like a big bean in there. She wondered why they called them balls, when they were like big beans. Finally, she could not stretch the wiping out any longer. She looked up at Mr. Brown again.
"Very well, Holly. Now I want you to look it all over and satisfy your curiosity. First, point or hold each part and I will tell you the proper and slang names for them." He took the tissue from her. "That is the shaft you are holding. It is my penis, or cock or dick, or prick, it has lots of names. That purple end is the glans penis, or head, or little head. The corona is that rim around the bottom of the head. It is quite sensitive. The slit at the end is the urethra opening, or pee hole. It is also where the semen that contains sperm comes out. Cum or baby juice. Hold the penis so we can see the bottom."
Holly complied, being careful not to aim that pee hole at her face, just in case.
"There, see where the skin is fastened to the shaft and head? That is another very sensitive part. That loose skin is called the foreskin. If you move it up and down like this, it is called masturbating or jacking a man off. Last, is when you put it into your mouth. That is called a blow job, or cock sucking. Jacking off and sucking cock are some of the most enjoyable things a girl can do to a man, besides fucking. That is when the man puts his penis into your vagina and moves it around. Mr. Hassan is going to pay very well to do that to you, so do not mess around with any boys, or allow anything to be stuck up there before then."
"Yes, sir, I won't."
Mr. Brown had spent about five minutes pointing out each part of his penis and showing Holly how that part worked. Then he had her hold that sack in the palm of her hand. "That is my scrotum, or sack and my balls are inside. Always be very careful with a man's balls. Now I want you to show me how you will play with my penis, and suck me to make me cum. Your last test. Remember, you have to try to make me feel that you love to make me feel very good, and that you enjoy what you are doing."
"Okay, Mr. Brown." Holly felt a rush of fear. She didn't know what she was doing! She had never touched a man before now. Then she thought. Tricia probably had never done it either, and she got a job. All she could do was do her best. She took a careful hold of the penis in front of her and started to move the loose skin up and down as she thought of what to do next. 'Kiss it' she thought. 'Pretend it is a little doll you love very much.' That is what she did. She kissed the purple head, and nuzzled the whole penis up to her cheek and then started at the underside at the base, and slowly ran her tongue up the underside, ending with several licks and kisses of the underside of the head where he had told her it was so sensitive, then she spread her tongue and licked all around the rim of the head. When Mr. Brown moaned and thrust his now rock hard penis toward her, she knew she was doing something right.
"Yesss!" Mr. Brown hissed.
Holly held his penis up toward his belly, which opened his sack and balls to her tongue. She licked all around his sack, and then kind of nibbled gently back up his cock again until she reached the tip, which she licked again, and then slipped the whole thing in between her lips and teeth, closing her lips on it, but keeping her teeth far away, as she licked it all over the head with her tongue.
Mr. Brown grunted and moaned again, and put a hand on her head to start a bobbing movement and make her lips ride over the corona again and again. She continued to use her tongue on his sensitive parts, because she remembered how his tongue had felt on her parts. When Mr. Brown moaned again, and moved his hips, Holly knew she was making him feel good. She let his hard penis slip out of her mouth again, and licked all over the head, then she engulfed it again, taking it in as far as she could, until she gagged a little and had to let it back out again.
But that had the desired effect on Mr. Brown. He bucked his hips up next time it went into her mouth, pushing it back into her throat again, but this time it actually entered her throat a little and she didn't gag. She pushed her head down on it until it was all the way in her, and his big head thing was down her throat. But she didn't have much breath, so she let it slide out again as Mr. Brown shuddered, and groaned in pleasure. Then Holly took a big breath, then went all the way down on it again. This time she shook her head a little while Mr. Brown bucked and moaned loudly. Finally, she had to breathe, so she let it slide slowly back out.
Mr. Brown murmured to her, "Just use your hands now." He showed her how, then Mr. Brown took a bunch of tissues from a box as Holly jacked and rubbed the loose skin up and down Mr. Brown's penis. Mr. Brown's slippery wet cock. He grunted, and thrust his hips up, and semen spurted into the tissues he was now holding over his cock head. "UH! UH! Don't stop yet, Holly!" For a couple more seconds, he held himself up, and his cock spurted smaller and smaller jets, until the last ones dribbled down over Holly's fingers. "Now stop."
"Mr. Brown! What was that stuff?"
"Holly, you just made me climax, cum, shoot my load."
"I did?"
"Yes. You can call me Bob now, because you have passed all your tests. You know how to please a man, and I'm sure you will learn more ways. What you did at the end is called deep throat, and if you learn to do that well, you will be in demand here. And now I want you to taste your fingers."
"My fingers?" Holly looked at her cum-smeared hands. "Taste your stuff, your cum? Isn't that the stuff that makes babies?"
"Yes, and it is perfectly safe to swallow. Some girls like the taste, and most of the men here will expect you to swallow it when they cum in your mouth."
"Oh." Holly said, and looked at her fingers doubtfully. Then she took one finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. To her surprise, it wasn't near as bad as she thought it would be. Yes, she could do this! Smiling at Mr. Brown... Bob, she licked all her fingers clean.
"You gave me a good cum, Holly, and I'm going to send you home with forty dollars tonight. Twenty to remind you to keep quiet about what you have learned, and a twenty-dollar tip from me for such a good blow job. And here is sixty dollars advance for you to buy some pretty panties and a new dress for next time you come. That will be Saturday afternoon, alright?"
"Yes, Mr... er, Bob." Gosh, Holly was thinking. A hundred dollars. She had never seen a hundred dollars before. She folded the money carefully and clutched it in her fist. "Ah, what time, Bob?"
"Two o'clock. You will work with Jamal for practice, and then do one show, and be done at four o'clock. An easy day."
"Thank you, Bob. I'll be here. I'll shop Saturday morning for some new clothes." Then her face fell. "Oh, I can't. My Daddy works mornings, and I have to stay with my sisters." Holly thought it over. "Maybe I can take the girls shopping too. I'll be here." She made sure again she had her money, and she left.
At home, Holly did not show her father all of her money. She gave him twenty dollars, and told him she had a job watching some children, and would help with grocery money. She said she needed some decent clothes for her job as it was a rich family. Her daddy tried to give her the twenty back, but Holly made him keep it for some extra groceries, and some sweet treats for the little girls.
That Saturday, all the girls went shopping, while daddy worked his news stand. Holly bought herself a new dress, and then they went over and bought new underwear for all of them. This pretty well exhausted the funds Holly had. She hoped she would have something to show for the afternoon work. But she did have one new dress and they all had some new undies. Holly felt pretty good as she fixed lunch.
That afternoon, Holly got all cleaned up, and at a quarter to two, she was knocking three times on the green door. The tall black man opened the door again.
"Hello, William," Holly said as she gave him a sweet smile. "May I come in?"
"Sure you can, little lady," William said with a big smile. He led her to the little room where the girls waited to be called.
Jamal came into the room and got her at two o'clock. "Mr. Brown wants us up in his office right away," He told her.
Mr. Brown's door was open so they went in. There was a blanket on the floor. Mr. Brown came out from behind his desk. "My Holly, you look very nice."
"Thank you, er, Bob." Holly saw Jamal glance at her.
"Now I need you to take it all off."
Holly was kind of startled by what Bob said. "Huh?" Did he want her to undress in front of Jamal? A boy?
"Yes Holly, Jamal is going to be undressed too. You two are going to do the three o'clock show today."
Holly started to unsnap her dress. She slipped the shoulders down her arms and let it drop, then spotting a hanger on a hook on the screen, she hung up the dress.
Jamal had slipped his shirt and pants off and dropped them on the couch.The two children stood facing each other, clad only in their shoes, socks, and underpants. Jamal sat on the couch and took off his shoes and socks. As Holly sat on the other end, she noticed the large lump in Jamal's jockey shorts. She took off her shoes and socks, and both of them stood at the same time. They both grasped their underwear at the same time and pulled their garments down and off. Holly thought Jamal's cock looked awfully large for a boy just a few years older than her. And it didn't even look like it was hard like Bob's cock had been.
"Okay kids, down on the blanket. Holly, you on the bottom. Jamal, you are going to do Holly first..."
And so the rehearsal went. Bob Brown ran them through it once, then a second time in costume and with music. Finally, he was satisfied, and it was time for Holly's first show to begin.
The two children were on a low round couch-like affair on one side of a twenty-foot-wide circular stage. There were loge-type boxes all around the stage, every box having an excellent view as the stage rotated. The boxes had only a single male occupant each, all adults, while most but not all had a much smaller female as well, and four of the boxes had two small females attending to the male occupant as they waited for the show to begin.
As the lights came up, Holly was lying on the couch in a sheer white vest and pantaloons, designed to reveal, rather than conceal, her undeveloped body. Jamal was fanning her with a palm leaf fan. He was clad in a small loincloth. In the background, there started a recording of a couple of drums beating out the opening bars of Ravel's Bolero. The hypnotizing flute music started the refrain, and the stage started to slowly rotate. It made a full revolution before the princess beckoned to her slave as the lone flute was joined by an oboe. Jamal knelt at her side as Holly opened the tie on his loincloth and let it drop. Jamal's large cock flopped free and began to harden as Holly lovingly fondled and stroked it. Jamal leaned over her, and they kissed as Holly stroked Jamal to full erection. As the audience members looked on, the ones with companions toyed with their little bodies as they watched the show. The lone males stroked their own members. The woodwinds joined in the refrain.
As Jamal kissed Holly, he first stroked her body over the sheer vest and pants, which hid none of her charms. Then he began to strip the girl. As he stripped the garments from her body, he began to kiss and lick his way down her chest, as Holly moaned and sighed in passion. Violins joined the flutes and woodwinds. As Jamal slid down her body, Holly had to release his erection with a final lingering caress. Jamal's head moved from Holly's nascent breasts to her stomach, then to her lower lips, her body writhed in ecstasy as her legs opened wide to give all the men peeks at her most intimate parts.
The princess writhed and twisted under the thick lips and long strong tongue of the boy. Her pelvis was moving up and around as his lips found her clit. The contrast between the petite white-bodied girl and the tall, brown slave was not lost on the viewers. As the brass instruments began to join in, and the music grew louder, the sexual excitement between the two youngsters continued to mount. The men in the audience had their naked little partners either between their legs fellating them, or they were being cuddled and molested by the men as they watched the show. The music swirled on, sinuous and sexual.
As Holly had to save her virginity for the man who had bid the most for it, Jamal was not allowed to use fingers or tongue on that tender part of her, so he concentrated on her clit. Holly moaned aloud and cried out little cries, not all of them fake, because Jamal was very adept at rousing sexual feelings with his long tongue. Jamal knew the instrument to listen for that signaled the middle of the piece, and when he heard it, he proceeded to bring Holly right up to her orgasm on his dancing tongue. As she orgasmed, Jamal abandoned her sex and slipped up beside her to hold her and kiss her lips.
Holly very soon recovered, and sat up. Jamal sprang to his feet, but Holly beckoned him to kneel before her on the couch. She took his erect penis by cupping one hand beneath it, and bent down to take him between her lips. The pair was in profile to the audience as the stage slowly rotated. Then Holly cupped both her hands around Jamal's balls as she deep-throated the boy as she had learned to do with Bob Brown. Jamal grunted and groaned.
"Go easy on that throat thing, Holly," Jamal told her in a low voice. "I got to last a while longer here." Jamal had enough experience with intercourse that the constriction of Holly's throat around the head of his penis made him think of a tight little pussy, which made him want to shoot his load. Jamal was desperately trying to think of anything besides having his cum, but the girl was a wonderful cock sucker, and that thought came back to him every time Holly moved her tongue around the head of his cock. "Hey Girl, give me a break, okay? Fake it for a minute."
So Holly just bobbed her head on Jamal's cock with her mouth loose around it, and no tongue action. It looked real to the audience.
The music was an extended version of Bolero, and lasted a full ten minutes. Since Jamal's half of the show was half of that time, he was hard put to last under the dual stimulation of first performing on Holly, and being aroused by her reaction, and then having her perform on him. Damn! That little girl was good! Just started in, and a virgin, and she could suck a cock like a pro! Jamal caressed Holly's tiny breast buds while she took it easy on him for a couple of full rounds.
"Now do it!" Jamal told Holly as the choir chimed in above all the instruments. "Make me cum, girl!"
"Um," was all Holly could say with his penis in her mouth. She pulled her head back, looking up at him adoringly, as Bob had taught her, and placed one hand under his sack to cup and hold it, and one hand holding the rigid organ, as she lifted it to allow the head to rest on her extended tongue. She lovingly licked up the bottom of his cock, paying particular attention to the frenulum, the little tie of foreskin to penis head, that Bob had told her was most sensitive to men. Jamal groaned with pleasure. Her eyes were fixed on her lover's face as she licked the head of his penis as she gazed upward at his face.
Jamal moaned loudly as Holly engulfed his whole head and most of his shaft with one small forward lunge of her head. On her withdrawal, Jamal was visibly shuddering. On her next forward thrust, Holly took in his entire organ, the head visibly stretching her throat. Holly's hands were now clutching Jamal's lean flanks for support, as his two hands went to the sides of her head to hold her to him as he thrust his hips forward. Then he slowly withdrew the length of his penis, and as the head was about to clear her lips, he slowly thrust it all the way into her willing mouth again.
The music hit the closing bars in a crescendo of instruments, cymbals, and big bass drums. As Jamal began to pull out, he began to cum. The first spurt went into Holly's mouth. The rest, she directed over her breasts and stomach. Bob had told them that the men liked to see evidence that the man, or boy, in this case, was actually cumming, and not faking it.
Jamal had been saving up semen for three days for this show. He had not been with a girl, masturbated, or anything to save up for this moment. All the practicing in the afternoon had brought him to the brink, but never over it. So he was good for four very long, strong spurts, and four more smaller, weaker ones. Holly started to rub the large streams of semen running down her chest over her breasts and stomach as she took the spent and deflating penis back into her mouth for the last round of the stage.
Jamal dropped down to his knees too, and the two embraced and kissed a passionate kiss as the music came to an end, and the lights went down. They escaped down a corridor between booths as the audience applauded them. Bob Brown was there to congratulate them and give them towels to clean off, and robes to cover their nakedness. The two girls for the next show went down the corridor to the stage. Bob Brown took the kids up to his office to wash up and get dressed. When they were done, he had the receipts for their show, and the tip money that had been collected for them. When the kids were dressed, he was ready to distribute their money.
"Holly, Jamal, you put on a great show. All fifteen booths were full, the audience loved it, and they gave you three hundred dollars in tips. Now Jamal has been doing this much longer than you Holly, so he is entitled to the larger share. In this case, I think sixty to forty would be reasonable...Ah, what is it, Jamal?" Jamal had been shaking his head.
"I want Holly to have an equal share. She did good, and we made more because of her being so pretty and sexy and all. Make it even."
"That is very generous of you, Jamal. Equal it is. One fifty for Jamal and one fifty for Holly."
Holly was not sure what all the talk about the split was, but she got it that Jamal had given her a good compliment. Then when Bob transferred some bills to her pile, she had got some of his money. She said "Thank you, Jamal," and hugged him and gave him a quick kiss. The boy blushed.
Bob Brown dismissed Jamal then, but he kept Holly for another hour while he told her more about handling the customers. She was not to be with any men until the rich Arab had taken her virginity, and she had recovered from that. But Bob told her she could be in shows and with certain men who would respect the restricted sex she was allowed, so she could come in after school for a couple of hours, and on Saturday afternoons.Bob also told her that the club would open a savings account for her if she did not want her parents to see how much money she made. Holly decided to put her salary into the savings, but to take her tip money home. She had a good hiding place, and she had more groceries to buy, and more clothes for her sisters. She felt rich, but knew the money would go fast. | 5 |
105,177 | Bird of Prey | He was sweating, the knife in his hand catching the blinking red neon "Motel" sign through the window.
She was sitting, looking at him, and he could see her blood-red eyes boring into him.
He knew with absolute certainty that one of them was going to die.
The unknown made Sergeant Jakes nervous, and he had no idea who he was looking for.
Four suicides in four days, and it was his job to find out why they had all spent their last hours in this bar, or why, having spent hours in this bar, they had killed themselves. It was a pretty dull bar, as sleaze factories went. The strippers were ugly and untalented, and the music was disco.
He looked at his watch. 1:30 A.M., only twenty-five minutes to go, and he and the three other plainclothes officers could get the hell out of this dump.
"Can I get you anything?" A voice asked.
One hell of a voice, he thought, and turned to see the one body that could have fit that voice.
"Oh, baby. Where have you been all my life," he said. He was the type of person who would say that.
She was shorter than him, maybe 5'4" tall, and blond. The makeup was subtle and the dress was not too tight. She looked out of place in a bar full of heavily painted women with sprayed-on clothes. That body was all sin, he thought.
She ignored his line. "Do you want to drink, sir?" she said in a superior sort of tone.
"I'll drink you, baby," he said, and moved towards her. Something strange about this girl, he thought. His erection caused the thought. The first erection that night, in a bar full of strippers and prostitutes.
"Sorry, Sergeant, I don't play with pigs," she replied, and walked away.
He was too busy watching her walk away to take offense at her comment, and the question of how she knew he was a cop did not even enter his mind.
He got up and followed her to the bar where she began talking to the bartender.
"Hey, waitress," he said, and when she didn't answer, he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't touch me," she said, and drove her thumbnail into his wrist. He flinched and pulled his hand back. It hurt, a lot. He sat back down and watched the show, looking for suicidal men. He didn't see any, and at 1:55 his Captain dismissed him, and the other police officers left.
He started home, but twice forgot the way to get there, and ended up taking the wrong exit off the highway.
He still had an erection.
He had never been this disturbed in his life. He didn't know why, but he turned around on the vain hope she might stay late to clean up.
When he arrived back in front of the bar the interior lights were dimmer, but they were on. He looked in several of the windows, but could not see through the dirt.
He tried the front door, and to his surprise it opened.
When he walked in, it was like another world.
It was the same bar, but where there were drunks, now there were businessmen, doctors and lawyers, in three-piece suits that would cost Jakes three weeks' pay.
Where there were cigarette butts and dirty napkins on the floor, now was polished tile.
He sat down.
She was on stage, singing something soft and dancing slowly from side to side. She caught his eye.
He winced, expecting a frown and maybe a rude gesture, but he couldn't look away.
She smiled and involuntarily he leaned forward in surprise. It never occurred to him to smile back.
At that time, it started to make sense. He knew something was wrong, and it related to four suicides.
He just didn't care. When the number ended, she bowed to the standing ovation, and he got a glimpse of nipple, under all that tastefully concealing clothing.
The impact of that forbidden glimpse pushed him back into his chair and drove his suspicions away.
The music began again and the tempo picked up a bit. She was not singing this time, just dancing. She whirled around the stage, writhing in the lights, all the time staring at Jakes. She bent forward until she was on her knees, shaking her ample chest to the rhythm.
She locked eyes with him and it seemed that the music stopped and everyone vanished.
She crossed her wrists over her head, closed her eyes and licked her lips.
He ejaculated.
When the music beat its way back into his consciousness and he was surrounded by people.
He sprinted to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back out, she was at the bar, drinking water. He couldn't look at her because he was sure she knew what had happened.
He stayed at his end of the bar and ordered a drink.
He watched her fend off passes for five or ten minutes, then she started towards him. He began to sweat, hoping that the stain dried, wondering what sort of humiliating comment she would make.
He cringed back into the wall, farther away. The closer she came, the more frightened he was, knowing humiliation to be seconds away.
She passed him without even a glance and entered the ladies' room.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and went back up to the bar, ordering a double scotch.
"Alcohol impairs performance, although with you, it probably wouldn't make a difference," she said from behind him.
He almost fell off his seat. He tried, but could not make himself turn to face her.
She reached around him and patted his thigh. "I saw that you liked my performance."
He blushed scarlet, but nodded, vigorously. He couldn't speak.
She sidled up close to him and whispered, "If you give me what I want, I'll give you what you want." She smiled at him, licking her lips, "but you've got to promise."
"Wh- Wh- What do you want?"
"No, no, Sergeant, that's not the way it works. We promise each other blind. I promise I'll do whatever you want," she rubbed her breasts against his back, and he could feel her erect nipples pressing into him, "and then you promise you will do anything I want."
"Yes."
"Do you promise?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I promise I'll do whatever you want."
"Repeat after me. I promise Melissa that I'll do whatever she asks me to do, no matter what it is."
He repeated it exactly.
"I have to be on stage. You will wait, won't you?" she asked, rhetorically, and went on stage.
As she left, a man in a white suit came up to him, all smiles. "Congratulations, sir. I wish you the best of luck," he said, patting Jakes on the back. Jakes didn't know what to say so he said nothing.
For the first time he noticed that he was the only person in the bar who was not wearing white.
He did not notice that Melissa was wearing red, or that she was the only woman in the bar.
There was a band behind her, where there had not been one before, and they struck up some blues tune. He did not recognize the music, and he didn't care. He just watched her dance and sing.
When the set was over, she came to him directly.
"Take me somewhere," she breathed, leaning heavily on him. They left the bar. The men in the bar all applauded as they closed the door behind them. Jakes did not notice that none of them were smiling.
Once in his car, he asked where she wanted to go, and she did not answer, instead rubbing his knee. He just drove and pulled in at the first vacancy sign he came to.
The hotel was a dump, but he did not even see it. He paid thirty dollars for the room without hesitation.
They ran up the stairs, and into the room, slamming and locking the door.
She sat gently on the edge of the bed. "I'm yours if you remember," she said, and waited.
He took out his handcuffs, and she crossed her wrists over her head. He snapped the handcuffs shut, and laughed an evil laugh, feeling in control for the first time in hours.
He was about to order her to undress and watch and laugh at her difficulty in disrobing in handcuffs. He was about to tell her to do degrading things to herself.
She found the tab on his zipper and opened his fly with her teeth.
It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he lost the voice to object, and he soon gave up on the idea of pushing her away.
He relaxed and enjoyed it. He enjoyed it a lot.
Gradually, he lost awareness of his surroundings, of his partner and was simply aware of his own pleasure.
His hand went to the back of her head to force her, brutally, to the rhythm he liked and that made it better for him. He thrust and pulled aggressively, and in the corner of his mind, he realized he must be hurting her.
He liked that idea a lot, and accelerated.
She played him like a musical instrument, stimulating the most sensitive parts when most effective.
As he climaxed, she scraped her teeth across him hard.
The pain just heightened his peak.
It was the most powerful orgasm he ever felt, and he passed out.
He woke, crumpled on the floor next to the bed.
She was sitting in a chair across from the bed.
"My turn," she said, showing teeth.
"Sorry, Baby." he started, getting up and putting himself carefully back into his pants. "I'm spent." He walked to the door. "Maybe we'll do this again, sometime."
She laughed, the last thing he expected.
"And your promise?"
He actually laughed at that. "Made to be broken."
"Like your wedding vows."
"Yeah, just like that," he replied, and reached for the handle of the door.She stood up, and her shoulder strap fell down one shoulder.
"Too bad," she purred, and ran her fingers through her hair, making her breasts thrust forward.
Her nipples were erect, and before he could turn the handle of the door, so was he.
"Sit down on the bed, Sergeant."
He was no longer in control, and he knew it. He tried to turn the handle of the door and found that he was sitting down on the bed instead.
She turned on the cheap clock radio, pre-tuned to some muzak station, and started unbuttoning his shirt. As buttons opened, she kissed his chest, nipples, stomach, until it was off. His eyes closed.
She gently touched his eyelids and ordered, "Open them." He complied, and she stood in front of him, swaying slightly to the barely audible music, caressing herself gently, arms and shoulders.
"You see, sex does not excite me, Sergeant," she started. "I'm turned on by control. Watch." She pulled the strap of her dress farther down, revealing pink, stopping just short of letting the nipple free. He leaned forward with a slight moan. When she lifted the strap back to her shoulder, his hands went out to her, and he moaned, "No!"
She swayed back out of reach. Her face flushed. Her chest pushed forward, and her hips, and her legs opened slightly.
"You see, that's control. It turns me on."
"Please..." he moaned, but did not finish.
"Will you keep your promise, Mr. Cop?"
He nodded.
She reached up slowly and brought the strap down, revealing her breast completely. He reached for her, but again she swayed backwards.
He tried to move toward her, but he seemed to have no strength. "I want you," he whispered.
"How much?" She asked, and walked to where she had dropped her purse, took something out.
He searched for words to answer her, found none.
"Control, Sergeant, control," she said and returned to him, just out of reach. "How much do you want me?" She showed him the knife she held in her hand. She laid it on his lap.
He looked at the knife and thought of the suicides he had started the night investigating. He started to stand up.
She stood in front of him, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger, eyes closed, moaning.
His erection called to him. So did the knife. He could put that knife through her now and end his problem.
Her eyes still closed, she swayed forward, moving herself so the knife point was almost touching her nipple. She moaned in pleasure. "Yes, you could kill me, but you won't," she said. "It's your choice, Sarge. Kill me, and you never have me. Surrender to me, and I will give you..." She pulled the other strap down. Her eyes were still closed, and her legs were pressing together, then opening gently.
He froze there, half standing, watching her body sway until her nipple gently caressed the point of the knife.
He collapsed back onto the bed, something inside his brain screaming at him to kill her and go. He couldn't.
She felt his surrender as he fell back, and she groaned loudly. Her knees buckled. She caught herself before hitting the floor.
After a moment, she straightened.
"More," he said. It was all he had the strength for.
"Show me how much you want me," she breathed, and he remembered the knife. Seemingly on its own, the knife pushed itself into his skin, sliding down toward his navel, leaving a red snake of blood behind.
The knife was so sharp as to cause no pain, but the sight of the blood shocked him.
"My god!" he almost screamed and started up. He saw her, head thrown back, mouth wide open, screaming silently.
He fell back to the bed. She felt him fall, felt him give in, and she orgasmed.
Sweat broke out on her face and chest, dripped down between her breasts. She sat in the chair, her eyes boring into him.
He was sweating, the knife in his hand catching the blinking red neon "Motel" sign through the window.
She was sitting, looking at him, and all he could see was her blood-red eyes boring into him.
He knew with absolute certainty that one of them was going to die.
"Now we are down to it," she said, her voice coming in ragged gasps. "This is it. Are you mine, Officer Jakes, or are you your own?" She slowly pushed her dress down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. She began to caress herself through her black panties. "I've been in control of you all night. I made you come in your pants, I made you come up here. I gave you the best orgasm you've ever had. You have been more alive and excited than ever before in your life, and you loved it. You are going to give me your life, the ultimate control, just because you want me. And you are never going to have me. You know it, and you're going to do it anyway."
He didn't hear a word she said, but watched her. He placed the knife against his solar plexus, and as her fingers crept beneath her panties, he experienced his third and best orgasm of the night, and he shoved the knife into his chest. It slid in smoothly, and the pain of it just made it better.
She collapsed on the floor, as he was dying. His diaphragm had been cut, he could not scream, and the blood came out in shallow spurts. She dressed, watching him carefully, and when she judged him close to death, she leaned over and kissed him, her tongue exploring his silently screaming mouth.
"I love you," she said, and left the room.
When they found the body, it was dressed in white, immaculately. | 4 |
105,281 | Magda and the Schoolmaster | Hans Bauer was twenty-eight, and he was the Schoolmaster in Pohlheim. He had been spared military service, a timely choice of career saving him from the horrors of the trenches. At University when hostilities broke out, he had chosen teacher training college as a means of avoiding what he saw as a frightening and avoidable experience. Now, a qualified teacher, he was training the children of this small community in the necessary academic skills required by life.
Most of the village's young men had gone off to war, to be replaced sooner or later by telegrams regretting their deaths and praising them for their sacrifice for the Kaiser. Hans had benefited from their absence. Two of the younger wives in the village, it seemed, were unwilling to sacrifice their sex lives as well as their husbands. He had been surprised by the quick acceptance of his non-too-subtle advances. They, on the other hand, willingly submitted to him as he was the only young male left in the village. The only other men were farm workers, old and with rough manners and equally rough hands. Hans was definitely their first choice!
He lived alone in a small house on the edge of the village, no wife waited for him to return at the end of the day, no welcoming arms or smiling face to greet him, just the empty silence of his small house. True, the widows were available, and there were many in the province, but having experienced the attitude of the two in the village, he saw them all as untrustworthy as wives. As soon as he was out of the house, they'd be on their backs for some other man, wouldn't they? He had bedded them easily enough, hadn't he?
School was over for the day. Sitting in the empty classroom, Hans was watching the children outside, shouting and laughing as they made their way home. He was bored. The only teacher in this tiny school, he didn't even have the company of other people at work. His life seemed to be just one long lonely process of school and preparation for school. He picks up his briefcase. With a sigh, he closes the office door behind him and sets off for home. He saunters down the main street to the other end of the village to his house. It is the last building in the village and overlooks a field, now deep in grass, soon to be cut for hay.
Just in front of Hans, a young boy and girl from his school are walking hand in hand. He recognizes them as Albert and Magda. He is just opening his garden gate when he sees them slip into the field. Intrigued by the obvious possibilities, he unlocks his front door and runs up the stairs. A quick search of his bedroom cupboard for his yachting binoculars, and he is at the landing window in seconds. A hundred metres from his house, and hidden by the long grass from the view of passers-by on the road, the young couple have shed some of their clothing. He watches them as they explore each other's bodies, fascinated by the sight of their mutual masturbation.
It is only minutes before Albert's penis spurts semen across Magda's hand and arm. Hans retreats to his bedroom, his erection demanding attention, and soon, as did Albert, he is jetting a stream of sticky fluid from his cock, his mind's eye on the young Magda's pussy.
The next afternoon, as school is finishing, he calls the two pupils to his office. To their dismay, they realize they have been found out. Hans describes their behaviour as 'grossly immoral, and totally inappropriate for children...' Albert is told to bare his bottom and bend over the desk. He is given three strokes of the cane and is dismissed. He leaves the office.
Hans tells Magda to bend over the desk to receive her punishment. He watches in amazement as she lifts her skirt, pulls down her knickers, and bends over the desk. He is about to tell her he does not cane girls, but spanks them with his hand without them exposing their bottoms, when he sees her fearful, tear-stained face looking at him. He realizes she is expecting the same treatment as Albert and is scared of the caning.
'There's no need to cry, Magda!' he assures her. 'I don't...' he stops, looking at her smooth peach-like bottom. Her white knickers have dropped to the floor. 'Perhaps there is an alternative for you....not the cane, but...just my hand...' She relaxes visibly. Her widowed mother on occasion has spanked her bare bottom. It's not so bad. She settles down across his desk. He stands beside the young girl, staring at her exposed buttocks. He reaches out his left hand, placing it on the small of her back. He runs his right hand over her smooth firm flesh, feeling her tense beneath his touch. His penis is hard and straining against his trousers. Unable to resist the temptation, he cups her left buttock in his hand and squeezes it gently. His fingers curl around it, almost touching her anus.
'You and Albert acted most immorally....I blame him mainly...' 'Er..yes Sir...' 'Was it the first time then?' 'Er..Yes....er...no sir.' 'So if I....umm....examine you, will I find that you are a virgin?' She does not reply. Magda is motionless; she holds her breath as she feels his fingers near her vagina. She can hear his breathing, heavy and deep. Something tells her this is going to be different to the punishment her mother gives her. His hand moves gently over her flesh, his fingers touching her most intimate places. He feels the slickness of her sex on his fingertips.
Magda flinches slightly at his touch and releases her pent-up breath. Emboldened by her silence, he pushes his middle finger tip into the young girl's vagina. A warm oily dampness greets his digit. His finger slides in up to the first knuckle. She still makes no sound. The second knuckle disappears into the teenager. Something or someone has preceded him.
'Is that uncomfortable, Magda?' He asks. 'Er....no Sir...' 'You are not a virgin my dear.' He slowly begins to massage her with his finger. She is soft but very tight. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her young body responding rapidly to his finger.
'Is this what Albert did?' She nods her head. His finger goes in up to the third knuckle, and rubs against her clitoris. An involuntary 'ah' escapes her lips. His finger is releasing waves of sensation through her body. She feels hot and perspiration is on her forehead. Without thinking, she tilts her hips forward, raising her backside and rubbing herself against his hand.
'Well, Magda, it seems you are not a virgin...Shall I inform your Mother?' She turns her head to look at him with tear-filled eyes. 'Please Sir...no! She'll send me away...she said so!' 'So we must seek alternative punishment then.' Hans undoes his trousers. `If you keep quiet about what I am about to do, I shall not speak to your mother. Are we in agreement?'This time she makes a quiet mewing sound, adjusting her hips to him, giving herself up to his penis and the feelings it is arousing in her. He begins to move in her.
Only Albert's fingers have been here before, perforating her hymen and leaving the way clear for Hans. Albert's juvenile cock only ever found satisfaction in her palm, stirring her inquisitiveness; it is Hans that is now reaping the reward of Albert's fumbling. She is tight and firm around him, her juices giving a velvet feel to her vagina as his cock slides slowly in and out of her. Each time he pulls his cock back, he feels her inner labia tight around his knob. Each time he pushes into her, he stops only when he feels her cervix kiss his glans.
Magda's head is spinning with new sensations. Her belly churns with excitement as she savors the feel of a man in her for the first time. Suddenly Hans pulls out of her. She looks around to see him stripping off his clothes. She feels slightly embarrassed by her own predicament. Her knickers are around her ankles, her skirt over her back. Standing up, she steps out of her panties. He motions to her to remove her shirt. Shyly, she unbuttons it, revealing a silky chemise. The naked Hans is unbuttoning her skirt. All that remains between Magda and naked glory is the chemise. Hans lifts her arms above her head, then in one swift movement pulls the garment off her. She is naked but for her socks and shoes. He has never seen a more breathtaking sight and gazes in awe at her.
Magda's blonde hair falls over her shoulders in a vain effort to hide the swellings of her small breasts. Equally blonde hair also fails to hide her recently virgin teenage pussy.
Hans gently pushes her against his desk, facing him this time. She puts her hands behind her as he sits her on the edge of his desk. He moves closer to her; his hands parting her knees, his straining penis rearing up between them, both pairs of eyes staring at it intently as it nuzzles her vagina once more. She is no longer tense with anxiety this time, as he slides into her firm, slick passage. He watches her face as he slowly pumps his tool into her. Her eyes close and her lips part slightly. Color flushes her upper chest and neck, her cheeks then her ears turning pink.
He puts his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. Her arms go around his neck. He becomes more urgent in his movements, his slow strokes speeding up as her gentle initiation into the world of sexual intercourse becomes her first fuck. It is only a minute before semen rises from of his balls and jets into Magda.
Magda feels his penis pulse as it blasts the potent fluid into her. Instinctively, she arches her back and thrusts against him. His hands grip her buttocks, clamping her to him as his massive ejaculation fills her with a flood of hot sperm. She clings to Hans as the realization of the event begins to impress itself on her. A baby? Surely not! Albert will be in for a surprise though.
Magda watches intently as Hans pulls his cock out of her. She feels a stream of semen running between her buttocks. It pools on the edge of the desk and then drips onto the carpet. His once straining penis is now wilting like a flower in the sun. She looks at him, blushing furiously. His expression is softer, and the ghost of a smile inhabits his mouth.
'Will that be all, Sir?' she asks quietly as she slips from the desk, standing naked before him. 'Yes, Magda, thank you.' She starts to dress, pulling on her chemise, and then wiping herself with her knickers. She doesn't put them on, however, but puts them in her schoolbag. As she makes for the office door, she stops and turns to him 'Am I....er...well....was that the....er....punishment?' 'Magda, you were exquisite! But please....remember, don't tell anyone, or there will be trouble!' 'Yes, Sir!' 'Oh, and Magda....' 'Sir?' 'Perhaps we could....if you'd like to that is...er....do it again sometime?' 'Yes, Sir!' her smile assures him that all is well, and that 'next time' will not be long in coming. | 6 |
105,284 | Hans and Hannah | Hans was annoyed. His watch, a gift from his mother, had stopped. It was fully wound, and he could see no reason for it not to work, but work it would not. Dependent on it for timekeeping at the school, he had no option but to take it to a watch repairer. The only one that he knew of was in Frankfurt, and so, the following Saturday, he caught the early train to the city and headed to the aforesaid establishment.
The watchmaker, Moisha Bloomberg, as his name may suggest to you, was Jewish. He had lived in Frankfurt all his life and resided there still, above his small but profitable shop, with his wife of some twenty-two years and their nineteen-year-old daughter, Hannah.
Now, Hannah, though a beautiful blonde, was, according to her mother, overdue to be married. In fact, it was on this very subject that she was berating her poor husband when Hans opened the door and walked into their shop.
"Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" queried the watchmaker, relieved to get a break from his wife's nagging. "Was it his fault no suitable professional man operated in their social circles? But never mind that, here was business to be attended to."
"Good morning to you, my good sir. I wish to have a watch mended." The watchmaker took the proffered item and began opening it. "A gift from my mother, and indispensable for timekeeping at the school." Moisha looked up from his task. "School, did you say, sir? You are a schoolmaster?" "Yes, in fact, headmaster of a small village school. So the watch is of great importance to me."
"Ah! Yes, of course! Can't have lessons late, can we?" His wife slid out of the shop and ushered Hannah downstairs to view Hans from behind the curtain that separated the shop from the back room. "Can it be repaired?" asked an anxious Hans.
"Certainly, sir, but it will take a few days. Can you come back next Saturday? I can lend you a reliable timepiece until then." "Very good, I shall be here at the same time next Saturday." He fastened the loaned watch to his waistcoat and bid the watchmaker a good day. After he had gone, Moisha's wife burst into the shop.
"My, my! What a handsome young man. A schoolmaster, no less. What did you think of him, Hannah?" Moisha threw up his hands. "Can you think of nothing else, woman?" he said despairingly. His wife clucked in annoyance. "One of us has to, or the girl will never be married. Coming back next Saturday, is he? Well, Hannah, what do you think of him?" Hannah blushed deeply.
"He's very handsome, certainly. He dresses well and is well-mannered...." Her mother beamed at her. "So there you are. And a schoolmaster at that. What more could a girl want?" Moisha shook his head. "Haven't you forgotten something? Or maybe you think we can order him to marry our girl?" "Don't you worry about him, Moisha. Leave it to me. We'll see what a little hospitality can do, shall we?"
Much to Hans' surprise, when he attended the watchmaker's shop the following week, it was not the watchmaker, but a lovely young woman who handed him his now smoothly ticking watch. As he was paying her, the watchmaker appeared from the back room. "There you are, sir, good as new, and a quality timepiece. It was a pleasure to work on it." Hans smiled. He had been worried it may not be repairable.
"You seem to have come some distance, and my wife wondered if you would care to join us for lunch, before you go back?" "Er.... from Pohlheim...." As he looked at Hannah, a certain longing came into Hans. He looked at Hannah, then and then at the watchmaker. "How very kind. I would be honoured!"
And so it was that Hannah and Hans began their relationship and, furthermore, much to the delight of the watchmaker's wife, some three months later they were married, and Hannah moved to the schoolhouse in Pohlheim.Hans opens a bottle of wine, and lunch continues, with Hannah taking more wine than her usual one glass. Her glass seems to be bottomless. The two men are chatting, and Franz tells Hans he should dispense with his swimsuit.
"When everyone else is nude, it draws attention to you, old man. People think you're here to look, a voyeur, you know!" Hannah is horrified. That people might think that of her is just awful. She looks aghast at Hans.
"He's right, dear. I'll just slip out of this suit. Maybe you should do the same, don't want people gossiping, do we." She is flustered by his suggestion, but Franz cajoles, and Hans is assuring, so eventually, after a little more wine, she is persuaded to take off her bright new swimsuit. She slips out of it as Hans holds up a towel, then quickly sits back down, hoping not to be noticed. "There now! Not so bad is it?" asks Franz. Hannah, to her own surprise, giggles.
They continue chatting and drinking, and Hannah, now quite tipsy, begins to relax. Looking around, she notices that most of the people on the beach are naked, but somewhat older than they are. Bulging bellies and sagging breasts abound. It dawns on her that all the women are nowhere near as young and firm as she is, and that she is probably the youngest, best-looking female there. The thought makes her giggle again, spilling a little wine on her breasts.
Hannah stands up, hands her glass to Hans, and brushes off the offending wine with her hand. All the men in the surrounding area turn to look. She stands there on long, beautiful legs, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders, her breasts large and firm, nipples erect. Her belly is hard and flat, sweeping down to meet her thighs, where, at the focal point of every male eye on the beach, her sparse blonde pubic hair barely covers the folds of her vagina as it curves out of sight between her thighs.
Here, amid these middle-aged, greying masters and matrons, is a jewel of femininity.
Sitting next to her, the two men watch her as she looks around, accepting the gaze of strange men. "What a lovely sight you are, Hannah. Hans is indeed a lucky man." She blushes deeply. The comment making her aware of her own sexuality and other people's knowledge of it. Franz too, appears to be aware of it. His penis, up until now, soft and limp, has grown considerably. She stares at him, her earlier embarrassment now suppressed by the wine. His balls, she notes, are large and round. The skin of his penis is dark and smooth. "How about a picture of Franz and I?" Hans asks her, standing up and passing her his camera. "You know I can't work it, Hans," she complains. "Not to worry! Hi there!" he calls to a passing couple. "Could you take a picture of us?" The man beams at Hannah as he takes the camera. His wife stares with unashamed lust at Franz' stiff cock. The two men stand either side of Hannah, their arms around her waist. She feels a hot, uncomfortable flush run through her as the three of them stand there, Franz' arm and leg actually touching her naked body.
"Smile, please!" from the man holding the camera. Hannah does smile, not because of his request, but because of the erection she sees he is now growing! It's for her! She caused it! All these naked women on the beach, and he gets an erection for her. How flattering.
After lunch, when they carry the picnic basket back to the chalet, she is quite tipsy. Franz takes a picture of her sitting on Hans' knee, then asks if he can have a picture with her too. "After all, it's not every day I meet such a beautiful naked woman!" She is a little flustered, but agrees. His flattery, the wine, and the relaxed ambience combine to create a situation she would never usually allow herself to be in. Franz sits on the sofa, and she takes his extended hand, allowing him to guide her to his lap. She sits down, Franz turning her to face Hans.
"Relax, my dear! It will be a splendid photo!" assured her husband. "Put your arm around his shoulder, dear...that's it! Now, Franz, your right arm around her waist....your left on her knee....good...." Hannah watches her husband as he busies himself with the camera. "Lean back a little, dear, try and look relaxed...that's it...." Hannah settles down into the crook of Franz' arm, the act of doing so pushing him back slightly so that his left hand slides up from her knee to her thigh. She is now turned slightly towards him, her left breast resting against his chest, her cheek against his hair. Her legs have parted slightly as she turned. His fingers are now just millimetres from the wispy blonde hair that shadows her pubic mound. His right hand moves slightly to cup the globe of her right breast. Hannah turns her head to watch as his hand as it caresses her. Pleasure seems to emanate from its palm. Her already erect nipples roll between his fingers, wallowing in their own sexual frenzy. Hannah becomes vaguely aware of a pressure beneath her thigh. She knows what it must be. His left hand slides between her thighs, its fingers gently stroking the slit of her sex. She throws a furtive, guilty glance at Hans. Despite the fact that he is busy clicking away, he doesn't seem to have noticed. Franz moves beneath her, sliding down behind her. She is facing her husband. They are looking into each other's eyes.
She feels her legs being parted as Franz' knees slide between her calves. She gasps as his cock slides upwards along her clitoris, sending a shockwave of sensation through her belly. His cock is hard and long, its dark pink head rearing up from her pubic hair. "Lean back a little, dearest..." Hans says quietly, with a smile. She looks at his cock. It is hard, rearing up and letting her know that her husband is as eager as his friend. The smile on his face tells her that no thought of anger has crossed his mind.
She lays back against Franz' arm, the movement causing another wave of pleasure to flow through her. She watches her husband as he photographs them, she notices his erection twitching every so often. She feels movement between her thighs. Looking down her belly, she watches as Franz' cock slowly disappears inside her. Surely Hans will object...be angry...jealous...
Franz had felt her dampness on his cock. She was ready! He was about to have this lovely young woman, and at the invitation of her husband! Old school chum indeed! Hans had started chatting to him earlier as he had been strolling down the beach, looking at women. When he had commented that there wasn't a single female there he'd care to bed, Hans had suggested that in that case he may care to meet his wife Hannah? Hans then told him he was an amateur photographer, and that he wanted to photograph his wife with a man. Would he care to be that man? He had been rather shocked at first, but when Hans had explained that his nineteen-year-old wife did not know of his idea, and would probably object if asked outright, the idea of the conspiracy and the seduction had caught his imagination, and he had agreed to go along with Hans' plan.
Franz couldn't believe his luck! He pulls his hips back, bringing the head of his penis down through her pubic hair, rubbing against her erect clitoris, parting her vulva and slipping into the hot, welcoming wetness of her vagina. In one slow, deliberate movement, he, (until a few minutes ago, a complete stranger to the couple), in full view of her watching husband, has buried his cock completely in this lovely young teenage bride!
"Hans...! Hans..!" She gasps, panic and passion mixing to deprive her of sensible speech. "Splendid, my dear, just splendid!" he says softly. "Just relax and enjoy the moment, whilst I change the film!" Enjoy the moment, Hans had said! She closes her eyes, and, for the first time in her life, Hannah feels the heat of lust and begins to move against this unfamiliar cock. She feels something warm and soft touch her lips. Without opening her eyes, she sucks Hans' cock into her mouth. Its familiar feel somehow adding to her pleasure. For a minute or two, the three of them busy themselves with their own pleasures. Suddenly both men move, and Hannah finds herself alone on the sofa. Franz has the camera. Hans lays her down, and lifts her legs high and wide. She giggles again and blushes as Franz watches intently as her husband slips the head of his cock into her and invites Franz to capture the moment on film! She feels the thrill of exhibitionism. It burns into her like a flame as she sees Franz' cock twitch and a single drop of semen oozes from it.
They begin to fuck. This time she performs not for her husband, but for the camera and for Franz' watching eyes! Again the men change places, but this time it is Hannah's own hands that hold her legs wide to accommodate her stud! Franz lays across her, intent this time not on pleasing the camera, but satisfying his own lust. He hooks her legs over the crook of his elbow, pressing them almost to her shoulders. Hans' camera catches the gape of his wife's labia with the bulbous head of Franz' cock millimetres from it. There is another click as his knob has almost disappeared from sight into her wet, eager orifice. He begins to fuck her with long, slow strokes, his movements increasing in speed to match the speed with which Hannah is breathing.
He grinds his pubic bone against hers, crushing her clitoris and letting his semen burst from his cock in a hot flood of lust. As it spurts into her, an orgasm explodes through Hannah. She cries out loud, gripping Franz so hard she leaves bruises on his shoulders.
After nearly a year of marriage, her first shocking and addictive orgasm!
All through the afternoon and late into the night, Hannah gives herself up to the debauchery of her husband and her lover. A slave to the new experience of orgasm!They took her in turns, and when they tired, she mounted them, driving herself to orgasm after orgasm. Their sperm filled her vagina and her mouth. It flowed down her chin onto her breasts. It spattered on her face and it matted her hair. And all the while the camera clicked.
She is sitting astride Franz when she feels Hans behind her. She feels his penis probing her rear end, looking for access. 'Be patient! Let me suck it for you!' but he is pushing, pushing, and she cries out loud when his cock forces its way into her, the lubricating mixture of semen and her own juices allowing it to squeeze into her already filled vagina. Open-mouthed, and wide-eyed, she stares down at Franz for a moment, frozen in disbelief! They are both in her! Laying on Franz's chest, she remains motionless as both men begin to fuck her simultaneously. Her firm young vagina is now stretched to its limit! Her remaining ideas of morality and propriety are squeezed from her by the two men between whom she is sandwiched. The last shreds of her morality will be washed away by the flow of their semen and be replaced by the lust for pleasure.
Minutes later, the orgasm that crashes through her is unlike anything that went before. It continues for a full five minutes with wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure rushing through her belly and her head. She writhes and bucks crazily between the two men, and it does not stop until both men have filled her with a cocktail of their semen. With a groan of exhaustion, she collapses onto Franz. Their shrinking cocks slip from her, leaving her vagina a gaping, oozing hole. The weariness of complete sexual satisfaction sweeps over her, and despite occasional forays into her limp and sticky body by the men, she sleeps deeply until late morning.
Hannah awakes from her dreamless slumber into a new world. An exciting world of cameras and young men with hard penises! A world that will see pictures of her as she poses for the craving needs of men all over Germany, her body displayed on the pages of magazines as Hans has photographed her, sometimes with one or two men, sometimes with six or seven, but always smiling and always with a cock inside her! | 4 |
105,301 | Daddy's Love - Part 2 | Halfway into the summer, Trilby's mother filed for divorce. It was very apparent that she wanted the house. That meant she would have to have custody of Trilby so she could remain enrolled in the good school district.
At first, Daddy thought that was sensible.
"No, I won't!" An outraged and obstinate teenage girl was beyond negotiation. "I would never live with them for more than 2 days. I want to be with you, Daddy."
"Young lady, I cannot afford any place to live in this school district."
"You could if Mom paid enough child support."
"Oh Trilby, that is not really reasonable."
"Fine, you and Mom can work out whatever custody legal shit that seems 'reasonable', but I am still going to live with you no matter what. I'll still tell everyone I live at the house and continue going to my school."
Her daddy mulled that one over for a while. Maybe an "ex officio" living arrangement could be made. He needed to look into the details right away. The next day he called a lawyer friend who was a retainer where he worked for a little free advice. "Friend, don't tell anyone I said this. It is definitely not a kosher thing to do. But it goes on all the time. As long as both parents keep their traps shut about how the domicile situation is really working with the kids, the courts do not check on custody orders. Good luck with your no-fault deal, and remember my fee is like nothing if you ever need me."
That night, he called Trilby's mother and related their daughter's feelings and how under-the-table living arrangements could be made despite official custody orders. "Well fine. I did not really want to live with that little bitch anything close to full time. If trouble comes from this quiet deception, it will all be on your head, buster."
Daddy just hung on the phone and did not vocalize anything in response. "Oh darling, I did not really mean that. I know you really want to make this as easy as possible for all of us and I appreciate that. Just make sure she continues hard work with her studies. I can understand why she wants to still live with you, but make sure she continues her interest in that boy unless he screws up. I've told you she is too attracted to a handsome daddy for a girl her age."
Trilby was jubilant that the living arrangements were working out well. They would be looking for apartments, soon. There was one snag in her plan to corner her daddy into their own love nest. He had started seeing a woman only about 10 years older than herself. He had not seen much of Rene and she had only visited twice. Her friendly attitude toward Trilby was obviously false. They spent too much time on the phone in suggestive conversation. She would also have to plan to break up that undesired twosome.
That weekend they started to look at apartments. The second one in the city was near where Trilby lived in earliest formative years. It was even smaller with only one small bedroom. Partly from early fond recollections, she thought it suited her plans perfectly. "Please Daddy, it is not such a bad neighborhood and it certainly falls in your price range."
"Trilby sweetie, it is not big enough for your closet space. It is such a step down from what we are used to. Where will we both sleep?"
"I think we can make it very cheery. I'll sleep here in the living room. Now we won't need to worry about much furniture - just tables for my books and laptop. I'll keep most of my clothes at the house with Mom. I'll talk her into some closet space for you too. . . Please Daddy, it will be so much fun."
The divorce papers were final about the same time Daddy signed the papers on the lease. They still had another month to be out of the house. She had to work fast to materialize the final stages of her plan. In all the commotion, she wanted to make sure her daddy retained some interest, as innocent as it seemed. She almost stopped seeing Hughie altogether. She gallivanted around the house nude as long as she dared. She would walk into his bedroom whenever she thought he was undressing, for whatever reason. Of course, she would continue the nude sun bathing game every day he was home and the weather was nice. One time she sat on the toilet while he was showering and chattered on about plans for the new apartment. She insisted that he have the comfort of sleeping on a king-sized bed. "There won't be much room for anything else."
"That's alright, we can switch some nights." She almost said that she would climb into bed some nights to sleep with him like she did when she was little, but thought that communication might be a giveaway where her real intentions were concerned.
She quit her part-time summer job. Now she had time to make all the arrangements. Daddy would get phone calls at work asking for his VISA number for furniture and household purchases. He had to admit that his kid worked fast. But she saved so much time.
She wanted certain things delivered there ahead of time - beat-up but sturdy folding tables and a sorry-looking used couch. No painting or repairs were to commence just yet. The new bed could wait. The next item was to call Rene. "I did not want Daddy to know you have been here. It is going to be a surprise. This is going to be our new home and we can't wait for you to come visit us. Isn't it cute?"
Obviously Rene tried to hide her disappointment. She excused herself on the grounds that she had a graduate school symposium to attend and hurried away.
The spider continued to weave her web. The bedroom seemed to be the room in best condition, so she ordered the new bed to be delivered and constructed with mattress and box spring. She breathed a sigh of relief that there was enough room for the 2 matching bedside tables with attached lamps on either side.
Now for the final arrangements. That night while toweling off after her own shower, she spoke to her father in the kitchen getting dinner ready. "Daddy, there is one thing I am not sure about the apartment. I am not sure if the plumbing is failing."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Sometimes when running the sinks or bathtub, I hear funny noises. I tried running the sink when I heard other tenants using their plumbing or flushing toilets. It only seems to happen when I run water in our apartment alone. I think we should spend Friday or Saturday night there and really give everything a good workout. Why don't you come with your running clothes on Friday night after work? You can scope out what would be the best routes. When you take your shower afterward, you can listen for yourself."
"You don't have your own bed ready yet."
"I can sleep on the couch. I don't mind."
Daddy thought quickly about the circumstance. He doubted there was anything really wrong with the plumbing. It seemed to be a reasonable idea, though. Here he had already paid a month's rent and they not really lived in the place yet. Spending a night now and again as they planned painting and other fixture repairs seemed like a good idea. "Put on some clothes and we will talk about it over dinner."
She was so excited as she stepped off the transit bus and walked the block to the apartment house, she could tell her hard nipples were poking into the fabric of her tee shirt. This was going to be the night. After dropping off some things at the apartment, she spent way over budget at the Chinese carry-out to stick in the fridge. She did not want any unwelcome deliveries in the midst of what she hoped would be torrid love-making. Daddy should arrive there from work no later than a half hour.
She hugged and kissed him when he stumbled though the front door, but held back some in embarrassment. She noticed his gym bag was especially full. She followed him into the bedroom. She saw him put some odds and ends into one of the bedside tables, then on one of the closet shelves. He pulled out some running clothes with shoes, a change of underwear, socks, his sandals, flip-flops, and other effects while she chattered on about the schedule and tasks to be fulfilled before they would take occupancy. She stuttered a little when Daddy pulled down his boxers affecting his nudity before he slipped on his always appealing jockstrap that required adjusting his genitals for a good fit.Her panties were soaking with all the excitement, and she felt a little dribble run down one of her supple teen alabaster thighs.
"Well, you certainly seem to have this all figured out. I am proud of you, sweetheart."
If he only knew what a scheming spider he had for a daughter. She hurriedly took her own cool shower after he left. She left plenty of fresh towels, soap, body wash, shampoos, and conditioners for his own leisurely shower. She still wasn't sure the best thing would be to surprise him there. Start washing his beautiful dick for him before he could protest and turn around to turn off the spigots.
He spent longer than usual with his run, and she started to worry. She felt jubilant when she heard his footsteps and clearing his throat as he approached the apartment. She was wearing one of her robes, but actually had almost all the clothes on when she arrived with underneath. She handed him a cold glass of lemonade. He chugged at it as he stepped into the bedroom and started to strip off his moist sporting clothes as he rambled on about finding what might be the best running routes. She had a large plastic bag and encouraged him to hand over each item of clothing. She said she would wash them back at the house this weekend.
"Thank you, sweetie, you have gotten so considerate."
But she was speechless as she watched him strip down to shiny, sweaty naked. The sight of him and the aroma of his natural musk sent her pulse racing, her knees shaking, her tits swell up, her stomach fill with butterflies, and her luscious teen twat swell and run with unending girl juices. It was powerful incentive to fulfill her plan that night.
Just the vision, lasting only seconds, of his soft but splendid, sweat-covered dick wobbling some as he stepped into the bathroom sent little shots of intense heat to trigger deep up her puss and out to her extremities.
When he closed the door behind him and started to step into the tub, she heard him compliment her once again. "All of this shower stuff will keep us clean for months." She took a deep breath when she heard the spigots start to run. It was now or never. She scurried to fulfill one of her final tasks, which actually included leaving the apartment for a few minutes.
The last on her list would be to disrobe as soon as she returned to the apartment. Stripping down naked was never so exciting. As she covered herself back in her robe and sat down on the deplorable couch, she thought about how some of the girls in the locker room would shoot sideways glances at her way to and from the shower room. She hoped the charms of her sexual being would be powerful now, because she heard her father turn off the spigots, sniffing as he stepped out of the tub. The door flew open, and he stepped out soaking wet from his shower, dripping on the hardwood floor. His towel shuffled through his hair and the rest of his head.
"Hoo, that bathroom is too stuffy. It reminds me of the old apartment. The shower seems to be working fine."
"I hope so, Daddy. It reminds me of when I was little and I would be so happy to see you charge out naked from the bathroom after your shower. You so loved the little girl who would greet you, then."
Her father chuckled, moving down the towel to his shoulders and chest. "We had some happy times in that place."
"Yes, Daddy, and I want us to be happier here, now."
Daddy stopped wiping with his towel and looked his daughter in the eye with an expression of some concern. "Trilby, sweetie, what do you have to not be completely happy about? You were the one who really wanted this apartment. I thought we were pals. I thought we had the closest relationship a father could have with his daughter."
The scantily clad teen stood up from the couch and started to step toward her naked, wet daddy. "Daddy, you think I am pretty, don't you?"
"Oh, sweetie, you know Daddy thinks you are just beautiful - a total princess."
She quickly untied her robe. She spread it open like a long flash. She had it spread out and up so that when she dropped it, the sleeves slid from her arms, and she was clad only in incidental jewelry, including sparkling navel garnish. Within her frame of vision, just shifting her eyes down, she could see her hard nipples perkier than she had ever known them to be. She could smell the fresh odor of her own desire arise from between her legs, overcoming even expensive perfume. She hoped these primal signals were intoxicating her own daddy. "I would be happiest, Daddy, if you would take me."
Her daddy's eyes widened; otherwise, he just froze in place.
She stepped right up to him, close enough to where her hyper-sensitized tits with their stand-out nipples started to press themselves into his warm, wet lower chest. She heard her father gasp and then whisper out a breathy declaration in complete astonishment. "Ooh, my God!"
The teen in her advances to her own paralyzed daddy debated with herself whether she would try to kiss him, then. She thought it necessary to clinch the deal. "I want you, Daddy. Surrender yourself to the moment, and I promise you the consequences will be all blissful and no regrets." She twisted her expression to one of coy, seductive authority. "Think of me as your succubus, because we will not leave this apartment until I have milked your nubile, naked nuts dry."
She reached down, down to tickle the head of his dick and then to gently fondle his foreskin. She was encouraged that he did not stop her and that some of the wetness there was probably seeping from his pee hole. The end of his male member was swelling ever so gradually. His eyes began to take on a glassy expression. She took that as a good sign.
Again, he whispered, "oh my God!"
She was starting to press into him hard now, and she was so charged with desire she began to feel her wetness start to run down her thighs again. "Do you know why I am certain we are going to enjoy amazing sex, Daddy?"
Still dripping moisture from his shower onto the floor, he did not answer her.
Trilby broke out into a sunny smile now, reaching around to grab handfuls of his fabulously firm ass cheeks. "Because, Daddy dearest, while you were in the shower washing all that healthy, hot hunk of yours, I gathered up all your clothes except your footwear and left the apartment to throw it all away in different dumpsters. I know there is a dirty dawg inside my daddy, and I am going to let him out. You and I are going to get it on with sexual acts that will go down in history. I burn for you, Daddy, and I will not leave here and go back to the house for clothes that will allow you to leave here with your dignity, until all our blazing hot fires have been put out."
She was pleased that his trance of sensual paralysis had not broken, but she was becoming impatient. She immediately crouched part way down and started kissing and sucking on her daddy's deeply concave naval. It was so warm and clean-tasting. He breathed hard a few times and whispered again. She kissed down his lower abs and then thrust her nose into his tickling, fuzzy, fulsome masculine bush to sniff dizzy hints of his signature musk. She took hold of that swelling appendage that had haunted her dreams since she was a child. She stuck its head in her mouth. Her daddy moaned and absentmindedly dropped his towel on her back. Even before she started to swipe her tongue anywhere, instantly it expanded in her mouth and grew to twitching, fully swelled man meat, flowing tasty, salty excitement fluid from the widening slit.
Finally! The worst barrier and most odious taboo of her lifetime since she was 9 was being smashed. This yearned-for treasure among all corporeal humanity, this icon of human artistic perfection, this elegant, moist, warm, smooth, earthy-tasting daddy cock belonged to her. She would pamper and care for it the way no one else could for the rest of this god man's days.
She lowered her head just slightly to suck in inches more of supple, appreciative, flinching, pulsing, enlivened man meat. It was more than just intensely exciting to her, it felt so right, so nurturing. This was going to be one of the important connections from which they would build that unbreakable bond together for years to come. More so than ever with Hughie, she felt her throat open instinctively for the most loving caress of flesh between 2 people in intimacy. But she sensed he was not still fully relaxed. He still had not completely given himself over to the moment despite his moans that were music to her ears.
She withdrew the sweet specimen from her mouth and took hold of it with one of her little fists. She was confident she was applying just enough varied pressure in her slow but steady sweeps and strokes. When she focused on the firm but flexible head and ridge of his sculpted corona, she stood and tugged at it in friendly guidance. She was guiding and leading him by his completely enchanted masculine member into the bedroom, whispering little endearments. "Oh, Daddy, you must know I am going to make you so happy."
By the large bed, she encouraged him to lie back facing up, never completely letting go of the object that centered her focus. She carefully climbed on to the mattress and bent down over his midsection to stroke him and take him into her mouth again. But seconds later, this still seemed awkward, so partly by nudging him at his shoulders and under at his hairy armpits, she encouraged him to smoothly move himself up the satin bedspread. Naked, aroused, still wet in places, splayed across the width of the accommodating bed, Daddy never looked so beautiful to her. Looking up at her, she could see he was trusting and surrendering at last to her thrilling erotic initiative. She was determined. She was confident that she would not disappoint him.Again, she grabbed hold of his tempestuous tool and slid it into her warm, wet, attentive mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, happily slurping at it, her tongue acquainting herself with all its character and little changes in texture and taste as the buildup in arousal is a continuous process. When she sensed he might be getting close, she would stop the movement in her tongue and conclude any sucking action, gently fondling his mature, ample nuts to check for size, available space in their sac, how they hung in relation to each other. There was nothing about her daddy's body that she did not want to know about in the most intricate detail. She knew her strong attractions would lead to a lifetime of satisfying explorations with most of her 5 senses. There was a certain sweetness of taste as she would run her tongue over and all about those pampered jewels.
She knew she was turned on enough to control her gag reflex. It was when she took him back part way into her throat that something very unexpectedly snapped in his hotly festered loins. The force with which the first convulsive throb of his ejaculation he felt from deep inside, the hot, electrically charged throb blasted up and through the root of his cock, through his urethra, and out his greatly dilated pee hole into the throat of a goddess-like teen who welcomed all the tasty, congealed daddy jizz with great relish. He yelped out loud grunts as there would be another, and a third. She pulled back to sweep the strong, warm discharge with her tongue after every throb, prompting another one. Her tongue and palate sensed continuing throbs from the cherished organ in their midst. The man's orgasm was lasting for long seconds into minutes.
She was greedy to eat and swallow all his offering. His flavor had an appealing density to it, missing from Hughie. But she stopped herself as she climbed over the warm and writhing corpus of the naked man in his post-coital glow. Lips met, but it was tongues that clashed more so in their first passionate kiss. He liked the feel of the teen's firm but soft tits with pointy nipples dig into his hairy chest, so he hugged her into him in close, warm union. She pulled her head back to chortle with joy and delight. For a minute, he was able to hungrily feast on yearning, pleading hard nipples. He spoke for the first time since his state of shock, naked and dripping wet just outside of the bathroom. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"Oh Daddy! There are so many things I am going to do for you... Oh, but..." She started to stand on the bed to turn herself around, facing his feet. She started to spread her legs over him, clinging to his sides and lower herself over his head and face. "I need for you to show me how beautiful you think I am there."
He lifted his head, and she lowered herself further still to where he could sniff her pungent girl odors and taste all the complexity of her sopping wet feminine charms with the tip of his tongue. She squealed instantly. The little contacts were like bolts of hot lightning into her, and she anticipated the thrill of being defenseless in a fierce storm that would overwhelm her. As tongue swipes about her swollen nether lips, love tunnel opening, and proudly pointed love nub turned to passionate kisses and sucking, the squeals of exquisite sensation built to screeches of tempestuous, stomach-wrenching, heated shuddering orgasm ~~ one after another ~~ the most intense for the teen by far. She mustered the strength to pull away from Daddy. She couldn't take it anymore. As she started to collect herself back into lucid consciousness, she thought to herself that Daddy would make her cum like this many times ahead into the future. So far, the reality was exceeding her fantasies.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" The ultra-relaxed, naked man was just amazed at what a hot, turned-on little tramp his little girl had become. Maybe it was not very parental, but he could not help but love her even more. The close acquaintance with all her developed woman stuff was stimulating life anew to his happy camper. He even enjoyed the after-cuddle with her more than he could recollect with her mother or other females. She would coo more of her soft endearments while she would twirl her fingers around the downy soft hairs on his chest and corded tummy.
"Are you sleepy, Daddy? I am. Let's pull back the covers and get into this bed. I think you are dry enough, now. I want us to sleep in each other's warm arms. I want to feel your hunky man body up against me all night long." Even with the lights off, she was just awe-struck with the lithe movement of the muscles of the naked man who helped her pull back spreads and sheets to let themselves into the bed with each other.
He knew she was snuggling into him for hours into the night. He would wake to her fondling his cock and elsewhere between his legs. He could not tell whether he was sporting night wood, or stiffness stimulated by her caresses, or both, but it felt damned good to be played with like this, and he would spread open his legs to enable her more venue. As he would shift himself into her fingers and hand, she would whisper little snickers and giggles. This is the way she had always dreamed her daddy would be with her.
He finally slept for hours in deep slumber and a sexy dream when he was awoken by his naked teen partner pushing back the covers and climbing over him. "Oh Daddy, I am so wet and horny again. Please love me more than ever because I want us to fuck now. I have wanted this for us for so long now. Take me, Daddy."
More like she was taking him. She was lifting herself over him in what would be an attempt to impale herself on his desired dong. But straddling and pointing the roll of meat to the appointed spot between her nether lips, she would shudder with intense twinges of warm pleasure anytime the head of the outstretched organ of firm flesh would touch any of her woman affair. Such were the heights of her erotic arousal. Finally, with the help of skillful big daddy fingers, he humped up to thrust the head of his treasure into her desperately needy love hole. She immediately squealed from the shudder of a tingling orgasm, and she feared the stormy ones would ensue where she would not be able to retain control while Daddy's prize was in her. She thought she heard the sounds of summer thunder off in the distance, but she could not be sure if it was the noise of her own heart pounding. Such as was needed, it started out a very slow fuck.
The healthy, fit partner in the bed, more than sensitive to his teen daughter's over-stimulation, was enthralled by the very warm, wet, tight young girl twat that snatched at and worked his tool with squishy muscular undulation. All this with hardly any friction from riding or stroking. He was amazed any females were wired to fuck this way. He breathed hard to help some measure of control and durability. He could never remember his joy stick being massaged with such expertise in either vaginal congress or any other way. The irony was overwhelming that this was his reward for finally throwing himself into sexual relations with his own daughter ~ a fantasy he thought was the lowest of guilty pleasures.
She was riding him with conviction now and writhing, squealing and screeching like a banshee. Could she be shooting from one orgasm to another? "Oh Daddy!... Oh fuck Daddy, you're such a hawwwwtt fuck!"
He felt that tightness again deep inside below the belt. "WTF!", he thought. "Don't try and fight it and let worked over nuts get milked dry." Now he was grunting again as he thrust up to meet the teen's downward drops.
"Your sweet cock, Daddy, it's mine. My pussy is all yours." Within seconds, he felt the snap and the initial volley of spooge and wetness thrust with some force deep into her insides. He moaned his song of pleasure, holding the young girl tight as she screamed out her last fit of orgasm. It took over a minute for both their throbs and shudders to subside completely. He felt the thwap of warm, sweaty tits impact his chest, as from waist up she collapsed on him.
"Oh Daddy, that was just awesome. I love you so much. I always knew it would be hot and gritty between us. Tomorrow I won't be quite so hot and bothered. Promise! I want you to fuck me on top. Drill my little puss as hard as you can."
Daddy joked again. "But I thought you milked my nuts dry, just like there might be something wrong with the plumbing."
The teen tittered and then broke out in laughter. "Oh, I think a stud like you can churn up some more goody in short order from your hot places down there. Honestly, I am still a little insecure about the plumbing."
"Well, you need to drive the car home and bring back some clothes for me, remember? We have to see about what we can accomplish here in the next couple of days." He was about to say something about thinking carefully about the status of their relationship. But he had to admit to himself the sex had brought them closer to the point he found it hard to think he could be more emotionally bonded with some other woman, especially with the strong sexual prowess of Trilby. Besides, if there were still some open questions, she may refuse to bring back some clothes. The idea of spending the whole weekend with his daughter, very much in love with him, stark naked was an appealing fantasy, but they both were confronted with a much more practical agenda.
He suddenly felt some wetness on his nuts and upper thighs. "Oh Daddy, what have we here." She signaled for the box of tissues on the bedside table. She kept pulling out one tissue after another. She was gently but hurriedly wiping his legs and genital area. "When I called you a stud just now, I hit the mark. Look at all this load of man cream you squirted out into me."Please let us not get cum stains on our new sheets already. I so love guys, but they were slapped together to be sloppy.
"This was your doing. A little minx gets what she wants, but we have to follow through by honoring our responsibilities and obligations."
"Of course, Daddy. I already told you I know all the hard work we have ahead of us over the next 2 weeks or so."
The teen really believed she had her hot daddy in her snare, now. The sex had been so adventurous and promised to only get better. But there was still one loose end. She still did not know whether her daddy and Rene intended to relate in any way. She asked him a number of questions about her, but he teased the teen with coy and evasive answers.
See the beginning of the series at part 1.
to be continued... | 5 |
105,318 | Shameless, Incestuous Liz | Hi! My name's Liz, but people know me as an uncontrollable slut. I love that. Today I'm going to visit my family. My dad, my mom, my four brothers, my two sisters, my uncles, aunts, and cousins- well, everybody close is going to be there. I'm the only slut in my family, so I have to satisfy everybody all by myself. I love that too! I haven't gotten pregnant yet, but my uncle says that he'd be happy to give me a few extra cream pies if I do well today.
I drove there alone, but I sat on a really big vibrating horse dildo the whole way, so I'm already soaked. I left my ass empty because I love it when daddy stretches me. He just keeps shoving stuff in there one after the other until I can't fit anymore, and then he starts forcing me open! It's wonderful. When I get there, I get out to greet my mommy, still vibrating inside. She gives me a long kiss and then looks down at my pussy. She reaches her hand down and shoves her fist inside, pushing the dildo farther inside. "Ahhhh thank you mommy" I squeal. She knows how to get it deep, and I always have trouble getting in there.
We walk up to the house and my little brothers opens the door for us. When I walk in, he happily grabs my nipples and squeezes. I moan and he smiles, giving me a hug. Everybody's already here. The girls have taken seats on the couches and chairs and the boys are standing around. Everybody's looking at me in anticipation. I walk into the middle of the room and put my hands on my pussy lips, pulling them as wide as I can. "Okay, everybody! Please, can you give me a baby today? I really really want one!"
My family quickly gets up and undressed. My dad goes straight to shoving his fist up my ass and my brother shoves his cock right in my pussy. My other brother joins him in there pretty quickly. My sisters line up to piss on me. Everybody's waiting for their turn to let loose, and I get to have every ounce of it! My daddy's really excited today, too! He's already putting his second fist in. My brothers are cumming inside me, but I know they can last three or four shots. They won't stop until they do, and they'll just get rougher and rougher until my pussy is just a loose little fuck hole.
Did I mention that nobody took my vibrator out? They just pushed it deeper inside to make room. Oh, I can feel it sooo deep. My daddy's rubbing against it from my ass hole and by brothers hit it every time they plunge into me. This is great!! I love it!
After my brothers finish cumming in me, my cousins are next in line. They continue the double penetration, knowing full well I'm loose enough. My mommy walks over and shoves her finger in my piss hole, being really rough with it. I can't stop squeezing and moaning at the pleasure. She quickly puts in another finger and pulls it open. I squirt right out onto my cousins. Oh, what a waste. After they cum I beg them to let me lick the pee off of them and they happily come over to my mouth. My uncles are next in line for my pussy and they don't plan on letting me rest.
My mommy dives right into fisting my little piss hole. She's been stretching it out for years, so I'm pretty used to it by now. She said she would try something new today, so I'm excited to see how stretched out she'll leave it! My daddy's busy too; he's already got my sisters shoving dildos in along side his fists. My ass is stretched out so much, it might not go back! I'm so excited!
Once every boy has had their chance to cum inside me, my cousin, the last one to cum, shoves a really huge plug to keep all of their cum inside my loose cunt. My mommy rips her hand out of my piss hole and walks into the other room. My daddy pulls his hands out of my ass, and my sisters quickly fill the void. They continue trying to force dildos inside of me, though they are having a hard time fitting anymore. The pain of being so stretched out is amazing!
My daddy shoves his cock right in my pussy alongside the giant plug! I wasn't expecting him to leave it in there, but oh it's so damn good! I love it! He just keeps fucking me so roughly! My mom walks in with a bag. She takes a ball out of the bag, about the size of her fist, and shoves it in my piss hole, as far in as she can. She takes another out and shoves it in too. She keeps forcing them in, until she can't anymore. She somehow forced four inside before she switched to smaller balls, filling in all the cracks. Oh, it's so tight it hurts. My asshole is so fucking full. And my dad is filling me up with even more cum right next to the biggest plug I've ever had inside of me.
There's no way I'm going to recover from this. I'm stretched permanently and my pussy is so full of cum I'm sure to give birth to an incest baby. Oh, speaking of which. If it's a boy, I'll teach him how to make his cock giant while he's still growing so that when he's older he'll be so big that he'll mess up my pussy even more and if it's a girl I'll teach them how to be a slut just like me so that my family will always have a cum dumpster to pour into.
Oh, and I'll have a place to store extra cum for when I get thirsty. Nothing else seems to satisfy me, after all. I like piss too, but it's not as delicious. Nothing compares to the taste of cum.
They'll take turns with me the whole day, even during meals. They'll spread cum all over my food and make me eat it all. I don't get any breaks from the fucking either. I have to eat at the same time. If I spill any my mommy pinches my clit and makes me squeal. If I don't lick the plate clean my daddy will shove a dildo down my throats and choke me.
Oh, I love it. Every ounce of it. I love being stretched. I love the cum. I love the pain and the pleasure and I'll never give it up. I'm an enormous slut, and my family supports me.
I hope I have a baby. I'll have a lot of babies. I'll never stop fucking, and I'll stretch out every hole I can.
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105,465 | The Debt | Harry Lucas was a gambler and a child molester. He and his wife fucked their kids. They loved to be fucked by their parents, and the parents also loved fucking them. Harry had written IOUs for close to $20,000, and the boss was anxious to get his money. He had some of his boys bring Harry in and told him that if he didn't pay his debt by next Monday, he wouldn't be around next Tuesday. The boss told him that to give him an idea of what would happen, he had his boys hold Harry's arm on the desk and used Harry's arm as an ashtray, putting out his cigar on Harry's arm.
He told Harry that if he didn't pay up, it would get worse, much worse. Harry went home, and his wife treated his arm. She asked him where he was going to get the money, and he told her he had no idea unless he robbed a bank or something. She told him he couldn't do that, as the cops would surely get him. She said, "Well, we have a week to think about it and see if we can come up with something." They ate their supper and then got undressed and began fucking with each other. After a while, their oldest daughter said, "Dad, what's wrong tonight? You're not fucking me as good as you usually do, is something wrong?"
Martha said, "We might as well tell them about the trouble, Honey." They told the kids about what would happen to their father in about a week if they didn't come up with something to get him off the gangster's hit list. Helen said, "Shit, Dad, do you think they would accept us as payment for your debt?" Martha said, "What are you talking about?" Helen said, "Well, maybe see if they would take us as payment for Dad's debt, and we could fuck the gangsters for, say, maybe a month or so."
Martha said, "I don't know, I like that idea though, but maybe we could sweeten the pot and include me also and let them fuck me and the kids for a month or so." Helen said, "Maybe if that wasn't enough for them, then maybe we could make a movie of us fucking together, and they could sell it and probably make back the money that Dad owes them. Maybe you could take a couple of our movies and show them to give them an example of what they'd be getting." Harry said, "Shit, I like the idea if all you guys are willing to do it for me."
They all said that they were. The next day, Harry and Martha went to see Mr. Harold Wintergreen, the boss. They outlined the plan to Harold, and he said that he liked it, the only thing is Harry has to appear in the movie also. Harry said, "It wouldn't bother me none." He told Harold that he has a couple of discs of them all fucking if they'd like to see what they all look like naked. They put the disc in and started playing it after he called all his boys in to watch it. They all enjoyed the movies and said that they would love to get some of the old broad and the little girls also.
Harold said, "Now that the boys have seen what you two look like naked on film, let's see what you look like live." He told them to get their clothes off. Harry asked why they want him naked. Harold said, "Because some of the boys are homosexuals, and others like myself are bisexual, and we like the looks of nice cocks also. Come on over here and let me suck your cock." Harry went over, and Harold began sucking his cock. While Harold was sucking Harry, some of the boys were sucking on Marty's tits and had her suck their cocks.
After Harold sucked Harry off, he said, "OK, you have a deal, your wife and kids for a month to fuck with and make a few movies for us. I know a guy that can shoot the movies and make copies of them. I'll get in touch with you when we want you to appear in the movies." Harold told Harry that he will let him have a credit of $50,000 to gamble with. Harry said, "I'm not going to gamble anymore from now on." Harold told him, "Do you realize what you just gave us here with you and your wife and kids and you all making these movies? We'll probably make close to a million dollars on each movie that we make, and I plan on making a movie a day with them and some of the boys. When we shoot the movies, only the boys will wear masks, but your wife and kids and you won't wear any masks, but it'll be alright because those movies will be sold only overseas, and the ones we make for here you can wear a mask so nobody will be able to tell who you are. We'll get in touch when we want you to appear, probably about a week or so from now."
Harry and Marty left and told the kids that they would be leaving probably about next Monday. The next week seemed to be going by at a mile a minute. It is now Sunday afternoon, and Marty says, "Honey, I know that you're going to be awful lonely during the next month, so I've made arrangements to keep you occupied. I've got Janet and the kids to take care of you while we're gone." He said, "Janet? Janet who?" She said, "Janet from next door." He said, "Shit, does her and Herb fuck with their kids too?"
Marty said, "Yeah, they do, but I just found out about it. You see, me and Janet have been having lesbian encounters for about the last year and eating each other's pussies. I told her that I was going to have to leave for about a month and that I was worried about you being alone for a month without me." She said, "Honey, would it bother you if maybe Harry and I were to become good friends and have me fuck with him while you're gone? You don't have to worry about us being alone. I hope this doesn't shock you too much, but Herb and I fuck with our kids, and I was wondering if maybe Harry would be interested in fucking with our kids also?" He began laughing, and she wanted to know what was funny, and he told her, "Shit, you fuck with your kids, we fuck with our kids also." She begins laughing also and says, "You do, that's great, we can all get together when you get back." Anyway, I invited her over here today so that you and her can get better acquainted with her and their kids.
She goes and calls Janet and tells her that she has broken the news to Harry and that he is looking forward to getting to fuck her and the kids. About 5 minutes later, Janet and her kids arrive, and they all get undressed very quickly. He says, "Boy, have you got a body on you, Janet. I've seen you, and I thought that I wouldn't mind fucking you, but you never looked this good with your clothes on. I hope you don't mind me saying that?" She says, "Shit no, I love to hear you say that. I've had the same thought about you too and wished that I could be fucked by you, but never imagined that you had a good-looking cock on you like that one. It's a beauty, as big as it is. Is it OK if I get started by sucking your cock?" Marty tells her to go ahead, and Harry motions for her to go ahead. She takes his cock into her mouth and begins to suck it. While Janet is sucking Harry's cock, Marty is sucking John's cock and tells him to fuck her, which he does, and when he is through, then Bill fucks her also. They spend the rest of the day fucking together, and Janet and Marty kiss each other, and Janet tells her that it will be a long month without being able to eat her.
The next morning, Harry takes Marty and the kids to Harold's place. Harold says, "Well, I'm glad to see you, and that you didn't welsh on our deal." Harry tells him that he'd never do a thing like that. Harold tells the kids to all get undressed and come over and suck his cock, and they all do. He says, "I just wanted to make sure that they were into sucking and fucking like you said they were. If they didn't perform, then we'd have to eliminate them. If you know what I mean." Harry says, "Shit, it was my daughter Helen here that thought up the idea of giving them to you to cover my debt."
Harold says to Helen, "So you like to fuck, huh, honey?" She tells him that she does and that if he'd like to fuck her right now, she would love it. He says, "I like this kid, she knows what she wants and goes after it. Why don't you get your clothes off, honey, and I'll fuck you right now. Why don't all you get your clothes off, and then my boys can also fuck you one after the other. The little boys and you can get undressed also, Harry, and our girlfriends can take care of you. I'm sure you wouldn't mind fucking Marge, my girlfriend. She's a good fuck and also a good cocksucker, if you'd like her to suck your cock for you." Harry says, "Shit, I'd be happy to have her suck my cock or even to fuck her the way she looks."
Harold says, "Tell you what, since I'm going to have your wife and kids here to fuck for the next month, I won't need Marge. Marge, honey, why don't you take a vacation and spend the month living with Harry here, and it'll give him something to keep you occupied during the month?" She says, "I'd love to, Harold, honey, just don't go getting too much into liking being fucked by her." He says, "I say the same thing to you, don't go not wanting to come back to me. You try that, and I'll cut your tits off for you."
Marty says, "I'm sure Harry appreciates the thought of having Marge coming to keep him company, but I had already made arrangements also for him, and our next-door neighbor is going to be fucking him with her kids."He says, "Shit, you mean that your neighbor and her kids fuck together also? Shit, we live in the wrong neighborhood out here." Marty says, "You just don't have any kids. If you had some kids, then you could fuck them and have fun with them." He tells Marge and all his boys that from now on, all the girls are going to get knocked up and have a kid, whether they want to or not.
Harry says, "Marty, do you mind if I was to fuck Marge for the next month?" She says, "Not really, honey, but you're going to really have your hands full with her and Janet and Janet's kids, and fucking them all for the next month." Marge begins sucking Harry's cock and then lays back, and he fucks her. When he is finished, Harold tells him that they will contact him in a couple of days about appearing in the movie and when and where he should be. Marge will take you there; she knows where they shoot the movies.
In fact, they may even have her appear in the movie also. You can go ahead and leave now with her, and they'll see you whenever. They leave and go home, and on the way, Marge has Harry's cock out of his pants and is playing with it. She says, "I hope that we have a little ways to go so that I can make you cum before we get there, and I can eat your cum for you, honey." She continues to jack him off, and finally, he is about ready to cum, and she leans over and takes his cock in her mouth.
She takes a tissue from between the seats and wipes off her mouth and partly wipes his cock also, but doesn't put it back in his pants. She asks him if he enjoyed that, and he tells her that he did. He pulls into the drive, and Janey sees him and comes over and sees Marge. She says, "Well, what do we have here? Picked up a play toy on the way home. Does Marty know about her?" He tells her that Marty does know about her and says that he's going to have his hands full for the next month with her and the kids.
Janet says, "It looks like you got an early start. Your cock is still sticking out and still has cum on it and on your pants." He sticks his cock back into his pants, and they go into the house. Janet says, "Does she know that you'll be fucking with little kids, and does she fuck with kids?" Marge says, "I never had until the other day, and I had my first experience with fucking with them, and I liked it. It's different from fucking my boyfriend." Janet says, "Your boyfriend? You mean that he is letting you come and live with Harry for a month?"
Harry says, "Janet, I don't know what Marty told you about her leaving with the kids. Did she tell you why she was leaving?" Janet tells him that she didn't tell her anything other than that she had to leave for a month. He says, "OK, I think and hope I can trust you with what I'm going to tell you." She says, "Shit, you know you can. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or Marty." He says, "OK, I owed this gambler $20,000, and he called me into his office last week and said I had to pay him by today. Either pay him by today or I was a dead man. There was no way that I could get that kind of money. We didn't know what we were going to do, and then Helen, my daughter, got the idea of maybe he'd accept Marty and the kids as payment for my debt. So we went to him, and he liked the idea, so he is going to be fucking Marty and the kids for the next month, and they are going to be making kiddie porn movies for him, and every so often, they are to call me and have me appear in them also. Then he said that since he had Marty and the kids, he didn't need Marge for the month, so he gave her to me to keep me company. Marty said that she didn't mind me fucking her and you and the kids, but I was going to be worn out by the end of the month."
Janet says, "Shit, you mean that you're going to be in a kiddie porn movie? Wow! I'd like to see them making that." Marge says, "Shit, if you'd like to, you can come along too, and maybe even be in it if you'd like to. Shit, bring the kids also, and maybe you'll have some new movie stars in the family. Where's your husband at? He'd probably like to watch it also?" Janet says, "Shit, I just might do that. My husband is out of town right now and won't be back for about 3 weeks." Marge says, "You mean that he don't mind you fucking with Harry while he's gone?" She says, "Shit, he's probably fucking some of those European whores himself. He don't mind, and I don't mind. Just as long as we each come back to each other, that's all that's necessary. I just made some spaghetti for supper, Harry. Would you like to eat some spaghetti from me?"
He says, "What do you mean, 'eat some spaghetti from you'?" She says, "It's something that me and Herb does when we have spaghetti. I have this funnel with about a two-inch opening on it, and I stick it in my cunt, and Herb will stick a bunch of spaghetti into the funnel, and it goes into my cunt. And after he has put a bunch in my cunt, he then pours some sauce onto the spaghetti, and then he sucks the spaghetti out of me. It sort of tickles having all the stuff in me, but it's fun doing it for him and for me. How would you like to try it? Maybe Marge would like to try it also and see how it feels and you or me to suck it out of her." Marge says, "I wouldn't mind trying it. It might be fun having it in me. I wouldn't mind you sucking it out of me either. You do eat pussy, don't you?" Janet tells her that she does. Marge says, "We should have a great time here for the next month together. I love to eat pussy also."
Harry says, "Doesn't some of the spaghetti still stay up there in you?" She says, "Oh yeah, there is no way to suck all of it out of me, but I use pussy pressure, and the rest of it comes out of me. Then I have water poured into my pussy, and it cleans out the sauce that is in there." He tells her that he'd like to give it a try with her, and they do, and Marge tries it also and says that she's going to have to tell Harold about it and have him try it when she gets back. In fact, it might be a good thing to do in the movie with a little girl having her cunt stuffed with spaghetti and somebody eating it out of her. "That's a great idea, Janet, thanks." They go into the living room, and the kids are fucking, and Harry tells Janet that he wants to fuck her.
Marge asks who the big boy is, and Janet tells her that it's her oldest son, John. She asks John if he'd like to fuck her, and he tells her that he would, but it'll have to wait for an hour or two, that he just fucked his sister and needs to recharge first. So she takes Bill and has him to fuck her. John tells her that he would be happy to sleep with her tonight if she'd like, and she tells him that it's a date. Harry fucks Janet, and while he is resting, Marge and Janet eat each other's pussies. After Harry has recovered, he then fucks Marge.
By this time, it is now 10:00, and about time to go to bed. John goes with Marge, and Harry goes with Janet. Bill sleeps with Agnes and Gwen both. It is a few hours before any of them goes to sleep, and when they wake up, they all knock off a piece of their partner. Harry says, "Well, I guess I have to go back to work. My mini-vacation is over. Have fun today while I'm gone." He gets to work, and a friend of his says, "Man, you look worn out, Harry. Wife been giving you too much pussy lately?" Harry says, "Shit, my wife isn't even here." Herman says, "Shit, you mean that you've been banging a different broad while your wife's gone?" Harry says, "Herm, I can trust you, can't I?" He tells him certainly. Harry says, "I have this girl to live with me for the next month, and my next-door neighbor is also living with me, and I'm fucking both of them and the neighbors' kids. Oh! Shit. I hope you didn't hear that last part." Herm says, "What's that about fucking the neighbor's kids? Yeah, I heard it, and you are a lucky devil. I wish I had something like that going with me, even if I had one of the girls."
Harry says, "You're not going to say anything about me and the kids, are you?" Herm says, "Shit, I'm not going to say anything about them. You wouldn't be interested in having a visitor to come and help you out with all that fucking, would you? I'd be willing to help you fuck the two girls or even the little kids. There are some girls, isn't there?" Harry tells him that there are two little girls, one 11 and one 10. He says, "Shit, them are some young stuff. I've never fucked any that young before. I have had a couple of 15 and 14-year-old ones before, but not any that young. That would be a first for me. If you'd let me fuck them." Harry says, "It would be alright with me. I'll have to ask Janet, my neighbor, if she'd be willing to let you fuck them." After they get off from work, Harry takes Herman to his house, and Marge says, "Shit, we're being raided." Janet says, "We're not being raided. Didn't you know that Harry was a cop?" Marge says, "A COP? Shit, no, I didn't know he was a cop. I don't know if Harold knows he's a cop either." Janet tells her that it's alright, he's not going to arrest her.
Harry and Herman come into the house, and Harry tells them that he is his partner and that he would like to help me take care of you two girls for a while if you'd let him and if so, take care of the kids also. Janet says, "He knows about the kids?" Harry says, "Yeah, I accidentally let it slip to him, and he said that he'd fucked a 14 and a 15-year-old girl before, but never ones that were 10 and 11, and would like to try them on for size if you'd let him." Janet says, "Well, he'd have to pass an initiation test first. Let's all get naked, and then we'll see if he qualifies." They all get naked, and Janet says, "Well, he does have a nice-sized cock on him. Mind if I suck it for you?" She does, and they tell Janet to suck him some and for him to eat their pussies and then fuck each of them.He does, then she calls in the kids and tells him to fuck Gwen, her youngest daughter, and he does. Then he fucks Agnes, and he keeps fucking her and moves up to her mouth and cums in her mouth, and she swallows his cum. He says, "I wasn't sure if I should cum inside the little girl and maybe get her pregnant, so I figured I'd cum in her mouth instead." Janet says, "You passed the test, and as for cumming inside her, it's alright, everybody cums in her, so you like to fuck little kids also. That's good." You'll have to wait a while now, though, to fuck me or Marge. How about eating pussy, you like to eat pussy?" He says, "Absolutely, I do, or I could suck Harry's cock for him if he'd let me." Harry says, "You can suck my cock, but not all the way off, or I'd have to wait before I fucked Marge. I slept with Janet last night and fucked her before we went to sleep and also when we got up this morning, but I haven't fucked Marge today yet."
Just then, the phone rings, and it is Harold, and he tells Harry that they are filming tomorrow evening, and for him to be there. Marge says, "I want to talk to him. Harold, honey, I have the greatest thing for the movie. Harry's neighbor does it, and I did it too, and it is fun to do. Load up a cunt full of spaghetti, and after it's full, then pour sauce on it, and then somebody eat the spaghetti out of her cunt. I love it when I did it. OK, goodbye, honey," Harold says, "that it sounds kind of interesting, and I might give it a try. Oh, shit, I was going to ask him if he knew you were a cop or not."
He tells her that what he is doing now has nothing to do with him being a cop. Herman wants to know what is going on. Harry tells him the details about him and Marty and about Marge being Harold's girlfriend, and that he had to go tomorrow night and appear in a kiddie porn movie along with his wife and kids. Herman says, "Shit, is there any chance that I can come along also and watch them make it?" Harry told him that Janet and her kids and Marge were going also, and he might as well come too.
The next night, they all go to a warehouse. Harold is introduced to Janet and her kids, and he asks if they'd be interested in appearing in a movie, and she tells him that it might be fun to do. He tells her and the kids to get their clothes off and have him see if they are any good. They get undressed, and she goes over and unzips his pants and begins sucking his cock. The kids begin sucking him also. He says, "Shit, that's good enough for me. We'll get a script ready for you and give you a call in a couple of days."
Marge says, "Harold, honey, did you know that this guy and his friend are cops?" He says, "Well, no, I didn't know that." Harry says, "My being a cop has nothing to do with what I'm doing here or my wife is doing here. Herman here is my partner, and he's fucked with Janet's kids also. If we were here on cop business, would we be fucking kids?" Harold says, "Yeah, you're right, you might try to trap me, but the cops surely wouldn't have you go as far as fucking little kids, so I guess you are doing that on your own, though I haven't seen him doing anything with a kid yet."
John comes over and unzips Herman's pants and takes out his cock and begins sucking it, and Herm cums in his mouth. Herm then goes to Bill and starts sucking his cock and sucks him off and swallows his cum. Harold says, "OK, I guess that you're alright. You wouldn't like to be in the movies, would you?" Herman says, "I wouldn't bother me none, I'd be willing. I love fucking with little kids. Like I told Harry, I'd fucked a 14 and a 15-year-old girl, but never real young, and then after fucking Janet's girl, that is a real thrill to fuck kids that are nice and young like they are. I'm going to want to fuck little kids from now on."
Harold hits a button on the intercom and says to have Marty and the kids come in. They come in and see Harry and rush over to greet and hug him. Harold says, "You'll have to fuck your kids, and you won't be wearing a mask. This version will be sold in Europe and Japan and all the other countries, but not here in the USA. You'll be wearing a mask for the USA version, also the only thing that you'll have to do is your talking, and when you get ready to fuck, we'll just splice in the fucking part from before since you wouldn't be able to cum that quick and you'd hold us up."
They go ahead and do the shooting, and then there is a call of "That's a Wrap." They all get dressed, and after talking a bit with Marty, they leave. On the way home, Janet asks if she had anything to say about how they were treating her. Harry says, "She says that she's enjoying herself, and the kids are also. She says that they're not mistreating her or anything. Harold's boys have only fucked her once, and all the rest has been Harold fucking her. She said that Harold's boys are fucking the kids more than he does. He mustn't like to fuck kids."
Marge says, "Shit, if he's fucking your wife and not the kids, then I know what that means. He is really missing me. Could we go see him tomorrow? Maybe I can make a deal with him." Harry says, "Well, we can if you'd like to." The next day, Harry and Marge go to see Harold. Marge says when she goes in, "Honey, you do miss me, don't you?" He tells her that he does miss her. She says, "Why don't you let Marty go back to her husband and have me come back? After all, you've had close to a week of fucking her and the kids, and you've made a movie with her, and that will more than cover Harry's debt to you."
Harry says, "Harold, I was thinking, maybe if you'd like, we could continue making the movies for you, and you could just pay us the going rate for the people and kids that fuck in the movies." Harold says, "You mean it, you'll continue to make the movies? Do you think that your neighbor would want to still make a movie with her kids like she said that she did?" Harry says, "Most likely, she would still like to make it, especially if she gets paid for it." Harold says, "OK, you can have your wife and kids back, and I'll give you a call when we are ready to shoot a new movie."
Harold sends for Marty and the kids and tells them that they can go home. "Go get your clothes and whatever and pack them up, and Harry can take Marge back home to get her stuff." She says, "That won't be necessary, honey, I brought everything with me. But if it's alright with you, I would like to have Harry fuck me one last time before he leaves." Harold says, "Oh, I guess it'd be alright, maybe Marty will let me fuck her one last time also if it's all right with you, Harry." Harry tells him to go ahead. Marty comes back and sees Harry fucking Marge, and he tells her that she wanted one last fuck from him, and Harold would like one last one from you also.
When they are finished, Harry says to Marty, "Harold was wondering if we'd be interested in fucking in some more movies and get paid for doing it. He'd also like to use Janet and her kids also if they would." She says, "I'd love to do it if you didn't mind, and I'm sure that Janet would like to do it also." They all hug, and Harry and Marty leave. When they get home, Janet sees Marty and comes out and asks if she's home now for keeps, and she tells her that she is.
Marty says, "Harold wants us to make some more movies, and we told him that we would, and he asked about you, and I told him that you probably would still like to do some also." She says that she would. Marty tells her that he will be calling us, and I'll let you know also. They all go inside, and after getting undressed, they all begin to have some fun for the first time in a week. They continue to have their fun for the next three weeks, and Herb finally arrives back home.
When he gets home, he tells Janet, "You're not going to believe what I got here. I've been staying with a friend of mine over there and fucking his kids while I was there. He makes Porno kiddie movies over there. The day before I left, he said that he got a new shipment in from the states of a batch of kiddie movies, and we watched them all night, and I never got any sleep last night. But look at the movie I got." He puts it on and starts, and it is Harry and Martha and their kids, and they are naked, and they start to fuck.
He says, "Look who it is, isn't that Harry and Marty and their kids?" She says, "Yes, it is. I was there when they shot that film, and we're going to be in some also now that you're back home. I've already made three of them with the kids and Harry substituting for you. We've made over $8,000 for the three movies." He says, "But aren't you afraid that someone will recognize you? You should be wearing a mask or something so people can't recognize you." She tells him that we don't wear a mask in the films that are going around the world, and the ones for here in the states, we do wear a mask.
"You just got one from Europe, so we didn't have the masks on." He then asks how did Harry and Marty get to know that we fucked our kids. She tells him it's a long story. She begins to tell him what has happened during the five weeks that he's been gone. After he hears the story, they all go and begin to fuck with Harry and Martha, and they continued from then on, and Herb was also included in making the movies also. | 3 |
105,480 | Aunt Becky | Hi, my name is Billy Warner, and I'm 14 years old. What I'm about to tell you is what happened to myself and my brother and sisters about a month ago when we were at my Aunt Becky's house. Our mother and father were going away for a week on vacation. We didn't know at the time that a friend of my father's had invited him and my mother to spend a week with him and his wife at a nudist camp. My mother was reluctant to go at first, but my father had finally persuaded her after much coaxing. The way I understand it now, it was more like a wife-swapping camp. But more about that later. We live in a small town just south of St. Louis, and my Aunt Becky lives in a town just south of us.
Anyway, Mom and Dad took us to our Aunt's house the day before they were to leave, and we enjoyed it there, especially with her kids. A bunch of us kids played Monopoly the first night there, and about 10:00, Aunt Becky said that it was time to go to bed. We all went upstairs without any complaints. The girls were in one room, and us boys were in another room. There was a door between the two rooms that could be locked from either side.
When we got to the boys' room, Gabe asked me if I liked sex. I asked him what he meant, and he said, "You know, do you jack off and look at dirty books of naked girls." I told him that if he made sure he didn't tell anyone, I'd tell him. He promised that he wouldn't say a thing to anyone. I told him that I do jack off to pictures of naked girls and would love to fuck some of them sometime.
He says, "Have you ever sucked a guy's cock before?" I told him that I hadn't ever had an opportunity to suck a guy, but would like to try it sometime. He says, "How would you like to try it right now? We can suck each other's cock if you'd like." He cupped his hand over my pants onto my cock and pressed it, and it felt good when he did that. I said, "But what about your brother and my brother, they'd see us doing it." He said, "Don't worry about them; they'll be doing the same thing together that we are." I said, "They are? That's great. Hey, look, they're taking off their clothes now." Gabe says, "OK, so what the fuck are we waiting on? Let's get naked too."
We both got naked, and he showed me the good points of sucking a cock and licking his balls. He sucked my cock, and before long, I came in his mouth, and he swallowed my load of cum. Vince and Donald were finished before we were, and Vince gasps. We look up, and all the girls are in the doorway watching us. They begin to giggle at us. The only good part about this was that they were all naked themselves. Then it dawned on me that I was seeing my sisters all naked for the first time, and they were beautiful. Gabe says, "Alice, what the fuck are you doing coming into our room without knocking?" She says, "I thought that you might be having a good time over here, so we thought that we'd come over and join in the fun."
Gail, my sister, says, "We were talking about boys, and Alice asked me if I had ever seen you naked, and I told her that I only seen a flash of your cock one time." She asked if I'd like to see more of you, and I told her that I wouldn't mind it at all. Alice said, "Tell you what, let's wait about 10-15 minutes, and then we'd go through the door, and I'll bet that they're all naked in there and maybe even sucking each other's cock, if we're lucky, we might get to see it." Gail says, "And we did, and it looked great. You're not really mad at us for doing it, are you? After all, you're all getting a good view of us too."
Gabe says, "Why don't you girls all come on in and let us get a better view of what you got?" He begins to play with Gail's tits and asks her if she minded, and she told him that she didn't mind at all. He then begins licking her nipples and sucking on them and then works his way down her belly and finally begins licking and sucking her pussy. She begins to moan and scream, and I told her to be quiet before Aunt Becky and Uncle Howard heard her. Gabe and Alice both tell me that it's OK, that they know what's going on in here. They pointed to the ceiling in the corner, and then I saw it, a tiny TV camera.
Gabe says, "Surprise, you're on 'Candid Camera'!" Then all of a sudden, the door to the room opens, and it is Aunt Becky and Uncle Howard, and they are both standing there in the nude. Aunt Becky says, "Gail, Billy, Vince, Gracie and Doris, I hope you don't hate us for doing this to you. You see, we have sex with our kids and was wondering how we were going to be able to do it with you guys here for a week, and then Alice came up with the plan to get you involved also, and see if you all would like to join us in doing it." Gail says, "You mean for us to have sex with the kids for a whole week? That would be great. What do you think about it, Billy?" I told her that it sounds good to me also.
That I'm willing to go along with it too. Aunt Becky says, "Now there's one other thing, it doesn't include just the kids, it includes Howard and I also." Gail says, "Holy shit, you mean that we can have sex with Uncle Howard and you, Aunt Becky?" Aunt Becky says, "That's right. You all will be fucked or be able to fuck both of us. And also from now on, we'll eliminate this Aunt and Uncle shit. From now on, it's just Becky and Howie." Gail says, "Shit, this might be a fun week after all."
Becky says, "If you're wondering why we have the video cameras in the rooms, it's because we like to watch the kids do their thing. They know that the cameras are there, and it doesn't matter to them. There's nothing that they do to be ashamed of; we all do just about everything together. Everybody here is fucked or fucks, and everybody sucks cock and pussy. That's how the girls knew when to come into your room. They were watching everything you were doing on their TV set. Becky says, "It's almost midnight, you all need to get to sleep and get some rest so you'll have strength for your games tomorrow, so you girls get back to your room and get to sleep, and no grabass. You boys get to sleep also, and we'll see you all in the morning."
We all went to sleep, and the next morning we began to wake up about 8:00, and Alice came rushing in and jumping on the beds to wake those of us who wasn't awake yet. Gabe says, "Will you get the fuck out of here, we don't even have any clothes on." She says, "Who the fuck cares, I've seen what you have a million times. I like the looks of what Billy has the best anyway, it's much bigger than yours." I began to jack my cock and say, "And I can get it bigger also for you if you'd like." She says, "That I'd like, I like it when it's much bigger." All of a sudden, over the PA system comes the voice of Becky, "Alice, quit teasing Billy and get down here." I said, "What's she doing, watching us on the TV?" Alice tells me that she is. I give the camera the finger, and Becky says, "I saw that, Billy." Everyone begins to laugh.
Gabe says, "You don't have to worry about getting dressed, we never dress for breakfast, and besides, Anita is going to arrive in about 20 minutes." I asked Gabe who Anita was, and he told me that she comes every Saturday morning about 8:30, and we all fuck her, and she sucks our cocks, and then she cleans the house. She's sort of a fucking maid. And he laughs at his joke. I asked him how old she was, and he says that she's about 18-19 years old. I asked him how long she'd been doing this, and he says, "Oh, I think it's been about 2-3 years now that she's been coming here on Saturday. We all love her and her body. If you know what I mean." I told him that I think I do. You love to fuck her.
Over the PA system comes, "Will you guys stop your talking and get down here, NOW." We all went downstairs to the dining room, and Becky came in carrying the platter of bacon and eggs. She had an oversized apron on and says, "If you're wondering why I'm wearing an apron, it's to protect my body from the splatter of grease from the stove." She then takes it off and sits at the table. Right after she sits down, the doorbell rings, and Gabe says, "That's probably Anita, it's about time for her." Becky goes to the door and looks and sees that it is Anita and lets her in. She comes into the dining room and gives out a gasp and says, "Who are they?" Becky then introduces us to Anita and tells her that we would be here for a week. She says, "I suppose you'll want me to take care of them also." Becky says, "Only if you want to, if you don't want to, you don't have to."
She says, "Oh, I wouldn't mind, especially that big one over there." I say, "How can you tell it's so big, it's hidden under the table." She begins to laugh, as does everyone else. Becky asks her if she would like some breakfast, and she says that maybe a cup of coffee and a biscuit. After we were through eating, Anita says, "Now where's that big one that you had under the table?" I stood up, and she says, "WOW! You weren't kidding about having a big one. I'm going to have to have two sessions with it before I leave. I hope you don't mind, Becky. You might get ignored today."
Becky says, "Don't think a thing about it; they are our guests, so they should get the best."Why don't we get started, I'm sure Anita is anxious to get started. We all went into the living room and Anita grabs my cock and begins sucking it, and it doesn't take me any time at all, and I cum in her mouth, and she swallows the cum. Then she takes on Gabe and begins sucking him off, and had me eat her pussy. We all had a turn at her, and then she said that she better begin cleaning. For about the next two hours, she spent cleaning the house and said that it was almost time to leave, but first, she had to have me fuck her.
She laid back and spread her legs and motioned for me to stick my cock into her pussy. I did and began pumping away at it. I finally came into her, and she then kissed me and said it was great. She asked if I'd still be here next Saturday, and I told her that I wasn't sure but thought that I might be here. She said that she hoped so, that she'd like to have me do her again. She then left. We did have another session the following week as I was still there.
After Anita left, I asked Becky how come she only comes once a week on Saturdays? Becky says, "She has a husband, and he has to work on Saturdays from 7:00 to 1:00. During the week, he works at home with his computer, but on Saturday, he has to go to the office. So she comes here for the cleaning and the fucking to earn extra money." Now there is one thing that you haven't encountered yet. We do a lot of pee play. Do you know what that is?" Gail says. "Is that pissing?" Becky says, "Yes, we like to piss on each other and into each other's mouth and drink it." We all made a face when we heard that.
Becky says, "Now don't prejudge us, it's not as bad as it sounds. In fact, piss has a good taste to it." I said, "Becky, You mean that all you guys actually drink piss and like the taste of it?" Becky says, "Yes, we all drink it, and we want you to try it also. I'm sure that if you try it, you'll be surprised at how good-tasting it really is, and even if you don't drink it, just to piss on us and let us piss on your bodies. It really makes you feel horny having it done to you. When that warm stream of piss hits your body, it'll make you twice as horny as you were. Would anyone like to try it and be pissed on and maybe take a sip of it?" Gail says, "OK, I'll give it a try."
I told her what are you thinking, you're going to drink piss. She says, "Billy, Do you think that Aunt Becky is going to have us try something that is going to harm us? They say that it is good-tasting stuff, and I believe them and want to try it for myself and see what it tastes like. Maybe I won't like the taste, but at least I'll know what it tastes like and know that I don't like it. Why don't you give it a chance too and try it yourself?" I told her that I believed Becky and knew that it mustn't be too bad and that it wouldn't hurt us. So OK, I'll give it a try also. Vince, Grace, and Doris all agree and decide to go ahead and try it also. Becky gives her a pair of goggles to protect her eyes from the burning of the piss.
Gail laid down on the plastic sheeting, and Howard stood over her and began pissing down on her cunt and worked his way up her body and finally reached her mouth, and he pissed into her mouth with a rapid amount and continued up to her hair. She motioned for him to piss more into her mouth, and he did. When he was finished, she got up and took off the goggles and said, "WOW! That was great, It made me tingly all over. That was more exciting than being fucked. I loved the taste of the piss also. They're right, it doesn't taste bad at all. In fact, I wouldn't mind drinking Howard's whole load of piss sometime.
Next, it was my turn to be pissed on, and I was still kind of leery about doing it but went ahead anyway. I put on the goggles and laid down, and Becky stood over me and began to piss on my cock. She worked her way up my body and reached my mouth and pissed into it and kept going. I swallowed the golden nectar and motioned for her to give me more, which she did, and I must have swallowed 3-4 swallows of it. When she was finished, I got up and said, "You're right, it really does make you hornier having the piss hit your body, and the taste isn't bad at all. I've tasted soda that was worse tasting than it is."
Vince and the other girls then took their turn at trying it, and all of them agreed that it wasn't that bad and were willing to do it again and to drink it again also. We played around with pissing on each other for a while until everyone had used up all their piss for the moment. So then we started to fuck the girls, and they gave us blowjobs, and about 4:30, we stopped, and Becky and the girls started to make supper. After supper, we all began again to fuck each other and play games with each other, and we went to bed about midnight.
Let me tell you about our Mom and Dad, about now. We just knew that they had gone on vacation but not to where they were going. We found that out a few days after they returned. It seems that a guy at Dad's office was real tan-looking, and Dad said to him that it looked like he got a lot of sun. Frank asked my father if he could keep a secret, and Dad told him that he could. Frank says, "Me and the wife and kids belong to a nudist camp and are always there, soaking up the sun." Dad told him, "Wow, that's something that he has always dreamed of doing is go to a nudist camp and get to see all the naked girls there."
Frank says, "I hope I don't offend you, but I swing both ways and like the looks of all the cocks that are there also." Dad says, "You don't offend me because you're Bi-sexual, I am also. I like guys also." Frank says, "You know you and your wife should come with us sometime and enjoy the facilities that they have there. It wouldn't cost you anything, I'm a part owner of the camp, and we have the biggest cabin on the grounds, and it has four bedrooms in it." Dad told him that he wished that he could but that he doubted that his wife would go along with it. Frank tells him to check with her and see if he can't persuade her to come to the camp. Dad said that when he got home, he talked to her, and she said that she wasn't interested. He asks her why, and she says, "Do you really want every guy there to see my body and see what I look like naked?"
He says, "What's the difference? Everyone will see me also. What is the difference if they see your body? Let them look, I'm proud of the way your body looks, and I'd like to show it off and show everyone that I have a woman with a beautiful body. You can look, but don't touch." She laughs and says, "Shit, I know why you want to go, you want to see all the girls naked there." He said, "And I guess you're not interested in seeing the guys." She says, "OK, I'd enjoy seeing the guys naked and see their cocks swinging back and forth or maybe even standing in the air. Ok, you talked me into it. I'll go with you." Dad said, "How about next week? Frank is on vacation, and I could take the week off, and we could all go together."
I'll call him and invite him and the wife over, and we'll get to meet each other." About an hour later, Frank and his wife Evelyn arrive, and they all socialize. Later, Frank says to Dad, "I've seen the way you've been looking at my wife, I don't blame you, she is a beauty, isn't she?" Dad tells him that yes, she is. Frank says, "I was noticing your wife also, and there's nothing wrong with her either. I wouldn't mind getting some of her." Dad says, "Are you talking about what I think you're talking about, that you would like to fuck her and maybe swap wives?" Frank says, "We'd be willing if you'd be willing." Dad told him that he would love to fuck his wife, but he is going to have to convince his wife, and that's going to be a tough order, I think.
The Willis's leave about an hour later, and Dad and Mom talk about the meeting. Dad tells her that he saw the way she was eyeing Frank, and she told him that she saw the way he was looking at Evelyn. She says, "Would you like to fuck her? If you would, it'd be OK with me, I'd like to have Frank fuck me." Dad told her that it would be great, that Frank had said that he would love to fuck her and that his wife would like him to fuck her. She says, "Well, if it's OK with you and you won't get mad about me being fucked by someone else, I'm willing to do it." He says, "Same with me, if you don't get mad about doing it, I'm willing to do it also. Agreed, we'll swap wives for the next week. You be his wife, and Evelyn will be mine."
She says, "I wonder what he plans to do about his kids, though." Dad says, "I don't know. I'll tell him tomorrow that he can plan on the swapping of wives at the camp. What are we going to do with our kids while we're gone?" She says, "I'm sure that Becky will take them for the week, and they don't have to ever find out about us swapping wives and husbands. I'll call Becky tomorrow and see if it's alright to bring them over on Friday evening. I don't know about you, but I'm going to be scared to death on Saturday, letting everyone see me naked and then letting Frank fuck me instead of you." Dad asks her if she was sure that she wanted to go through with this, and she tells him that she said she would, and she will.
The next day, Dad told Frank that Laura had agreed to swapping and that she would love to have him fuck her. Dad asked him about his kids and how it would affect them with the swapping of wives. Frank says, "It's OK, they're used to it, this isn't the first time that they have done it." Dad says, "Shit, you mean that you swap all the time?" Frank says, "Yeah, I'd say in the last two months or so, we've swapped a good 15 or 20 times with different people and the same ones as before. If you enjoy yourself with Evelyn, and Laura enjoys herself with me, we can make this a permanent thing, maybe once a week or once a month, whatever you'd like." Dad tells him that they'd have to see how it goes.See how his wife is with that or if she wants it to be just a one-time fling.
Frank says, "I understand, I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, just see how she feels about it and we can see what happens later." That night when he got home, he told her what Frank had said and asked her what she thought about it. She says, "Well, I don't really know right now whether I'd want to have him fuck me more than next week. Why don't we wait and see if we want to make it permanent or not. If I like it and you like it, it'd be OK with me, if it'd be OK with you. Oh, I called Becky and she said that they would be happy to keep the kids for as long as we need them too." Friday arrived and Mom and Dad brought us over to Becky's house. You already know what happened there with us.
The next morning, Mom and Dad left for the camp and when they got there, they told the gate attendant that they were expected and were friends of the Willis'. He said that Yes, they were expected and he told them where to go, and while driving, they could see all kinds and shapes of people walking around in the nude as if they were fully clothed. Mom said that this was different, seeing these people like this and thinking nothing about it. Dad saw Frank's car and said that it must be the cabin. They parked and got out, got the suitcases out, and Frank and Evelyn came out and began laughing at them. Frank says, "You sure you brought enough clothes along with you? There's only one thing the matter with that, you're not going to need clothes here, remember. Don't feel bad, almost everybody that comes here for the first time is the same way. They bring along a bunch of clothes."
Evelyn says, "Come on in and get undressed, as you can see we are ready to go already. I know that you're going to feel embarrassed when you first go out and start to meet people, but after about an hour or two, you'll think nothing of it about being naked, it'll seem like it is natural to you. It's the normal thing with just about every new person that comes here." Frank says, "Just look around out there, you can see that there are fat people, ugly people, old people and young people. They all enjoy the freedom from their clothes, and you will also." By this time, Mom and Dad were now naked, and Frank says, "Wow, You both have beautiful bodies on you. We're both really going to enjoy this week, I hope you do too."
They go outside and begin meeting people, and Frank tells them that this is Mom and Dad's first time at the camp. They were told by everyone that they'd enjoy their time there. Dad and Frank go over to the volleyball court, and Dad spies a cute little girl playing ball and says, "Wow, Is that little girl something. She is gorgeous and what a body on her." Frank says, "You like her, huh?" Dad tells him yes. Frank says, "You know that she's underage." Dad says, "Oh shit, she is. Man, I would have loved to fuck her." Frank says, "Would you still like to fuck her if I could fix it up for you?" Dad says, "Oh Yeah, I'd still like to fuck her no matter how old she was."
Frank says, "Well, she's not that far underage, but she is underage, and you wouldn't mind that." Dad says, "No, as long as I don't get caught doing it to her." Frank says, "She's 16 years old and she's my daughter." Dad says, "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I hope you'll forgive me for what I said, that I would love to fuck her." Frank says, "There's no need to apologize. If you'd like to fuck her, you can fuck her, she'd love having somebody new to fuck her. I'm going to trust you on this that you don't turn us in to the cops. We, Evelyn and I, fuck our kids and have sex with all of them. Does that bother you? I don't think that it should after you saying you'd like to fuck her no matter how old she was."
Dad tells him that he had nothing to worry about, that he wouldn't turn them in. He tells him that it isn't a bribe, but he would still like to fuck her, if he didn't mind. Frank says, "Shit, are you kidding? If you fuck her, then I'd know that you wouldn't turn us in because you'd have fucked an underage girl yourself." Dad says, "Yeah, that's right. You know, I talked to Laura a couple of years ago about having sex with our kids, and she didn't seem to be that against it, but she was afraid to approach the kids about doing it with them." Frank says, "Actually, Evelyn is with your wife now and going to call her attention to a nice-looking boy of 15 that happens to be our son and try to convince her that she would like to be fucked by him. Does that bother you, trying to persuade her?"
Dad says, "Shit, if she can convince Laura, so much the better. I wouldn't mind your son fucking her, then I could fuck your daughter." Frank says, "I have two other daughters that would love to be fucked by you if you would, one's 14 and one's 12. Would you mind fucking them since they're that young?" Dad tells him that it wouldn't matter to him as long as they got a cunt that he can get his cock into. Frank says, "Good, glad to hear it. We're going to have a great time tonight. We're going to have a party tonight, and I've invited some of my friends and their wives over so we can have some great fun tonight." Dad tells him, "You mean that there's going to be other people with us tonight also?" Frank says, "Is that going to be a problem?"
Dad tells him that it probably will be alright. That it will be a shock to Laura, but I'll tell her about it ahead of time. About that time, Evelyn brings Mom over and tells Frank that Laura has seen a boy that she would love to have fuck her and that Evelyn was going to fix it up for her to be fucked by him. Dad says, "Do you know how old the boy is that is going to fuck you?" Mom tells him no, and Dad tells her that he is 15 years old. Mom says, "Oh shit, he's underage." Dad says, "He's underage, but you'd still like to have him fuck you, wouldn't you?" She says, "Yes, that she would still like to be fucked by him."
Dad says, "Do you know who the boy is? It's their son. I'm going to fuck their daughter tonight, and she's only 16, and underage also. So you have no fear about them knowing that you were fucked by a 15-year-old. They also have a 14 and a 12-year-old girl that I said that I'd fuck tonight, so if I go that low, you shouldn't have a problem being fucked by a 15-year-old." Mom says, "You're going to fuck a 12-year-old girl? Shit, That's the age of Gracie. You mean if you got a chance that you'd fuck Gracie?" Dad told her that if he got the chance, he would love to fuck her. Just think that if you were to fuck their son, he would be only a year older than Billy." She says, "I guess you're right, it doesn't really matter how old they are, just as long as they have a nice big cock to fuck you with.
Ok, I'll go along with it and let him fuck me even if he is only 15. When we get home, maybe we can feel the kids out and see what they think about us having sex with them. Maybe they'd go along with doing it." Dad said that let's hope so, that he would love to fuck Gail and even Doris, as young as she is. Frank asks how old Doris is, and Dad tells him that she's only 10. Frank says, "WOW! I love 10-year-old girls. Maybe you'll let me have her sometime to fuck." Dad says, "If we can get them talked into it, you can have her also, after all, you're letting me have your daughter."
Dad tells her that they are going to have a party tonight, and three other guys and their wives are coming over and expect to fuck her as well as Frank. Mom says, "Shit, what are you trying to do, wear my pussy raw? Having to fuck four guys in one night is going to be a challenge. I hope I can take that many guys at one time. Oh, shit, four guys, I forgot I'm supposed to fuck Frank's son too. This is getting a little out of hand with five guys and not a one of them is my husband." Frank says, "Let me see if maybe I can cancel a couple of the guys for tonight to make it easier on Laura." About a half hour later, he comes back and says that the three guys are now down to one guy and his wife, and the other two will be coming tomorrow night.
Mom told him thanks, that she probably could have handled them all, but it will be much better not having so many in one night. They spend the rest of the day just relaxing, and Mom says, "You know, they were right, I don't miss not having any clothes on at all. I'm perfectly OK here right now being like this, and I don't care if everyone can see my tits and pussy, let them look, I don't care. Who's the girl that you're so horny over? Do you see her around?" Dad tells her that that is her over there. Mom says, "Wow, I can see why you like her, she is gorgeous. I wouldn't mind getting her myself." Dad asks her what she means that she'd like to eat her pussy. Mom tells him that is what she means, that she would love to eat her pussy right after you fuck her and suck the cum out of her pussy.
Dad tells her that maybe if we can talk the kids into doing it, we can invite them over and you can get her sometime, or maybe you can get her sometime this week. Mom says, "Yeah, I hope so, I'm looking forward to eating that pussy. I don't know, do you really think that we have a chance to recruit the kids into letting us fuck them and fuck us?" Dad says, "I don't know, but I sure hope that we can, like I said I'd sure love to fuck Gail and even suck Billy's cock too." Mom says, "Tim, You mean that you suck cock?" Dad tells her that he used to love to suck cock until he met her and then gave it up. I used to suck it all the time when I was in college.
I told Frank that I was Bi-sexual, and he'll probably want me to suck him tonight and him suck me. Mom asks, "Are you going to do it with him, actually suck his cock?" Dad tells her, "Sure, why not? There's nothing wrong with sucking cock. You eat pussy, don't you?" Mom says, "Well, that's different." He says, "What the fuck is the difference? You suck cock, and I suck cock.""You eat pussy and I eat pussy. So we both like the same things to eat," she says. "Well, I guess you're right, go ahead and suck his cock. But I'll be watching, I want to see this." Later that evening, the extra guy shows up with his wife and are introduced as Steve and Ellen Grimes and their kids Chloe, Bill, and Edgar. Dad leans over and says to Mom, "Shit, my balls are going to be working overtime to produce enough cum to take care of all these girls. That Chloe and her mother are some humdingers."
They are all introduced to each other, and Chloe comes over to Dad and says, "I like to be the first one that the new guys fuck. Do you mind?" Dad tells her that he doesn't mind in the least and would love having her as his first in the camp. She says that she had seen him today walking around with Frank and had thought that she would love to get some of that cock. And here she was about ready to suck it. "You don't mind that I'm so young, do you? After all, I am jailbait. But I still love to fuck." Dad tells her that he'll take his chances even if she is 'jailbait'; he's going to love fucking her.
She begins to suck Dad's cock and sucks him for about a minute or so, and then tells him to fuck her. He does, and then when he is finished, he eats her pussy and sucks cum out of her. Dad lays down and relaxes, and Mom calls over to him and asks if he is pooped. She says, "Shit, I've been fucked three times already. Man, this is great having all these guys fucking me, I love it." It went on like that for the next three to four hours before they called it a night. They all went to bed, Dad slept with Evelyn, and Mom slept with Frank.
When they woke up, they each had a bout of fucking with each other before they got up. Frank says to Dad, "Okay, what did you think about your first day at the camp?" Dad tells him that he loved it. Frank says, "Okay. From now on, when we leave the cabin, me and Laura are now husband and wife, and you and Evelyn are husband and wife. You two are no longer husband and wife for the rest of the week. Okay?" Dad says that it's okay with him, and Mom does also. Frank says, "If you see someone that you'd like to fuck, ask Evelyn about them, and she'll tell you if they're available to fuck. Most of the people here are our friends, and they know what goes on here and participate with us, but there are some that we haven't included."
They spent the rest of the week in each other's company, Dad with Evelyn and Frank with Mom, and at night they would each have a guest and his family in as extras. And really, Dad had the best deal because Frank and Evelyn only had one son but had three daughters, and the daughters were with Dad, and the son was with Mom. They'd all meet in the afternoon, and Dad and Frank would have a session of cock sucking each other. Then Saturday arrived, and Mom and Dad were ready to leave. Dad tells Frank thanks for inviting them and that he hadn't fucked that much since the first week of their marriage. Frank says, "I hope that you'll invite us over so we can have fun with you and your family. I'll see you at the office on Monday." Dad says, "I sure hope to invite you over if we can get the kids to go along with it. I'll keep you advised about what happens."
They leave and come home after picking us kids up from Becky's house. They go in the house and take the suitcases upstairs to their room. Gail says, "I'll help you with emptying the suitcases, Mom. Boy, did we have a good time at Becky's house. We all want to spend more time over there if you'll let us, maybe every other week or so, if you didn't mind." Mom thought, "Shit, that would be great. They could send them to Becky's house and invite Frank and Evelyn over to spend the week." Gail opens the suitcase and says, "Mom, what is going on here? Your clothes are the same as they were when we packed them; you haven't taken them out of the suitcase. How did you manage that, to live for a week in the same clothes?"
Mom tells her to sit down on the bed. Mom says, "Okay, you caught us. We didn't even open the suitcase during the week. You want to know where we went and was for the week? We were at a nudist camp." Gail gasps and says, "A nudist camp? Where people don't wear any clothes?" Mom tells her that's right, and "Your father and I didn't wear any clothes either." Gail says, "WOW! You mean that you let everybody see your body, and Dad let them see his body? WOW! I'd have loved to see that, especially Dad, and Billy would love to see you naked." Mom says, "Are you saying that you would like to see us naked?" Gail says, "Shit, Mom, if everybody else got to see you naked, why can't we? I'd love seeing Dad, especially naked. Is it okay if I say, 'I'd like to see his cock'?"
Mom says, "I guess it's alright for you to say 'cock' after all, you've said it, and I don't really mind anyway. So you know about cocks, huh?" She says, "Of course I do. I'm old enough now; I know all about fucking and all that good stuff. And I know that Billy would love to see your pussy and tits." Mom tells her, "I'll tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. Your father and I will get naked in front of you all if you all get naked in front of us. All you kids show us your cocks and cunts, and we'll show you ours. Agreed?" Gail says, "I agree and am willing. Let me talk to the rest of them." Mom says, "Okay, I'll need to talk with your father too."
Gail came and gathered us all together and says, "You know where Mom and Dad were for the week? They were at a nudist camp." Billy says, "Shit, you mean where you don't wear any clothes? Man, would I like to go to one of them places and see all the girls walking around naked." Gail says, "Me and Mom made a deal, and her and Dad are going to get naked in front of us if we get naked in front of them." Billy says, "Shit, let's go." Gail says, "Hold your horses. Mom has to talk to Dad and see if he'll go along with it. She'll let me know." A little bit later, Mom came to Gail and told her that it was a go. She said that we'd all gather in the living room and all get undressed at the same time.
They all go to the living room and they begin getting undressed. Gail gasps and says, "WOW! Look, you guys, look at the size of the cock on Dad. It's enormous. Man, would I love to suck that thing." Mom says, "What did you just say, young lady, that you'd love to suck your father's cock?" Gail says, "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out." Mom said, "I know you didn't mean to say it, but it was what you were thinking, right?" Gail says, "Yeah, Mom, that's what I was thinking. I really would love to suck Dad's cock and have him fuck me as well." Mom says, "Okay, go ahead, he won't mind. I had the same thought about Billy; I'd love to suck his cock and have him fuck me." I said, "Mom, are you kidding or are you serious? If you're serious, I'd love to have you do it to me, and I'd love to fuck you. This would be better than at Becky's."
Mom says, "Now just wait a minute. What's this about Becky's? Why are you calling her Becky all of a sudden? It used to be Aunt Becky. Why is it Becky all of a sudden?" Gail says, "Mom, since you said that I could suck Dad's cock and you're going to suck Billy's cock, I gather that we're going to be having family sex together. You're going to fuck all the girls and suck all the boys' cocks, right?" Mom says, "If you'd like to do it only, we wouldn't want to force it on you if you didn't want to do it." Gail says, "But we do want to, Mom. We'd love to be able to fuck and suck you and Dad and have you do it to us too. Why the change in attitude, and why haven't you ever wanted to do this before? We would have loved to have done it with you and Dad." Mom turned to Dad and says, "I'm going to tell them the whole story." Dad tells her to go ahead.
So between Mom and Dad, we were able to figure out about the underage kids that they had fucked during the week, and we loved hearing about it. It sure gave me a hardon listening to them telling about it. Mom says, "Okay, now you know what we did while we were gone. What's this about Becky and not Aunt Becky?" Gail says, "We weren't supposed to say anything to you about it, but I guess it'd be okay now that we know what you've been doing. We were doing the same thing with Becky. Her and Howard have been fucking us, and we were fucking them all week. They have been fucking their kids for years."
Mom says, "Becky and Howard have been fucking their kids?" Gail says, "Shit, they have video cameras in the bedrooms so they can watch us fuck, and we sleep in the nude so that whoever wakes up first can suck the guy off or eat the girl's cunt. It's great over there. That's why we wanted to go back over there." Mom says, "I think we are really going to have some good times from now on. Frank has a son that is just your age and a daughter a little older than Billy, and I think you both would love getting with them for some action. And maybe we can even go back to the nudist camp and take you with us."
Billy says, "Wow, I'd love that, all the naked girls there." Mom says, "Yes, and there's plenty of them there too, and boys with their swinging cocks, Gail. I have to call Becky and have them come over here. I've always thought that I would love to have Howard fuck me." Dad says, "I've always thought the same thing about Becky myself, I'd love to fuck her. Well, that's about it, how we got to fucking each other, and we all, including Becky and her family, are going out to the camp next week. That should be a lot of fun. I'm sure my cock will be standing tall all week." | 3 |
105,488 | Mom Caught Me Jacking Off | Hello, my name is Larry Kramer and I'm 13 years old. I love sex and get these girly magazines that show their breasts and vagina, and a few that even show them fucking and sucking a guy's cock. I'd been getting the magazines for about two years and had quite a collection of them in the basement where I had them hidden so Mom didn't find them. I'd look at the pictures of the naked girls and masturbate over their pictures, imagining that my cum would be going in their mouths.
I'd mostly masturbate when Mom and Dad weren't home and at night after I went to bed. My brother, Stan, who is 12, liked to look at the pictures of the naked girls also, and we'd suck each other's cocks sometimes, and we both enjoyed it. I also have a sister that is 10 years old and has her own room. We'd both try to spy on her and maybe see her naked sometime, even though she didn't have any breasts or pubic hair, but we were never able to see her naked.
Everything was going along great with Stan and I until last week. We were all in the living room with Mom and Dad, watching a movie on cable, and all of a sudden there was a naked lady, totally naked, breasts and pubic hair. Mom shouts, "Close your eyes." After the naked lady was gone, then she said that we could open our eyes. I sort of cheated though and squinted my eyes and could see her the whole time and began to get an erection after seeing her naked.
I think that was the first time that I had ever seen a live, moving naked girl. This was much more thrilling to see her moving than seeing the girls naked in my magazines. Luckily it was almost time to go to bed. After we were in our room, I asked Stan if he saw the naked girl on TV. He said that he had and had squinted his eyes also and kept watching her. He said that he started to get an erection also. I took off all my clothes and laid in bed and began to masturbate, and Stan watched as I did it.
He was under the covers and he may have been masturbating also under them. All of a sudden the door opens and Mom comes in and sees me masturbating. She says, "Well, are you having fun, Larry?" I told her that I was and that it felt good doing it. She says, "Yeah, I know it feels good to do that, but it's not right for you to do it. You do that too much and you'll go blind." I said, "Ugh, shit, Mom, that's just a superstition. That's not true. I've been masturbating for about two years and I can see as good now as ever."
Mom said, "So you know the dirty words too. So what brought this on tonight, maybe that naked girl on TV. Yeah, Mom, I was squinting my eyes so that I could watch her. I've never seen a naked girl lifelike like that, only pictures in the books, and they look much better when they move like that one on TV. I got so horny seeing her like that I just had to do it, Mom, please don't punish me too bad." I thought that Stan was watching us, but he went and fell asleep. Mom put her hand on the top part of my leg.
I said, "Mom, you're giving me some dirty thoughts with your hand where it is." She said, "What, you don't like me to touch you there?" I said, "No, Mom, that isn't it, I love to have your hand there or even a little higher if you wanted to go higher." She said, "Are you saying that you'd like me to touch your cock and maybe even play with it and your balls. Is that what you're saying to me?" I said, "I'd love it if you would." She said, "Shit, I'll bet that you'd even be willing to let me masturbate you."
I told her that if she wanted to do it, she could, that I wouldn't mind at all. She said, "Shit, I'll bet that you'd even like to see me naked also, wouldn't you?" I told her that I would love to see her naked. She then said, "And I'll bet that you'd love to have me suck you off and let you cum in my mouth?" I said, "Mom, I wouldn't object to you doing it to me if you would, I've dreamt about you doing that to me for about two years now but never thought that it would ever happen." All the time that we're talking, Mom is playing with my cock and balls.
She says, "Well, two years is a long time to be thinking about something and not being able to get it. Suppose that I was willing to let you see me naked." I said, "Holy shit, Mom, you mean it that you'd let me see you naked. How about sucking my cock also, will you do that also?" She says, "Well, I know that you're going to be really horny seeing me naked, and if I don't masturbate you or even better, suck you off, that you're going to masturbate anyway. So alright, I'll go ahead and suck you off, so that you get a good night's sleep, and we'll talk more about this tomorrow."
She then begins to take her clothes off and poses for me. She even asked me if I'd like to suck on her breasts and I told her I would. Then she wanted to know if I'd like to see her vagina spread open and be able to see up into it. She then asked me if I had ever seen my sister, Lisa, naked. I told her that me and Stan had wanted to, even though she doesn't have any breasts or pubic hair on her, but she makes up for it.
She said, "Well, maybe you can see her naked tomorrow. How about Stan, have you two ever done anything together?" I told her that we sucked each other's cocks a lot but that was all. She then said, and that really surprised me when she did, "And I suppose that you would like to have sex with me also, wouldn't you?" I said, "Shit, Mom, you know damn well that I would, like I said I've been dreaming of you sucking my cock but also of having sex with you. Actually, I'd rather have sex with you than have you suck my cock." She says, "We'll talk about that also tomorrow and see what we can do about that. Let's get the cum out of you so you can get to sleep. We're going to be talking here all night." She leans down and takes my cock into her mouth and begins going up and down on it, and after a few minutes I cum in her mouth and she swallowed my load. She said, "You have some good tasting cum, honey, I'm going to enjoy getting more of it out of you. Now go ahead and think about me being naked in front of you, and that'll help you go to sleep faster, and I'll see you in the morning."
She goes to her bedroom and her husband, Bert, says, "Shit, where the fuck have you been and doing. I was about ready to come looking for you and see if something was wrong." She says, "You wouldn't believe it if I told you, so I'm not going to tell you tonight, I'll tell you what happened tomorrow when you'll have more time to savor it and see how you feel about it. Myself, I love it and I think that you will like it also. I'm kind of horny right now, how about us having sex, honey?"
He tells her certainly that he's always ready to have sex with her, but usually she has a headache or something and doesn't want to. She says, "Well, honey, that may just change from now on. Let's get to sleep and you'll find out sooner from me what happened." The next morning they get up and she starts fixing breakfast. Meanwhile, in my room, Stan wakes up and I tell him what happened with me and Mom last night.
Stan says, "Shit, no way would Mom do something like that with you. I wish that she would, but I know that it never happened, you must have been dreaming or something." Cynthia calls them all for breakfast and they all come down. After they were finished eating and Cynthia cleaned off the table, she said for everyone to stay right where they are, that she had something serious to talk about with them. Bert says, "Is this what you wouldn't tell me last night?" She tells him that it is. "Now everyone just keep quiet and don't say a word until I'm finished talking. I want no interruptions. Honey, when I left you last night, I went to Larry's room and opened the door, and there he was, totally naked and was masturbating."
Lisa began to giggle and then went into a full laugh and says, "Boy, would I have liked to have seen Larry doing that." Cynthia says, "Oh! You would, would you, I'll bet that Larry and Stan both would like to watch you as you masturbate and probably laugh at you doing it to yourself also, young lady." I said, "Yeah, Mom, I sure would like to see Lisa masturbating, Mom. Can I watch her doing it sometime?" Dad says, "I wouldn't mind seeing her do it myself."
Cynthia says, "Alright, we're getting off the subject. You guys may be in the same area, but I haven't finished with what I have to say. As I was saying, Larry was masturbating, and I saw him and asked him if he was having fun, and he said that he was and it felt good too. We talked for a while, and I laid my hand on his leg, and he tells me that with my hand on his leg was making him think dirty thoughts and that if I wanted to, I could move my hand up higher and play with his penis if I wanted to."
Bert says, "Holy shit, you mean that you handled his penis, and also, do you think that you should be talking about his penis and saying that word in front of Lisa?" Cynthia says, "Shit, honey, what the fuck do you think that you're doing? You're saying 'penis' also. I'm sure that Lisa knows what a penis is and she probably knows what to do with it. Don't you, Lisa? Do you know what a penis is and what you do with it?""Lisa says, "Sure, Mom, I know all about cocks and using them. Can I tell you what I know and not get in trouble for telling you?"
Cynthia tells her to go ahead. Lisa says, "Well, a guy's cock is normally soft and hangs down toward the floor, and when he gets dirty thoughts, he starts getting a hard-on, and it gets as hard as a rock. That's when they're the best to get hold of. Then you can either stick his cock in my mouth, and I can suck him off and have him cum in my mouth. I would love to suck, especially Daddy's cock, and have him cum in my mouth." Bert says, "Holy shit, you want to suck my cock and have me cum in your mouth?"
Shit, Honey, I'd love to have you do that to me or even let me fu..." Lisa says, "What, Dad, suck you off or what, fuck me? I wish that you'd do that to me also if you'd do it or if Mom would let you do it to me. I'd even like to have Larry and Stan fuck me also and get a chance at sucking them off." Cynthia says, "Well, I seem to be getting further and further behind in my story of what happened last night. Let's take a vote right now - who all would like to have sex with the whole family?"
"Who would like to do it, raise your hands." Everybody raises their hands, including Cynthia. Bert says, "Holy shit, you mean that you're in favor of having sex with the kids also, Honey?" She says, "That's what I've been trying to get to tell you all. I already did it last night with Larry. I sucked him off before he went to sleep, and told him that we'd talk about letting him fuck me today." Stan says, "Holy shit, you were telling me the truth this morning when you said that Mom sucked you off. He told me about it, but I didn't believe him and that Mom would do that to him. Actually, I wish that she'd suck me off too and let me fuck her also." Cynthia says, "It looks like I will be doing that to you also, Stan. If you all agree to do it together, then let's all get our clothes off and begin having some fun together. After all, I told Larry that he could fuck me today, maybe, so I'm going to let him fuck me like I said. Bert, I'm sure that you would love to fuck Lisa." He says, "Yeah, I sure would love to fuck her and let her suck my cock a bit before I fuck her."
"I did fuck Mom, and it was great. Much better than my hand jacking off. Dad had Lisa suck his cock a little, and then he stuck his cock in her and fucked her. After I had fucked Mom, Stan took over and fucked her also. We have been fucking together now for a little over a week with no signs of stopping. Everything was going along fine until day before yesterday when Mom's brother and his wife came over, and we were fucking in the living room, and the doorbell rang, and Mom told us to get dressed real quick, and she went and answered the door and saw her brother and sister-in-law."
"He says, 'Can we come in, sis, and play with you and the kids and Bert? We heard strange noises inside her, and there was a small opening in the drapes, and we saw you all fucking together. If you'd let us, we would like to join with you. Thelma would love to be fucked by Bert, and I'm anxious to fuck my big sister.' Cynthia says, 'Come on in and get your clothes off. I'm looking forward also to having my baby brother fuck me, and I'm sure that Bert will love fucking Thelma.'"
"We all fucked together that night, and they called home and told their kids that they wouldn't be home that night, and Dad and Thelma slept together, and Mom and Jason, her brother, slept together. The next day, they went home and had a talk with their kids, and they all agreed also to fuck with us, and the last two days, we have all been fucking together and will probably be doing it from now on." | 3 |
105,493 | Neighbors Next Door part 1 | Hi! My name's Audrey. I'm 14 years old and I live with my parents and my brother, Edward, who's 10, and my sisters Lindsay, who's 13, and Doris, who's 11 years old. I was out swimming in our pool, in the nude, like I always did, you see we are a family of nudists, and we always swim in the nude. A couple of weeks ago while I was swimming, all of a sudden I saw a head bobbing up and down over our 12-foot-high fence. I got out of the pool and went over to the door in the fence and opened it and saw this boy bouncing up and down on the trampoline. I said Hi to him, and he stopped jumping on the trampoline and he says, "Holy shit, you are naked. I'm sorry, I was just jumping on the tramp and looked over your way and saw you, and the quick glimpses I got it looked like you might be naked, and I thought that it wasn't possible, but I see it was possible.
I'm sorry for staring, but I've never seen a live girl like you naked before, I've only seen girls in magazines naked before." I told him that if he'd have gotten the right magazine, he would have probably seen me. I told him that we were a family of nudists and a photographer for a nudist magazine was at our camp and shot pictures of us all. I'm not sure when they were in the magazine. I said, "Oh! I haven't introduced myself, I'm Audrey." He stammers and says, "I'm, I'm Johnny, I'm sorry, I just can't stop staring at you. You're just so beautiful looking standing there like that with no clothes on." I said, "That's alright, I get the same thing at the camp all the time from all the guys, even the ones I know.
I see you have a nice lump between your legs, the way your pants are sticking out. Why don't you come on over and have a swim with me?" He said, "I'd like to, but I don't have any swim trunks to wear." I told him that was no problem, just swim like I'm swimming, in the nude. He says, "But that wouldn't be right for you to see me naked and see my cock, Oh! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that word in front of you. Please forgive me." I say, "Are you a fucking prude or something? There isn't any big deal about me seeing your cock; I've seen plenty of them and blown plenty of them. Now get your fucking clothes off and let me see your cock. You've seen me naked, now I want to see you naked too."
He begins taking off his clothes and says, "But what if your parents come home and see me like this." I told him not to worry that they won't think a thing about it. Come on, jump in. The cool water will help you get rid of that hard-on that you got. After we get finished swimming, if you get another one, I'll take it down for you. We swam around and splashed each other and played around for maybe a half-hour and decided to stop for a while and were lounging in the chairs beside the pool. All of a sudden the gate door opened and it was Ted's mother and his sisters and brother. He says in a whispered tone to me, "Holy Shit, It's my mother."
His mother, Jane, says, "Well, I see you two have met, good. Been doing some swimming, I see, his cock isn't standing tall. What, your parents out?" I told her that they were at the store shopping. I said, "Would you like to do some swimming, Jane, and the kids too, of course." Jane says, "I don't mind if I do, that would be lovely after the shopping." She begins to remove her dress and then her bra and panties and turns to Ted and says, "I just thought, Ted, I hope you don't mind seeing me like this?" Ted tells her that he didn't mind in the least, and all of a sudden he gets another hard-on. Jane says to me, "I don't know if it's you or seeing me naked that's got him standing tall." I asked her if she minded if I took him down, and she said that it was alright with her, if it was alright with him. I went over to Ted and asked him if I could help relieve his problem, and he says, "You want to relieve my problem? How?"
I told him like this and began to suck his cock. He said, "Holy Shit, Mom'll see you doing this to me." About that time, Mom and Dad and the kids got back, and Dad says, "Oh! Audrey has a new friend. Oh! Hi Jane, I see you're here also." Jane says, "Hi Bill, That's my son over there that Audrey is taking care of, we're not sure if it was from seeing Audrey or seeing me naked for the first time, but he was standing tall and she's taking care of it for him." He says, "Good, she does that so good for a girl her age." Ted explodes into her mouth, and she swallows his cum. He says, "I don't know if you have a thing against a guy having a hard-on or what, but if you're interested, my brother Tommy has one on him as well."
Audrey says, "Thanks for telling me, I didn't notice him. I'll go take care of him right now." Ted says, "You mean that your father doesn't mind you doing this?" She says, "No, we do it all the time." Bill says, "I think I'll go for a swim also while Ellen is fixing dinner. How about you all staying and have dinner with us." Jane says, "Sure, why not, we need to have Ted to get accustomed to us all." Bill calls in and tells Ellen that they'll have guests for dinner. He then begins to get undressed and soon is naked also. He goes over to Jane, and she grabs his cock and begins sucking it. Ted sees this and says, "Holy Shit, what the fuck is going on here anyway, does everybody fuck and suck everybody else around here?" Audrey says, "I think he's finally getting the picture." Ted says, "You mean that everybody in your family fucks everybody else and my Mom fucks your Dad?" Audrey says, "Your sisters do also. They are fucked by my brothers and Dad. Jane told us that your father was going away for a couple of weeks and was going to leave you and your brother with her.
So we figured that it was perfect, and with you and Tommy here, you and him could fuck Mom as well as me and my sisters. Ted says, "Holy Shit, Am I dreaming or have I died and gone to heaven. This is a dream come true. This is real? You really want me to fuck your Mom and sisters and you?" She says, "We really do. Dad has your Mother and sister to fuck, but we don't have anyone to fuck Mom or my sister. Would you really mind doing it?" He says, "Shit no, I'd love to, I'll tell Dad to stay away for a year or that I want to live with Mom." Tommy comes over and says to Ted, "Is this really happening, Ted? Mom and Louise and Janet being naked in front of us like this and us being naked also."
Ted says, "What's the matter, don't you like it?" Tommy says, "It isn't that, I like it seeing them naked and seeing that girl naked and the other girl too. I'm just wondering, how come all this is happening. That girl over there came up to me and put my dick in her mouth and sucked me off. It felt so much better with her doing it than when you do it to me." Ted says to Tommy, "They want us to fuck their Mom and her sisters." Tommy says, "You mean that we're going to actually be able to fuck these girls and nobody is going to say anything about it, especially Mom?" Ted tells him, "No, Mom isn't going to say a word about it because you're going to be fucking her and Louise and Janet also." He says, "Holy Shit, you mean that I'll be able to fuck Louise and Janet AND Mom too?"
Ted told him that the only thing that he had to remember is that he has to make sure that he doesn't say anything to Dad about it. He says, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid, I'd never tell him about this. We'll have to try to get him to let us come over here more often and spend the weekends or longer." Ted says, "Yeah, that's for sure." By this time, Mom was finished sucking Bill off, and they both went in for a swim. Tommy had went over to Doris and asked her if she'd like to play, and Doris said Yes and began to suck his cock. He told her that he had meant really play, not like this. He told her that her big sister had just sucked him off. Doris says, "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'll get back to this in a couple of hours with you. Would you like to watch some home movies that we've made?
They're of us all fucking and should get you a hard-on a little quicker. I'll put on the one with your mother and my brothers, it's really good the way they fuck her. You know, while you're here for the two weeks, we should take you to our camp. If you like seeing pussy, you'll love it there, there's a lot of old ugly-looking women, but there's all kinds of good-looking young girls with beautiful tits and pussies." Doris goes to her father and says, "Dad, why don't we take Ted and his family to the camp. I'm sure that they would love seeing all the young pussies walking and laying around out there."
Bill goes over to Jane and asks her, "How would you all like to go to our nudist camp, Doris is the one that thought of it. I should have thought about it myself, but wasn't thinking, but it's a good idea, and Ted and Tommy can get their eyes full of the naked bodies that are roaming around out there." Jane says, "That's a very good idea. I loved it before, the times that we went there. Maybe I can hook up with somebody again." Ted overhears her and says to her, "Mom, you mean that you go there to find a man to fuck you?""She says, 'Of course, the idea of a nudist camp. To display your merchandise and the guys display theirs, and you get together and lock the two displays together. You'll find there are plenty of girls out there that will be after that cock of yours. In fact, I want some of it myself right now.' She grabs his cock and begins sucking it. She says, 'C'mon Ted, fuck me, fuck your mother.' Ted sticks his cock into her and begins fucking her as instructed. Just as he lets go of his load into her, Ellen comes out and says that dinner is ready. They all go in and wash up, then begin eating.
After they are finished eating, all the girls begin cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen. Ellen says, 'We have a system here. I do the cooking, and the girls can be fucking while they're waiting for dinner. Then they clean while I'm fucking. C'mon over here, Ted, and let me have that cock of yours.' Ted goes over, and she begins sucking on his cock. Then she says, 'Fuck me, honey, fuck me right now.' While Ted was fucking Ellen, Bill was fucking Jane. Cory, Audrey's brother, was fucking Louise, and Ed, her other brother, was fucking Janet. Ted cums in Ellen and then goes down and begins sucking his cum out of her pussy.
She says, 'Oh, this is great, being fucked by a little boy is so thrilling and wonderful.' Ted says, 'It wasn't that bad for me either. I really enjoyed fucking you, Ellen. I really enjoyed eating your pussy and sucking my cum out of you.' Bill says, 'Why don't we spend the night together and sleep together, and we can fuck our partners as much as we like?' Ellen says, 'It's OK with me. How about you, Jane?' Jane says, 'Count me in.' Bill says, 'I'll take Jane, and Ellen can have Ted. Audrey, you sleep with Tommy. Cory can sleep with Janet, and Doris and Lloyd can sleep with Louise. We'll have to split up, and some of us will sleep here, and some over at your house. I'll ask Mom if she'd like to change partners. I want to sleep with Ted, and she says, 'OK, honey, take him.' Bill says, 'It's starting to get a little chilly out here. Why don't we go inside and watch some movies?'
Doris speaks up and says, 'I started to show Tommy the one with his Mom and sisters in them.' Jane says, 'Shit, you're going to show them that?' Bill says, 'What the fuck is the difference? Ted has already fucked you, and he's seen you naked. What more can you hide from him?' She says, 'I guess you're right. He's seen me suck cock and be fucked, so he's seen me do everything. So the film won't have anything new for him to see.' The film starts and runs along, and then it gets to a good part, and Jane says, 'Shit, I forgot about this time. Turn it off, please turn it off.' Ted says, 'What the fuck did you do, Mom? I want to see it no matter what the fuck you did. Maybe it's something that I'd like you to do to me.'
Jane says, 'Go ahead and show it. It's not that bad. It's just that I didn't want you to see me doing something like this.' The film is restarted, and Jane is laying there, and Bill comes up behind her and sticks his cock in her asshole. Then Lloyd comes in and sticks his cock in her cunt. Then Cory and Ed come in, and she sticks both of their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Four fucking her at once. Ted says, 'What the fuck were you afraid of me seeing that for, Mom? That was great. Being fucked by four people at one time, that was fantastic. I'd like to see you do it again live and have me as part of it. Maybe we could figure a way to get two cocks in your pussy at the same time, along with the one in your asshole, and you could be fucked by five people at once.'
'There's nothing to be ashamed about, Mom. I know that you've probably been lonely since Dad left. Dad's been the same way himself. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but he's sucked me off a lot of times, and I've sucked him off also. Tommy has too.' Jane says, 'You mean to tell me that that son of a bitch has had sex with you? I'm going to call the police on him and have him put away.' Ted says, 'No, you're not, Mom. You forget that you're as bad as him now. You've had sex with me and Tommy and the little boys over here. If you tell the police about Dad, I'll tell them about you, and I don't want to do that to you, Mom. I love you both, even if you don't love each other anymore.'
Jane says, 'Yeah, you're right. I'm as guilty as he is.' Louise says, 'Mom, why can't we exchange with Dad sometime? You know how I'm always saying that I wished I could have been fucked by Daddy. Well, now that we know that about him, why don't we go stay with him for maybe a week every so often, and Ted and Tommy can come stay here? That way, Ted and Tommy can fuck you and Audrey, and we can fuck Daddy.'
Jane says, 'Well, we'll see about it when he gets back.' Ted says, 'Maybe if it was alright with Bill, maybe he could come to the nudist camp sometime. I'll bet he'd be standing tall out there.' Everybody laughs. Bill says, 'Well, it would be OK with me if he came out. It would depend on Jane's feelings about it. Ted, I didn't know that you sucked cock. How about sucking me off?' Ted says, 'Sure, I'd love to.'
After Ted took his load of cum and swallowed it, Bill says, 'Why don't we figure on going out to the camp the day after tomorrow? And any money you make, you can keep.' Ted says to Audrey, 'What does he mean by that?' I told him, 'We have a side line out there. There's a cabin that the women have and a cabin that the men have, and they charge to have the people fuck them. Mom gets the most action, but Dad gets his share of women and a few men every so often. The men pay Mom $20 for a half hour with her, and she sucks their cocks and lets them fuck her. The women pay $15, and they suck his cock, and he fucks them.'
'Then there's a cabin that the kids have, and we pose for boys, and my brothers pose for the girls, for $10. By posing, I mean that we lay back and spread our legs and spread our pussies open and stick our fingers into them and like that. If the boys want us to suck their cocks, it costs them $15, and if they want to fuck us, it costs $20. My brothers' poses consist of them beating their meat a little, just enough to get a hard-on but not enough to cum. And the same rates apply, $15 to suck him off and $20 if he fucks them. The really big money comes from the adults. The adults pay $20 to watch us pose, $30 to have their cocks sucked, and $50 if we let them fuck us. You'd be surprised how many men and women will pay $100 to fuck us. We'll make a good $700-$800 in a day.'
Ted says, 'Shit, you should spend all your time out here if you make that much fucking money in a day.' I told him, 'That is just the side line that we have there. We make good money on the camp itself. There's the membership fee, and the cabin rental is like $350-$400 a month or more, depending upon what people want in the cabin, plus the fringe benefits if people want them, and most do. Well, people will pay for Mom's services during the night or Dad's services or our services.' Ted says, 'You mean that they fuck you during the night also?' I said, 'Yeah, it's great. You only have to fuck them maybe 2 times, and they pay like $150 for an all-nighter. Shit, with the way you look and are built, you're going to do pretty good out there at the camp.'
'I'll tell you what I'll do. Let's go partners. You give me half the money you make, and I'll give you half the money I make, and we'll see who comes out ahead. Deal?' Ted says, 'Deal, but I know that you'll make more than me with you being a girl and having a body like you got.' I said, 'Don't count on it. Those little old ladies go for their cock and love to be fucked.' We decided to go to bed and get started at fucking so we could get up early tomorrow. We went upstairs, and I began to suck his cock, and then he started licking and sucking on my tits and then worked his way down to my pussy, kissing and licking all the way down. He then started sucking on my pussy lips and then began sucking my clit.
Then he stuck his cock into me and began fucking me, and I told him not to cum in me, that I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could taste his cum. He did, and it tasted great. The last thing I remember was playing with his cock and balls, and then I guess I fell asleep. When we awoke the next morning, we had a 'good morning' fuck together, and as usual, it was great. We both showered together, and I love doing that, showering with someone in it with you to scrub your back for you and to have a nice soapy cock to suck. You can get the inside of your mouth clean at the same time. When we had finished showering, we went downstairs, and Mom was up and fixing breakfast already. I went out and started to help her, and Ted started watching the movie and watching his Mom fuck some more.
When we were about finished with fixing breakfast, I asked Ted to run over next door and get the rest of my family and his. A little bit later, everyone came over, and we had breakfast. Mom says, 'How about doing the same thing tonight with the sleeping arrangement, except we change partners tonight, right Audrey?' I told her OK, if we have to. We spent the whole day just fucking around with each other, feeling each other up and sucking on their cocks or tits, and swimming. Before we knew it, it was time to go to bed, and this time I was stuck with Tommy, but as it turned out, he wasn't that bad. Not as good a fuck as Ted, but I've had boys that were way worse than Tommy. If I had to fuck Tommy again, I wouldn't mind it at all. Mom got Ted this time, and Dad took Louise, and Jane had Lloyd. We all went to bed about the same time, so we could get early to go to the nudist camp.
The next morning, we got up about 6:00 in the morning and got breakfast and then got dressed for about the first time in two days, and left for the camp in two cars. When we got there, everybody was happy to see Dad."Everyone was saying, "You going to open for business today?" Dad told them yes, they'd be open in about an hour. There was someone that said, "I'm looking forward to getting some of that Audrey and your wife too." Dad said, "Well, they both will be available in about an hour, so get your money ready. We also have a couple of new ones with us today.
A young boy that the ladies should like to get a hold of and some of you guys too, that swing both ways. One of the men says, "I just might have to give him a try, a little variety never hurts when you have it once in a while. It's been a while since I had a nice cock in my mouth." About an hour later, Jane and Ellen are in their cabin ready to go. About 15 guys come to visit them, and Ellen says, "We have a guest with us today, some of you older members might remember her from before. The price is the same as always, $20 for a blowjob or to fuck one of us. Just pick which one of us you'd like to have get your rocks off with. I see we have a couple of women also. If you're interested in some lesbian action, we can accommodate you with that as well.
Over in the other cabin, Dad had about 6 women and 5-6 men that were ready to take him on. We used the mess hall for the kids since there were so many of us. The crowd was about equally divided between men and women. All the ladies were hanging around Ted and admiring his cock. I told them that the price would still be the same as last time, even though we have this new member with the fine equipment. If any of you kids want some, the price is $10 for us to pose. Posing consists of the girls spreading their legs, and you can look into our pussy, and we'll stick our fingers in it and spread it apart a little bit. The boys will beat their meat a little bit, but not enough to cum. If the boys want us to suck their cocks, it'll be $15 more, or a total of $25, and if they want to fuck us, it'll be $20 more. So if you want to just fuck us, it'll only cost you $20, but if you want the posing first, then it's $30. For the boys, the same rates apply, $10 for posing and jacking his meat a little bit, $15 to suck his cock, and $20 if you want to be fucked by him.
Now for the adults, the price is steeper. The adults will pay $20 to see us pose, $30 to have us suck their cock, and $50 to fuck us, or have the boys fuck you. We have tickets to give you. Just tell us what you want. The white tickets are for the posing for $10. If you want us to suck you, you'll get a red ticket, and if you want to fuck us or be fucked, you'll get a green ticket. So if someone has all three tickets, they will see the posing, and we'll suck your cock, and you can fuck us. Just about everyone pulls their money out and is ready to make their purchase. I told Ted that it looks like we would be here for a while. Everyone gets their tickets, and they begin fucking their customers. Meanwhile, in the cabin with Jane and Ellen, the lights blink on and off, and Ellen says, "Oh! Oh! the cops are here."
Everyone stops and starts leaving and acts like nothing has happened. The same thing went with Bill's cabin and the mess hall. Back at Ellen's cabin, the door opens, and somebody shouts, "Hold it right there! You're all under arrest for prostitution." Ellen says, "What the fuck are you talking about? This is a private club, and you have no right to be here. Do you have a search warrant?" One of the agents says, "Where's the kids? There's supposed to be kids here being fucked by adults?" She reads the search warrant, and it is for them to be looking for children engaged in sexual acts with adults. She says, "This warrant isn't even legal. There's no children being fucked by adults here. If they were, the people involved would be thrown out of the club." The agent says, "Where are all the kids at?" Ellen says, "I don't really know and don't care. They're not doing anything wrong, I'm sure."
The agent says, "Well, we'll find them and just see for ourselves. They have to be in one of these cabins. We'll search all the cabins until we find them. OK, everybody outside." Everybody goes outside, and Ellen turns out the lights to the cabin. The agent asks her what she did, and she told him that she just turned out the lights, since no one was using them. What the agents didn't know was that when the light switch is turned off, it flashes in the mess hall. We had already stopped our activities, and I told everybody to sit on the floor and chairs and pick up the books that were provided, that the cops are here, and to act normal. We're just having a bible study here, that's all. A few minutes later, the door opens, and the agents come in, look around, and I asked them if I could help them, and they said no and left.
They started to leave the nudist camp, and one agent says to another, "You know, of course, that we're never going to have a judge grant us a warrant again for here." The other one says, "Yeah, I know. I know that kids are being fucked in there. I wonder how they knew we were coming. I wonder if they have a plant in the department or what. Did you notice the people that are here? They're mostly all big shots. The mayor, senators, congressmen, attorney generals, not just from our city but other towns and states also. And movie and TV stars. Did you see who was in there, Jenna Jameston? Man, would I love to fuck her. I've seen just about all of her movies. Oh! Well, we tried."
Ellen tells Bill that it worked like a charm. He says that he wanted to have the light switch device ready just in case something like this ever happened. He says, "I figured that if Phil was to press the foot switch, it would give us ample warning in case somebody showed up like this and the second one with the switch to warn the kids. I figured that if they were after anybody, it would be the kids." Ellen says, "And it was. They had a warrant looking for 'children engaged in sexual activities.' There's one thing for certain, now that they didn't find anything, they'll probably have trouble getting a judge to issue another warrant." Bill says, "Well, let's get back to business. We may have to refuck a person or two." They all back to their original cabins and wait their turns to get to Bill or Ellen and Jane or the kids.
The rest of the day went normally, stopping around lunchtime for lunch. I asked Ted how he was holding up, and he said, "It isn't fair. You can lay back, and they can just keep coming and sticking their cocks into you, and I have to wait a while before I can fuck again." I told him that it didn't really matter, that he was going to get half of what I make anyway. He said, "It isn't just the money. You get to have all the guys fuck you, and that's what I want is to fuck all the girls." They finish lunch and go back to work. They do the same thing for the next three days. If the women had Bill the first day, they then would go and have Ted or one of the other boys, and the men would go and fuck Jane or Ellen or me or one of the other girls. Those four days were really something. I've never been fucked as much as I was during that time, and it was great.
By the time the four days were over, I had made $4,800, and Ted had taken in $4,200. He worked longer than I did, in order to get that much, but he said that he enjoyed what he was doing. The only thing I can say is I'm glad that he didn't want to fuck me before we went to sleep together. He's probably glad also that I didn't want him to fuck me. We all gave Phil a present each day for giving us the warning about the federal agents that first day. Jane, Mom, Me, and the other girls each let Phil fuck us, for free, to show him our appreciation, and he was very pleased with our presents to him. After four days, we went back home and just did the normal things.
Ted's father was to be coming home the next day. The next day, we stayed at our house, and Jane and her family stayed at their house, and then Jane's ex-husband got there and came into the house, and Jane tells him that the girls want to come live with him for a while. He says, "It wouldn't work out at all. I wouldn't be able to take care of the girls the way I do the boys." Ted speaks up and says, "Why's that, Dad, because they don't have cocks like we do?" Frank says, "So you told your mother about us." Ted says, "Yeah, Dad, and Louise and Janet want to live with you so that you can fuck them, and Tommy and I want to stay with Mom so we can fuck her." He says, "Holy Shit, Jane, what have you been doing to them in the last 2 weeks?"
Jane said, "Nothing more than what they already knew. They like fucking me and Louise and Janet and Audrey, the girl next door, and her mother and sisters, and sucking their father off." The girls and Tommy all come into the room, and they're naked. Frank says, "Oh My God, the kids are all naked in front of me and Ted and you." Ted and Jane both begin to remove their clothes and are soon naked also. Jane says, "Frank, let's go over next door, and you can meet Bill and Ellen and the kids." Frank says, "You're going out of the house like that? What if someone sees you?" She tells him that it's alright to come on.
They go out into the backyard and go over to the gate and open it and go in. Out of the house come Bill and Ellen and their family, all nude. Frank says, "Holy shit, they're all naked." Jane says, "Nudists usually are." Frank says, "You mean that they don't mind us seeing them like that?" Jane says, "And we don't mind them seeing us like this. Why don't you stop being an oddball and get your clothes off too? Your daughters haven't seen what you look like naked and the cock that's going to be fucking them." Frank says, "What do you mean, I can't fuck them, they're my daughters." Jane says, "What the fuck is the difference? You let your son's suck you off, and you sucked their cocks, and you fucked them in the asshole. So why can't you fuck your daughters? They want to be fucked by you.""Louise goes over to her father and unzips his fly and pulls out his cock and says, "Dad, I've got your cock in my hand. What do you want me to do with it? Put it back in your pants or put it in my mouth?"
Frank says, "God, forgive me. Honey, please put it in your mouth and suck it." Jane goes over and undoes his belt and pants button and pulls his pants down and gets down and starts licking his balls and sucks one into her mouth. This makes him cum right then and there into Louise's mouth. He says, "I would never have believed it that I would ever cum in my daughter's mouth, and she would swallow my cum and in front of these strangers." Jane says, "They're not strangers to us, just to you. C'mon, Frank, get the rest of your clothes off and get sociable, these are good people and you don't have to be afraid of them. I know what you're thinking right now, 'They've seen me let my daughter suck me off, they're going to go to the police and turn me in for molesting a minor.' As you can see, Audrey is sucking Ted off right now. They've been sleeping together now for about a week and fucking each other.
These people are the same as us, they fuck the kids of their family. We just got home yesterday from the nudist camp. We'd been there for the last four days. You know what we were doing there? We were fucking. We fucked the mayor, senators, congressmen, businessmen. Janet, how much money did you make? Janet says, "I made $1,600." Louise, what did you make? Louise says, "I made $2,700." Ted, how about you? Ted says, "Well, I made $4,800 but after splitting with Audrey, I made $4,400." Tommy, how about you? Tommy says, "I only made $1,800 mostly from sucking guys' cocks and eating the women's pussies." Jane says, "You know how much I made, I made $1,300 for the four days. The kids get $100 to fuck, and Ellen and I get $20 to fuck."
Frank says, "Holy shit, $20 to fuck, that means that you, aughhhh, you fucked about 70 guys in the last four days?" Jane says, "Yeah, I guess that sounds about right." Frank says, "Why the fuck do you sell your pussy so cheap, your pussy is as good as anybody's on the planet. If you'd let me, I'd give you $50 to fuck you right now." Jane says, "If you mean it, you got yourself a deal." He goes to his pants and pulls out a $50 and gives it to her. She gives it back to him and says, "That's alright, you can have a freebie, as long as you take the girls and I get the boys."
Frank says, "Shit, after what they did to me, I'm getting the part of the deal. I'm going to love the idea of fucking them, now that I know that they fuck anyway." What's the chance of going out to this camp and doing some business? Bill says, "I was hoping you'd want to do that. The girls can make more money, because I have to pause to get refreshed, if you know what I mean. They make way more than I do. Of course, while I'm getting refreshed, I can eat the ladies' pussies or suck the guys' cocks. We go out there about every 2 weeks." Frank asks, "How come you can get away with doing that out there?" Bill says, "I own the camp." Frank says, "That's good, you're your own boss. How did you and Ellen get to know Jane and the girls?"
Jane says, "I'll answer that. It was about a year ago and the UPS driver delivered a package to our house that was supposed to go to their house here. I brought it over here and Ellen answered the door and didn't have any clothes on and stood behind the door covering herself from view. I told her that I had a package for her and she comes from behind the door to take it, forgetting about herself being nude. She said, 'Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to show myself like that. Please forgive me. You see, we're nudists and we don't wear clothes at home here either.' I told her that it was perfectly alright that I didn't mind in the least seeing her nude, I told her that if she didn't mind showing it, I didn't mind seeing it. She laughed and said, 'Would you like to come in and meet the family. You'll probably enjoy seeing my husband.' I went in and was no sooner in than Bill comes out from the living room wanting to know who was at the door. He saw me and said, 'Oh! Shit, I didn't know that we had company,' as he was cupping his hands over his cock. Ellen said, 'I don't think you have to do that, honey, I don't think she minds seeing you without your hands, do you, huh! Jane, isn't it?' I told her that I didn't mind in the least. It's been so long since I've seen a live one, not since my divorce about six months ago. Bill says, 'Well, if you would like to see it closer, be my guest, Ellen won't mind even if you want to suck it, or even go a step further and let me put it in you.' I said, 'Holy shit, you wouldn't mind if he fucked me?' Ellen says, 'Shit, it's just a cum, he'll have plenty more where that came from. Why don't we go outside and you can meet the kids, if you'd like, why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable?' I told her that as long as she didn't mind, I think I will. She said, 'Seeing you naked will make Bill's cock nice and hard for you. This is our oldest daughter, this is Lloyd our oldest son, this is Cory the second oldest, Doris, our second oldest daughter and our youngest, Ed.' Lloyd says, 'Wow Mom, she's really got a nice body on her, when can I fuck her?' That sort of caught me off guard to have a child that wanted to fuck me. Ellen said, 'I hope he didn't offend you with what he said. You probably wouldn't want to be fucked by a child like him.' I told her that I didn't mind his comment and that it wouldn't really bother me in the least if I was to have a boy like him fuck me, in fact, it might be fun to have him do it to me.
Ellen says, 'You really wouldn't mind if he fucked you? How about our 10-year-old, would you mind if he fucked you or would you suck his cock for him?' I told Ellen and Bill that I knew what they were doing and I didn't mind in the least. You both fuck your kids and have family sex, and you're trying to see if it's OK with me. Well, it's OK with me, I don't mind in the least. In fact, I have sex with my daughters. Now, I'd love to be fucked by Bill, but why don't we make it later and Lloyd can fuck me and I'll suck on Ed's cock at the same time, to prove that I don't mind with what you do with the kids, and that I don't mind doing it either. Ellen says, 'I don't think that you have to let them do it to you, unless you really want them to.' I said, "I really would like to be fucked by them if it's alright with you?"
Ellen says, 'We don't mind in the least and Lloyd seems ready to go with the hard-on that he has on him.' So Lloyd fucked me and I sucked Ed's cock. Audrey says, 'Why don't you go get the girls and bring them over and they can go for a swim?' I said, "Oh, I don't know about having them come over here with you all in the nude like this." Audrey says, 'They've already been over here and seen us all naked before a couple of times, and they've had their pussies eaten by Mom and Dad and they've sucked Dad's cock and eaten Mom's pussy. They're not as innocent as you think they are. Doris and I brought them home one day and I told them that Mom and Dad would be naked, and asked them if they would mind and they said no, when they got here they saw Dad and saw his cock and wanted to know what that was between his legs. I told them that it was his cock and he used it to fuck with.
Louise says, 'That's what you fuck with? I've heard of fucking but have never seen it or how to do it.' I then showed her how to suck a cock and asked if she'd like to try it and she said that she would. So she sucked Dad's cock and sucked him off and I told her that when he came in her mouth to swallow his cum. She did and then said, 'That didn't taste that bad at all.' We told them not to tell you about what had happened here or they could get in trouble.' I said, "Well, I might as well go get them then. Oh, one thing, has Bill fucked them?" Ellen says, 'No, he hasn't, but the boys have.' I went through the back gate to the house as I was, naked, and told the girls to come on over next door. They wanted to know why I was naked and I told them that they know what goes on next door and don't act coy. I know that you've sucked Bill and the boys and been fucked by the boys.' They said, 'Oh, you know about that?' I told them that I did and it was alright, I'm not going to punish you for it. Let's go ahead and go next door and you both can leave your clothes here since you'd be losing them anyway when you got over there." They both got undressed and we all went next door. Lloyd and Cory were happy to see them and the girls were happy to see the boys as they started to suck their cocks as soon as they got there. I said, "Well, it didn't take them long to get started. I said, "Well, the boys are occupied now. If you'd like to fuck me now, Bill, I wouldn't mind in the least."
He says that he would love to fuck me now and would mind doing it again later also. I told him that I was available whenever he wanted me, as long as Ellen didn't mind." He asked me if I'd like to go to the nudist camp sometime with them and maybe help them out. I said, "What do you mean, 'Help you out?'" Ellen says, "Okay, Bill, I think it's okay to tell her. We own this nudist camp and we have a sideline also. When we go to the camp, we have a cabin for me, one for Bill and one for the kids. The people of the camp come to whichever cabin they want to and they fuck us. We charge them money, so basically we're all prostitutes, but we sure make a lot of money doing it, and love doing it." I said, "So you want me to go and sell my body to, and the girls also?"
Ellen says, "If you'd like them to do it, we'd be happy to have them with us." I said, "Sure, why not, it's not anything that they haven't done before, we'd be happy to join you." So that, Frank, is how we got started and got to know them.We don't go out there all the time. Just when somebody wants a big money item or we begin to get low on money. Or we get hungry for cock, but that's not too often with Bill and the boys over here to take care of us.
And then you dropped off the boys and Ted met Audrey, and they've been sleeping together and fucking together. Frank, why don't you fuck Ellen? I'm sure that she wouldn't mind you doing that to her. Ellen says, "Not in the least, I'd love it. I was hoping that somebody would suggest it to him. I didn't want to ask him if he wanted to fuck me. But I was hoping for him." Ted says, "Dad, why the fuck don't you and Mom get back together again? Then we could fuck both you and Mom and Bill and Ellen and Audrey and the other kids. Just think, you'd never have to go out looking for pussy, you'd have all you could handle, right here." Frank says, "I'd be willing if your Mother would like to try it again." Jane says, "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it for a while and see how it works out. OK, I'm willing to do it and take him back, he was a great fuck back then." Frank and Jane did reconcile, and they went with us whenever we went to the camp, and we all made plenty of money when we went there.
Bill and Ellen, James, Audrey, Cory, Ed, Lloyd, Doris (14, 12, 10, 13, 11), Jane, Frank, Ted, Louise, Janet. | 4 |
105,497 | Strip Party | Herb and Janet Ellis were having a party the next night in their home. She tells her children that they will be going to their room early tomorrow night and had better not be coming out of their room, or else they will be in trouble. Her oldest daughter, Janice says, "What are you and Dad going to do tomorrow night, do a little wife swapping with some of your friends again?" Janet says, "And just what do you know about our wife swapping with our friends?"
"It's alright, Mom. I just wish that I could get in on doing it also with them and or better yet Daddy and have him fuck me." Janet says, "Holy shit, Janice! You want your father to fuck you? Besides, what are you doing thinking about being fucked and even using the word 'Fuck'?" Janice says, "Mom, I'm old enough now to want to be fucked, and there isn't anything wrong to use the word. It's just a word. Actually, I wish that we could all fuck together. Al would love to be able to fuck you. He told me that he would love to do it to you."
Janet says, "Now why would Allen tell you such a thing, unless... Have you and him been having sex together?" Janice says, "Do I have to answer that, Mom?" She says, "You just did, but if you tell me the truth and tell me that you and Allen have been fucking together, I promise I won't punish either you or him for doing it together." Janice says, "OK, Mom. It's true, we have been having sex together for about a year now, but mostly it's only been me sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. He's only fucked me two times. I love sucking his cock, and I liked him fucking me also, but I was afraid I'd get pregnant and wouldn't let him fuck me too much."
She tells Janice that at least she took the safest of the two to do. Janet says, "We'll talk more about this tomorrow with you and Allen while your father is at work. Don't you and Allen go doing anything tonight. Maybe, just maybe, we might be able to get us all satisfied, and you will maybe get your wish about having your father fuck you and also having Allen maybe fuck me. What about your other brother and sister? Have you two done anything with them at all?" Janice says, "Well, Gail and I eat each other's pussies, and Allen has told me that him and Earl suck each other's cocks all the time. But Earl and I haven't done anything together, though I would like to suck his cock and see how it is compared to Allen's cock. Can I go and suck Allen's cock before Dad gets home?"
Janet says, "Absolutely not, I don't want either of you to do anything sexual together, at least for the next couple of days. We'll see what happens with your father and see if maybe he would like to have sex with you and your sister and how he'd feel about me having sex with Allen and Earl. I would like to try Allen out and see how his cock is and how big it is." Janice says, "He's got a nice sized cock on him, Mom." Janet says, "I'll see how big it is compared to your father's cock."
Janet and Janice end their talk, and Janice leaves and goes to Allen and tells him about the talk. He says, "Holy shit, you mean that Mom is actually thinking about maybe letting me fuck her?" Janice says, "Yes, she's going to have a talk with Dad tonight and see how he feels about all of us doing it together." He says, "You mean that she is thinking about letting us all fuck together?" She says, "The way it looks and what she said, I think that she is. The way she sounded, she sounded like she really wanted to have you fuck her. I think that she will let you do it to her if she can get Dad to let her be fucked by you. I think the thing that will do it is she can convince him that he'd like to fuck me and Gail."
About an hour later, their Dad comes home, and they have supper. Janet then tells him that they need to talk, and they need to go to their room. They go to their room and close the door. She says, "I told the kids today that we were having a party tomorrow night, and that they were to stay in their rooms tomorrow night. Janice wanted to know if we were going to have another wife swap party, and I told her that we were and what does she know about it. Well, we had a long talk, and I found out that her and Allen have been fucking together, and she's been sucking his cock and sucking him off, and the other two also have sex also. But here comes the biggie topper, Janice would like to have you fuck her, and Allen would like to fuck me."
He says, "Well, they're shooting for the big ones, aren't they. Wanting us to fuck them. What did you tell her?" Janet says, "Well, I told her that I wouldn't mind being fucked by Allen, but I'd have a talk with you and see how you would feel about fucking Janice and Gail." He says, "OK, so you wouldn't mind having Allen fuck you. You really wouldn't mind him doing it to you?" She tells him that she wouldn't mind him doing it to her if it was alright with him, if he didn't mind.
He says, "Well, if you really want to let him fuck you, it's alright with me. I won't mind you doing it with him, since I'm going to be fucking Janice and Gail myself." She hugs and kisses him and says, "That's great. When do you want to start with them?" He says, "Right now would be a good time as far as I'm concerned. Let's go get them." They go downstairs and tell the kids that they have had a long talk about what Janice and her Mom had today, and it's a go, as long as everyone wants to do it.
Janice says, "I told Allen and the rest about what we talked about, Mom, and they all want to do it also." Janet says, "I had a talk with your father, and he is willing to do it also, and we're ready to start right now if you'd like. How about we all get undressed and see what each of us has under these clothes?" They do all get undressed, and Allen then fucks his mother, and Herb fucks Janice. When they are all finished, Herb says, "Shit, I hope you don't mind me saying it, but that was great fucking Janice. I wish that we had started doing this a long time ago."
Janet says, "It's alright, honey. I feel the same way myself, I wish we had started doing it a long time ago also with the way that Allen fucks and the size of his cock. We're going to have to make this a permanent thing to do with the kids. I hope that they won't mind us doing it with them." Janice says, "Shit, Mom, I'm looking forward to doing it with you and Dad from now on, especially with Dad being able to fuck me."
About 10:00, they decide to go to bed, and Herb sleeps with Janice, and Janet sleeps with Allen. They all have themselves a couple of sessions of fucking during the night and get up and have breakfast and then start fixing up the house for tonight's party. Janet tells them all that they have got to make sure that they don't say anything to anybody about what they did together last night or they could all go to jail. They all tell her that they won't say anything to any of their friends.
Finally, the time for the party arrives, and the couples begin to arrive. All told, there are six couples that arrive, Elliott and Kelli, Julie and Greg, Bill and Carol, Vern and Giselle, Jack and Mary, George and Emily. They all begin to talk amongst themselves. Then someone says, "Shit, why don't we get started, my cock is bursting and ready to spit its juice somewhere." Someone else says, "Why don't we do something different tonight and everybody does a striptease for the rest of us. Do some bumps and grinds and take your clothes off a piece at a time like the strippers do."
One of the wives says, "I like that idea, but it needs to go a step farther and not only us girls do the stripping but alternate girl, boy, girl, boy, the guys get to strip also." All the ladies begin to clap and cheer, and the guys begin to boo. The girls decide that if the guys don't strip also, then the girls won't either. The guys relented, and they all decided to go ahead and strip. They decided that they would vote on who did the best strip, and the winners would get to pick out the guys that they wanted to fuck with first.
They all begin to strip, first a girl, then a man, then a girl again. They finally all have done their strip act and are about ready to vote on who had the best strip. Then from the stairs comes, "Can we do the strip also? We'd like to get in on this also. You ladies may have bigger bodies than me, but I think I have just as good a body as any of you do, and we'll let the guys vote who has the best body." Janet hollers at Janice and tells her to get back into her room.
Then comes, "Shit, let her go ahead and do it. We'd like to see what kind of body she has on her." All the guys begin to cheer, including her father. Then the ladies say, "Yeah, let her go ahead and strip. We'd like to see it ourselves." Janet says, "You all do know that if she was to do this, that it would be illegal and we could all be busted and go to jail. Do you all still want to have her do a strip?" Everyone shouts that they want her to do it. Janet tells Janice to go ahead and do her strip.
She begins to strip, and when she is about all the way naked, she says to one of the men that are surrounding her for a close-up view."Man, you sure do have a magnificent-looking cock on you there, Jack." She reaches over and grabs his cock, beginning to pump it up and down. She asks him if he minds her doing this to him, and he tells her that he doesn't and that he loves her doing it to him. The other guys begin shouting, "Me next!"
After pumping Jack's cock for a bit, she then takes it into her mouth. She asks if he's okay with her doing that, and he tells her to go ahead. Janet says, "Janice, you stop that this instant! We could all go to jail if anyone was to tell about what you're doing to Jack." Janice says, "Shit, Mom, he seems to be enjoying me doing it to him, and the other guys want me to do it to them also." Then the guys start saying, "Yeah, let her keep going. Ain't nobody gonna tell on her doing it, and maybe we can come over again sometime and get some more from her or even get some of what she has between her legs. That would be even better."
The wives say, "We wouldn't mind getting some of your son also, and would love to have him fuck us." Janet says, "So, everybody here is in agreement that they want to be able to fuck with my kids, and they also want to do it?" Everybody shouts, "YES!" She says, "Okay, go ahead and have your fun with them. I might even try my son out myself and see how he is at fucking or eating my pussy."
One of the friends says, "Holy shit, you mean that you'd actually let your son fuck you and eat your pussy? Wow! That's great. I've thought at different times that I would love to have my son fuck me also, but have never gotten up the courage to have him do it." Herb says, "I think that maybe I'll enjoy doing this myself. Being able to fuck Janice and Gail."
Janet says, "Now, Herb, nobody said a thing about you or anybody being able to fuck them. It's bad enough that I'm letting her suck you guys' cocks, and if you want to eat her pussy. But having her to be fucked is going too far and maybe getting pregnant." Herb says, "Shit, Honey, since she's gone this far, I don't think it would hurt anything to let us also fuck her if she wants to do it." Janice says, "I do, Dad. I want to be fucked also."
Janet says, "Okay, but if you get knocked up, you're going to take care of the baby yourself and don't go coming to me for any help with it." Janice says, "Dad, would you like to have the honor of being my first to fuck me? I'd like it to be you." He tells her that he would love to be the first one to fuck her. He has her lay back, and he then begins to suck and lick her pussy. Then he sticks his cock into her and begins fucking her.
When he is ready to shoot his load of cum, he doesn't bother to pull out of her but shoots his load into her pussy. Greg then asks if he can fuck her also. Janet tells him to go ahead and fuck her, but he is the last one to fuck her. All the guys are dejected that they aren't going to be able to get in her. Janet says, "Okay, if any of you others want to fuck her or have Allen to fuck your wives, then we'll have to make arrangements, and you'll have to get with your children and begin fucking with them also and give us a chance at fucking them also."
Janice says, "I can tell you right now that every one of you here, your kids already fuck together. The only one that I'm not sure about is Bill and Carol's kids, whether they fuck or not. The others, I know that they do, and have seen some of the fucking, and the others have told me that they've either fucked with their brothers or their boyfriends." Janet says, "If you get your children to fuck with you, that will be your admission in order to fuck with us, and will also prove to us that nobody will go to the police about us fucking with our kids, because you've done it yourself."
If anyone has a problem with getting up the nerve for doing it with your kids, give me a call, and I'm sure that Janice and Allen would love to help you out. Most of them probably have already had some kind of sex by jacking off or masturbating, so they know what it's about and most likely have seen books of naked men and women.
They all decide to forget about Janice and Allen and go ahead with their wife swapping for the rest of the night and say that they will see if they can get their kids to do it with them also, and they'd give Janet a call tomorrow. The next morning about 11:00, she begins getting phone calls from all the women from the party, and they have all gotten their kids to fuck with them, except for Carol, and she can't bring herself to try it and see if they would fuck with her.
Janet tells Carol to come over this evening, along with her kids, and get here about 6:00. She hangs up with Carol and then gives the others a call and tells them to come over about 7:00 tonight. About 5:55, the doorbell rings, and Janet answers it. It's Carol and Bill and their family. They sit down and begin talking, and their daughter wants to know where Janice is. Janet tells her that she'd see her in a little bit. Janet asks Desiree, Carol's daughter, if she knew anything about sex.
She looks at her mother and hangs her head down, and Carol tells her to go ahead and answer Janet, that she won't punish her for whatever she tells her. She says, "Well, yes, I know about it and how it's done, but I've never done it myself, but I would like to try it sometime." Janet says, "Good, I'm glad to hear that you'd like to do it. Which would you like to do the best, suck a boy's cock, or be fucked by him?"
She looks at her Mom, and Carol tells her to go ahead and answer her, that it was alright. Desiree says, "You mean that you don't mind what I say, Mom?" Carol tells her that it's alright to go ahead and answer Janet, that she'd like to know also, and also who she would like to do it with the most. Desiree says, "Mom, you're going to kill me, but I'd like to suck his cock and also have him fuck me. The one I want most to do it to me is Daddy. I want him to fuck me more than anybody else, and Charlie wants to fuck you also. Me and Charlie have had sex together quite a few times together when you and Dad wasn't around."
Carol says, "Well, good. I'm glad you told us about you and Charlie. I don't mind in the least that you and him have been fucking." Janet says, "I think that it's time that you saw Janice and Allen." She calls into the other room, and they both come out and are totally naked.
Danny, the son, says, "Holy shit, wow! I like them this way." He stops and thinks about what he just said and says, "Shit, Mom, I'm sorry about what I said and using that dirty word." She tells him that it's alright and she doesn't mind him using it or any other dirty words. "So you like the looks of them when they're naked like this, huh? How about you, Desiree? Do you like the looks of Allen like this?" Desiree says, "Yeah, especially since he has a hard-on. I love seeing him like this."
Janet says, "If you'd like, you can go over to them and get a closer look at them and also feel and touch whatever you'd like to touch, either with your hands or even with your mouth if you'd like." Desiree looks at Carol and says, "Mom, are you serious? You wouldn't mind if I was to suck on his cock?" Carol tells her to go ahead and suck him off if she wants to do that. She goes over and starts sucking on Allen's cock, and Janice begins sucking on Charlie's cock. While they are sucking each other, Carol and Bill are getting undressed silently along with Janet.
Janice sucks Charlie off, and Desiree sucks Allen off, and both swallow the cum. They get up and turn around and see their Mom and Dad both naked along with Janet. Charlie says, "Holy shit, Mom, you look great like this. I like it a lot." Desiree says, "Mom, can I suck on Daddy's cock and suck him off also?" Carol says, "You shouldn't be asking me if you can suck your father. You should ask him and see what he has to say about doing it."
Charlie says, "Can I suck it also a little bit, Dad?" Bill tells him that he can suck him a little bit, but to let Desiree suck him off and swallow his cum. Charlie sucks his father for about a minute or a little more, and then Desiree takes over and takes him all the way to climax. She swallows his load of cum. Janet says, "How would you like to do that with your Mom and Dad all the time, and also with a lot of your friends also?" Desiree asks what she means by that, with a lot of their friends. Janet says, "You'll find out in about 10 minutes." She asks her Mom what she means, and Carol tells her that she'll find out in a little bit.
About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rings, and they start to scramble to get their clothes on before whoever it is sees them naked. They tell them not to worry, that it's okay, just to stay naked. They do, and it's Greg and Julie and their family and Vern and Giselle and their family. They come in and see everyone naked and ask if they had gotten an early start. A couple minutes later, the bell rings again, and this time it's Elliott and Kelli and their family. Then a few minutes later, Jack and Mary and George and Emily and their families arrive also.
Desiree says, "You mean that they won't mind seeing us naked?" Carol says, "No, it's alright. In a little bit, they'll all be naked also, and you can suck on anybody's cock that you would like to." Desiree says, "Shit, you mean it, Mom, that we can suck and fuck anyone that we want to, and you won't get mad about us doing it? Can I have anyone that wants to fuck me to go ahead and let him fuck me?"
Carol tells her that she can, but "I think that Allen would be the first one that I'd let fuck me since you sucked him off a little while ago. Course, he might have to wait a bit before he can fuck you. We'll see how he feels." Everybody begins getting undressed, and the party is ready to begin. Everybody begins to pair off with a child or another wife or husband. Carol asks Allen about fucking Desiree, and he says that he would love to, but it'll be about a half-hour or more before he's ready to go again.Elliott isn't doing anything at the moment, and she asks him if he'd like to have sex. He tells her that he would love to, and they do. By the time he is finished, Allen is ready to go again, and he then has sex with Desiree. They all spend the night switching partners all night long and then call it a night. They all continued to visit each other's houses from then on and have sessions together. | 3 |
105,516 | Let's Go Nudist | Harry Andrews and his wife Ellen were talking, and he says, "I have to get going to work. See if you can find out how they'd feel about doing it, honey? I'll see you all tonight." Ellen gets to thinking about what she has to do with the kids and see how they'd feel about doing such a thing with them.
About an hour later, all the kids wake up, and Robert and John get dressed to go down to breakfast, as does Doris and Sue, over in their room. They all go down to the kitchen and are taken aback when they see their mom.
Robert says half-heartedly and sort of under his breath, "Holy Shit." There she was, standing there completely naked, facing them all. He says to her, "Mom, what the fu...., heck are you doing here naked like this, where we can see you?" She says, "What's the matter, don't you like seeing me like this?" Robert says, "Shit, OH! I'm sorry, Mom, for using that word."
She says, "It's alright, I don't mind you saying it. I also heard you when you first came in and said under your breath, 'Holy shit' - you said it very lightly, but I still heard you, and also when you started to say 'fuck.'"
"I don't mind if you use those words, just don't use them when strangers are around to hear you. I would imagine that your brothers and sisters use them also, right?" He says, "Yes, ma'am, they use them also, but only when you or Dad isn't around or anyone else is around except for our friends at school." She says, "Well, as long as that's the only ones that you use them in front of."
"Now, I asked you if you didn't like seeing me like this, and I never did get an answer. But the way that you and your brother are making tents in the front of your pants, I'd say that you both don't mind seeing me like this. It looks like you both have a couple of nice hard-ons going there. Doris, Sue, would you both like to see your brothers with their hard-ons on their cocks?"
Doris says, "Yeah, Mom, I know I'd like to see them and maybe even touch and play with them." Ellen says, "Oh! So you know about playing with cocks, huh? I like to play with cocks also, so let's have the boys get undressed and let us see their hard cocks, and we can all play with them. Sue, how would you like to play with your brother's cock? Would you like to jack him off or take his cock in your mouth and suck it for him?"
Robert says, "Holy shit, Mom, are you serious? You'd let Sue or Doris suck my cock?" She says, "Certainly, I'm serious. That's what I intend to do - suck it for you, so why not let them do it also. After all, they'll be sucking cock in a few years anyway and being fucked also." Robert says, "Mom, are you hinting that me and John could possibly fuck Doris and Sue?" She says, "I don't know, would you like to fuck your sisters?" He says, "Shit, yes, I would." She asks Doris and Sue if they would like to be fucked by their brothers. Doris says, "I'd love to be fucked by them as long as I didn't get in trouble with you for doing it."
"Mom, would it be possible that maybe Dad could fuck us also?" She says, "Oh! I'd say that there is a very good chance that that might happen also." Robert says, "Does that mean that John and me can fuck you also?" She tells him yes, that will be very possible. He says, "Shit, I'm ready, let's get to some fucking." Ellen says, "Now hold on, young man, I didn't say that you could fuck me today. Today your sisters are going to suck your cock, and then I'm going to suck you off and get the cum out of you. Your sisters can alternate back and forth on John's cock, and one or the other of them can suck his cum out of him."
"But there will be no fucking today. Now, tonight when your father gets home, maybe then you will be able to fuck me, and I'm sure he will want to fuck your sisters. Girls, why don't you go ahead and start sucking your brother for a bit, and then I'll take over on his cock and take him all the rest of the way." Doris begins to suck Robert's cock, and then Sue takes over, and finally, his mom takes over and sucks it for a few minutes, and finally, he cums in her mouth, and she swallows his load. He says, "WOW! Mom, you swallowed my load of cum. I hope it don't make you get knocked up and have a baby, though I wouldn't mind having a little creature around to play with."
She says, "I thought you knew about sex, but evidently, you don't know all about it. You can't get pregnant by swallowing cum. It has to be inserted into a girl's cunt. But that don't mean that she's going to get pregnant just because you shoot cum into her. It's just the chance you take when you cum in a girl." He says, "Oh! So then there's no chance of you getting pregnant since you swallowed my cum." She tells him that there's no way that she can get pregnant from swallowing his cum. "That he'll have to worry when he shoots his cum into her cunt."
He says, "So you're saying that I will be able to fuck you, Mom?" She says, "You'll be able to fuck me maybe tonight. I'm looking forward to getting your cock in me and have you fuck me, and also the same for your brother. I want his cock in me also." Robert says, "How come you decided to do this and get naked this morning, and you haven't let us fuck you before now?" She says, "Well, actually, I never intended to suck your cocks or go as far as we've gone with this. Your father doesn't even know anything about what we're doing together or that he will be most likely fucking your sisters tonight."
"Your father and I were talking, and it got around to where we were going on our vacation, and I said, 'Why don't we go to a nudist camp? I'd love to see all them cocks walking and laying around, and I'll bet you'd like to see all them titties and pussies also.' He asked me if I was serious, and I told him that I was and that I'd love to go. Then we got to thinking about what about you guys, and we decided to take you all along also. We figured that you boys would enjoy seeing all the naked girls, and Doris and Sue would like seeing the naked men, including your father and me naked."
He says, "Shit, are you kidding? I'm ready to go right now to see all that cunt and titties out there." Doris says, "Yeah, me too, I want to see all the swinging cocks." Ellen says, "Well, I hit upon the idea to be naked when you came down to breakfast, and then you'd want to know why I was naked, and I'd tell you about the camp. But I hadn't figured on Robert and John getting their hard-ons, and I couldn't resist having them get naked and suck them off."
"I was only supposed to see if you would be interested in going to the camp and getting naked and showing your bodies." Robert says, "Mom, does this mean that we can fuck now all day long until Dad gets home?" She says, "It does not. You can have Doris and Sue suck you off all day long if you want, but no one, and I repeat, no one is to fuck either one of the girls. I want the first one to fuck them to be their father. Understood? If you feel that you have to fuck someone, come to me, and you can fuck me instead."
The rest of the day was a delight for the boys as the girls sucked their cocks about 4 times and sucked them off 3 of the four times, and they ate the girls' pussies 3 times. They didn't bother about going to Ellen and fucking her. She was kind of disappointed that they didn't come and want to fuck her. Finally, Harry comes home from work, and she breaks the news to him about what she had done with the kids. He says, "Holy shit, you could go to jail if anyone ever found out about you fucking with the boys."
"Of course, who's going to tell, and I may just as well go to jail with you if we get caught. Where are the girls? They're upstairs, and they've been waiting all day for you to get home and fuck them so that Robert and John can fuck them. I told both boys that neither one was to fuck the girls until after you had the first fuck with them both. Well, at least that's right, I'd like to be the first one to fuck my little girls. Do you think that the boys would want to watch me as I fucked the girls?" She says, "I would imagine that they probably would like to watch. They probably wouldn't care who was fucking who, just as long as they could watch someone fuck."
She goes over to the bottom of the stairs and calls them and tells them all to come downstairs. They all come downstairs, and none of them have any clothes on. Robert says, "I suppose you heard the good news from Mom that we're all going to be fucking together from now on." He says, "I heard, and that means that now you can start to sucking my cock also. Both of you." He says, "Holy shit, Dad, you mean that you want me to suck your cock and turn me into a Homo?" Harry says, "Do you think I'm a Homo?"
He says, "No, of course not, Dad." He says, "Well, I like to suck cock also. So now what do you think?" He says, "Shit, I don't know. You like to suck cock and you fuck girls too?" He says, "That's right, I'm a Bi-sexual, and that's what you'll be also. You fuck girls, but you can also suck a guy's cock also if you get the chance too." Robert says, "Well, that's more like it then, as long as I can still take care of the girls.""Harry says, 'We called you all down here since I'm getting ready to fuck the girls and wanted to see if you boys wanted to watch as I fuck them?'
Robert and John both say that they would love to watch as he fucks the girls. Robert says, 'Mom, I'm going to get awful horny watching Dad fuck Doris and Sue. Would it be alright if I was to jack myself off while I watched them?' She says, 'I got a better idea, if you would like to do it, you could eat my pussy and then fuck me or I could suck you off.' He says, 'Shit, I'll take the fucking you, Mom.' So while Harry was fucking Doris, Robert was fucking his Mom. After a while, Harry then fucks Sue also and John fucks his mother.
After they were finished, Harry says that he'll have to call the camp and make reservations for a two-week stay there. He says, 'There's only one problem, I've heard that you're not supposed to get any hard-ons while you're at the camp. I hope the boys and I can keep these cocks of ours under control and they don't go standing up too much on us.' They continue to fuck with each other for the next week, and finally, Harry's vacation arrives. They pack up what they think they'll need, other than clothes.
They all packed very few clothes as they figured that they wouldn't be needing them. They get to the camp and are given a brochure, and it says that males are not to get any erections in the camp, except in their cabins. A guide, Louis, shows them around the camp and recreational area and shows them their cabin. The guide, Louis, says, 'I see that you and the boys all have nice tents in your pants. Don't let it bother you, we have it in the brochure for legal reasons to protect ourselves, but it's alright to go ahead and have hard-ons in the camp.
All the guys have them all the time, watching all the good-looking girls strolling around, and you seem to have three beauties with you also. I know I'm going to enjoy seeing them naked.' Ellen says, 'What is the matter that you got clothes on? I wouldn't mind seeing what you have in your pants myself, and I'm sure the girls would also.' He says, 'Holy shit, you mean that you'd like to see me naked?' They say, 'Yeah, if he would like to get undressed.' He begins to get undressed, and is no sooner undressed than Doris grabs his cock and begins sucking it.
Ellen says, 'Doris, you shouldn't be doing that, we don't even know this man, he could be a cop or something.' Lou says, 'I gather from the way your daughter is sucking my cock that you and your husband have sex with your kids. It's alright, I don't mind if you do, in fact, maybe I could join you all sometime in the next two weeks while you're here. I wouldn't mind fucking nice little girls like these. I have no objections to fucking kids myself. In fact, there is a lot of the people here that fuck their kids, maybe if you'd like, you could meet up with them and have yourselves some extra fun while here, and have extra families to play with after you leave here.'
Harry says, 'Shit, that sounds like an excellent idea. We'd have more people and kids to fuck with.' Lou says, 'Later tonight, why don't you come over to my cabin? You can meet my wife and kids, they like to play also.' Ellen says, 'Aren't you afraid of getting caught fucking your kids and getting fired?' He says, 'I can't be fired, I own the camp. That's what I like about the camp, meeting new people who fuck with their kids, and we get new people that we can fuck with also. Would you like to meet my wife and family?'
Ellen says, 'We'd love to meet them, and I'd love to get in your pants also, as would the girls.' He says, 'I'm glad to hear that. I can hardly wait to get into you and your daughters.' Ellen says, 'I'm sure that I can speak for them also when I say that we are looking forward to having you in all of us.' He says, 'Why don't you all get undressed, and I'll show you around and show you the right people to meet?' They get undressed, and then go out, and Ellen and the girls sort of or try to cover their tits and pussy, and Harry and the boys try to cover their cocks with their hands. Lou says, 'I see you're just like everyone else that comes here for the first time.
In a couple of hours from now, you'll think nothing about letting people see your cocks or pussies. As you can see, most of the guys here walking around have hard-ons. They're the same as you and I, Harry, they love to see nice young pussy and tits. I hope it doesn't bother you and the girls that I talk like that about a girl's pussy and tits, Ellen?' She says, 'Shit, I know it doesn't bother me, while you and Harry are watching the girls, me and the girls are watching the guys' cocks swinging as they walk or the way that they're standing tall in the air, wishing I had them in my mouth.'
He says, 'Oh! there's the James family. They have been coming here about the longest of any of our visitors, I think it's been about 5-6 years now. I hope it doesn't bother you that we've been fucking with them. Hi, Bill! How are you and your family doing?' Bill says, 'We're doing great, especially right now with Eve jacking me off.' Lou says, 'I was wondering if you and your family could come over to my cabin tonight, and we can have some fun with our newest members that like to do the same things that we do.'
Bill says, 'Oh! they like to play also, huh? Good, we love new bodies. We'll be there, Lou.' Ellen says, 'Shit, you mean that they do that right out here in the open where anyone can watch her jack him off?' Lou says, 'If you turn around right now, you'll see that another couple has come over to them, and they both have themselves someone to fuck. Usually, the way it goes, the wife will begin to jack him off, and someone will see her doing it to him, and they'll come over and tell them that there's no sense doing that and wasting his cum when they can all fuck together, and everyone will be happy.'
She says, 'Yeah, but right in the open like that. What if the kids see them fucking like that?' He says, 'If the kids see them, most likely they are already being fucked by their parents or, if it's kids that don't be fucked by their parents, they enjoy getting the chance to see someone fuck. We've had a lot of returning families, and they and their kids didn't fuck together, and when they came back the next time, they did fuck together. This gets them all, parents and kids, acclimated to being seen while they are fucking together.
Actually, we do have a rule. The adults can suck cock or fuck if they want to, even when the kids are around and are watching, but they cannot touch any of the kids and try fucking them out here in the open. If they want to fuck the kids, they have to do it in the cabins. You know how some people feel about fucking kids, but they don't mind seeing a man and woman fuck.' They continue to make the rounds and meet three other couples, and Lou has them coming over to his cabin for the next three nights. Lou tells them that there is another couple at the camp also, but he doesn't see them right now.
He says, 'There is also another 8 couples that we play with that isn't at the camp right now. Before you leave, I'll give you their names and phone numbers and where they live, and I'll call them and tell them about you, and you can visit them sometime if you'd like.' Ellen says, 'That'd be great. We'd love to meet new people with the same interests as ours and yours.' Lou says, 'I see that now none of you are covering yourselves from view. Don't feel bad about it, just about everybody that comes here the first time does the same thing, it's only natural to cover your cocks and pussy from view of people.
Why don't you all go on alone now, and I'll see you all tonight? My cabin is cabin number one. If you can't find it, just ask anyone, they all know where it is.' Lou leaves, and Harry says, 'Honey, I think we need to go to the cabin and fuck. I'm hornier than hell seeing all these girls and their tits and pussies.' She says, 'Shit, do you really want to go to the cabin or maybe find someone and lay down close to them and have me begin jacking you off, and maybe we can get a bite like that James couple.'
He says, 'Shit, you mean right out here in the open?' She says, 'Yes, maybe someone will want to fuck you and me.' He says, 'Well, if you want to chance it, it's OK with me.' They see a young couple and lay down about 10 feet from them, and Ellen begins jacking Harry off. In no time at all, the young couple come over and ask if they could help them to get relief instead of the way they were doing it. Ellen says, 'What do you mean, that you can help us?' The man, Jerry, says, 'Well, I hope I don't offend you and your husband here, but if you'd like, your husband could fuck my wife, and I could fuck you if you'd like to do it that way.'
Ellen says, 'Shit, you mean that you'd fuck us and you don't even know us?' Jerry says, 'Does it bother you that you don't know us?' Ellen says, 'It doesn't bother me in the least, and as long as your wife wouldn't mind, I'd love to get that cock of yours into me, and I'm sure that my husband wouldn't mind getting his cock in your wife as well.' Jerry says, 'Would it bother you to be fucked out here in the open?' Ellen says, 'Well, normally, I'd say yes, it would bother me, but Lou said that everybody fucks out here in the open, so I wouldn't mind trying it and see how it feels to have anyone watch as I'm fucking.'
Jerry says, 'What about your kids, do you want to let them watch also or do you have family sex at home?' She says, 'It doesn't really bother me at all, they can watch if they want, I don't care. They know about fucking. Lou said that we were to come to his cabin tonight along with a James family.' He says, 'Actually, I now know that you have sex with your kids. Lou wouldn't invite your family and the James family to his cabin unless you fucked with your kids and would fuck their kids also. You don't have to worry about me and my wife, we fuck our kids also.'""She says, 'Lou was looking for another couple in camp but couldn't find them. You must be the other couple. He found the other three couples, and each of them is supposed to come to his cabin for the next three days along with our family. I would imagine that you'll be there on the fourth day.'
Jerry says, 'Most likely, but let's get to the good stuff. After we finish fucking, how about coming over to our cabin? I'd love to fuck that daughter of yours, and my wife would love to have your son fuck her. Would you mind if we did that?'
She says, 'It doesn't really matter to me. I think that they'd be all for it though.' Jerry fucks Ellen, and Harry fucks Jerry's wife, Susan, and they all go to Jerry's cabin. Robert and John get in their strokes with Susan, but Jerry has to wait for a while before he can fuck Doris. About an hour later, he is finally able to ejaculate into her. They all get ready to leave, and Jerry says, 'If you see Lou before I do, tell him that we'll be over to his cabin on Wednesday night. We'll see you then, if we don't see you before then. I might even look you up; I enjoyed fucking you very much, you're one of the better girls that I've had.'
Susan says, 'Your husband isn't a bad fucker either.' Ellen and Harry and the kids leave, and about an hour later, they run into Lou and tell him that they met the other couple that he was looking for and just left them, and that they'd be over to your cabin on Wednesday. Lou says, 'You just left them? I hate to say this, but I just left them myself, and they didn't say anything about meeting you. Just what are the names of the couple you met?' Ellen tells him Jerry and Susan Miller. He says, 'I don't know a Jerry or Susan Miller. The couple I was looking for was Frank and Helen Richards. What did they look like?'
She says, 'Well, he was about your height, blond hair, nicely built, and had a nice-sized cock, and was fairly young-looking, and she was a blonde with a gorgeous figure and outstanding breasts, and she was shaved.' He says, 'We must have another couple here that fucks their kids that I didn't know about.' She tells him that he said that he knew that they fucked their kids since they were to come to your cabin this evening along with the James family. He said that meant they were going to be fucking you, your family, and the James family. He tells them thanks for telling him about them.
They leave Lou and go roaming around and then decide to go for a swim and then were asked to play some volleyball. After about an hour and a half, they decide to go lay down and rest up for tonight. Finally, after supper, they go to Lou's cabin and are invited in. The James family is already there. Lou says, 'I asked Bill and Eve if they knew a Jerry and Susan Miller, and they said that they had met them earlier this morning for the first time. I'm anxious to meet them. If either of you runs into them, bring them over to the office so I can meet them.'
If this Susan has big breasts that stick out, I especially want to meet her. They pick their partners and begin to fuck and spend about 6 hours fucking and sucking each other. The James family leaves, and Lou asks if they would mind sleeping over and he could sleep with Ellen, and Harry could sleep with Abby, and the kids can take their pick of partners also. Ellen tells him that they would love to spend the night with them, after all, they'd just go to their cabin and fuck each other, and they can do that all the time back home.
Louis says, 'I'm wondering who the fuck this Miller family is and why I don't know them, and they seem to know me. I'm anxious to meet up with them and talk to them.' The next day, Ellen and Harry and the kids leave and go to their cabin and clean up before they go back outside. They go to the pool, and the James family is there, and Bill James tells them that they had a great time with them last night and hope to meet with them some more before they leave camp and also hope to meet them after they leave camp. Bill tells them that Lou had given him their address and phone number and said that they could call them.
Ellen says, 'That's right, we'd be happy to visit your house or have you visit our house anytime that you'd like.' Bill says, 'Lou told us that the Grayson family was coming over tonight to meet you, they're a great couple, and I love to fuck their kids and suck my cock. Well, we'll see you later.' They leave and start roaming around again and see Jerry and Susan Miller. They greet the Millers and tell them that Lou wants to see them both and find out who they are. Susan tells Jerry, 'Let's go see him and get it over with. It's going to happen sooner or later anyway.'
They go along with Ellen and Harry to Lou's cabin and knock on the door, and he is still there. He opens the door and says, 'Oh! My God, Susan, where have you been for the last three years?' Susan says, 'Hello, Dad. I've been around. I'm now married to Jerry here, and we're enjoying ourselves here at your camp. The kids are especially enjoying themselves seeing all the naked people.' Lou says, 'Why haven't we heard from you, your Mom and I thought that something had happened to you. We didn't know how to contact you or anything.'
She says, 'I just happened to meet Jerry while I was out in California. I went to one of the nudist camps that they had out there, and it is almost like yours. Guys walk around with their penises standing tall, and men and women fuck and suck right out in the open, and nobody says a word about it. The biggest difference out there is that the kids fuck together also out in the open, but if the adults want to fuck the kids, they have to do it in the cabins. Anyway, I met Jerry and got to know him, and he had these 4 kids, and they would fuck together, and he asked me if it offended me to have them fucking together, and I told him that it didn't and that if the boys wanted to fuck me, they could, that I'd love to have them fuck me.
He then wanted to know if I'd been fucked by kids before or sucked off little boys, and I told him that I had, that I was brought up by a Mom and Dad that fucked me and my brothers, and that I left home to get out and see the country and decided to see California, so there I was. After about four months, we got married, and now we have a little girl of our own that's three years old. Grandpa,' Lou says, 'Well, you had me wondering who the fuck you were. The Andrews here, Ellen and Harry, told me that they had met you and had fucked with you, and they thought it was the other couple that I was looking for.
Anyway, they thought that you were the ones I was looking for, and I told them that I found the right ones and had just left them. I'm just so glad to see you and see that you're OK. You wouldn't want to fuck, would you, Honey?' She says, 'I was hoping you'd ask me, Dad. It's been so long since you've fucked me.' They then begin to fuck, and Ellen starts to suck Jerry off, then stops and asks him if he minds her doing it to him. He tells her to go ahead, that he doesn't mind at all. Lou and Jerry both cum about the same time.
Lou says, 'Why don't you two come over tonight? I have Ellen and Harry here coming over to meet the Ferguson family, and we can have a lot of fun with your kids, and then I can maybe sleep with you, Susan, and Jerry can sleep with your Mom.' She tells him that she'll take him up on that. Then he says, 'And of course, we'll refund your money for your stay at the camp. I'm not going to make my daughter and her husband pay to stay at my camp.'
That night, they all arrive at Lou's cabin along with the Fergusons and have a wonderful evening together. Susan slept with her father, and Jerry slept with her Mother, the same thing continued for the next two weeks, and it was time to leave. Lou tells them that he is going to miss them and gives them the phone numbers and addresses of all the people and tells them that he has called them all and for them to expect a call from them, and he has also added Susan and Jerry's address and number, so they can get together again, and he hopes to see them again when they go on vacation again. Ellen tells him that they will be back, that's for sure, that this has been the best vacation they have ever been on." | 3 |
105,594 | Secretary and The Boss | Hank Gamble was a senior Vice President of his corporation. He was a handsome man of 42. He had a gorgeous secretary, Ellen, who was 34, but she had a body on her that wouldn't quit, from what Hank could tell. He loved it when she would lean over to get a file from the filing cabinet and he could see the fantastic shape of her ass. He was in his office this day, and Ellen buzzed him and said that his daughter was on the phone. He answered it, and the daughter, Sherri, says, "Dad, I need you to talk to Peter right now. He won't let me suck his cock, all he wants to do is fuck me." Hank says, "Stop right there. You shouldn't be saying this on the phone. You never know, but someone might be listening in and find out about us.
Put Peter on the phone right now. Peter, you stop pestering your sister and let her have her way for a change and let her do what she wants to do. I'll see you when I get home." Right after he hangs up the phone, Ellen comes in and says, to him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gamble, but I sort of was listening in on your conversation with your daughter. Is it true that you let your son and daughter fuck each other? Or do you participate with them also? You can tell me the truth, I don't mind if you fuck your daughter and son. That sounds like it would be fascinating. I don't know how old your son is, but I think I'd like to be fucked by him." Hank says, "Holy shit, you mean that you'd let a little kid fuck you?"
She replies, "Sure, if he has a nice big cock like it looks that you have, the way the front of your pants is sticking out. The way it's sticking out, you must have a nice big one. I'd love to see it, if you'd like to show it to me, I wouldn't mind in the least and I'd be willing to help you get rid of that big boner." He says, "Shit, are you saying that you'd like to suck me off?" Ellen says, "If you'd like, or you could even fuck me if you'd rather do that." Hank says, "You've got a deal, Ellie. I'd love to fuck you. You look like you've got a fantastic body on you, and the way when you stoop over to get a file, your ass fills your dress beautifully. If you really mean it, go ahead and start getting undressed, and I'll lock the door, so no one comes walking in on us. We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Ellie starts to get undressed, and then Hank begins to follow her after he locks the door. Soon both of them are naked. Hank says, "WOW! You do have a beautiful body on you and a gorgeous tan, even around your nipples are tanned and down around your pussy. What do you have, a string bikini that you wear?" She says, "Yeah, I have a stringie, and I pull it up into my slit so that I get a good even tan. My son loves it when I do that, and he can see my whole body." Hank says, "Holy shit, you mean that your son sees you naked." She says, "Yeah, he has a nice tan on his cock and ass too." He says, "I hope you don't mind my asking you this, but do you and your son have sex together?"
She says, "I don't mind you asking. Yes, we have sex together all the time, the same as you and your daughter and son, am I right?" He says, "Yeah, I guess it's alright to admit it to you as far as we have gone together already. Would you and your son like to join us sometime?" She says, "We'd love to, but it's not just my son. I have three sons and two daughters. We all play together and would love joining you and your kids and have some fresh meat to play with. How many kids do you have anyway?" He tells her that he has four daughters and two sons. "That will work out perfectly, everyone will get a chance and won't have to wait for the boys to get recharged.
I might as well tell you that I also have a butler and maid that joins us and a driver and cook that also joins us." She says, "You mean that your servants fuck the kids also?" He says, "Would that be a problem for you if the guys wanted to fuck you or your daughters?" She says, "Shit, no, I'd love it, and they would too." She grabs his cock and puts it into her mouth and begins to suck it. Then she tells him to stick it into her cunt. Just as he is about ready to stick his cock into her cunt, there comes a knock at the door. He shouts to them and asks what they want, and the voice comes back, "It's me, Chuck, I've got great news for you. Open up." Hank says, "I'm very busy right now, come back in about 15-20 minutes and tell me then." He slips his cock into Ellie's cunt and begins pumping away at her.
All of a sudden, the inter-office door opens, and Chuck comes in and sees what is going on. He says, "Wow, I guess you are a little busy right now." Hank shouts for him to get out of here and come back later. Ellie says, "Let him stay if he wants to, and maybe he can watch us and jack himself off watching us." Chuck says, "I'd love to do that, if you didn't mind." Hank says, "I guess it'd be OK if you want to. I don't mind you watching if Ellie doesn't mind." Ellie says, "Chuck, why don't you just go ahead and jack off, and when you feel yourself cumming, get over here and stick your cock into my mouth, and I'll suck you dry." Hank says, "Ok, since you're here now, just what was so important that you had to tell me?" Chuck says, "Harold is retiring and has named you as the new president of the company." Hank says, "Holy shit, are you sure?"
Chuck says, "He sent a memo to all the executives saying that he is retiring and has a news conference set for tomorrow to announce it. Ellen, you really want me to stick my cock in your mouth and cum into it?" Ellie says, "If you don't want to, you don't have to, but I would love to taste your cum." Chuck says, "Well, I just didn't want to come between you two if you have a thing going there between you." Ellie says, "There isn't anything going between the two of us, until now. We just got started about 15-20 minutes ago when he got a call from his daughter. Well, we can get back to this later. I want your cock in me, Mr. President." Hank goes back to putting his cock into her cunt and begins pumping away at her.
In no time at all, Chuck is jacking himself off and can feel himself beginning to cum and sticks his cock into Ellie's mouth. She tells Hank to cum in her mouth also when he is ready to shoot his load. She says, "I hate to say it, but your cum is good, Hank, but Chuck's is much better tasting. I liked it the best of the two. Hank, do you think that we could invite Chuck to join us and the kids in our activities?" Hank says, "I don't know if he'd be interested in doing it." Chuck says, "What the fuck wouldn't I be interested in doing? If it has to do with sex, I'd be interested in doing it."
Hank says, "Chuck, what is your thoughts on child porn?" Chuck says, "Well, I guess it's alright. I can't see all these child molesters fucking little kids, but if it was like sex in the family and the kids liked doing it with their mother or father, I think it would be OK as long as it didn't hurt them in any way." Ellie says, "That sounds good to me, what do you think, Hank?" Hank says, "Me too. What would you say if you got the chance to fuck some little girls, say about 9-14 years old?" Chuck says, "WOW! Boy, would I love doing that if I ever got the chance. I've been trying to get my wife to do incest with our kids, but she's afraid if we approached them, they wouldn't want to do it and hate us for even suggesting it to them. Why?"
Hank says, "How would you like to join Ellie and me at my house on the weekend? Bring your wife and family along also, and we'll see if she will change her mind about the incest." Ellie says, "That phone call I said that Hank got was from his daughter complaining that her brother wouldn't let her suck his cock and all he wanted to do was fuck her. That's how we got started here. I heard the conversation and approached Hank about it because I have sex with my kids also." Chuck says, "Holy shit, both of you have sex with your kids, and you want me to join with you in doing it? Man, I would love doing it, if you didn't mind."
Hank says, "Ok, I just got an idea on how to break the ice with your family. On Friday, we'll all take the day off and go to the beach to the spot where Ellie gets her tan, and she'll bring her kids, and I'll bring my kids, and they will all be naked on the beach. You tell your wife and kids that they are going to a beach party and that there will probably be some nudity there, and ask them if they would mind seeing boys and girls and men and women naked. I'll bet you that all the kids will love the idea of seeing all the nudity. They'll see all the other boys and girls running around naked, and they'll want to do it also. Just tell them that it's Ok to go ahead and get undressed and join the others.
Just tell your wife that I have invited you to join us at the beach and that it could mean a promotion for you if you go. Which it will." Chuck says, "Boy, I hope that she'll go along with this. She's not exactly a prude as for as sex goes, but she's not an exhibitionist either. Though she did seem interested when I approached her about having sex with the kids, she didn't hit me or anything like that when I mentioned it to her.The day finally finishes and Chuck goes home and tells his wife Arlene that Hank is going to be the new President and has invited them to come to the beach on Friday, and that it could mean a promotion for him. He tells her that they like to go naked at the beach and that the kids do also. She says, "What, you want the kids to go and see them all naked? Are you out of your mind?" He says, "Let's ask the kids and see what they have to say about doing it." Chuck calls in all the kids and tells them about the beach and that the people will be in the nude and would they mind seeing the naked people.
Everyone of them was willing to go and said that they wouldn't mind getting naked either. Christopher, their oldest son, says, "Will there be girls my age there too and naked?" Chuck says that there probably will be but that he wasn't sure how old the kids are. "But just think, you'll get to see your mother naked and your sisters and all the other girls, even if they are a little younger." Arlene says, "Now who says that I'm going to get naked and let everyone see my body, especially our kids." Chuck says, "By the time that you're there awhile and see Hank and my hard cocks and probably some of the kids, you'll be getting undressed also. And I'll bet that Chris will be getting a hard-on also."
Chris says, "If there are naked girls and Mom naked, you know that I will." Arlene says, "And just what would you do to us girls, if you had a chance?" Chris gets a shit-eating grin on his face and says, "I don't think I better say what I'd like to do." She says, "C'mon honey, tell us what you'd like to do to the girls and me, if you could. I won't punish you for what you say. I already know what you'd like to do, but I want to hear you say it." He says, "Well, OK. If I got the chance to, I'd love to fuck the girls and you too, Mom."
She says, "Oh, you'd like to fuck me, huh? Would you like to fuck me right now?" He says, "Yeah, Mom. If you'd let me do it to you." She says, "OK. Would anybody like to watch him fuck me?" They all say that they'd like to watch and Cary says that if he could, he'd like to do it also. Arlene says, "Ok, now let's get this straight. Who of you all would like to either fuck me or be fucked by your father or be fucked by your sister or brother?" They all agree that they would love to have sex with anyone. Chuck says, "Would you like to have sex with the kids that we'd be meeting on the beach and their parents also?"
Chris says, "If they'd let me fuck them, I'd love to fuck 'em no matter how old or young they are." Chuck says, "Well, there is no problem with that because their parents fuck them all the time, so they're used to being fucked. Now if you'd all like to, why don't you get your clothes off and let's see what your bodies look like and see who wants to be the first one to suck my cock. Whoever sucks my cock will only suck it for a little bit, because I don't want to cum. I want to save my cum for whoever it is that I fuck. So who wants to suck me and who wants me to fuck them. Louise says that she should be the one to suck his cock and that Emily should be the one he fucks since she is the oldest."
Chuck says, "Is that alright with you, Emily, if you're the first one that I fuck?" She says that she would love to be his first. They all get naked and Louise begins to suck her father's cock and Chris begins to suck on his Mom's tits and works his way down to her pussy and begins eating it and then sticks his cock into her and begins pumping away at it. He asks her if she wants him to pull out when he is ready to cum and she tells him to just shoot his load into her cunt. Chris continues to fuck his mother and Chuck starts to fucking Emily. They both cum at about the same time and when Chuck is finished, Grace, the youngest daughter, wants to know if she can lick his cock now. He tells her to go ahead and while she is licking and sucking her father, Cary, the youngest son, takes over and begins fucking his mother.
Chuck says, "I think I'll go and call Hank and tell him that we won't have to go to the beach after all." Arlene asks him why not and he tells her that it was to get the kids accustomed to seeing their kids naked and seeing Hank and Ellie naked and to get Arlene to get naked in front of the kids. She says, "Oh, So it was a set-up job of going to the beach." He says, "Well, Yes, I told Hank and Ellie about asking you about having sex with the kids and you were afraid to try it with them." Chris says, "You mean that you had talked to Mom about doing this before and you didn't do it? We'd have loved to have done it, what was it, a long time ago or just recently, Dad?" He says, "I think it was about a year or so ago. I don't really remember when it was, but I sure wish I'd have known that you all feel this way."
Anyway, the way it got started today was I walked in on Hank and his secretary and they were fucking in his office and he ordered me out and she said that I could stay and watch and maybe jack myself off that she'd love to see me jack off. So I did and then I came in her mouth." Arlene says, "You mean to tell me that you jacked off in front of that woman and then you shot your cum into her mouth?" He says, "Yeah, That's what happened and then Hank asked me how I felt about child porn and I told him what I thought and then Ellie and him admitted that they have sex with their kids and would I like to join them. I told him about talking to you about it and that I'd love to join them if I could only get you to change your mind. So then he came up with the idea to go to the beach where Ellie only wears the bottom part of a string bikini and she has the string pulled up into her slit so she can get a nice tan."
Arlene says, "Shit, why didn't I think of that? I'm going to have to go shopping tomorrow and get me one of them string bikinis myself and try that, pulling it nice and tight up into my slit. You think you'd like to see me in one of those, Chris?" Chris says, "It sounds like it should be pretty good seeing you in one of them bikinis, but I don't think it could be any better than you look right now, Mom." Chuck goes to the phone and gives Hank a call and tells him that they could cancel the trip to the beach if he wanted to. Hank tells him that the kids will probably enjoy going so we'll just go as planned. Hank says, "If you're not doing anything, why don't you and the family come on over? Ellie and her family is here and we're having a great time and you'll get a chance to meet everyone and everyone can meet you." Chuck says, "Alright, we'll be right over, say in about a half hour."
A half hour later they arrive at Hank's house, and Arlene says, "This place is almost like a mansion." Chuck says, "Well, it's been in the family for years and years. It used to be his father's house and then he died and left it to Hank and his wife, but his wife died about three years ago. She was wealthy in her own right and left everything to Hank. So he has plenty of money." Chuck pushes the button on the gate and a voice wants to know who it is. He tells them and the gate begins to open automatically. The house is about a 1/4 of a mile up a long driveway to it. When they get to the house, they are greeted by Hank and Ellie, both in the nude.
Arlene says, "Well, this is quite a greeting and I like what I see there between your legs." Hank says, "Let's go into the house and we can get better acquainted with each other and your family." They go inside and Chris says, "Boy, there is some nice ass here. Man, Am I going to be in heaven." Arlene says, "Just don't you worry about all the 'nice ass' that's here, you'll get to it when you get to it." Hank says for them to go ahead and get undressed and we can see what everyone looks like. They all go into the house and Hank leans over to Chuck and asks him if it is Ok with him if he fucks Arlene first.
Chuck tells him that it is perfectly alright with him and says that he wants a shot at Ellie. Hank says, "You're going to have your hands full with her, she's a nymphomaniac and loves to fuck and she's good at it too. One of the best that I've ever encountered. She's even better than my late wife." They get inside and are introduced to the children and then they start to undress. By the time they get undressed, Chuck and his sons, Chris and Cary, all have hard-ons already from seeing the girls naked and anticipating what was to come later. Ellie says to Chuck, "Looks like you're ready for some action."
He says, "I'm ready and I'm ready for action right now, all right." She says, "I was hoping you'd say something like that. I've been wanting some more of that cock of yours since you came in my mouth today. Shall we get started? This time I want you to cum in me and don't pull out of me." She grabs his cock and gets down on her knees and begins to suck him. She stops after about a minute and tells him to eat her and then fuck her.
He begins by sucking her tits and working his way down to her cunt and spreads it as far apart as possible and begins sucking and licking her clitoris and then puts his cock into her and begins to bang away at her. She begins to gyrate her body and it is no time at all before he shoots his load of cum into her. While Chuck is fucking Ellie, Hank is fucking Arlene. The rest of the room is littered with bodies of every shape and size of the kids fucking the other kids.
About then, one of the maids comes in and says that dinner is ready. Chuck and Arlene and their kids try to cover themselves with cushions or whatever is available. The maid sees them and begins to laugh. Hank says, "That won't be necessary to cover up, Laura and the other maids and cook and butler will be joining us also after they finish with their duties of cleaning up after supper." Chuck says, "Holy shit, You mean that the maids and butler will be joining us in fucking also?"I don't know what the others look like, but I sure like the looks of Laura and especially that skirt she's wearing. It doesn't even come down to her pussy. And the top just barely covers her breasts.
Hank says, "You didn't look at her top too closely." He calls out to Laura and has her come back in. When she is back in the living room, he tells her to show them the different conversions the uniform can be changed to. Her top has a couple of inserts that cover a couple of holes, which can be removed, and she can have her nipples stick through the holes. "Show them, Laura," she pulls the inserts out, and her nipples start to stick through the holes.
Hank says, "Also, on certain days of the week, Laura and the other maids will wear it completely off, like this." Laura removes her top completely. All the boys say, "Wow! What beauties."
Hank then says, "Then again, on certain days, the maids wear the skirt like this." Laura removes her panties, and you can see all her pubic hair. Chris says, "I like her like this the best." Arlene slaps him on top of the head and says, "You would, and your father and brother probably do as well." Cary says, "That's right, Mom, I like her this way also, only maybe without the skirt and with her legs spread apart so I can see into her vagina." Laura says, "Oh, you want to see into my vagina? After a while, you can eat me and enjoy a close-up view and look as much as you like. Then you can stick your penis into me and fuck me also. I love to be fucked by little boys with big penises."
About a half hour later, Laura comes back in, and she has the other maids with her, and they are all naked and ready to go. The butler and the driver also come in, and they are also naked. Ellie says, "Wow, I wonder if I could take both of them at one time, one in each hole." Bruce, the driver, says, "There's one way to find out, try it." Tyrone says, "Go for it, Mom, I'd love to see a guy fucking you in the vagina and the anus at the same time. If it works, then maybe Gabe and I can do it with you too." Bruce has Kirby fuck Ellie in the anus, and he takes her vagina. Between the two, they fill her holes up nicely. They both shoot their load of semen in their respective holes. Ellie enjoys it very much and says, "We'll have to do that again, guys, you both were great."
About half the people were watching as Ellie was sandwiched, and the other half had themselves a partner and were fucking. They kept swapping for about the next four hours. The girls were getting plenty of action even when they had to do each other while the guys recharged their testicles. After about four hours, they decided to call it quits for the day and night and go to bed. Of course, they had to all have a partner to sleep with so they could have some playtime when they woke up.
Hank chose Ellie, and Chuck chose Michelle, Ellie's oldest daughter, and Tyrone took Arlene. All the kids got themselves a partner, mostly close to their own ages. The next day was about the same doings, and they made it a weekly habit and came back each week on Friday. Hank did become the president, and Ellie moved up to her new position as his secretary, and Chuck was also promoted to Hank's old job. | 6 |
105,659 | Hot Tub | Hank and Jane Williams lived next door to Jim and Kathy Elliott. Jane was looking out her kitchen window one day and saw a lot of men making measurements and then making a foundation and then pouring concrete in the Elliott's backyard. Jane and Kathy were good friends and were over at each other's house all the time. After they had poured the concrete, they left, and then Jane came over to Kathy's house and asked her what they were building.
Jane said, "I hate to say it, but I've been nosy and was watching the men pour the concrete, and I was wondering what was going on."
Kathy said, "It's alright, I don't mind. Jim and I are getting a hot tub, and after we get it installed, why don't you and Hank come on over and enjoy it with us as well?" Jane said, "Well, I wouldn't mind trying it out. I've never been in one before." Kathy said, "Just wait until you get in it and feel those jets of water hitting you. You'll want to be in it all the time."
About a week later, they delivered the tub and installed it. They filled the pool, and after they left, Kathy went into it and tried it out. She saw Jane at her kitchen window and motioned for her to come over.
A few minutes later, Jane came over wearing her swimsuit, and Kathy told her to get in. She did, and when she was in the tub, Kathy told her to take off her swimsuit. Jane said, "Holy shit, you mean that you're naked out here in broad daylight, and you want me to get naked also?" Jane said, "Shit, if one of the guys in the neighborhood sees us naked, they'll appreciate it. What the fuck is the difference if they see us? They know what a naked lady looks like. In fact, maybe we could invite them over here, and we could see their cocks."
Besides, I want to see you naked and also show you something that I bet you never thought about that is fantastic." Jane said, "Well, I guess it would be alright." She got into the tub and then took off her suit. Kathy said, "Just feel the way the water is coming out of those jets on the sides of the tub." Jane said, "What is the bench for in the tub?"
Kathy said, "That was what I was going to show you. Lay down on the bench and spread your legs, and let the jet shoot the water directly onto your pussy." Jane laid down as she was told and spread her legs, and the jet shot the water directly onto her pussy. Jane said, "Oh! My God, Oh! Shit, this is fantastic." She continued to enjoy the sensation of the water shooting against her pussy and the orgasms that she was enjoying. After about 10 minutes, she got up and told Kathy that it was fantastic and that she must have had 4-5 orgasms.
Kathy said, "Now you see why I like a hot tub. It's the extras that you get from it." They went back to sitting in the tub, and then Kathy began rubbing Jane's tits and her pussy. Jane said, "Kathy, what are you doing?" Kathy said, "What's the matter? You don't like that?" Jane said, "I didn't say that. I do like it. I haven't been made love to by a woman since I was in college. I do like it, but it was so unexpected coming from you." Kathy said, "Do you want me to stop or keep going?"
Jane said, "Keep going if you really want to do this to me. I love it, and I haven't had it happen in years." Kathy leaned over and gave Jane a French kiss and said, "Why don't we go into the house where we'll have more privacy and do a better job." Kathy got up and told Jane to come on and asked her if she was scared. Jane said, "Well, frankly, I am a little, especially since it's been so long since I did anything like this." She got up also and got out of the tub, and they both went into the house and went to Kathy's bedroom and began making love to each other.
When they were finished, Kathy said, "Jane, I can see right now that we are going to be even better friends from now on than we were before. I'd like to do this more often if you'd like to." Jane told her that she was in favor of doing it also. She said that she had better be getting home, as it was almost time for the kids to be getting home from school. Kathy told her to come over that night and bring Hank and the kids, and they could all use the hot tub.
Later that afternoon, when Hank got home from the office, Jane said, "You wouldn't believe what happened this afternoon. They installed a hot tub today at Kathy's, and she invited me over, and when I got there, she told me to take off my swimsuit. It turns out that she is naked in the tub." Hank said, "Shit, I would have loved to see that, especially Kathy naked." Jane slapped him on the arm and said, "Shame on you, wanting to see Kathy naked. She hasn't got anything different than I have."
He said, "Yeah, it's the same stuff, but maybe arranged a little different, and that's what I'd like to see is the difference in the arrangement." Jane said, "She does have a little bit bigger tits on her and also she has her pussy hair, and she is a natural blonde." He said, "There, see, that's different from your shaved pussy area. Like I've told you, I don't know how many times I wish you'd stop shaving your pussy and let the hair grow. I like having the hair down there."
She said, "Anyway, then she had me lay down in front of a jet, and the jet of water went pulsating onto my pussy, and in about 10 minutes, I must have had orgasms 5-6 times. Then she started playing with my tits and pussy and then gave me a French kiss, and then we went into the house, and we really made love together. It was great. I haven't done that since my college days." Anyway, we're invited over tonight along with the kids.
He said, "Maybe she'll get naked again tonight." She said, "Just keep dreaming. She wouldn't do that with the kids there." She tells all the kids that they are going next door tonight and will be using the Elliott's new hot tub and no peeing in the tub, Billy.
That evening, they all get ready to go next door, and they all go in, and a little later, Jane tells Kathy that she told Hank about this afternoon, and he said that he wishes that he could have seen that, especially you naked. Kathy says, "Well, shit, that's about the same with me. I wouldn't mind seeing Hank naked either, and I'll bet that Jim wouldn't mind seeing you naked either."
Jane says, "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind seeing Jim's cock myself. But we couldn't do something like that with all the kids around." Kathy says, "Shit, why not? I'll bet that your kids would love to see you and Hank naked and also each other naked if they haven't already seen each other naked. Jim and I have seen all our kids naked, and they've seen us naked, and we all love to play together." Jane says, "Play together, you're not talking about sexually, are you?" Kathy says, "Shit, of course sexually, that's the best kind of playing."
Jane says, "You mean that Ted has fucked you?" Kathy says, "Of course, he's fucked me hundreds of times, and I don't know how many times he's fucked his sisters, and Jim has fucked Maggie and Abbey probably a hundred times or more also. Wouldn't you like to have Billy fuck you?" Just think, during summer vacation when Hank is at work, Billy could keep you happy all the time, or he can come over here and keep me happy, and Ted can go to your house and fuck you. Think of it, girl, you could eat your daughter's pussies and my daughter's pussies and be fucked by the boys and be worn out by the time Hank gets home.
Jane says, "I don't know, it sounds good, but still, they're just kids. Besides, I don't know if they'd want to do something like that with Hank and me." Meanwhile, while the girls are talking, Hank and Jim are in the tub, and Jim says, "Have you ever been in a hot tub before?" Hank tells him that he hasn't and asks Jim why the bench is in the tub.
Jim says, "Well, it works better for Kathy, but it isn't too bad for me either. See, I lay down on it and spread my legs, and the jets shoot the stream of water onto my asshole and balls and give you the best feeling, and you go cumming in no time at all, and the best part is you don't have to wait an hour or two in order to cum again. You can keep doing it over and over and keep cumming time after time."
Hank says, "Holy shit, I didn't know that you were naked here in the tub." Jim says, "Does it bother you because I'm naked?" Hank says, "Well, not actually. Jane told me about what happened over here today, and..." Jim says, "Oh, about the girls making love together? Kathy told me about it when I got home, and I told her that I would have loved to have seen that and got a chance to see Jane naked." Hank says, "Shit, that's exactly like me when Jane told me about it. I said that I would have loved to see Kathy naked. I hope I don't offend you by saying that."
Jim says, "Shit, no. What the fuck? We wouldn't be normal guys if we didn't want to see naked women, even if they are our wives. Tell you what, when Kathy gets out here, she'll be getting naked, and you can see her, and see if you can have Jane to get naked also, and I can see her. If you want to go further and Jane wants to go further, Kathy wouldn't mind, and I wouldn't mind either." Hank says, "Shit, what are you talking about? Do you mean swap wives?""Jim says, 'I'm willing if you are and Kathy wouldn't mind either, so it's just up to you and Jane if you'd want to do it. It's just for the sex. It wouldn't mean that we were to fall in love with each other. Besides, it's great being able to fuck different women and not fucking your wife all the time, and it's the same way for them - they like variety also.'
Hank says, 'Yeah, but how could we do it with the kids here? They'd see us.' Jim says, 'Well, as for our kids, it doesn't matter. They see us fucking all the time anyway.'
Hank says, 'Holy shit, you mean that you let them watch as you're fucking Kathy?' Jim says, 'Shit, it don't really make any difference to them, they're fucking each other also, and when we're finished, then Ted will be fucking his mother and I'll be fucking Louise.'
Does that shock you that I fuck my daughter and Ted fucks his Mom?' Hank says, 'Well, actually it does a little. Man, you got it made. I wish I had something like that going for me.' Jim says, 'It wouldn't bother you to fuck your daughter?' Hank says, 'I don't think so, I know I sure would like to try it and see if it's any different fucking a little girl than it is fucking my wife.' Jim says, 'I can tell you that there is really no difference in fucking kids, except that you get a bigger thrill from doing it to them.'
'Tell you what, how would you like to fuck my daughter and see how it feels? Kathy and I wouldn't mind, and I'm sure that Louise wouldn't mind having you fuck her. How about it, want to try it with her?' Hank says, 'Well, I'm all for it, but I had better check with Jane and make sure that she'll go along with me doing it.' Jim says, 'If you'd like, you can also fuck Kathy if you'd like, and I'm hoping that you wouldn't mind if I was to fuck Jane, if she'll let me.' Hank says, 'I don't know about that. She said at the house when I said that I'd like to see Kathy naked, she said that she wouldn't mind see you naked also. So just possibly she might go along with you fucking her. We'll have to see.'
Meanwhile, up in the kids' room, the kids have been talking, and Ted asks them if they know about sex. Louise says, 'Well, we know enough about it and how it's done if we could get the chance to do it. Don't tell anyone, but June and I have been sucking Glenn's cock and Josh's cock also. But we haven't let them fuck us.' Ted says, 'How about sucking my cock for me? If you do, I'll eat your pussy for you, and Glenn can fuck my sister if he wants to - she fucks all the time and wouldn't mind him fucking her.'
'Why don't we all get naked and have some fun?' Louise says, 'What if your Mom goes coming in and catches us?' He says, 'You don't have to worry about her, she knows what we're doing up here and doesn't mind us doing it.' Louise says, 'What do you mean that she knows what you're doing up here? You mean that she knows that you might be fucking up here and doesn't care if you are?' He says, 'Shit, yeah, we fuck all the time here. If you promise not to say anything about it, I'll tell you a secret. Do you promise not to tell anyone, especially your parents?'
She says, 'Yeah, of course, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, Ted.' He says, 'OK, here goes - we all fuck with our Mom and Dad.' She says, 'Shit, you mean that you fuck your Mom and your Dad fucks Maggie?' He says, 'That's right, I hope it don't shock you too much.' She says, 'No, it don't really shock me. In fact, I wish that our parents would let us do the same thing with them. I'd love it if Dad was to fuck me and Glenn would love to fuck Mom.'
Ted says, 'Don't say anything, but my Mom and Dad want to fuck with your Mom and Dad, and they're all going to be naked in our new hot tub. They may be in it already. When they're in the tub, they will all be naked and playing around under the water. Your Mom and my Mom will be playing around with the men's cocks. My Mom with your Dad's cock and your Mom with my Dad's cock.' Louise says, 'Shit, Mom would never do anything like that.' Ted says, 'When we got home from school today, Mom told us that your Mom and her were into a lesbian relationship together and eating each other's pussies, and was in the hot tub together naked.' She says, 'I don't believe it, Mom wouldn't do a thing like that.'
He says, 'We'll see later if they did or not, but how about sucking my cock right now, and Glenn can fuck Maggie if he wants to.' Louise begins sucking Ted's cock, and Glenn begins to fuck Maggie. Ted cums in Louise's mouth, and she swallows his cum. Glenn cums inside Maggie's pussy. Ted looks out the window and sees that they are all in the pool and says, 'OK, they are all in the pool, let's all go down and ask if we can get in the pool also.'
Ted starts to go out, and Louise says, 'You're going like that with no clothes on?' He tells her that it's OK, that his Mom won't mind, and your Mom will probably love seeing his cock also, and her father will enjoy seeing Maggie naked also.
About 10 minutes earlier, Kathy and Jane come out to the hot tub, and Kathy begins to take off her suit. Jim says to Hank, 'There she is, naked as can be, what do you think of her? Wouldn't you love to get your cock into her?' He says, 'Kathy, honey, Hank and I were talking, and he says that he would love to fuck you and would love to wife swap with you and I if he can get Jane to go along with it. What do you say, Jane, would you like to get some of me?' He stands up and shows her his hard cock. Jane says, 'Kathy and I were talking about that also, and really I wouldn't mind doing it except for the kids.'
Jim tells her to take off her suit and let him see what she has in it. She says, 'Well, fuck it.' She then starts taking off her suit and is soon naked also. Jim tells her to get in and let's cuddle up together, and Kathy and Hank can do the same, and you can play with my cock. She gives Hank a look, and he motions to her to go ahead, and she does. Jim tells her that she can jack him off under the water or, better yet, if she would like, he could sit on the edge of the tub, and she could suck him off. She tells him that she would rather do it that way and see how his cock feels in her mouth and how his cum tastes. Kathy tells Hank that she would rather do it that way also and see how his cum tastes. They both sit on the edge of the tub, and the girls begin sucking the men.
The kids all come out and see what is going on. Louise says, 'I wouldn't have believed it of my Mom.' She starts to get undressed and tells Ted to fuck her right now and right here. Ted does begin fucking her, and is still fucking her when Jane finishes sucking Jim. She then sees Ted fucking her daughter. 'Louise, what are you doing, letting that boy fuck you?' Louise says, 'It's alright, Mom. Now Dad can fuck me also with no problem, and you can have Glenn fuck you. Besides, I've never been fucked before, and June and I have only sucked Glenn and Josh's cock before, but would never let them fuck us. I love fucking much better, and I'll bet that it's even better with Daddy fucking me.'
Jane says, 'Well, since you really want to be fucked and suck cock, it's alright with me and your father. I figure that a day or two, we'd all be fucking together anyway, since Kathy and Jim and their kids are going to be fucking with us. I'm sure glad that you got this hot tub, or we might have never gotten together like this. We will be the best and lovingest neighbors of any neighbors that there is. Kathy and I can eat each other's pussies from now on, and I'll be Jim's second wife, and Kathy will be Hank's second wife, and we'll fuck together whenever we want, including with the kids. I think this is going to be great for all of us.'
'We can have a different partner to sleep with each night and never have the same partner two nights in a row. Let's see, huh, 8, 9, 10, shit, we'd have a different partner for 10 days in a row and wouldn't have him or her back again for 10 days, and it would be 10 days before you sleep with them again. I think that this will work out really nice. Me and Hank can fuck together during the day and evening, and we'll probably appreciate each other much better when we can sleep together. I'm going to like this setup.' | 3 |
105,743 | Heat | Hi there, my name is Larry Grant. I live in Phoenix, Arizona, along with my mom and sisters Janice and June. I want to tell you what happened last year when the temperature got up to 116 degrees, and our house doesn't have air conditioning. We were roasting, and I asked Mom if I could get undressed and just be naked, instead of wearing any clothes because of the heat. At first, she didn't like the idea of me being naked in front of my sisters, that it wouldn't bother her and she wouldn't mind if I was naked in front of her but not my sisters.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, I was 14 a year ago, and my sisters were 13 for Janice and 11 for June. Being 14, I had a pretty nice-sized cock on me back then. It's grown considerably in the last year with the use that I've been putting it to. Anyway, Mom finally relented and let me be naked, and also let the girls get naked as well. I really enjoyed being able to see the girls naked. Jan had a nice body on her, even at 13, and June was just beginning to develop her body in all the right places.
Anyway, I had a constant boner on seeing them naked and also Mom, since she was wearing a string bikini, and it didn't leave much to the imagination. I could see practically everything she had. It only had a small patch that barely covered her nipples, and that was all, her nipples. The bottom part of the bikini about half the time had slipped up into the slit of her pussy, like a camel toe, and she didn't shave her pussy, and you could see her pussy hair real good.
We went like this for a day, with me having a boner on my cock, and Mom never said anything about it, or my sisters never said anything about it, but whenever I was around them, they'd laugh at me. Then the second day, Mom says to me, "Larry, are you having dirty thoughts about your sisters?" I said, "Am I going to get in trouble for what I say?" She says, "You won't be punished for whatever you tell me. Tell me what's on your mind, though I think I know already. You're thinking dirty thoughts about what you would like to do to your sisters, aren't you?"
I said, "Well yeah, partly." Mom said, "Partly, what is the other part?" I say, "I don't know if I should tell you or not." She said, "You were going to tell me the truth, and I promised you that you wouldn't get in trouble for whatever you told me, right?" I said, "OK, I'll tell you, Mom, and I'm sorry, but I really would like to do it." She says, "What would you really like to do, fuck your sisters?" I said, "Yes, Mom, and you." Mom gasped and said, "Holy shit, and me? You'd really like to fuck me and your sisters.
How long have you been wanting to fuck your sisters and me?" I said, "Well, I've thought a few times about fucking Janice and June, but the last couple of days, seeing them naked, has really gotten me excited about wanting to fuck them and you. I've thought about fucking you for about two to three years now, wishing that I could fuck you and eat your pussy and suck on your tits. And now, seeing you with your whole tits hanging out and only the tiny patch covering your nipples and that string bottom that slides up into your slit, and I can see your pussy hair on each side of the slit. I love it.
I've jacked off 4 times since yesterday morning just thinking about being able to fuck you." Mom says, "Well, I'm glad that you told me how you feel. Would it help you any if I was to take the patches off my tits and let you see my nipples? There, now you can play with the nipples and even suck them if you'd like." I said, "Holy shit, are you serious, Mom? I can suck on your tits and play with them. Can I do this to Jan and June also?" She says, "As far as I'm concerned, you can play with their tits and suck them, and you can even fuck them if you'd like. The only thing is if they'll let you do it to them."
I said, "Shit, they probably won't let me suck on their tits or even let me fuck them." She says, "Don't be too sure about that. You never can tell about girls. Did you ever think earlier this morning that you'd see my nipples and be able to suck on them or think that you'd see me without the bottom part of my bikini, like this?" I said, "Holy shit, you took off the bottom, and you don't have anything on now, YOU'RE NAKED. WOW! I love it." She says, "Now that I have the bottom off, is there anything that you'd like me to do for you?" I said, "Shit, you mean it, Mom? I can do what I want? How about spreading your legs and let me get between your legs and eat your pussy?"
She says, "Alright, here you are. Give me a good licking down there. Do you know about a girl's clit?" I told her that I had heard of it but didn't really know that much about it. She says, "Well, it's sort of like your balls. It's the thing that makes us girls orgasm and produce our juices, like your balls is what makes your cum. Here is where it is, and you just suck on it and lick it for as long as you'd like to. The longer the better for me. Unlike you men, when you cum, you usually have to wait an hour or more before you can cum again. But us girls, we can cum and cum and cum right after the other. You suck me for say about 10 minutes, and it will let me orgasm 3-4 times, and you know how good it makes you feel when you jack off? Well, we get a good feeling from doing it also." I said, "If that's the case, how about me eating your pussy for about 10-15 minutes? That should make you cum maybe 5-6 times." Mom said, "If you can do it for that long, it's OK with me."
He gets her clit and begins working on it, and she begins to moan, and then the moans turn into screams. The door opens, and it is Janice and June. Jan says, "Holy shit, Larry's eating Mom's pussy." June says, "Do you think that he'd do that to us also?" Jan says, "Mom, can we watch while Larry eats you, Mom? Mom, are you OK?" Finally, she comes out of her sensation and sees the girls. She says, "Oh, you two caught us. I hope that you don't hate me for doing this with your brother." Jan says, "Shit no, Mom. I was wondering if we could watch while Larry eats your pussy?"
She said that it's OK with her if Larry didn't mind. I motioned to go ahead, and they did. I continued to eat Mom for about another 5 minutes. When I was done, Jan wants to know if I'd eat them the same way. I said, "Can I suck on your tits and then eat your pussy and then fuck you too?" Jan looks at Mom and says, "You can suck on my tits if you'd like and eat my pussy, but I don't know about fucking me. What do you think, Mom? Is it alright if I let him fuck me?" Mom says, "Would you like to have him fuck you?" Jan says that she would like me to fuck her. Mom says, "Well then, if you want him to fuck you, then let him fuck you. It's OK with me.
After all, he's getting ready to fuck me right now. So you girls might as well get in on the fun also." June says, "You mean it, Mom? Larry can fuck us whenever we want him to?" She says, "If he wants to fuck you, he can. I have no objections and won't bawl him or you girls out if he does fuck you. You have to give him permission to fuck you, and he has to want to fuck you." Jan says, "Shit, that's not fair. We should be able to have him fuck us whenever we want him to." Mom says, "You do know that a man, after he has cum, has to wait about an hour or more, before he can fuck and cum again." Jan says, "Shit, why's that? We can masturbate and cum one after the other times." Mom tells her that is just the way men are built; they have to wait.
I then started to fuck Mom, and right after I started fucking her, the doorbell rings, and June takes off for the door. Mom and Jan both call her to tell her to not answer it, that she didn't have any clothes on. She opens the door, and it is her Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Brad. She comes part way out the door and hugs her Grandma. They are all shocked that she is naked. Evelyn, her Grandma, asks where her Mommy is, and she says that she's upstairs being fucked by Larry. Evelyn says, "Larry is fucking your mother?" She says, "Yeah, he's going to fuck Jan and me later. Would you like him to fuck you also? I'm sure that he would like to fuck you too." Mom then shows up after getting a dress on. Evelyn says, "Allison, what is this that June tells us that you were upstairs being fucked by Larry?" Mom says to June, "Blabbermouth, OK, Mom, it's true. He was fucking me, and I'm going to let him continue to fuck me and also fuck the girls as well. If you don't like it, go call the police. I don't give a fuckin' damn." Evelyn says, "Shit, honey, we're not going to go to the police. Do you think I'd turn my own daughter into them? How was he, was he a good fuck?"
Mom told her that I was great. She says, "Why don't you have the others to come on down, and let me see that cock that was so great fucking you? Why don't you go ahead and get the dress that you hurried up to put on off? I'm sure that your father and brother would love to see you without it on. I wouldn't mind seeing what your body has developed into myself." June came upstairs and told us to come on downstairs and don't bother getting dressed, that Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Brad want to see us naked.We all went downstairs, and we were all naked, and Mom was now also naked. Grandma says, "Hi to us," and says to me, "Larry, you have a nice-sized piece of meat there between your legs." Grandpa Harry says, "That Janice has a nice body on her, that's nothing to sneeze at. I wouldn't mind getting into that body of hers." Uncle Brad says, "I'm with you, Dad, I wouldn't mind getting some of her myself." Mom says, "Now, just a minute, Mom, Dad, and you too, Brad, are you all talking about having sex with my children?"
Evelyn says, "Shit, you've had sex with your son, so what the fuck would be the difference if he was to fuck me also, and your father and brother were to fuck Janice and June?" Mom says, "Well, really, I guess there wouldn't be any difference, and I guess it would be alright to fuck with them if they wanted to fuck with you. Would you guys like to fuck or be fucked by Uncle Brad and your Grandparents?" We all shouted that we'd love to. So from then on, we've been fucking with Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Brad and his family also.
Uncle Brad and his family weren't into having family sex together before that day, but then he had to convince them to do it also. So then we had even more people that we could fuck with, it was great. We just about had the whole family doing it now, the only one left was Aunt Chelsea and her family. Mom told Grandma about us not wearing any clothes for the last couple of days because of the heat. Grandma said, "Shit, why don't you all come and live with us for a month or more until this summer weather gets over with? We'd love to have you all come live with us, and besides, we could have fun all the time together."
That was the reason we stopped by tonight anyway, to see how you were doing. We knew that you didn't have any air conditioning here. But we didn't figure on you taking care of it this way. This was much better and more fun to keep cool. Mom told her that we'd accept her invitation and go live with them for a month or so. She went next door to our neighbor's house and told him that we were going to her Mom's house and gave him her telephone number, and he was going to watch out for our house while we were gone.
He said that he would and hated to see us leave. He said, "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but the last couple of days were very enjoyable, watching you and the kids walking around naked. I enjoyed it very much." Mom says, "Oh, you liked seeing us that way, huh?" He told her that he loved it and will miss us all while we're gone. Mom says, "Who did you enjoy seeing the most, me or the girls?" He says, "Well, I hope you don't get me wrong and think that I'm a child porno lover, but I enjoyed seeing you and the girls and also the little boy." She says, "Russ, I know that you are a widower and probably haven't had much fucking since Thelma died. Would you be interested in maybe fucking me sometime?"
He gets all excited. He says, "Are you kidding me, you'd really let me fuck you sometime?" She says, "We can do it right now if you'd like. We'll call this a partial payment for watching after our house." She begins to get undressed, and he does also, and he begins sucking on her titties and then down to her pussy. Finally, he fucks her. After he has cum in her, she tells him that he's a pretty good fucker and asks him if maybe he would be interested in fucking her daughters and maybe having me suck his cock.
He says, "Would I? I'd love to fuck them little girls and have the boy suck my cock and be able to suck his cock also." She tells him that when they get back, he can fuck all of them and her also, from now on. She tells him that it will give him something to look forward to and also something to jack off to, thinking about fucking them. She leaves and gives him a spare key to the house in case something was to happen.
The next day, we all went to Grandma's house, and on the way, Mom told us about fucking Russ and told him that he could fuck them all when we get back. I told her that it was great that I liked Russ, that he'd play catch with me out in the yard and fixed a couple of my toys. We got to Grandma's house and went in, and Aunt Chelsea and Uncle Brad and his family were there. We all hugged and kissed each other. Brad tells Mom that he has gotten his wife May and their kids interested in fucking with them.
He says, "Mom and Dad and I all worked on her, and finally asked the kids if they wanted to fuck, and they all said that they did. Then we got hold of Chel and had her come over, and she did, but she didn't bring her family. We told her what we were going to do, and she said that she didn't want any part of it, but she would watch us if we didn't mind. We told her that it was OK. We all got undressed and began pairing off with Uncle Brad's kids and wife. I chose Aunt Mary to fuck. Uncle Brad chose Mom to fuck. I fucked Aunt Mary, and she was great.
When I was finished, I went to Aunt Chel and said, "Why don't you join us, Aunt Chel, I would love to fuck you." She says, "I don't know if I should. I must say, though, that you sure do have a nice-looking cock on you there. It looks very tempting for me, and I wouldn't mind being able to suck it for you." I say, "Why don't you go ahead and suck me off? You can do that, and you don't really have to get fucked. Maybe you'll let me fuck you later, but just give me a blow job for now." She says, "Well, OK, I'll do it, but I don't want you to fuck me, at least not now, maybe later after I get more brave."
She begins to move the skin of my cock back and forth, jacking me off, and then she takes my cock into her mouth and begins sucking me off. About 3-4 minutes later, I shoot my load into her mouth, and she swallows the entire load of it. Everybody begins to applaud her as everyone had stopped and watched as she blew my cock. Mom says to her, "Now, was that that bad? Did you enjoy sucking Larry's cock?" She says, "Yes, I enjoyed him very much and wouldn't mind sucking him again." Mom says, "He fucks real good also. C'mon, Chel, give in and join us with the fucking. I know that Dad and Brad and Larry also would love to fuck you. I would like to eat your pussy also, as would Mom." Aunt Chel says, "Fuck it, OK, I'll join in also, and you can fuck me all those that wants to fuck me. I must say, though, that I'll probably have a time getting Charlie to do this, though." Mom says, "I'll bet that he'll jump at the chance to fuck all of us girls, even though you think that he won't want to." She says that she'll go give him a call and tell him what she is doing and see if he'd want to join us and bring the kids over also.
She goes to the phone and calls Charlie, her husband, and tells him that she is here at Mom's house, and the whole family is here, and we're all fucking together. He asks what did you say, and she repeats herself. She says, "I was kind of leery at first, but after seeing them all enjoying themselves fucking, I finally decided to join them, and now we want you and the kids to join us also." He says, "Did you say, Me and the kids?" She tells him that is right, that the kids are all fucking her also, and they love it also.
He tells her that he'll be over in a little bit, but first, he's going to have to find out if they will want to do it or not. After he hangs up, he calls all the kids together and says, "Your mother just called, and she is over at Grandma's house, along with Uncle Brad and his family and Aunt Allison and her family. They all want to know if they can go over there." He says, "That's what I got to find out from you. How many of you know about sex?"
They all say that they know about sex. The littlest boy, Terry, says, "Dad, do you mean about fucking?" Charlie says, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Well, they are all fucking over there, and they want me and you kids to come over and join them doing it. What do you think? Would you want to go and see them fucking and maybe join them also?" His oldest girl, Sue, who's 14 years old, says, "Dad, you mean that we can actually fuck when we get over there?" He says, "That's what your Mom says that you can do."
Sue talks it over with the rest of them and then says, "Shit, Dad, let's get going, I'm ready to get a cock in me, but the first one that I want in me is your cock." He says, "You mean that you want me to fuck you?" She says, "Yeah, will you, Dad, will you fuck me, please?" He says, "I would love to be the first one to fuck you, honey, and as much as you want me to." His youngest daughter, who's only 10, says, "Don't forget about me. I want you to fuck me too, Daddy."
He tells her not to worry, that he'll take care of her also. He then fucks Sue before they leave and tells them that the rest will have to wait until he is recharged, and he will then fuck Sue's sister and then let her brother suck him off. They leave for Grandma's house, and when they get there, everyone is already naked and tells them to get naked also, and they do, and then begin to pair off and begin fucking together, and they all fuck together from then on and love it. | 4 |
105,888 | So Kool Summer | Hi! My name is Maxine. Friends call me Maxie. I am 9, but will be 10 at the end of the summer. I can't wait to finally be in the double-digits ages like all the other women and men I know. My Grandpa says I'm gonna make some man very happy someday 'cause I am so cute and soft. Sometimes he squeezes my bum after a hug, if Grandma is cleaning the kitchen. He also tells me I am great with stories, so I am trying to tell all about my greatest summer ever.
Grandpa has a lot of land, and grows vegetables and some fruits. My Grandma and I sell them at a large booth and table out in the country next to a small store. This is also in front of our house. So, I can go in and out and take a wee, or change in or out of clothes. (It gets pretty uncomfortable outside sometimes.)
I must also tell you, in case you did not figure it out already, I don't like boys my age. All they do when they see a soft woman is pinch you, chase you, or tease you. Men that see me dressed up cute or otherwise, get all bug-eyed, and some get a huge lump in their pants if I just do some little something naughty. Ha! I love to watch when this happens also because they get all tongue-tied and stuff. Then, I feel I am the grownup. I don't know that much about kissing, or didn't before my story began.
Here goes. Me and Grandma were setting up one Saturday morning early. The store had just opened too. I saw a van about to turn and pass by, so I sat down and smiled a sort of smile. I had on my favorite shorts, white, really short shorts; and a pink half-shirt tied with a little bow just above my belly button. I had cut off my shorts myself, and Grandma hemmed them up somehow. They even let my bum hang out when I stood up, and were still narrow enough I could scratch if I needed to. You know women get an itch every now and then. Ha!
So, the driver passed, looked, and then stopped and turned around and came back. Cool! He got out, and came right over to the table. Grandma was still going back and forth getting boxes and baskets and bags. He said "Hello," and I said "Hi."
"So, how much are the veggies?" I gave him a quick run-down, and noticed he kept looking at my shorts too. I suddenly got that feeling to scratch, but I knew I had to mind my manners for now. He could be one of those holy people or a cop. I moved in front of some ripe tomatoes, and he asked about them. I told him "2 dollars." I then saw his bulge jump, and that was pretty cool too.
He opened his wallet, and I noticed he had 2 one dollar bills and a twenty. He started to get out the dollars but I looked into his eyes, smiled and silently said, "NO!" He took the hint and pulled out the twenty, and said out loud, "All I have is this twenty! Do you have change?" I yelled over to Grandma, and she came and got it and offered to go over to the store to get change, but told me it might take a few minutes since the store had just opened too and they might not have change yet either.
So, there she went. I turned to watch her walk away, and I felt him looking at me. I turned back around, and accidentally knocked off some squash. Ha! This caused me to have to bend over and pick it up. From there, I could look between my legs and see his bulge too. Of course, he was looking at me too, but he didn't know I knew he was looking, I don't guess.
I glanced up my legs and saw the tiny crotch in my shorts was opened up some, so I knew then that I could have some fun and get him to like me more. So, I turned back towards him and squatted down to finish picking up the other squash. He was just standing there frozen like a statue. Ha! I could see a little sweat coming off his head right now too. So, I decided to speak again.
"Do you like my outfit?" He just nodded his head. He kept his eyes glued to my opening. "I fixed them up myself, and cut the shorts off so they would not be so hot."
He said they still looked "hot". I told him that I did get hot and sweaty sometimes and needed to wipe it off, but could always run inside if no one was around. I looked down, and noticed I was a little wet down there then. He noticed too, and said he had some tissue in his van. Cool!
I followed him to the back doors, of which he opened. When they opened up, if you stepped between them, you couldn't see anybody by the way he was parked. So, I stepped up next to him. I wasn't afraid because I know how to make men behave. He picked me up and sat me inside. I crossed my legs Indian style so I could get to the wet spot.
He then handed me some Kleenex. I felt naughty then and told him "No! You do it." He got real nervous, and looked around again to see if anyone could see. His bulge jumped. COOL!
Then, he reached out and wiped me real soft and easy. Too soft! I barely felt anything at all. He was still scared, so I told him to press a little harder; "I won't break, you know!"
Finally, he started wiping up and down on both sides of my little crack, and harder, enough to feel really cool. Then, he touched my little tingle bump. I got all wet again, and it wouldn't stop dripping. So, he asked if he could try something else. I said sure, since I had control here. Then, he put his mouth down close to my crack, and started to kiss it and suck on everything.
I lost it. My head started spinning and spinning. I felt what I guess was his tongue sort of pushing inside and opening me up. That was really cool. Then, I could feel it rubbing on the inside walls of my little crack. That was better than any time I had put my finger in there. Once, I tried to put a pea, hull and all in, but it was too dry and skinny. I rubbed a cucumber on my leg once also, but that had real scratchy things on it. So, this was the coolest thing yet in the whole world.
I started really getting into it, and started pushing back some so his tongue would press harder and as deep as it could. Then, I looked forward and saw his bulge again, and it was so sad and jumpy. Right then, I decided to help out a little and give it a little love rub too since mine was feeling really cool now. This really shook the man up, and he started getting wet down there too. I would definitely have to thank this man the same way later, but right now, I needed him to keep going.
Wow! It was really starting to tingle. So, I took a deep breath, let go, lay back, and just closed my eyes, and said a few little mmmm's. I thought I heard a small noise like a zipper, but I was working on something cool, and wanted to just keep my eyes closed and enjoy all I could. I knew he was watching out for Grandma anyways. I had him right where I wanted him. Ha!
A few minutes later, I felt his tongue come out for a few seconds, and then asked him real nice to put it back in. Then, when he did, it seemed to get bigger. That was even cooler than cool. It seemed to go in further now too, even further than I ever got my fingers, and I also felt some really neat ridges on the walls of my little crack. He started pushing it in and out, fast and slow, fast and slow.
I started to breathe really hard, and felt a different something about to happen. I kept my eyes closed and hoped it would go on and on forever. Suddenly, I started erupting inside. My whole body started exploding a really cool thing, like a giant sneeze, but inside only, and down there. At the same time, I felt something else splashing against my insides. I had to look then.
What I saw almost blew me away. He had pulled his pants down, and his thingy was poking inside of me. I had seen this on TV, but I didn't really know it was like this. No wonder there is so much of this going on, on TV. Now, I knew I was a woman. Maybe even his. He kept it up for a few minutes more, but acted all tired. I really wanted him to keep it in there, 'cause it felt like that was something I had been missing from down there all my life. Darn!
Well, he got it out, and it had some pink stuff all over his, and I had pink stuff dripping out of me too. Ha! I couldn't help it, but reached down and put my finger in my crack, and felt it all slick and wet. I really loved this man right now. He took the tissues, wiped off my little hands and then my crack again, and then started on his thingy. I took control one more time and told him to let me do it. It was getting smaller and smaller until I started rubbing it.It seemed to stop and started to grow again. So, payback time! I bent up and over and smelled. It smelled sort of like salty something. I tasted it, and it was like a salty milk. Not bad.
I then kissed it, and it twitched again. Cool! So, I remembered his tongue on my spot, so I put mine on his. He let out this really cool "Ahh," so I decided to put a little pressure on it since I remembered how much more I liked it when he bore down on mine. So, I closed my mouth on it real tight and sucked in a little as I moved my mouth back and forth. He really liked this.
I kept it up until I saw him about to blow up like I had, so I took one last deep breath, and suddenly I felt my mouth filling with that stuff I tasted at first. It was hot, but awesome, and I was determined not to waste any of this, so I drank every bit of it.
Right then, I heard Grandma tell the store clerk something, so we stopped. Darn! I sat up, he zipped up, and we started talking about the tomatoes again. He walked me back around to the table and promised he would come by again soon, paid me the two dollars, and I had the best dreams that night and for weeks to come about the coolest summer ever! More stories to come... LFB! | 3 |
106,024 | The Misadventures of Gwen | How I survived yesterday's ordeal was beyond me. My scalp was sensitive and sore. For a while, I feared my hair might be pulled out by the roots. The only thing that made it somewhat bearable was the stranger who came in every hour to check on me. He brought a small stool with him and allowed me to stand on it for several minutes.
Thank God that was behind me. I would never be that foolish again. The price I paid was much too high. I must be an obedient slut.
Michelle just finished with my hair. I had managed to collect four more beads this morning. I now had a total of ten. The downside was that I was hornier than hell after getting all those women off, but I was sure Monique, Evelyn, Michelle, and Dom found this arrangement very satisfying.
Dom was the only one who really excited me. I found her very intriguing. She had an animal magnetism that just drew me to her. Her lips were amazing, and I found myself getting wetter and wetter whenever I thought about how she devoured my breasts the first time we met. She was also so unpredictable, like when she bit down on my nipple, eliciting a bloodcurdling scream from me. I now looked forward to every milking. What other little surprises did she have in store for me?
I was presently spending some time reading before leaving for the Red Hat's luncheon. I was not really looking forward to spending the afternoon with some old biddies.
The Marquis entered, followed by Duke, his Doberman. I was surprised to see him today. I immediately stood and assumed the position with legs spread wide and my hands locked behind my head.
"Well, I see you're ready for the luncheon. I'm sure you'll make quite an impression on this group," remarked the Marquis.
Make an impression on them! They were all probably too blind to even see me, let alone make an impression.
"Yes, sir," I said.
Duke sat in front of me with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. I could feel his breath on my leg as I stood there.
"I do like the red mini skirt and purple silk blouse. They go nicely with your red bra and red over-the-knee boots. You'll fit right in with the ladies. Who knows, they might even make you an honorary member of the group," he remarked, enjoying his attempt at humor.
"Thank would be nice, sir," I commented.
It was hard for me to focus. I was so aroused. My clitoris was overly sensitive, and the gold chain constantly pulled on it. It was very distracting. I also imagined that Duke, in his boldness, nuzzled his nose under my short skirt and started to lick my pussy. These thoughts got me even wetter.
"Don't forget to wear the red hat that goes with your outfit."
"Yes, sir, I have it right here."
"Well, I hope the events of yesterday taught you something."
"Most definitely, sir. Your horny little slut will always be obedient," I quickly answered.
"Good. Time will tell, won't it, Gwen?" he commented.
At that point, Monique entered my chambers.
"Sir, the Red Hats are being served lunch at this time. Gwen should make an appearance shortly. They usually have their guest speaker begin during lunch."
"Yes, yes, you may escort Gwen to the luncheon."
"Yes, sir," Monique answered as she curtsied.
I put on my red hat, which completed my outfit, and proceeded to the luncheon.
As I entered the room, I could hear the whispering among the old ladies. From the looks on their faces, they were obviously shocked by my appearance. The buzzing continued as I walked towards the front of the room.
As I looked around, I could see that there were around fifteen elderly ladies present. Most of them appeared to be in their late sixties and seventies.
A matronly woman greeted me.
"Oh Gwen, I am so glad you could be here today. My name is Madge. The Marquis has told me so many nice things about you," Madge said as she gave me a big hug.
"Why, it's a pleasure to meet you, Madge," I responded.
"Well, let's get started. Ladies! Ladies! May I have your attention!" Madge addressed the group as she tapped her glass with a spoon.
"Quiet, please, ladies. Today we have a very special guest who has taken time out of her busy schedule to attend our luncheon and answer any questions we have about lactation. Let's all give Gwen a warm welcome."
Everyone in the room clapped politely, but the buzzing and whispering continued.
"Gwen is the ward of the Marquis and just happens to be lactating. She is well qualified to answer any questions you may have."
There was more polite clapping from the group of old ladies. I think they were all still in shock by my appearance.
"Gwen will now answer any questions you have?"
A hand went up at the front table.
"How much milk do you produce?"
"Well, usually around a quart at each milking."
Another hand went up.
"How often are you pumped?"
"I'm pumped every four hours during the day from 7:00 AM to 11:00 PM. If milk production should be down, this schedule is sometimes altered with more frequent milkings."
"Are your nipples sensitive?"
"Yes, my nipples are very sensitive."
At this point, the door at the back of the room opened, and another old lady entered. She was dressed in the typical red garb and hat worn by the others. Obviously, she was late, and remained standing in the back of the room while I continued to answer questions from the group.
"Oh my, the president of our chapter just walked in. I didn't think she was going to be here today," Madge whispered to me.
"Are you on a special diet?"
"No, not really. I can eat just about anything with few restrictions."
"Have you noticed any sagging since you began lactating?"
"No, I wear special reinforced bras which supply excellent support."
The woman, who walked in late, the president, raised her hand.
"Then your breasts don't sag at all when burdened with milk?" the president asked as she walked forward.
"No, they don't," I answered.
"I find that hard to believe, Missy," she said, standing before me.
Oh my God, no! It couldn't be!
"Well, I'm sorry if you don't..."
She slapped me across the face.
"Shut up, slut! Get your hands locked behind your head!" she demanded.
Oh God, what was happening? Why was she here? Could Grace really be the president of this ladies group?
I automatically obeyed. Did I dare disobey and suffer the wrath of the Marquis?
"Spread your legs wide! Stand in position like the slut that you are!"
She then took her hat off.
I was right. It was Grace. She still had that look of hatred in her eyes. Why did she hate me so? I apologized to her when no apology was necessary. She wronged me.
She turned to address the group.
"Well, I'm not convinced that our guest isn't sagging! Are you?"
A chorus of "No's" went up from the group.
"I think we should find out first-hand. What do you think, ladies?"
Another chorus of "Yes's" went up from the group.
"Well, you heard them, Missy. They want to see for themselves. Unbutton your blouse, now," she ordered.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so humiliated, and to think that everything was going so well before she walked in. I was simply supposed to answer their questions about lactation and leave.
Grace slapped me across the face again. My head rocked to the right with the stinging blow.
"I'm not going to tell you again. Unbutton your blouse, or I'll rip it off myself," she hissed.
I reluctantly unbuttoned my blouse, knowing that in a few minutes my breasts would be exposed to all these elderly women. How embarrassing. They were outsiders.
"Now take it off!"
I took off my blouse and let it drop to the floor.
"Nice red bra," she said as she squeezed my breasts.
"Ladies, notice the highly reinforced bra the slut wears."
Why did she have to degrade me like this?
She then took out the small silver remote. Now I knew for sure she had the blessings of the Marquis. He probably thought this whole scenario up himself.
She pushed a button, and the clasp on the front of my bra opened.
"Take your bra off, Missy, and let the ladies see your big tits."I reluctantly took off the bra, exposing my breasts to the group. My long hard nipples got even harder as they were exposed to the group of ladies. I was so humiliated but found it arousing at the same time.
A gasp went up in the room!
"My, look how large they are?"
"Look at those nipples!"
"They're so big!"
"I wouldn't want to carry around those sacs!"
I felt like crawling into a hole and hiding. They were all old enough to be my grandmother.
Grace had moved around behind me, and now reached around and lifted my breasts.
"Well, I guess there isn't much sag after all, ladies. The slut seems to be in good shape."
She then smacked the side of my breasts, knocking them into each other. They shimmied as they collided.
A tear escaped my eye.
"Notice the huge nipples on this bimbo," she said as she grabbed my nipples from behind and squeezed them hard.
"Ooowww" escaped from my lips. She was digging her nails into my nipples.
"Well, ladies, any more questions for the slut before she leaves?"
A hand went up at the front table.
"Yes, Madeline?"
"What does her breast milk taste like?"
"Well, that's hard to describe, but I guess we could find out," answered Grace. "How many of you would like to come up and sample some milk?"
Oh my God, she wouldn't!
Murmurs of approval spread throughout the group.
Grace came around in front of me and squeezed my breasts. She continued to knead them until a single drop of milk escaped from each of my large highly sensitive nipples.
"I think you're ready for them now, Missy. It was so nice of you to join our group today. I'm sure this will be a luncheon they won't soon forget," she taunted me.
"Ok, ladies, form two lines. The slut can accommodate two of you at a time. Take your time and drink until your heart's content. Those tits hold a lot of milk."
They formed two lines as two of the oldies walked up and grabbed my breasts. One of them took her dentures out of her mouth and gave me a toothless grin before leaning over and taking my nipple into her mouth.
They sucked greedily on my nipples, drawing the sweet warm nectar from my breasts. Their hands kneaded my breasts as they sucked and chewed on my nipples. The old lady with teeth experimented by grasping my nipple with her teeth and pulling, drawing my breast out. I found that I was getting wet down below. Oh God, I hope Grace didn't notice. My clit was aching and throbbing. I felt the juices leaking from my pussy. I was getting turned on by these two old ladies!
They finished and two more ladies immediately took their place. This continued for a good hour until all of them had a chance to sample my milk. The last two were just finishing, and my nipples were highly sensitive.
"You're close aren't you, Missy?" Clare whispered in my ear from behind. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, getting off by having old ladies suck on your big tits."
I moaned. Her talk was getting me even hotter. I wished she would stop it! Just leave me alone.
"Go ahead, cum, Missy. Show the ladies how much of a slut you really are."
The old bag sucking on my left breast, bit down on my highly sensitive nipple which sent me over the edge. My clit was aching so badly. My pussy lips were quivering when...
"Aaaaagggghhhhh" the shocks hit my nipples and clit at the same time. The two old ladies backed up startled as my breasts danced on my chest, reacting to the electrical charges flowing through my nipples.
My knees were weak. I fell to my knees totally exhausted.
"Don't worry ladies. The slut is alright. She got herself so aroused that she was shocked for trying to cum. Ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha."
Grace reveled in my humiliation. She was enjoying degrading me before all of her friends.
"Get up slut! Get that skirt off and show the ladies how wet and aroused you are."
I hung my head in shame. This wasn't necessary. I was not a bad person.
Grace smacked my left breast and then my right.
"You're not moving fast enough. Get your skirt off now. I won't need much provocation to turn your fucking tits into punching bags," she hissed.
I reluctantly removed my skirt, exposing my wet naked pussy. I stood before a group of elderly women only wearing my red over-the-knee boots.
The ladies stood around eyeing me and making degrading comments.
"My. Look how wet she is!"
"She IS a slut!"
"I'm glad she's not my daughter!"
"Why, she should be ashamed of herself!"
"My. Is that clitoris real? It's so big!"
"She's wearing an awfully lot of jewelry down there."
"Look, she's dribbling down her leg!"
The abusive comments continued as I stood there suffering one insult after another. I knew I was a slut, but they made me feel so cheap.
"Well, Missy, I guess we're done with you. This has been very informative. I hope you've enjoyed yourself as much as we've enjoyed having you. Right, ladies!"
A round of applause went up from the group.
"Before you leave, why don't you walk around and let the ladies have one more feel of your fat tits. Get your hands locked behind your head and really thrust those udders out for them to feel," Grace ordered.
I obeyed her, knowing I had no other option. My large breasts bounced up and down as I walked towards the circle of waiting ladies. The five inch heels I wore only add to the bounce in my chest as I approached them. I stood before the first one as she grabbed my breasts and hefted them in her hands. I continued down the line as my breasts were squeezed and twisted and mauled by the bony hands of these shriveled up old women.
I was finally done.
"May I leave?" I asked Grace.
"Of course, you may leave, Missy. I didn't want you here in the first place, you worthless slut."
She threw my skirt and blouse and bra at me.
"Take these with you. Don't bother to put them on. Just go."
I walked towards the door relieved to finally be able to get out of there. I hated Grace. I opened the door when suddenly Grace stopped me.
"Wait, Missy. I forgot something. Come back here," she ordered.
I reluctantly closed the door and walked back to the front of the room.
"The Marquis gave each of the ladies a gift. He said you would give each of them something special in return for it," she said as she held up a bead.
Oh God, no! They were each given a bead! I stood there with my mouth agape.
"I was instructed to give you this envelope," she continued.
I took the envelope and opened it. It was a note from the Marquis.
Dear Gwen
By now you have suffered quite a bit of humiliation at the hands of Grace and her group of old cronies. Humbling experiences are good for you. To make it up to you, I have given each of the ladies a bead. You now have a choice to make.
Of course, you may simply leave. No questions will be asked. On the other hand you may want to explain to Grace and her group how you can earn the beads from them.
There are a total of sixteen beads you could possibly walk away with today. That's not bad for an afternoon's work, but the decision is yours to make, my dear.
Regards, The Marquis
"Hurry up, slut, we don't have all day. If you have something for us, let's have it. If not, then leave."
Oh God, how humiliating, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get sixteen beads even if it meant bringing these old hags to a climax.
"Well!"
"I can give you something in return for the beads."
"Okay, well, what is it, Missy," she asked with a note of irritation in her voice.
"I will bring you to a climax in exchange for the bead," I whispered almost regretting the decision I was making.
"Did I hear you right, slut," Grace asked incredulously. "You'll make me cum in exchange for this bead!"
"Yes!"
Grace laughed hysterically.
"Well, ladies, I guess this luncheon isn't over yet. Our guest of honor hasn't had a chance to eat yet, and in exchange for that bead each of you are holding, she will eat your pussy until you climax. Now that's a deal if I ever heard one. If you're interested, get your knickers off, spread your legs, and get ready for some action."
There was commotion in the room. They all began to take their underwear off. Obviously all of them planned on taking me up on my offer. They sat in a circle with their old shriveled nasty looking pussies exposed. Grace had also taken off her g-string, smirking at me.
"You are a nastier slut than I thought, Missy. Is there nothing you won't do? Get down on your fucking knees and show these ladies how you eat pussy. Give them a preview of coming attractions," she hissed.
I dropped to me knees disgusted with myself for lowering myself to this level. I could have left but was too excited about the reward that awaited me. Grace's pussy was nastier then I remembered. I tried to ignore the smell as my tongue probed forward licking her shriveled up lips. I worked fast wanting to get her off as soon as possible. I attacked her clit with a vengeance sucking and pulling and grating my teeth over it. I knew how sensitive that nub was. Mine was throbbing and aching right now as the gold chain pulled down on it adding to my distress.
My mouth was all over the old hag even though I detested her so much. It seemed I was always eating her out. How ironic considering she was recruited by the Marquis to eat me out when Dopey wasn't available.
"Ladies, see how she feasts on my snatch. The slut has absolutely no shame. Soon she'll have that nasty tongue of hers buried in your pussies too," announced Grace as she grabbed me by the hair and roughly pulled my face further into her nasty pussy.
Her pulling forced my tongue further up her fuck hole as my nose rubbed up and down against her clit.I could tell she was getting close. Her legs were shaking, and her pussy was spasming.
I pulled my head back and attacked her clit, grabbing it between my teeth and pulling. This was all it took as she again grabbed my hair and ground her smelly old pussy all over my face.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh, that's it Missy, do what you know how to do best," she moaned as she continued to cum and spread her juices all over my face. She finally released my head. I fell back on my heels, exhausted from the exertion, but my work had only just begun.
I breathed heavily as my breasts rose and fell on my chest.
She looked at me through her own lust-filled eyes and sneered.
"Here's your bead, slut," she said as she threw it at me. "What do you say?"
"Thank you, Grace," I managed to say as civilly as I could possibly be. I didn't want to rile her any more than necessary. I still had a long afternoon ahead of me.
"Well, girls, are you ready for Miss Slut to go to work on your pussies?"
A buzzing of approval went up from the group as I made my way down to the group of old hags sitting with their legs spread wide in anticipation.
"Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over, Missy. You don't deserve to stand in the presence of these fine ladies," she ordered.
Why did she continue to treat me like this? I hated her so much.
I moaned as I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to the first Red Hat.
"Oh, no one has ever done this to me before. Take it slowly. Start out by kissing my inner thigh and then work your way up to my vagina," the old woman demanded.
Yes, it was going to be a long afternoon, but the thought of the beads I would collect appealed to the slut in me and spurred me on. I started to kiss her inner thigh and worked my way up to her shriveled lips.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed.
THREE HOURS LATER
My jaw ached, and my tongue was sore. My lips were bruised, and my face and chest were covered with a strange mixture of pussy juice. I was exhausted, but I had collected fifteen beads - only one more to go. It happened to be Madge, the woman that greeted me when I first arrived. She had her legs wrapped around my head. She was more aggressive than I imagined she would be.
I kept telling myself that all these beads were worth it. I kept going over the math in my head. I'd be able to cum 1.6 times because of what I'd done here today.
While I was on my knees working on Madge's pussy, desperately trying to get her to cum, Grace came over. She started pulling on my nipples, which were highly sensitive. I was so aroused after eating out all this pussy and had been on the edge for a very long time now.
She then reached down between my legs and played with the chains attached to my labia and clit.
"You must be very hot and horny, slut," she whispered as her tongue lashed out and probed my ear.
God, that felt good.
"Would you like to cum, Missy? Would you like to show the ladies again what happens to you when you try to cum? I think that would be a fitting ending to our afternoon, don't you?"
Madge was close, but I stopped to turn and look at Grace. Enough was enough.
"No, I don't think that would be fitting at all!" I said with as much resolve as I could muster.
"Excuse me! Well, slut girl, it really doesn't matter what you think now, does it!" she said, raising her voice.
At that point, Madge's legs began to buck as she neared a climax. I attacked her pussy to make sure she went over the edge. Her clit was in my mouth, and I sucked hard on it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep doing that," she screamed as her legs thrashed, and her pussy convulsed all over my face. I licked and sucked, sending her over the edge.
All the ladies now were standing and clapping.
Madge ground her nasty pussy in my face for several minutes as I lapped up her juices. All of a sudden, a stream of liquid gushed out of her pussy and hit me between the eyes as she screamed. Oh my God, she was a squirter! Her pussy convulsed as she rubbed her old shriveled snatch all over my face, groaning in pleasure.
Eventually, she began to settle down. She was flushed.
"Oh my! I haven't had a climax like that in years," she exclaimed.
"Attention, ladies. I think we owe Missy a big thank you, don't you?"
"Oh yes," and other exclamations of agreement went up from the group.
"That really isn't necessary," I said.
"Oh yes it is, Missy. Why, after all you've done for us, it just wouldn't be fair to let you go without some kind of reward for your efforts."
"That's alright. I have all the reward I need," I said, holding my ground and clutching the sixteen beads I'd collected.
"Well, I don't think it's enough," Grace hissed as she reached down and slapped me across the face.
"Okay, ladies, gather around," Grace ordered. "You two grab her arms, and you two grab her legs," she directed.
The ladies did what they were told, and before I could react, I was flat on my back being held down by four of the old hags. They were surprisingly strong for their age.
Grace got between my legs.
"Now, let's show our appreciation to Missy. A couple of you can kiss and suck on her breasts. Others of you can fondle and kiss her anywhere you like while I work my way up her legs to that neglected little pussy of hers," she said.
"No! No! Don't do this. I don't want you to," I screamed, but they all ignored me.
God, their mouths felt good all over my body. Two ladies sucked greedily on my nipples, which were so hard and sensitive. Another two were kissing and lapping at my breasts from the side, while still others were kissing my neck and shoulders and ears and anywhere else they could get their mouths and tongues and hands.
Grace by this time was licking between my pussy lips, working her way up to my hard throbbing clit. Another one of the ladies was pulling on my clit chain, moving it back and forth, driving me absolutely crazy, while two others had removed my boots and were sucking on my toes and kissing my feet.
"God, don't do this. Leave that chain alone. I can't take much more of this," I moaned. "Please don't do this!"
Grace laughed as she continued her journey up to my clit.
She was now blowing on my clit, driving me absolutely nuts. I thrashed my head back and forth.
"No! No! No! Please stop!" I screamed, but they were relentless and continued to suckle my body, not knowing the excruciating pain I would soon feel. No one except Grace!
Grace looked up at the ladies sucking my nipples.
"Bite and pull on her nipples with your teeth. She loves that," Clare ordered.
"No! No! Please don't," I protested halfheartedly.
"Alright, stop ladies! I guess the slut doesn't appreciate what we're doing for her!"
Almost instantly, the attack on my body stopped! I didn't know what was worse - the shock that was soon to come or the highly aroused state they were leaving me in. My clit was throbbing and aching, yearning for attention. My whole body was on fire with need. My hips grinded and rotated, seeking contact with anything. My nipples were hard and yearning to be sucked and chewed on. Oh God, how I wanted to cum!
"Please, don't stop," I whimpered.
"But I thought you wanted us to stop, Missy? You were screaming that you wanted no more," Grace taunted me.
"No, please, don't stop," I said pleadingly, hoping there was one ounce of sympathy in Grace.
Grace's face broke out in that evil grin as she said, "Well, Missy, I think you offended the ladies. You wanted us to stop, and we have. Get up!"
I forced myself to get up, standing on wobbly legs, so aroused and in need of relief.
"You can leave, now, slut," she said.
"Please, Grace, don't. I'm sorry. Don't leave me like this," I cried uncontrollably as I dropped to my knees and clung to her.
"You are so disgusting! Well, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get," Grace said as she took her foot and placed it between my heaving breasts and pushed me back on the floor.
"Spread those legs and beg these ladies to resume!" she hissed.
"Please, kiss me. I beg you, please! I love your kisses," I stammered, looking pleadingly at the group of old ladies, looking for some sign of mercy.
They converged on me and took up their places. I again felt their mouths all over my body as chills ran up and down my spine. Grace once again attacked my pussy. I moaned, overcome by so many sensations.
"Madge and Beatrice, bite down on those nipples. The slut loves it," Grace ordered.
At the same time, Grace took my clit between her teeth and bit down. This sent me over the edge as I peaked, and at the same time, I was hit by electrical charges to my clit and my highly sensitive nipples. My body stiffened and froze as pain coursed through every joint of my body.
My teeth chattered as my breasts flopped up and down on my chest. The ladies looked on with their mouths agape, shocked by the violent motions my body was making. They had no idea what was going on. They had no idea how much pain was racking my body as they looked on. My body flopped up and down on the floor as my head exploded in pain.
Grace continued to work on my clit and pussy with a vengeance. She was merciless. She wanted me to suffer.
"Massage her breasts, ladies. Suck on her nipples. She wanted it, now she's going to get it good," Clare insisted.
"No! No! No! Please don't listen to her," I begged, but the ladies trusted their president and once more slobbered all over my breasts and sucked my hard throbbing pain-filled nipples, which were continually being shocked by the embedded rings. The pain in my head was too much for me to endure. It felt like needles were being jabbed into my breasts. My legs spasmed, shooting out at odd angles.My eyes rolled back in their sockets, and then everything went black. | 4 |
106,056 | Fun3 | Heading to Utah, we saw a beautiful hitchhiker, about age 13. She must have run away from home. Poor thing didn't like her parents - lucky us. We stopped and let her in; I gave her tush a push to help. She turned around and said, "Hey, watch what you're touching." The little minx was about to find out she wasn't as good as she thought. We had the little missy between us. I was distracting her with questions, and I saw my hubby slide his hand up her leg - she yelped and said, "What are you doing?" My husband just turned back to his driving, ignoring her with a big grin on his face. I knew it was close to playtime. I reached over and grabbed her tit. "Ouch, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. About that time, my husband stopped and pushed her in the back of the truck. She yells, "What the hell are you doing?" I said, "I think it's time little missy learns some manners." She sucked in her breath, and her eyes got big. We shocked her, oh, but the best lesson is yet to come. She tried to get away, but it was no use - nowhere for her to go. I got the leather straps to tie her up, and my ruler - just what naughty girls need. My husband turned her upside down, and I strapped her feet to the ceiling. Her head laid on the floor. She was trying her best to put up a fight, but what can you do when you're tied up? I straddled her face, legs open so she could see my pussy. She smarts off and says, "What an ugly pussy you have." I replied by swatting her pussy with my ruler. She said, "That didn't hurt. Is that all you got?" Whack, I smacked her clit good. She started to whimper a little. I said, "Good, that's what I want to hear." I smacked her pussy again 5 times, real fast. "Ouch, that hurts. Please stop." "That's it, little missy. Beg me to stop." "Of course, I'm not going to stop until your lesson is done." Whack! Whack! Whack! She had welts starting to form, and I bent over and tasted her pussy. "What are you doing? Stop that." My reply was another whack to her pussy. My husband reached between my legs and squeezed her tit. "Ouch, stop it!" My husband just grabbed her other tit. And I whacked her pussy again. "I think little missy isn't feeling so high and mighty now." Whack! My husband had me bend over, and he entered my pussy. He said, "Swat her pussy again." Whop! "That's it, missy. Watch me fuck my wife's cunt. If you don't, she'll whack you again." "Watch and learn, 'cause I'm going to fuck you next." She started wiggling, trying to get loose, but she couldn't go anywhere. I was so wet I could see drops of my cum land on her face. "Open your mouth and eat it," I said. Of course, she didn't comply - whack, whack! I said, "Open your mouth." "Look, honey, she wants my cum. Such a good girl." I bent down and licked her pussy again. She must be starting to like it because she had a nice wet pussy. Next thing I know, my husband is pulling out and cumming all over her face. We let her down and left her in the back to think about what's going to happen to her next.
We headed on down the road. Hours down the road, we see another hitchhiker. I would guess his age to be 13. I pulled the truck over, and hopped in the back to keep the girl quiet, and my wife opened her shirt and asked the boy if he would like a ride. "Sure, lady, thanks." He was looking at her tits, happy to climb in. I had tied a gag in the girl's mouth, and we headed on down the road. My wife kept leaning over and letting the boy get a good look. I asked, "Do you like what you see, boy?" "Oh, yes, sir, I do!" I told my wife to show him more. And she lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She was rubbing her pussy, and then she grabbed the boy's hand and pressed it into her pussy. "She feels nice, don't she, boy?" "Yess, yesss," he stuttered. I said, "Go on, boy, enjoy yourself." He was really shy at first, but my wife got him going. I pulled off the road and let them have their fun, and I went in the back for fun of my own. The girl had fallen asleep and had her legs spread, so I crawled up there and got me some cunt to eat. I left the gag on her so as not to disturb my wife. I reached my hand up and twisted her nip, and she woke up, of course. She was wiggling and trying to scream and get away, but I had tied her arms to the bed. I started fingering her pussy, getting it ready for more fingers. One by one, I had gotten my whole hand inside her. She was really squirming now. I liked that - it turned me on even more. I was shoving my hand up into her uterus; she was crying, and blood was letting my hand slide easier in and out. I took my hand out and replaced it with my dick. "You like it, don't you, bitch!" Slamming my cock deep inside her, showing no mercy. You could hear me slapping her clit good with each thrust. One last thrust, and my cock exploded in her pussy. I held her hips up to my dick until all my cum was in her. Who knows, she might become pregnant. I got off the bed and got a washrag and cleaned her and myself up, and tied her back to the ceiling. I went to peek up front to see what my wife was up to with her playmate. When she saw me, she asked for her dildo. I was surprised the boy hadn't cum yet. Most young boys cum quick. I returned with the dildo, and she told him to bend over the seat. "That's it, good boy." "Have you ever had your ass fucked, young man?" "No, lady." "I'm going to show you how it feels - grab the seat, boy." He was gripping the seat pretty hard, and we all know if you are tensed up, it's going to hurt. She spit on it and poked his virgin ass, slow at first. She told him to relax. "That's a good boy." She got 4 inches of her dildo in, and she asked, "How does it feel, boy?" He says, "Ouch, it stings." She said, "It will for a bit. Slow, deep breaths, that's it, relax." Before the boy knew what hit him, she shoved it all in his ass. "That's a good boy, you took it all in." I had him scoot away from the seat a little, and reached down and started stroking his cock. My wife was fucking his ass with the dildo pretty hard. The boy didn't know whether to scream or moan. I rubbed his balls as I stroked him. I said, "Tell me when you're ready to cum?" "Oh, please, I'm ready." I turned the boy over, and my wife's mouth was waiting there for his cock. The boy was shivering and filling her mouth with his cum. "Such a good boy." "You liked that, didn't you, boy?" "Yessss, that was awesome."
We headed on down the road and dropped the boy off at his destination. He was happy as could be. We cleaned the girl up and let her off at a gas station. Next destination is Colorado, where we will change our appearance and paint the truck. I wonder what will happen next.
To be continued... | 3 |
106,140 | A Mum's Seduction | He looked just like Daddy. Well, he would, wouldn't he? Daddy had made me pregnant, and I had given birth to our beautiful son when I was 13. Daddy had always made me feel good when he had taught me to make love when I was 12. Was it my duty to teach my son about making love too? Should I be sliding into bed with my son and teaching him like Daddy did with me? I wanted to, but I remembered what happened to Daddy when Mum found out that I was pregnant. She had called the police, and Daddy had ended up in court and was taken away to prison all those years ago. I had never forgiven her for that, and I was happy when she left just after I turned 18, leaving me and 5-year-old Jimmy on our own.
Bringing Jimmy up on my own had been hard then, but as he grew, he became partly independent. However, when I suggested he could bathe himself when he turned 8, he resisted, telling me how nice it felt when I washed him. What could I say? I spoiled him, of course, and continued to wash him until he was 10, sometimes joining him in the bath myself.
He was used to seeing me naked, but he was watching me with more interest as he got older, and I felt kind of naughty that I was deliberately flashing my tits and cunt at him. He was 11 then, and obviously, puberty was making him curious as to the differences between male and female. He had been overtly playing with his dick in the bath as I washed myself, and I didn't have the heart to stop him. He was so intent on watching my tits as I washed them that he didn't see me watching his face, seeing the look of young lust in his eyes. He fancied my 24-year-old body, and I swelled with pride that a handsome young boy could find me so attractive. When he finally looked into my face, I always turned away so that I would not betray the fact that I had seen him touching his stiffening dick. I tried not to watch him doing it, but I couldn't deny that it was turning me on.
When we had finished bathing, I would adopt a business-like attitude, and we would step out to dry ourselves. When he said that he wanted to dry me that first time, I couldn't immediately conjure up a reason to say no, so I handed him the towel, and he dried me, concentrating mostly on my tits, pussy, and bum. It had been so long since I had enjoyed Daddy's hands and fingers on me, and I was transported back to the happy days of Daddy's "abuse." Oh, how I missed those days when Daddy made me cum with his hands and fingers... and tongue.
As my turn came to dry my son, I tried not to stare at the stiff dick which waved at me from his groin. He was growing fast, and some girl was going to be delighted by his size when he started to date them. When I dried him, my pussy became moist as I touched his most intimate places. His dick was always hard, pulsing with his heartbeat, and as I gently dried his balls with the towel, there always came a sharp intake of breath from him. When he turned around for me to dry his back, he would open his legs, and I would stare at his anus, wanting to excite him as I did with Daddy by inserting a wet finger into it. I didn't dare risk it, not yet anyway. I wanted to teach my son about making love, but I was scared. I didn't want to go to prison for "abusing" him.
Before we dressed, we always hugged a little after these bath-times. Being only 11, his height meant that his head came up against my breasts. I wanted to press my nipple to his lips, to feel his mouth on me again like when he was a baby. I could feel too his stiff dick against my thigh, and I resisted as best I could the urge to touch it, to play with it.
Since then, he had grown more, and now, at 13, he was the same height as me, and when we hugged after bathing, his stiff thick dick pressed against my naked pussy. I wanted him! I wanted his dick! 'Love me, Jimmy! Love Mummy!' I begged silently, but I hadn't the courage to do anything sexual to him. Instead, I would go to my bedroom later and frig myself to the image of Daddy or Jimmy in bed with me, wanking and sucking them before begging them to penetrate my soaking wet pussy, moaning my desire that they fuck me violently so that they make me cum. Each time, I experienced the most intense orgasm using my fingers and imagination.
I looked in on him before going to my own bed, as I always did. There he lay, my 13-year-old son Jimmy, sleeping peacefully in his innocence, blissfully unaware of his mother's gaze. He had pushed the covers down in his sleep, and I stared for a minute at the place where his T-shirt had ridden up, displaying his fine taut belly above his underpants. I wanted to touch his skin, to feel the muscles, but I didn't want to risk waking him. His face, so handsome and innocent, was half covered by his black hair that had flopped down, and I pushed the hair aside and smiled to myself as I looked at him.
I couldn't help it, but I was checking out the bulge in his underpants. I could see that he was soft, but I couldn't forget the sight of his naked stiff 4" long dick each time we took a bath together. It had become quite thick now; he had obviously taken after Daddy in the cock department. The desire to slide into his bed was overwhelming, but I knew that I had to resist it. I replaced his covers and softly kissed his face, smelling the perfumed soap on his skin, and then I closed the door and went to my own room to sleep.
Sleep evaded me, and soon my fingers were inside my knickers, and I rubbed my clit vigorously with the image of Jimmy in my mind. With my eyes closed in concentration, I was sucking his dick, feeling his hardness with my tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum which came from his pee-slit. 'He's cumming, my Jimmy's cumming in my mouth!' Suddenly my body stiffened as I came violently on my fingers. And then I drifted off to sleep.
About 5 weeks before his 14th birthday, I got a phone call at 2 pm from the school's headmaster, telling me there had been an accident, and Jimmy had been taken to the hospital by the gym teacher. I rushed to the hospital casualty department and found the doctor examining my little boy. He was in obvious pain, and I got the story from Jimmy as he explained to the doctor what had happened. A football game, a bad tackle, and 2 other boys had fallen on my little angel. He still wore his football shirt and white shorts, and the gym-teacher handed over his regular school clothes, packed into an ASDA plastic shopping bag.
After being swiftly sent for X-ray, the ulna in his right fore-arm was discovered to be broken, and plaster was applied to the arm, and his arm suspended in a sling. The football boots which had trampled on Jimmy's left hand had caused no broken bones, but abrasions had to be bandaged before I took my little soldier home. On the way home, I treated him like a 4-year-old until he said, "Mom, I'm not a kid!" and then I stopped fussing over him.
Once at home, I started fussing again and then, realizing my mistake again, I shelved my over-maternal feeling and began nursing him in an appropriate manner. Feeding and watering Jimmy was all that was needed, and I set about the task, thinking to myself how he could have died or been paralyzed forever. I got a grip and made him a meal, but then, of course, he couldn't use utensils or hold the glass of milk. Now, I was in my element. He needed me again, just like when he was young. How good I felt as I spoon-fed him and held the glass to his lips so that he could drink! Best of all, he couldn't stop me looking after him because he knew that it had to be that way.
Something I hadn't previously thought of was suddenly brought to the fore when he said, "Mum, I need to pee." I stood stock still, frozen where I stood. The implications hit me, and I realized that I would have to do other things for him too. Hold his dick as he peed, wipe his bottom, and wash him. The prospect of doing all this for my almost 14-year-old son didn't daunt me, but what DID worry me was the fact that I might do things I shouldn't while helping him. All the same, I would have to do these things for him.
With one arm in a sling and the other hand bandaged, he stood before the toilet, and I pulled down his white shorts and reached for his dick. It felt so hot between my fingers as I drew it out, and I felt it pulse and thicken slightly as I pulled back the foreskin. He started to pee when I had aimed it at the bowl, and I prayed silently that I would not get carried away and start to wank him off afterwards. When he had finished, I shook the drops off, just as I used to do with Daddy all those years ago. As I pulled up his shorts, I thanked God that my shaking hands had not started to masturbate him!
While my fingers held his lovely dick, I had not looked up into his face, fearing that he might see some sign that I was aroused by it. The image for my masturbation tonight would be that same dick that I had just handled, and my imagination would soar as I pictured wanking it and perhaps sucking it. It was then that I felt dampness between my pussy-lips; I was turned on by my son again!
After helping him back downstairs, I turned on the TV for him, selected the channel he wanted, and retired to the kitchen to compose myself. I had to get a grip on myself.I couldn't let my base instincts take over, but I also couldn't forget Daddy and all the wonderful things he had taught me about love-making when I was 12. He had taught me everything so lovingly, and I had enjoyed it all. Oral sex, masturbation, anal sex; it had all felt so good. His stories too of sex with men excited me, and he would often show me what they did together. Daddy had even bought a strap-on dildo and taught me how to strap it onto my hips and fuck his bum with it. It was then that I confessed to Daddy that I fancied a girl at school, and he made me tell him what we did to each other. After telling him that, he became insatiable, and he would make me cum several times before I collapsed, worn out from our vigorous love-making.
I began to analyze my motives then, wondering if it was Jimmy's love-making education that I cared about or was it perhaps my own sexual hunger that needed satisfying. Guilt was overwhelming me, and I was doing my best to cope with it. Girls his own age would educate him, or at least he would practice on them, I told myself. Suddenly I thought, 'Or will it be boys that he wants?' It didn't worry me; in fact, suddenly I felt my pussy become moist again as I pictured him bent over the settee arm with Daddy's long thick cock fucking his lovely young bottom. 'Oh God, please stop me thinking about this!'
I left the kitchen, hoping that these filthy thoughts would go away, and I sat in the chair next to the settee where Jimmy lay. We watched TV, but I began to think about bath-time and bed-time. I would wash his body, my soapy fingers running over his skin, running between his legs and touching his sex. Then I realized that the painkillers I had been given for him were not for oral use but to be pushed up inside his bottom with my finger. God, suddenly I thought of Daddy again and what I used to do with his bottom before pushing my strap-on dildo deep inside him and fucking him.
"Are you ready for a bath yet, Jimmy?" I asked, a slight tremble in my voice. He still had patches of mud on his legs from the football pitch he had been playing on, and it needed washing off before bed.
"Sure, Mum," he said, his soft eyes resting once more on my T-shirt. My lack of bra must have allowed my rigid nipples to poke out, and Jimmy tried to pretend that he wasn't gazing at them. I had to pretend too that I wasn't aware of my nipples being visible, but neither of us was successful.
I helped him upstairs, holding him from behind in case he over-balanced, and we headed for the bathroom. On the way up, I watched his muscular legs, and I could see the hairs which covered them, many more now than a year ago and much darker; not a child's legs anymore but those of a young adult. In the bathroom, I stripped off Jimmy's shorts, his sling, and finally his shirt so that he stood naked once more before me.
Once I had turned on the taps to fill the bath, I stood next to my son again, my fingers and thumb aiming his dick into the toilet bowl so that he could pee. His foreskin covered his knob, and I had to pull it back so that his pee-slit was uncovered, and I watched the urine being forced out, impressed by the flow. When the flow stopped, I shook the drops off, and I felt the dick begin to thicken again. I coughed nervously, let go of his dick, and said, "I think the bath's ready."
While helping him into the bath, my eyes were drawn to his sturdy thighs and his taut buttocks. As he settled himself in the 18" of water, my eyes swept over his chest and his face with his laughing eyes and the sensual mouth which just invited kisses. Some girl, or maybe some boy, would press their mouth to my son's lips, and I began to picture his tongue forcing its way into the mouth of another, taking their lips between his own and licking them. 'Stop it, Helen!' I told myself and decided to force myself into dealing with reality.
This time, I didn't join him in the bath but knelt beside it and began to rub shampoo into his dark hair. I'm sure that his eyes were open and watching my nipples through my T-shirt as I bent forward to wash his hair, and I was fairly sure that they were hardening with arousal. He had laid his arms on each side of the bath to keep the plaster and bandage dry, and it meant that my breasts kept touching his naked upper arm, above where the plaster encased him. Was I deliberately rubbing my tits against my son?
It was time to rinse his hair, and I helped him to lie down, ensuring that his arms could not be made wet, and as he closed his eyes, I splashed water to remove the shampoo. When it was done, I helped him to stand, and I began to wash him, first his face and neck and then his chest. His nipples hardened as my fingertips passed over them, and as I headed south, I stopped when I got to his sparse pubic hair, using my hands to turn him around so that I could begin washing his back.
My soapy hands caressed Jimmy's shoulders, and I moved south down his back, ending up at his buttocks, taut in their youth. He automatically opened his legs and bent forward so that I could reach between his legs. His rosebud, so pink and cute, looked so inviting, and I took one soapy finger and began to press against the pucker. As my fingertip entered him, he sucked in his breath, but I knew that it wasn't from pain. Although I shouldn't have done it, I pushed inside him until my whole finger was buried in his young bum-hole. I pulled out a couple of inches and then plunged it back in, and I swear that he pushed back towards me. I did it twice more, but my courage was failing me, and I withdrew it completely, washing all around the outside of his hole.
When I got him to turn around and face me, he revealed a wonderful hard-on. More than 4" of thick boy-cock pulsed with his heartbeat, and I was mesmerized by the sight. I looked up into his face, and I saw those soft eyes of his looking down at me. We stayed like that for a few seconds, each watching the other for a sign, I suppose. But a sign of what? Should I take his stiffness in my hand? Was it right? Would he be horrified if I touched him in that way? My conscience kicked in about then, and I pretended that nothing was amiss.
"Let's get the rest of you clean," I said brightly, but it was not at all how I felt. Taking up the soap again, I worked up a lather and then began to wash around the root his dick, and although I tried to avoid direct contact with his hard-on, it just wasn't possible, and I brushed against it frequently. Then I could not put it off any longer. I put my hands between his legs and fondled his ball-sac with my fingertips, spreading the soap around and feeling his sperm-laden balls. He shuddered at my touch, and his cock lurched as my fingers continued. Behind his balls, I could feel his perineum and I was conscious of that part of his dick which was hidden between his legs.
My knickers became moist again as I became more aroused; touching my son like this was turning me on considerably as I gazed fixedly at his genitals. It was time for his dick. I pulled back his foreskin, and his large knob appeared, deep red and leaking. 'God! He's making pre-cum!' I thought, and, for some reason, my mind went into confusion. He was almost 14, I rationalized, and able to father a child. Why had I not realized this before now? Or was it that I deliberately ignored the fact that he wasn't really a child anymore?
I had to go on with washing him, and, pulling back his foreskin carefully, I held it with my fingers against his groin. The full length of his shaft was on show then, and I took my other hand and used a masturbating action with my closed hand to spread the soap along its length. His eyes closed, and I could hear his breathing change as I moved my hand backwards and forwards. The soap in my palm worked as a lubricant, and I knew that he was getting immense satisfaction and arousal from my hand which was effectively wanking him off.
'Oh God! I'm wanking my son! I'm trying to make him cum!' No, I mustn't! I stopped at once and, with trembling hand, I scooped water from the bath to rinse his dick before I became carried away and made him cum. When I looked up into his face, I'm sure that I detected disappointment, but I was determined not to allow my feelings to get out of hand again.
Taking up the soap quickly, I made some lather and started immediately on his legs, washing briskly so that this job would be finished as soon as possible, and I could escape from this situation. I finished washing him and helped him out of the bath, beginning immediately to dry him and thinking about anything other than the attraction I felt for my Jimmy. As I used the towel on him, I avoided looking at his dick, but I couldn't avoid touching him, though, and soon I felt my knickers becoming wet again as I felt his dick and balls through the thick fabric of the towel.
His plaster and bandage had remained dry, so I put his sling back on him and threw a bathrobe over his naked body, and we went back downstairs to watch some more TV. As we watched, I had to figure out about sleeping arrangements. If he wanted the toilet during the night, I needed to be with him, so the only answer was to let him sleep in my bed with me. I would have to fix a couple of pillows for him to rest his arm on once the sling had been removed so that he could sleep. There would be no point in him wearing underpants or T-shirt, so he would sleep naked in my bed. Oh God! Something more to worry about!
When he became tired, he said he needed to go to bed, so I explained that he would need to sleep in my bed. It was a double bed, so space presented no problem, and I would fix a pillow for his arm. Before then, he would need his medication though, and I explained that it was a suppository and that it had to be pushed into his bum. He seemed a little taken aback by that, but foolishly, and without thinking, I smiled and blurted out, "Your dad used to love me pushing my finger up him!"
I was mortified!As soon as I'd said it, I looked into his face, expecting horror or disgust, but he was grinning.
"You used to do stuff like that?" he asked, and my face turned a deep scarlet.
I rallied my thoughts and reverted to being business-like again. "Come on, Jimmy. Let's get you fixed up and off to bed."
With the suppository ready, I took off his bathrobe and made him shuffle down until he was almost lying down with his legs spread wide. He watched me put my forefinger into my mouth to wet it, and I concentrated on his little rosebud as I pushed my finger inside him.
"I need to get you wet inside so that the suppository will slide up easily," I lied. In truth, I wanted to give him pleasure, the same pleasure that Daddy used to get from my fingers all those years ago. I took my finger out and this time, I wet 2 fingers and gently pushed them both together into his lovely bum. His dick jumped and began to stiffen as a result of my manipulation. He drew in his breath, and I asked, "Am I hurting you, Jimmy?" but his eyes were closed, and there was the hint of a smile on his face.
"No, Mum," he panted, "keep going," and I began to realize that it was pleasure, not pain, which was changing his breathing.
I kept finger-fucking him carefully, moving my fingers back and forth in his rectum. He began moaning, and I figured that I'd better stop before he started to pump his spunk everywhere. So I took the suppository and placed it into his rosebud and pushed. It slid in, and I used my 2 fingers to push it up as far as I could. When I took my fingers out of his bottom, he looked disappointed, but not as much as I was. I wanted to see him cum, to see his dick jerk and the cum splash out onto his belly.
"Time for bed, Jimmy," I said and helped him to get up off the settee. I threw the bathrobe over his shoulders and helped him up the stairs and to my bedroom. I pulled back the sheets and made him lie down, taking off his sling and his bathrobe, and positioning a pillow for his arm to rest on. When he seemed comfortable, I covered his naked body, kissed him on the lips, and turned out the light before going back downstairs.
Once back in the living room, my hands went down into my underwear, and I felt the moistness between my pussy-lips and what had leaked into my knickers. I was still shaking after my activities with Jimmy, and it reminded me of Daddy's shaking hands when he first started to molest me. He had come to my room and started touching my little breasts, and I'd liked it, encouraging him to pinch my nipples and use his mouth on them. Once he realized that I actually wanted him to do sex stuff with me, his shaking stopped, and he would become the one person to whom I would go every time I felt the need for a man to touch me. Every time my mother went out, I would take off my knickers, and we would go to bed together or he would spread me out on our settee. He made me feel so sexy or should I use the word 'horny'? I could never get enough of the things that he did to me. God, he was wonderful!
'I'd better take a bath,' I thought. 'I can't have Jimmy smelling sex on me when I climb in with him.' So I turned out the light and went upstairs to my room. On my way, I turned the tap on for the bath and, while it was filling, I stripped naked. I would need clean knickers from my drawer in the bedroom, but I could put them on when I got there after my bath.
I lay in the bath, thinking of the eventful day and all that had happened since I had brought Jimmy home from the hospital. This did absolutely nothing to calm my libido; in fact, I could not shake off the image of stroking his stiff dick and his velvety soft ball-sac as I handled his sex. I washed my wet pussy, allowing my finger to stroke between the lips and touching my clitoris. I willed myself to stop it and continued bathing until I was clean and fresh again.
Dry once more and padding very quietly to the bedroom, I heard Jimmy moaning softly and went to find out what was wrong. Illumination from the street lights came through my thin curtains, and I halted in the doorway and beheld my son. The sheets were pushed down, and his bandaged hand was rubbing his now very stiff dick. He was trying to masturbate with his left bandaged hand! I ducked back from the doorway and leaned against the wall in the hallway, gasping. My Jimmy! My poor Jimmy needed to cum! 'I'll do it, Jimmy! Mummy will make you cum, my precious boy!' I thought. But how? I couldn't just go barging in there. He would be mortified if I caught him red-handed, wouldn't he? What should I do?
I sneaked back to the bathroom and then made a noisy exit, alerting him to the fact that Mum was heading his way but giving him time to cover himself before I appeared in the bedroom. When I got there, he pretended to be sleeping, but he forgot about his stiff dick, which was presently tenting the sheets. I'd forgotten that I was naked myself, and when he 'woke' during my entry, he stared again at my body.
"Can't sleep, Jimmy?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I'll cuddle you then," I said and, forgetting about putting on clean knickers, I slid into bed with him naked. Our naked bodies touched, my breast against his arm and his bandaged hand next to my pussy. "Have you still got pain?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Why can't you sleep then?" I asked softly, even though I knew the answer.
"I don't know, Mum," he said, but he wasn't looking at me as he answered. I wasn't sure how to broach the subject, so I tried some sex education.
"You know, most boys and men need to 'relax' themselves to get a good night's sleep. Women and girls do too. We're no different to you hunky men, you know," and I laughed nervously. "I'll probably need to 'relax' myself too to get to sleep."
"You mean...?" he started, and I whispered, "Yes, of course. What do you think I do at night when I go to bed? Why not? I've always taught you that it's natural, haven't I?"
"Well, yes, but I'm... well, I can't... you know..." and his voice trailed off.
"Would you like me to do it for you?" I whispered, and my heart stood still as I waited breathlessly for his answer.
Seconds went by before he answered. "You mean... you'd... you know...?" His whisper seemed to convey disbelief in what he had heard. I could almost hear his brain asking, 'Is Mum going to wank me off?' and my own brain was shouting silently, 'Yes, Jimmy, let me do it! I want to do it so much!'
"Oh Mum!" he whispered, and he turned his head towards me and kissed me on the lips. I wasn't ready for that, but I quickly responded and kissed him back, not with tongue but more than just a motherly peck.
As I moved my hand down his chest towards his dick, I whispered, "If you want me to stop, just tell me." I pushed down the sheets and saw my son's rigid dick, that dick of which I dreamed often in my lonely bed. His pre-cum glistened in the light, and I used one of my fingers to delicately spread the slimy stuff around his knob. His breathing quickened, and suddenly his arm closed around my neck as he pulled me closer to him. I was gazing at my fingers as I stroked his knob, and he began to kiss my cheek, the only part of my face that he could reach. Then I turned my head, and suddenly my mouth was on his, my tongue licking his lips, and then he opened his mouth!
My fingers stopped for a moment, and suddenly my tongue went between his lips. Even more shocking was when he began to suck on it! Oh my God! His bandaged hand began to move down my back, and the fingertips which weren't covered by the bandage stroked my spine. Oh God! Oh God! This was love-making, not just masturbation! My son was sucking on my tongue and caressing my back, and I was fingering his dick so that he would be certain to ejaculate!
I grasped his hot erection and began to wank in earnest as his teeth grasped my tongue gently, and his own tongue licked mine. I was flying, my desire for sex taking me over completely, and I moaned into his mouth. He forced my tongue back out of his mouth and he breathed huskily, "Oh Mum!" before looking down his body at the hand which was now stroking his dick so firmly. "Oh Mum!" he moaned, and I watched his dick too, marveling at how strong and sexy it was, so hard and big.
His foreskin kept covering the knob and then uncovering it as I used my hand to stroke the entire 4" length, and although I wanted to stroke his balls too, I had only one hand available. His hot shaft was in my palm, and I never wanted to relinquish it, not even to its owner. I wanted to suck, to put my mouth on my son's dick and suck all the spunk from it, but that would be for another time, not for now.
"Oh Jimmy!" I moaned as I wanked him. I tore my eyes away and looked into his. His expression was one of pure lust, the same lust that I had seen in Daddy's eyes each time I had wanked him off. There was no smiling now. This was no gentle love-making. This was just the pure raw lust of a 14-year-old boy with a woman who was going to make him cum. All that mattered just now was that he would shoot his spunk.
"I'm cumming, Mum!" he whispered hoarsely, and we both looked down his body to where my hand was moving faster. "Make me cum! Make me cum!"
This was no little boy now, no snotty-nosed child, but a male whose urgency could not be ignored. I was part of this, an important part, and I would have given up none of this, no matter what I had been offered. I had to see it; I had to see my son shooting his spunk.
His body went rigid, and his hips rose off the bed as the dick in my hand jerked, and I felt the big tube under his dick pulsing as gobs of hot spunk were shot out and splattered on his belly. First one, then another and another. I watched with awe as my Jimmy's hips began to buck, fucking my hand obscenely. Even after the spunk had stopped, his hips still bucked, and suddenly his face turned towards me, his eyes shut, and I leant up on one elbow so that my breast was against his lips.Like a baby, he searched blindly for the elongated nipple, and I made sure that he found it.
Without opening his eyes, he nursed at my breast, and I stopped masturbating him, bringing my hand up to my mouth and licking off the semen which my son had produced and which had dribbled onto my thumb. As my son suckled, I put my hand between my legs and touched my soaking vagina, playing with my clitoris as I watched his penis begin to soften. I wanted to taste more of his semen, and I gathered it up from his belly and put my fingers to my lips and licked them, savoring my little boy's seed for the first time. Within 30 seconds, I climaxed more strongly than I could ever remember, and when I looked down at my child, he was sleeping soundly, his lips still sucking at his mother's breast. | 4 |
106,299 | Andrea and the Artist | He watched her walk by every day as she made her way down the path to the crowded beach. She was strikingly beautiful: a vision, with long brown hair flowing down her back almost to her waist. She seemed to wear a different bikini every time she walked past him, each one of them barely covering her hard body and accentuating her breathtaking curves. He silently admonished himself for having the nerve to gawk at this young lady who was clearly less than half his age, he calculated. She seemed to be in her early 20's, he guessed, and he was but a retired old stone mason who now filled the lonely hours with his canvas and oil paints, trying to capture the beauty of the sea and sand around him. His beloved wife had passed several years ago, and painting helped him to pass the time.
He truly loved spending day after day by the side of the sea in his native town of Salvador, Brazil. Even as he lived out his life here, he kept to himself, and few knew him intimately. He didn't mind, and in fact, he preferred it that way. He had his art, and that was enough for him. He became adept at ignoring the utter loneliness he felt inside. He never complained, and he convinced himself that he was content with his life.
He was astonished one morning when the pretty girl that he admired so much stopped by his easel and studied his half-completed seascape. Immersed as he was in his work, she startled him when she spoke: "That's a beautiful painting, sir," she stated softly. He turned toward her and jumped slightly when he realized it was she who spoke such kind words to him. "Thank you," he replied weakly. He could feel himself blushing, and he turned away, hoping she hadn't noticed. The young girl giggled playfully, which put him at ease somewhat. But he was too shy to engage her in any further banter. He watched her intently as she sauntered down the path to the beach. She seemed to float, rather than walk, like she was more angel than human.
From then on, she would pause by his canvas every day and study his latest additions to his painting. He became more comfortable with her gentle attention, and he found himself waking up each morning with a new sense of urgency to get to the beach and work on his art. He would try to think of something clever he could say to her, but he had a difficult time even coming up with superficial small talk. He did manage to find out that she was also a native Salvadoran, even though their paths had apparently never crossed.
One day, he devised a plan: he was so taken by his admirer's beauty and kind attention that he wanted to express his heartfelt gratitude to her in a special way. He purposely arrived at the beach late, after she had already passed his spot on the pathway. But he was still there late in the afternoon when she made her way home. Upon seeing him still engrossed in his work, she smiled broadly and stopped to check on his progress. Her face registered shock when she realized that he had just begun painting a new canvas. "Oh!" was all she managed to say: "Did you finish your other painting?"
He knew he was blushing, but he smiled nonetheless. His hands were shaking noticeably as he reached under his easel and pulled the protective paper from his already framed labor of love, and proudly showed the finished work to her.
"Oh, that turned out so beautiful!" she exclaimed, seemingly with genuine interest and excitement. Without a word, he placed the painting in her hands. She looked confused, and her eyes met his. "Please accept it. I want you to have it," he explained, almost whispering. "Oh no, kind sir, I could never..." He interrupted her abruptly: "No, miss; I would be honored if you would agree to receive this gift from me to you. You have brought me great joy, and you have been so sweet and encouraging to me. I will never again know peace of mind in my life if you refuse my gift," he explained sincerely.
Now, it was her turn to blush. She smiled her biggest, most delightful smile for him and half-curtsied as she agreed to accept the seascape from him. "Okay, then, I will do as you wish," she announced. "I have just the place to hang it! But, you have to agree to have dinner with me tonight, and we will celebrate. My treat!" The older man was taken aback by her offer, but he could hardly refuse. Immediately, he worried about what he should wear, as he hadn't worn dressy clothes in years. Regardless, he heard himself agreeing to her request. "Where shall we go?" he stammered nervously, his voice all of a sudden hoarse, his throat dry.
"Meet me at eight o'clock at Andrea's," she said, gesturing toward the exclusive restaurant above the path, overlooking the beach. "I will meet you in the front lobby," she instructed. He knew the restaurant well, even though he had never actually dined there. It was a little too ritzy for his taste, but he recalled years ago that he had spent over a month building the massive stone fireplace in the center of the main dining area. It was a huge project that rose three stories inside the building. It was the main focal point, and he was proud of his unique creation. He had built it by himself, with just one helper. He got to know the old man and his wife who owned the place rather well, and he smiled as he recollected the bittersweet story they shared with him. He remembered their little granddaughter who roared around inside the building with seemingly boundless energy. She brightened each room she raced through with her contagious laugh and beaming smile. She hardly seemed to show that she had recently lost both her parents in a horrible automobile crash. Now, she had only her grandparents to care for her. So sad.
Her grandparents doted on her without apology, though, even naming the restaurant after her, he recalled, as he showered and readied himself for his unexpected dinner date. He wrestled his old suit out of the back of his closet and was pleased to know that he could still fit into it. Inspecting himself briefly in the mirror, he was pleased with what he saw. He was older now, but he was still strong, and maintained his hard muscles, and his skin was tanned from all the time sitting by the beach as he painted. He turned and made his way out the door, feeling confident and: dare he say it? Rather sexy.
As he approached Andrea's, he realized that he was no longer nervous or apprehensive. He was determined to enjoy this unexpected evening with such a lovely lady. He approached the front door, and a restaurant greeter was there to open it for him. "Good evening, Senor Paulo," the young man said, smiling. The old man nodded inquisitively: he wondered how the greeter had known his name. When he stepped inside the lobby, he saw her talking with several waiters all in uniform, seemingly rattling off instructions to them at a rapid pace. They all scattered when they saw Paulo, leaving him face to face with his date. He felt his throat constrict again, and he had a difficult time catching his breath: she stood before him wearing a short, tight black dress. Her radiance was such that he could swear she had a halo around her head, like those old pictures of saints he had seen as a child.
She put her hand out, curtsied, and bowed her head to him. He accepted her hand and instinctively brought it to his lips, and he kissed it ever so lightly. "Thank you Senor Paulo, for accepting my invitation," she said softly. "Oh no, my dear, thank YOU," he replied. "But, how did you know my name?" he asked. She smiled, but said nothing. She took his hand and guided him through the main dining hall and stood in front of the huge fireplace. There, above the mantle, was his new painting that he had given to her earlier in the day.
"Do you like it?" she asked him, barely able to contain her excitement. He was speechless. How coincidental that his gift to her now resided on the wall of the fireplace that he had built so many years ago. "It looks great there," he managed to utter, "I am honored and humbled." "No, sir, it is I who am honored to receive your beautiful painting." Still, he didn't quite understand the connection. She never answered him when he asked how she knew his name. And how did she manage to talk the restaurant into displaying his art work there above the fireplace mantle? He was brought back to reality by the sound of polite applause coming from the diners seated behind him. He turned around to see what the commotion was about, and they clapped and cheered as his lovely date pointed both hands at him, her arms extended. He looked rather befuddled, even as he became aware that all the applause was for him! Shortly, she linked arms with him and led him away.
"I am so sorry, miss, please forgive me, as I don't know your name..." his voice trailed off. She smiled as they made their way through the main hall and entered through a door leading out to an outside patio that overlooked the ocean. "Yes, you do!" she laughed playfully. "I do?" he replied, thoroughly confused.A waiter led the way to their table, which, now that he looked around, was the only dining table on the entire patio. The whole area was filled with candles, large and small. There must have been hundreds of them, placed at their table, as well as scattered completely around the railing, and at various small tables dotting the patio.
Once seated, the waiter busied himself opening the champagne bottle. She winked, laughed, and hinted cryptically to the artist: "You met me a long time ago, senor, when I was very little..."
Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks: "Andrea?" he blurted out. She looked down at her folded hands and nodded. He couldn't help but gasp out loud. "So, you knew me," he surmised, "from when I built the fireplace for your grandfather?" She nodded again and smiled. "Yes, I was very young, but I remember you. I thought you were very handsome. You were always so kind to me back then. And you gave me candy every day. How could I forget you?" Her wide grin lit up her face.
It all made sense to him, finally. This was the very same little girl who had lost her parents at such an early age. Now, years later, her grandparents had passed away, and she now owned the restaurant that was named for her. He sat in silence as he put all the pieces together in his mind.
"I took the liberty of ordering for us," she said, as she sipped her champagne. There was a bevy of activity surrounding them, as a small army of wait staff scurried around their table, fussing and straightening, and bringing trays of bread and appetizers. They would hustle away just as quickly, leaving the two of them in private as much as possible.
"Well, Andrea, it is truly an honor to spend this night together with you. I apologize for not knowing who you were until now," he said. "No need to apologize, sir, how would you have ever guessed?" she offered. "Please, my dear, just call me Paulo. No need to call me 'sir', it makes me feel even older than I am," he implored. "Very well, then," she conceded, "but please don't feel self-conscious about our age difference, because I don't. I know all about you, and I think you are truly charming and wonderful."
Again, she had rendered him speechless, but he summoned all his courage up and looked deeply into her eyes with an intensity that stirred something quite primal in her being. The main entrée was delivered, along with another bottle of expensive champagne. When the waiters left hurriedly, Andrea broke the silence: "Well, Paulo, I hope you like filet mignon and lobster, it's our best offering," she said proudly. "Yes, my dear, it is so generous of you..." he was cut off by her: "Perhaps after our dinner, you would do me the honor of walking with me along the beach," she suggested. "It would be my pleasure," he replied.
As they walked hand in hand, she carried her high heels in her other hand, walking barefoot through the white sand. Paulo couldn't believe what was happening. It had been years since he walked the beach with such a beautiful young lady. In fact, he hadn't done so since his darling wife had passed. They came upon an old wooden lifeguard stand, and she asked him to help her up, then she talked him into joining her. They sat side by side in the quiet night. The moon was their only source of light, and the crashing waves provided them with all the music they needed. Andrea took Paulo's hand in hers, and she kissed his fingers. Something was stirring inside him that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He was already smitten with this beautiful young girl, and now she was hinting at her own deep feelings for him. Soon enough, she was nuzzling up against his neck, and kissing his cheek softly. He was caught up in the romantic moment, and allowed himself to turn towards her, and kiss her lips, gently at first, then more passionately. He became aroused quickly, like some horny teenage boy. The fact that she responded so positively to his advances just made it worse...or better, depending on one's perspective.
He jumped when he felt her delicate fingers massaging his ever-growing erection through his pants. He reciprocated by sliding his meaty, muscular hand up her leg and ever-so-slightly under her flimsy black dress. In no time, they were going at it, pawing and groping each other's bodies in a passionate frenzy. They were both breathing laboriously, and began perspiring, even as the cool ocean breeze wafted over them.
"Andrea, my love, it would bring me great joy if I could make love with you," he whispered, regretting his utterance even before it came out of his mouth. The boldness! The nerve! Then his regret was realized when he heard her response: "No, Paulo," was her breathless reply. He was immediately crestfallen. He could have kicked himself for even suggesting such a thing to this sweet young girl: what gave him the right to assume that she would be even remotely interested in him? But, before he could apologize, she continued: "I don't want you to make love to me, Paulo. I want you to fuck me...yes, you heard me: Fuck me! Oh yes, please fuck me right here and right now!" she commanded, "I've wanted you for so long..."
Paulo was literally paralyzed by her words. Undeterred, she climbed down from the lifeguard stand, and pulled him down next to her. She began kissing the artist ardently, as she fumbled around searching for his zipper. Paulo leaned back against the wooden structure and embraced her in his arms, but Andrea had other ideas. She slid down his body until she was kneeling in the sand. She freed his throbbing cock from his pants, and squeezed it between her long, thin fingers. He let out a deep sigh as he felt her warm tongue and hot breath on his erect penis. She licked it up and down, slowly and teasingly and finally took his large head into her steaming mouth. She sucked gently at first, then with vigor, swallowing more and more of his shaft with each stroke.
Despite his visibly shaking knees, Paulo managed to remain standing as Andrea tightened her two-handed grip on his ass, and pulled his hips toward her face, gulping feverishly now, as she worked him into a lustful state. Instinctively, he reached down and took her head in his two strong hands, and commenced to thrust his manhood deep into the back of her throat, which only caused her to suck him with greater determination. Paulo felt himself getting closer and closer to ejaculating, and he didn't want to explode so soon. He let go of her head, and tried to pull his surging cock out of her mouth, but she would have none of it: she held onto the back of his thighs, and wouldn't let him go free. She was now taking most of his length on each stroke, and he was amazed that she didn't choke or gag, not even once. Being the kind, polite man that he was, Paulo acquiesced, and allowed sweet young Andrea to have her way. Resistance was futile. In no time, he was pumping her throat full of quite a large load of his thick liquid. The pretty girl swallowed his offering enthusiastically, and made it a point to capture every drop, as if it were some precious gift, which in a way, it was.
When she finally freed his spent cock from her mouth, he reached down and helped her to her feet, and they embraced for several long minutes. They were two most unlikely lovers, clinging together against seemingly impossible odds. He picked her up and spun her around and lifted her up, and seated her on the edge of the lifeguard stand. He eased her head back against the weather beaten seat, and placed each of her bare feet flat down on the front edge of the structure. She moaned, as he pushed her black mini dress up over her hips, and then slid her lacy black thong down her legs and off her feet in one smooth motion. He stood in front of her open legs, admiring her clean shaven young pussy. As he massaged her legs, he smiled to himself, wondering how long ago she had decided that they would go this far. He was amused when he realized that he really didn't have any choice in the matter. She had set up the whole scenario, and he was nothing more than a pawn, a humble servant, maybe even her slave. Now, he endeavored to serve his mistress as she deserved: he leaned over and approached her womanhood with a sensitive caution. He didn't want to take even a second of this situation for granted. He took a few deep breaths through his nose, reveling in her hot, wet, musky scent. She groaned audibly, sensing his breath on her now quivering genitals. "Please, Paulo, don't tease me!" she implored impatiently. But he was going to do just that. He exhaled through his mouth very close to her twitching labia, and then gave her clit a quick lick with his stiff tongue. Her ass bucked up off the bench when she felt his tongue touch her most intimate spot. It felt like a jolt of electricity ripping through her body, and it made the hairs on her neck stand on end. He repeated the combination several times, and she responded the same way each time. Finally, she grabbed his head and pushed his face against her over-stimulated vagina. "Oh, Paulo, suck my pussy, and lick my clit, please?" she begged.
The old man rapidly flicked at her sensitive button with his hard tongue, then twirled it around just inside her folds, before he plunged it deeply into her hole. Immediately, her legs tensed up, and her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. After she stopped convulsing, he pushed her legs as far back as they would go, and guided her arms around them. Now he was free to use both his hands to spread her smooth ass cheeks nice and wide, and commence rimming her pretty brown knot. She squirmed around at first, having not expected such an intrusion, but she quickly calmed down, and moaned in approval as his tongue penetrated her asshole.He pushed his thumb into her juicy pussy and fucked her as deeply as he could with it, as he continued to tongue-fuck her tight dark hole. She got into a rhythm, and her hips gyrated in time with his thumb thrusts. When he stood up to give his stiffened back a chance to straighten out, he heard her voice clearly: "NO!" It alarmed him because he didn't want to do anything that would even remotely upset her. "No, Paulo, don't stop! Please? I want you to finger-fuck my ass. Stick two fingers up my ass, YES!"
As her servant and slave, he reasoned to himself that he was bound to do as she ordered. He worked his middle finger into her soaking wet pussy, taking advantage of her natural lubricant. "OH YES, finger-fuck my pussy too, MMMMM! That's it, Paulo," she purred. He took his lubed finger and slid it gingerly into her waiting asshole. The thrill of it was almost too much for him to bear, and he felt his cock coming to life. When he pushed his forefinger into her hot pussy as well, he became fully erect again. He hadn't had that kind of quick recovery since he was in his twenties. He was now finger-fucking both her holes, as she tightened her grip around her legs and enjoyed the double penetration of his strong, rough fingers in and out of her tender holes.
"Oh, Paulo, that feels so good, but now I need to feel your big cock inside me," she told him, as he slipped his fingers out of her soft, warm girl parts. He gingerly presented his two fingers to her, and she opened her mouth and accepted them without hesitation. After she licked and sucked them clean, she sat up, and he helped her down off the chair. She immediately began stripping his suit off, one piece after another, until he stood naked before her. He felt her give him the once-over, inspecting his bronzed body intently. She smiled shamelessly.
"I want you to fuck me hard, Paulo. Squeeze my tits and spank my bottom, yes, that's what I said," she declared with great enthusiasm, as he helped her pull her dress up over her head and drop it in the sand. She turned around, bent over, and held on to the wooden structure. "Spank my ass, Paulo, make it pink and hot!" she exclaimed, as she wiggled it back and forth in front of him. He reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them. She moaned in delight, but quickly regained her focus: "C'mon, Paulo, slap my tight buns! Put your fingerprints on those cheeks!" So, he did just that, no doubt surprising her with his willingness to sting her ass with authority. He reached under her body and squeezed her firm breasts as he continued to spank her hard, round ass. Her tits were modest in size, but they were firm and very sensitive to his touch, and her nipples jutted out proudly.
He was at the point of his own climax, so he eased up some and ran his strong hands up and down her hard body, marveling at her tight, ripped abs, her thin waist, and her ample hips and perfect ass. She begged him to enter her, but he had other ideas: He knelt behind her in the sand and stretched her ass cheeks open wide, and flicked his tongue around the rim of her dark opening until she wriggled with delight. "Oh, Paulo, I never would have guessed that you were so...open-minded!" she exclaimed breathlessly. He lowered his head and slid his stiff tongue into her juicy pussy, drinking in the taste of her essence. "MMMMMM, that feels so good, but I need you to fuck me now, because I can't take any more of your kisses down there," she pleaded.
The older gentleman stood up without further delay and prepared to push his overstimulated cock deep into her hot pussy. "No!" she blurted out as she felt him beginning to penetrate her. He just knew it was coming, and he was sure she had a change of heart. Not that he could blame her. What was she thinking anyway, carrying on with him in the first place? He stopped his advances and took a step back, causing the young girl to turn and look at him straight in the eyes: "Paulo, I said `no', but I don't mean for you to stop: I just want your stiff cock in my ass first, if that's okay with you," she explained, "your tongue felt so good licking me there, now I want you to fill my ass up with your thick manhood."
Paulo couldn't believe his ears, but then again, he couldn't believe this whole fairy tale evening. Eager to please as he was, he took proper aim, gently rubbed his own juices up and down the crack of her vulnerable ass, and pushed the head of his penis into her quivering ass. She winced and let out a quick yelp of surprise. She wiggled her hips around in tight circles, so as to assist him in his attempt to mount her ass fully. Slowly and deliberately, he eased more and more of his shaft into her beautiful bottom. He was amazed how much heat engulfed his member and how she seemed to welcome every inch of his thick girth that disappeared between her cheeks. After gently filling her up, he gripped her hips and proceeded to fuck her at a quicker pace, moving in and out of her willing ass with more and more authority, until he was pounding her forcefully. Andrea held onto the lifeguard stand for dear life, amazed at the stamina of her lover and his animal power. He thrust into her with such single-mindedness as to cause her feet to lose contact with the beach sand with each new forward thrust of his body slapping against hers.
"OH MY GOD!! YES!! This is what I hoped for, Paulo; this is my dream come true!! Please, keep going, keep fucking my ass like that, I am going to cum soon!" she exclaimed, "OH, GOD, OH! That feels so good! OH!! I'M CUMMING NOW!! OH MY GOD, YES!!" Her legs shook, and her pussy squirted uncontrollably, gushing all over his legs. In a matter of seconds, he followed her lead and pumped her ass full of his hot jizz until he was drained. They both fell in a heap onto the sand. Paulo crawled up on top of her curled-up body, as if to protect her from the relentless tide rushing in. He held her in his arms and straightened her long hair, exposing her neck to his warm kisses.
"That was so incredible, Paulo. It was better than my fantasy. Thank you so much!" She whispered. She had a knack for amazing him, and now was no exception. She was thanking him? Was she kidding? He remained speechless. They lay together until the wetness of the first wave inched up and tickled their feet. He lifted his head up to look at the surf getting nearer. Andrea pulled him back down. "Wait," she said, as she rolled over and lay on her back, "the tide is no matter...will you kiss me down there?" She spread her legs and welcomed his face to her glistening pussy. He wasted no time and eagerly joined his mouth to her smooth vagina. She moaned as he licked her and sucked her to her heart's content. Within minutes, he looked up to see her head thrashing back and forth, her eyes closed, and her gaping mouth moaning quietly. She reached down and grabbed his head tightly as she lurched forward from her hips and forced his mouth tightly on her shuddering pussy: "Oh, Paulo, I'm cumming again! Oh, please tongue-fuck my hot cunt! Yes! Fuck me with your mouth!" she blurted out almost giddily. Her hot cum gushed forth into his busy mouth in spurt after spurt, as her grip on his hair became more painfully intense. Paulo persevered, continuing to push his stiff tongue deep into her love canal. Finally, her fingers relaxed their iron-like grasp on his hair, and her body ceased to writhe and thrash about, as the waves continued to slowly overtake their sweating bodies.
Paulo crawled up her exhausted body and held her tenderly against his. He was in heaven, he was sure of it, and he didn't want to move, ever again. What a wonderful night, and what an amazing lover Andrea was, he thought. He smiled to himself as he dared to wonder how his encounter with this beautiful young lady could ever be better than right now.
For several long minutes, they lay in a tight embrace, neither wishing to let go. The soft sounds of the breeze and the encroaching surf were all that could be heard. Finally, Andrea turned to him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight, her face radiant. "When you are ready," she whispered, "will you please make love to me, Paulo?" She caressed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair as the cool ocean water licked at their feet. She delicately kissed his forehead, and Paulo closed his eyes, his smiling face glowing with contentment. | 5 |
106,357 | How I Got My Bicycle | Hi, my name is Danny, and this is my story about my first sexual experiences. I was pretty young when I started out, so if you don't care for stories like mine, you should stop reading right now.
I live with my mom in a tiny house, in an old, quiet section of a small town. My mom is always working, because the old man left us 10 years ago and never came back. Mom said he did us both a favor by leaving, but otherwise, she never talks about him. We don't have much, but she works 2 or 3 jobs and keeps us out of the poorhouse. I never go hungry or cold, and I am thankful for all that my mom does for me.
I was shy, kind of nerdy and sort of roundish, but I was polite and respectful, and I got good grades in school. I guess you could say I was kind of sheltered. One day when I started whining to my mom that I really wanted a bike, she shut me up by suggesting I tried working for the things I wanted, like she did. After pouting like a spoiled brat for a few minutes, I whined some more about being too young to get a job and what could I do to make money anyway? While my mom was busy doing the dishes, she rattled off a bunch of ideas over her shoulder: I could go around to our neighbors and offer to rake leaves, mow their lawns, clean out their attics and garages, walk their dogs, weed their gardens...the list went on and on, and finally, I just ran out the door and down the street, just to get away from her.
I walked around town for a while, and after getting over my hissy fit, I started to think about what my mom said, and I had to admit to myself that she was right: if I wanted a bike, I'd have to earn the money myself. I started looking around the neighborhood with a different perspective: Whose yard needed work? Who had dogs to walk? I noticed a yard about a block from home that seemed full of opportunities for an ambitious young man like me.
Boldly, at least for me, I walked up and rang the doorbell. A middle-aged man answered, dressed in just baggy shorts with no shirt. I asked him if he wanted some help cleaning up his yard, or other odd jobs. His eyes lit up, and he invited me in. He called for Murray over his shoulder, who turned out to be his roommate. Murray was heavy-set and might have intimidated me a little, except that he also wore only shorts; such was the heat and humidity of the summer evening. Murray had a pretty big belly which made me laugh (inside). Jason, the thin one, explained to him why I was there. They both seemed happy, and they asked me what I could do. I told them I was a hard worker, and I would do anything they needed me to do. I explained that I had my eye on a new bike, and I wanted to earn enough money to buy it. I recited all the details of my dream bike to the two men I had just met, and they seemed to get a kick out of my enthusiasm.
Both men looked at each other and smiled. Jason told me to come by the next morning, and they would have some work for me. I thanked them, and skipped my way back home. I couldn't wait to tell my mom I got myself a job. I was hoping she would be proud of me. It turned out, my mom knew the two men that hired me. They were teachers who worked at a fancy private academy over in the city. That's why they were home all the time: they had the summer off too. Mom said they were regulars at the diner during the summer, so I thought it was cool that they knew her too. Mom was a waitress there. It was one of her several jobs.
I knocked on their door at 9:00AM sharp. Murray answered, and told me that Jason was around back, and to go see him. I walked around the house, and Jason greeted me and handed me a rake and a shovel. He led the way with his wheelbarrow, and off we went to tidy up the back yard. We worked for half a day, until it got too hot out. Jason gave me $20.00 for my efforts. That was a lot of money for a kid, and I was grateful to him. I mentioned my bike again, for like the tenth time, and Jason just laughed, and repeated back to me what he already knew: "A red Schwinn, 26" rims, with chrome fenders and a rearview mirror." I blushed, red-faced, and smiled weakly. Jason grinned, his eyes twinkling, and tousled my hair. He walked me out to the street with his arm around my shoulders. He told me it was supposed to rain the next morning, but he had some work for me to do in the garage, so I should get there at 9:00, rain or shine.
THE GARAGE
The next morning it did rain for a few hours, so Jason took me out to the garage. Besides a car and a big workbench, one wall of the garage was lined with stacks and stacks of old newspapers and magazines. Some piles were up to my shoulders. The men saved them up and donated them to the local Boy Scout Troop. My job was to separate the papers from the magazines, and then tie them up into manageable bundles. He handed me a big ball of twine and scissors, and then he left and went back inside. It was easy work, and all I thought about was earning enough money for my bicycle. As I began sorting and tying, I happened upon a dirty magazine that shocked me: It was a magazine about men, and even though the cover was missing, it was pretty clear what they were doing.
I forgot about the task at hand, and began to leaf through the pages. In between ads for "how to grow a bigger penis" and "potency pills" were quite a few pictures of men kissing, and sucking each other's cocks. At first, I thought it was weird and confusing. I had never really thought about man-to-man sex before. But as I looked at more photos, I realized my own cock was stiff and straining against my shorts. My legs got weak, and I opened the back door of the car and sat down. I was obsessed by now, and rubbed my erection over top of my shorts. As I turned more pages, I saw men with creamy white stuff on their faces and around their mouths. I knew what it was, as I had been playing with myself for a couple of years by now. But I never saw someone's cum all over someone else's face before.
There was no turning back for me now. I stripped off my shorts and underwear, and began pumping my cock feverishly, as I continued to look at the dirty pictures over and over again. I was so into the moment, that I didn't even notice the two men standing behind the car, looking at me in the backseat, stroking my meat a mile a minute. I stopped in midstroke, slammed my legs together, and tried to hide my nakedness with the magazine, of all things. I kept my eyes glued shut for what seemed like a long time, hoping that they would go away, or that it was just a bad dream, and I would wake up soon.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped up, a look of horror in my eyes. I was humiliated, and I just wanted to go crawl under a rock forever. But, suddenly, I had something more important to take care of. I pulled myself together enough to say I was so sorry, and I would do anything if they would only PLEASE not tell my mother what they saw me doing. Just thinking about my mother knowing that I jerked off made me shiver, and my voice quivered and cracked as I appealed to the kindness of two men. They looked at each other, told me to wait right there, and they would be back.
It only took a couple of minutes for them to come back into the garage. I sat still in the car, naked and wondering. Murray spoke for the two men: he told me that they decided they wouldn't tell my mom, as long as I agreed to do to them what I saw in the magazine. My eyes widened and I immediately accepted their generous offer, although not really thinking it through. I was just so elated to know my mom wouldn't find out about my secret: it was kind of like being freed from a life sentence.
Reality came at me quickly, though. I finally focused enough to notice that both men were fondling themselves right in front of me. I could see their big bulges outlined against their shorts. I got scared, and told myself not to panic. I had already agreed to their proposition, and I didn't dare risk having them tell my mother, so I just waited for their next move. I didn't have to wait long. Murray quickly shed his only article of clothing, and he stood in the doorway of the car, his big cock swaying in the breeze. Murray was pretty hairy all over his body, and his protruding belly made him look like a big black bear. He held his stiff penis out in front of my face, slowly stroking it with just his thumb and one finger. He didn't say anything to me, but I knew exactly what I had to do. It looked really huge, only inches from my face. I started thinking about putting it in my mouth, and I wondered if it would fit. I guess he got kind of impatient, because he took my hand and wrapped it around his girth. He guided my hand up and down, and of course I knew what that meant.
I began stroking it on my own, as Murray stepped a little closer, and set his feet. Soon, I had a pretty good rhythm going, and I could hear him groaning under his breath. In the meantime, Jason stood towards the back of the car so he could get a clear view of the action. He already had his pants off, and was fondling his erection as he watched.I could see that Murray's cock was already leaking juice from the little hole, so I figured it was probably time to act. I leaned forward and licked the head of his manhood, while pumping his cock with my hand. Murray got impatient by then, and he pulled my hand away and grabbed my head in his big hands. He pulled my mouth over his shaft and slowly moved back and forth. I couldn't help but gag a little, it being my first time and all, but he was gentle enough so that I managed to calm my throat down.
Murray started going a little faster, and it only took a few minutes before I felt his hands putting more pressure on my face, and soon he was grunting and thrusting, and cumming into my mouth. I swallowed as much of his warm sticky fluid as I could, but still some drooled out and ran down my chin. After finishing pumping out his cum, he took his still hard member, wiped my chin off with it, and then he rubbed his gooey cock all over my face. Both men seemed to delight in this, and Murray instructed me to lick his cock clean, which I did.
I was proud of myself for being able to satisfy a grown man's desires. And I actually liked the whole experience. It was really pretty easy, and I suppose I was being a bit smug. That all changed when Jason switched places with Murray. Jason was kind of Murray's opposite in a lot of ways: he was tall and thin, and had hardly any body hair at all. His pubes were clean shaven and it made his balls and cock stand out. As he took his place in front of me, I was surprised that he didn't just shove his stiffie down my throat. Instead, he told me to lick his balls, and then to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and underneath it too.
I kept licking him, up and down his shaft, under his balls, and then I took his cock head into my mouth, and then I held still and sucked just the tip. His legs went rigid as I gently sucked on the head. After a few more minutes, he gripped me up tightly and began to fuck my mouth pretty hard. It was all I could do to breathe as he stroked and stroked, hitting the back of my throat a few times. Finally, he slowed down and explained he was about to cum. He told me to open my mouth and let it fill up with his jizz. I wasn't to swallow any of it just yet, only let it build up until he was completely finished. He told me to stick out my tongue, and then he laid the head of his cock on my tongue, and started jerking himself off. Murray watched as his housemate pumped my mouth full of his salty concoction. I didn't know someone could put out so much cum at once, but by the time he pulled away, my wide open mouth was filled to the brim. He pulled Murray over closer to get a better look, beaming widely. Jason was very proud of his output, and Murray nodded his approval. Finally, Jason told me to swallow all of it, and I did.
Afterward, they noticed I still had my own erection. This seemed to be of concern to them, and they left me alone again for a few minutes. I could hear them discussing me, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. In a short time, they came back in and told me to lie back on the seat. My feet were on the garage floor, and my penis was straight up in the air. They told me they wanted to watch me jerk off, so I started stroking my own small offering. I was so charged up that it only took a few minutes before I covered my stomach in boy cum. Before I could sit up, they told me to wipe my stomach off with my hand, and eat my semen, which I did. It seemed to please the men to no end.
After we all dressed, they invited me inside. Jason said we could knock off for the day. He handed me another twenty and thanked me. I was puzzled. I had only worked two hours. The day before, I worked for four hours and he paid me the same. He explained that ten dollars was for my work that day, and ten more was for...a tip, he said, smiling and winking. Again, I was delighted: more bike money, and the prospect of earning a lot more too.
Mom wouldn't be getting home until midnight that night, and the men asked me if I felt like hanging out with them for the afternoon. I said sure, and Jason offered to make us some sandwiches. Murray turned on the TV, and brought out three beers from the kitchen. My eyes got wide, and he told me I could have a beer, as long as I promised not to tell anyone. He also made me promise not to mention anything else that might happen on their property. That was fine by me, and I quickly agreed. I thought again about the possibility of my mom finding out, and I shuddered.
As we ate and drank, Jason put a porn video on, which contained a bunch of different gay blowjob scenes. Murray suggested we all take our clothes off. Both men sat slowly playing with themselves as we watched enough cum shots to float a boat. I joined in, and soon we all had new erections. I was as mesmerized looking at their cocks as I was watching the action on TV. After the second beers went down, I was feeling a little woozy, and a lot brave. Sitting between them on the couch made it easy for me to reach out with both hands, and wrap my fingers gently around each of their shafts, and slowly pump them up and down. They encouraged me with a series of grunts and groans, and with no further prompting, I slid off the couch onto my knees, facing the two horny school teachers. I methodically went about taking their hard cocks into my young mouth, alternating back and forth. I took my time, and delighted in the fact that I was teasing these men with my slow and steady sucking.
This time, neither of them produced as much cum as the first time, so I was able to swallow their entire offerings with ease. I was proud of myself for making them shoot their loads twice. I felt powerful: a short, rather pudgy boy who could make grown men quiver and shake with orgasms. My reverie was interrupted when Jason told me to stand up, after I had finished cleaning up their semi-rigid cocks with my tongue. As I rose, my teenage penis bobbled in the air, sticking straight out. I kind of expected one of them to start fondling it, or maybe even suck it, but neither man touched me. Instead, they again told me to jerk myself off while they watched. This time, I came into my other hand, and licked it all off, apparently to their grinning satisfaction.
When they told me it was time to go home, Jason tried to give me another ten dollars, but I refused. I told him I only wanted to be paid for the work I did, and not for "playing". He seemed genuinely impressed. I guess he got the message that I liked sucking their cocks just for fun. Every day after that, I would work for a few hours, and then I would blow them before leaving for the day. I loved it, and I believed I was getting better at it the more practice I had.
After two weeks, they asked me if I was interested in going on a camping trip with them up in the mountains. They explained it would be for about four days, and they would pay for everything. They were going to meet up with a few of their friends, and another boy would also be going. They hinted that I would have the opportunity to earn more bike money on the trip. I was thrilled by their offer, and my mom gave me her blessing.
CAMPING
It was a long ride up into the Adirondacks. It seemed like it took forever to reach our campsite, secluded as it was from any sign of civilization. I wondered how they even found the place, so I was surprised to see another SUV parked, with four people sitting around a campfire, all naked and drinking beer. As we pulled up, the group walked over to help us unload our gear. Introductions were made all around. It looked like all the adults knew each other already. Two of the men were fellow teachers, and the older man was a retired janitor from their school. The boy was around my age, and he seemed to know everyone as well. I guess I was the only newcomer in the group, and all eyes seemed to be on me, sizing me up like I was some kind of curiosity. I felt myself blush a little, but I kind of knew what was going on. When Murray and Jason stripped off their clothes, I did the same. Now we were all naked, and it seemed pretty natural.
After we set up our tents and equipment, the men encouraged Joey and me to help ourselves to the beer, which we gladly accepted. As we all sat around the fire in lawn chairs, Jason cooked up some hot dogs and beans for the group. The beer flowed freely, and everyone seemed happy and relaxed. That's when I looked over, and noticed Joey kneeling in front of Murray, whose legs were wide open. I couldn't actually see what Joey was doing, but when his head began to bob up and down, it was pretty obvious. A wave of dizziness came over me as I thought about the possibilities ahead. The other men were beginning to stroke themselves as they watched Joey's head move faster and faster. A couple of the new men glanced over at me without saying anything, but I knew what they wanted...and I wanted it too. I guzzled the rest of my second beer, and walked over to one of the teachers. I was a little hesitant at first. I was kind of intimidated by Joey. He was a real stud; an athlete who was in great shape, with lots of muscles and a slender body. Here I was kind of the opposite, and not at all into sports of any kind. But I thought maybe I could show them how good I could suck cock.
As I took my place in front of the teacher, he smiled and nodded and slid forward in his chair. His cock was hard as steel, although it wasn't quite as big as Murray's or Jason's. I teased his manhood with the tip of my tongue until he was squirming in his chair. I finally took his shaft deep into my mouth, causing him to yell out a little in surprise. I held onto his beach chair with both hands, and went to town on his man meat with a vigor I didn't know I had.In no time, my mouth was being flooded with his hot cream, and I frantically tried to swallow it all. It tasted a little different from what I was used to, but I still liked it.
I looked over and saw that Joey was already working on Jason's shaft. Not to be outdone, I moved down to the next teacher and worked my magic on him. He was a moaner, and he didn't hold back. He gripped my shoulders tightly and let me lead the way without prompting me. I felt like I was in complete control, and I loved knowing I was performing to a grateful crowd. Wow, I thought, four days of unlimited cock sucking ahead; I was in my glory.
By the time I was done, Joey had taken on the old janitor, and that was it for round one. We all cracked open another beer and washed down our hot dogs and salads. Everyone was in a good mood, and the talk turned to the planned hike the next morning. I hadn't heard about it until then, and I cringed at the thought. I was in no shape to go hiking all day, and I really didn't care much for physical activity. Gunther, the janitor, must have seen my face all scrunched up, and he came to my rescue. He declared that he was too old for anything of the sort, and he would stay at camp while the others went off hiking. He turned to me and asked me if I wanted to stay behind and keep him company. I wanted to kiss him, I was so happy with his offer! As I nodded my approval, the other campers seemed to be fine with the arrangement.
THE HIKE
Shortly after breakfast, the four teachers and Joey set off for parts unknown. They planned to be gone for most of the day and told Gunther and me to make sure dinner was cooking when they got back. We sat next to each other by the campfire as we watched the backpack-laden group disappear down the trail. I suddenly became acutely aware that I was alone with a stranger, out in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't really worried, though, as Gunther made me feel at ease right away. He kept the conversation going, telling me about his life, how he had worked at the school for 45 years before retiring, and how he missed his wife, who passed away several years ago. He told me that the only things he really enjoyed anymore were beer and boys, not necessarily in that order. He laughed, and I laughed with him, even though I wasn't sure why.
Speaking of beer, he said, why don't we get the day started right? He sent me over to the cooler, and I came back with two cold ones. He asked me a few questions, I guess to put me at ease. He asked me what grade I was going into, he talked about my mom, and he brought up my bike. Apparently, everyone knew about my desire to earn enough money to buy a bike. He asked me a rather curious question: did any of the teachers that I was having fun with ever touch me? I shook my head no, as I had been wondering to myself why that was. As if reading my mind, he told me it was because they were afraid of losing their jobs if they got caught. I was a bit confused, considering they didn't mind if I sucked their cocks. But, before I could think it all through, he kind of shocked me by saying he was retired, and he wasn't worried about losing any job.
He looked me in the eye and asked me if anyone had ever "played around" with me. I told him 'no'. He persisted: No one had ever touched my cock or my ass? Again, I shook my head no. He was silent for a few minutes, as he eyed my chunky nude body with new interest. Finally, he asked me if I was interested in earning some serious money towards my bike. Of course, this was my main passion, and I enthusiastically shook my head 'yes'. He explained that he would give me fifty dollars if I would agree to let him "play" with me. Wow, I couldn't believe my ears. But, he stopped me and pointed a finger at my face: I would have to let him do what he wanted, although I could stop him at any time, just by saying "Uncle", if I was not comfortable doing something. This didn't really register with me at the time. I was too excited about the bike money, and besides, it might be kind of interesting, I thought.
When he reached out and touched my leg, electric surges ran up and down my spine. I got more and more excited, as it all began to sink in. Gunther continued to run his fingers up and down my thigh as he spoke. He told me that we would be doing some role-playing, and I shouldn't worry about some of the things he might say or do. He just enjoyed certain fantasies, he explained vaguely. I hardly heard him, as I was aware that my cock was already hard and throbbing, and he hadn't even touched me there yet.
We moved over to the picnic table and sat on the bench seat with two new beers. I was getting used to the beer taste by now, and besides, I liked how it made me feel inside: kind of daring and confident. As we drank and talked, Gunther spread a towel out on top of the table and suggested I sit on it. He smiled and explained that he didn't want me to get splinters in my naked bottom. As I took my place, he gently guided my body down until I was lying on the table, and then he slid over on the bench between my legs until his face was inches from my crotch. Of course, my small dick was standing straight up, as I anticipated his next move. He ran his large hands up and down my thighs a few times, barely grazing my cock and balls, and making me have wild feelings down there. I squirmed around in frustration until he finally wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to stroke it gently. It felt so good, I couldn't believe it. I looked at his face, and his eyes seemed to glaze over; his smile was ear to ear.
When he leaned forward and took my hard rod in his mouth, I almost passed out. His hot moist lips easily encircled my shaft, and I shuddered when he swallowed up the entire length of my virginal cock into his steaming mouth. I had heard of the word ecstasy before, but now I was experiencing it for the first time. His sucking was so good; I couldn't help but shoot my jizz into his mouth in a matter of seconds. That first blowjob was the best feeling ever. I felt bad about cumming so fast, but Gunther didn't seem to mind. He was only just beginning: Now that my shriveled dick lay useless against my stomach, Gunther pulled my legs toward him and pushed them back against my chest. I looked down, and he had that blissful look in his eyes again. He told me to hold my legs tight, and slid his hands down around both cheeks of my ass.
I could only imagine what he planned to do next, and I closed my eyes and waited. First, I could feel his breath on my ass as he gently parted my cheeks with his thumbs. The rush of fresh air on my opening was exhilarating, and I found myself squirming with anticipation. Gunther slowly massaged my bottom, and then he shocked me with his warm tongue lightly licking my anus. Soon, he was lapping it pretty fast, and then I felt the tip of his tongue penetrate my tight sphincter. With some effort, he kept darting it in and out, until the muscle relaxed a little, and he was able to put his whole tongue deep in my hot hole. I couldn't help but moan as I experienced the sensation for the first time. Gunther must have been turned on by my reaction, because he locked his lips on my opening and began sucking my ass with total abandon.
With everything that was going on, I was surprised to discover that my cock was getting hard again, and my hand naturally found it and stroked it. Gunther looked up and pulled my hand away, and shook his head 'no'. He then slapped my shaft back and forth several times as if to emphasize his point. I was shocked at first, but it did feel kind of good in a weird sort of way. But, I must have made him angry, because he stood up, moved in closer to my body, and shoved his index finger into my ass with one thrust, causing me to squeal and swoon. He finger-fucked my virgin ass vigorously, telling me the whole time how he was going to get my asshole ready for action. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but his middle finger joined his index finger, and now I was twitching in discomfort as both fingers moved in and out, slowly stretching me open.
I was surprised when I opened my eyes, and he held an empty beer bottle to my mouth. I must have had a confused look on my face, because he told me to suck it, which I did. Satisfied that it was wet enough with my saliva, he pulled it out of my mouth and slowly traced a line down my chest and belly, over my pulsating cock, and stopped at my dark entrance. He pushed my legs back again, and I held onto them without being told. I could feel the warm glass circling around my dark spot, and I held on for dear life.
When he pushed it in a little, I saw stars, it hurt so much. Gunther told me softly to relax, as he slowly slipped the tip of the bottle in and out. He was calm again, and he seemed intent on eliminating the discomfort I had felt. As my sphincter got used to being invaded, it opened up some, and Gunther kept feeding more and more of the bottle neck into my young body. It started to feel pretty good, and by the time the bottle was thrusting into me as far as it would go, I loved it. I groaned with pleasure, which seemed to make Gunther happy because he was smiling as he continued to bottle-fuck my ass. He even leaned over and took my erect cock into his mouth again. I was enjoying the double pleasure, and feeling fine, and then Gunther just stopped everything: he sat up, and my hard-on flopped against my stomach. I winced and exhaled loudly as he pulled the bottle out of my ass and put it to my lips. I was confused, but I opened my mouth instinctively, and he slid it in until I gagged when it hit the back of my throat.
He mumbled something about tasting my own ass, and then he told me he was going to show me another way to enjoy beer.He climbed up on the table, and his knees straddled my body. My arms were pinned between his legs, and I couldn't move my upper body at all. I was still clueless until he scooted up towards my face with his semi-hard shaft in his hand. He growled for me to open my mouth nice and wide, which I did. He grunted to himself, as I waited for several seconds in silence. And then it started: first a few drops, and then a steady yellow stream of hot beer piss began to fill up my mouth.
Gunther warned me to keep swallowing, and to drink every drop, because he didn't want any piss stains on the towel I was lying on. He held me tightly by my hair with one hand, and steered his urine stream into my mouth with his other hand. It was kind of disgusting at first and quite shocking too, but as I continued to gulp his sticky liquid down my throat, I admit I was turned on by it too. There was something that thrilled me about being held in place and used like that. I didn't quite know why yet, but I knew I liked it.
When Gunther was finally done draining his bladder into my mouth, he finally got down off the table and helped me sit up. He had kind of a grateful look on his face, and as he stood me up on the ground, he hugged me and kissed me full on the mouth. He reached down and squeezed my still hard penis. He turned toward his tent, and silently led me along by pulling on my cock like it was a leash. He opened the tent flap, and led me inside. To my astonishment, there was a whole outfit laid out on his cot. He turned toward me and told me to put everything on.
PLAYING DRESS-UP
There was a flimsy pink negligee, a matching pair of lacy panties, black thigh-high mesh stockings, and a pair of sexy black high heels. My mind swirled around in a daze: I wondered how Gunther knew that I secretly liked to dress up in my mom's sexy stuff that she never used anymore. I was sure no one had ever caught me doing it. Gunther held the nightie up and slipped it over my head, adjusting the thin straps. He handed me the panties, and I slipped them up my legs and over my ass cheeks. I sat on his cot, and he helped me with the stockings and heels. He then opened a shiny black makeup kit and told me to hold still. He put mascara, eye shadow, even false eyelashes on my eyes. I couldn't believe how much it turned me on. He brushed red rouge onto my cheeks, and then topped it off with a bright red lipstick on my lips. Last, he clipped a set of dangling earrings on my ear lobes, and then he helped me to my feet. I was instantly wobbly, but he held onto me until I was able to steady myself and walk on my own. Carrying a backpack in one hand, he put his other hand under my arm, and led me back to the picnic table.
Something changed about Gunther after he dressed me up. It was like he was a completely different person, like an actor playing a role you didn't expect. As we walked, he referred to me as a "Dough Boy", in a nasty tone of voice. His grip on my arm became tighter as he told me my name was now Danielle instead of Danny, and he was going to toughen me up some. I was a little shook up, but I remembered him mentioning "role playing" earlier, and I was prepared to say "Uncle" if things got out of hand. I also noticed that I had a raging hard-on bulging underneath my thin panties.
Gunther took a folded up towel out of his bag and put it on the picnic bench, and told me to kneel on it. The other towel was still draped over the table, and he guided my body face down onto it. As he stood behind me, he lifted up my pink nightie and pushed it up to my waist. He pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing my bare ass to the light of day. I moaned as he began to rub my ass cheeks with his strong hands, spreading them wide open, and inspecting my anus up close. I could hear the sound of him inhaling deeply. He mumbled something about my "round mound to pound", laughing out loud at his clever choice of words. Then he scowled, and told me he was going to show me what fat asses like mine were made for. I shuddered in anticipation, and almost climaxed right there on the spot without even touching my cock.
I was afraid to look back, and I kept my face covered up with my arms on the table, but I could hear a familiar rattling of something: it was a belt buckle! Gunther said I needed some color in my cheeks before he converted my ass into a "Boy Pussy". I was confused, but I couldn't think about it, as the first slap of leather landed on my soft flesh with a sting that made me jump. Two, then three, then eight, nine...he swung that belt with gusto, laughing the whole time with glee. I was squealing by then, and my ass bounced all over the place, but I didn't cry "Uncle". In truth, there was something about that thrashing that excited me. It stung, sure, but it was also extremely arousing for some reason unknown to me.
Finally, Gunther stopped and admired his handiwork, declaring that my "pussy" was now pink enough to begin. He took his black belt and wrapped it around my legs just above my knees, and buckled it snugly so my legs were pressed tightly together. He reached into his bag again, and I could hear a bottle top being unscrewed. The next thing I knew, he was rubbing some sort of oil all over my pink, tender ass cheeks. It felt so soothing, I wanted to thank him, but I didn't dare speak. He spread my ass cheeks, and dripped more oil down my crack. I wiggled my butt in silent approval, and he slipped his fat finger into my dark passage, working more fluid deeper inside. Another grab into the bag, and he pulled out what looked like a rubber cock. I didn't have to wait long to find out what he had in mind. He poured oil all over it, and rubbed it up and down my ass crack, slowly parting my cheeks and then working it slowly into my opening. As he gently penetrated my sphincter, he explained that he was "training my pussy". I concentrated on accepting his personal intrusion with as little pain as possible, and I was surprised that the plastic dick slid in smoothly without much discomfort. I figured it was because of my earlier "training" with the beer bottle.
I could sense that Gunther was getting more and more excited, as he fed the entire shaft deep into my forbidden channel. I was getting hotter and hotter as well, and I groaned out loud with pleasure. He must have liked that, because he fucked me even harder and faster with his play toy, as he stroked his erection wildly. Abruptly, he pulled it all the way out and walked around to the other side of the table and knelt on the bench, his cock swinging. He raised my head up and shoved the slick dildo into my mouth, and commanded me to suck it clean. Satisfied, he replaced the toy with his meat, plunging his cock deep in my mouth, causing me to gag on it. Gunther either didn't know or he didn't care. He just kept pounding his cock down my throat, and talking about "breeding my mouth". I wasn't sure what he meant, as I tried to concentrate on not losing control of my stomach.
He finally pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air, and he took his place behind me once again. He immediately spread my cheeks and pressed his saliva-coated cock head on my lubed opening and pushed forward slightly. It went right in without any pain this time. Seeing that I didn't budge, he started to pump in and out, slowly increasing his stroke with each movement. He reached around in front of me, and grasped my hard young cock in his hand. He began jerking me off, and I thought I was going crazy, it felt so good. I was aware of feeling like he was filling me up inside, and I loved it. I began pushing back towards him in rhythm with his thrusts, and in a few minutes, he was driving his stiff rod deep into my ass while I pushed back to meet him halfway. He held my hips tightly and slammed his prick into me again and again, yelling "Fuck that Pussy!" "Yes!" "I'm gonna BREED that Pussy of yours!" He fucked me so deep and hard, I thought I was going to pass out, but when he squeezed my hips in his fingers, his body stiffened up and he grunted loudly.
I could feel his hot cream squirting into my "pussy"; spurt after spurt...it felt like a gallon of his hot cum filled my rectum. When he was finished, he continued to hold onto me, and he left his cock in my ass for several minutes. In between gasps of air, he laid down the law: I was now his Sissy Boy, and I would do anything he told me to do. When we got home, he would "hire" me to do chores and run errands. I was to obey him and tell no one. As I knelt there, feeling his hard shaft softening in my ass, I knew I would do anything I could to please him and serve him from that day on.
Finally spent, he helped me to my feet. My legs were shaking, and I was still wearing the heels. He helped me lower my panties to the ground, and I stepped out of them. He walked me around to the narrow end of the table, and bent me over, spreading my legs. He stepped back to get a better view of my exposed "pink pussy" bent over the picnic table wearing those sexy high heels. He knelt down right there in the dirt and locked his lips onto my dripping ass and sucked it clean. I never knew any sensation like that, and it made my knees buckle a little.
When he was finished, he helped me to stand up, and he led me onto the bench, and up onto the table, telling me to stand up and hold my negligee up. He knelt on the bench in front of me, and took my screaming cock deep into his mouth. It was all I could do to stay standing, wobbly as I was in those heels. His hot mouth felt so good, and his gentle but firm sucking caused me to explode into his mouth in no time at all. My head swooned and spun around wildly. It was the most intense feeling I had ever felt, and I hoped it would last forever.He held onto my legs and kept sucking until my cock finally went soft in his mouth. Still holding onto my legs to help support me, he looked up at me, smiling.
As my twitching legs regained their strength and I came back down to earth, I realized that my bladder was not only full of my beer, but Gunther's beer too. All of a sudden, I was about to burst with pee. I motioned to get down off the table, but Gunther held on tight. As I squirmed in his grasp, he looked me in the eye and winked at me. He positioned his face close to my flaccid dick and slowly opened his mouth and waited. To be honest, I was shocked beyond words. But, there didn't seem to be any question what he wanted, and I was his servant now, so I felt I had no choice.
It took only a few seconds, and my little dick was releasing buckets of hot frothy pee right into the old man's mouth. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, but his mouth was wide open, and he didn't miss a drop. It felt like several minutes that my piss stream gushed out into his mouth. Gunther seemed thrilled, and he grinned widely when I was done. He helped me down without comment, and led me back to his tent. He undressed me and put the outfit back into his suitcase and locked it. He began to take off my makeup and earrings, and soon my face was clean and back to normal.
Strangely, after cleaning off the eye makeup, he put the fake eyelashes back on me, and told me to keep them on for the rest of the trip. I just nodded, with a confused look on my face. We busied ourselves with gathering firewood and preparing dinner for the hikers who would be arriving back at camp shortly. He was pretty quiet, but I could tell his mind was in overdrive: he pulled me close and whispered that whenever I needed to pee to let him know first. Then, almost as if he'd forgot something important, he pulled me over to the picnic table again, laid down, and told me to sit on the bench in front of him.
As I took my place, he presented his semi-hard cock to me and told me to clean it off with my mouth. He said he wanted me to taste my newly bred pussy juice on his cock. I was eager to please, and I just loved giving blowjobs, so I went to town on his cock, lapping up all the leftover cum until I made it stiff again. Just as I was about to start sucking him, he pulled his legs back, exposing his asshole to me. He needed no words, as I buried my face between his ass cheeks, and circled his dark spot with my tongue. As I began to thrust it deep into his hole, he grabbed his erection and began to pump it wildly. In a matter of minutes, he sat up and pulled my face towards his crotch. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, and he shoved his throbbing manhood into my mouth. As he pumped my throat full of his cum, the hikers rounded a turn in the path and walked right into our midst.
No one reacted in the least, as they watched me take Gunther's load down my throat. After all, Joey and I had been sucking all of their cocks since we got here, so they weren't really surprised. But, when I stood up and turned to face them, everyone had a curious, knowing look in their eyes. No one said a word; they just ambled towards the campfire, while Joey handed out beers. I didn't know what to make of their strange reactions, until I remembered about the eyelashes I was still wearing. Apparently they knew something had happened while they were gone, and they were right. I was no longer a free agent: I belonged to Gunther now. That made me smile to myself.
A MONTH LATER
When we got home, things were different. I no longer worked for Jason and Murray. I spent all my free time at Gunther's house. He only lived a few blocks from my house, only in the opposite direction. He more than kept his promise to give me fifty dollars towards my bike: the day after we got home from camping, he told me to bring my bike money over. By then, I was at least halfway to my goal. Without counting it, he drove me to the bike shop, where my beautiful red Schwinn with the chrome fenders sat waiting for me. Gunther put my money on the counter, and added enough of his money to pay it off in full. It not only had a mirror: he paid for lights and a big basket in front. He said the basket would come in handy when I would run errands for him.
I spent the rest of the summer working for Gunther, doing odd jobs around his house. My hours were 9:00AM to noon. Gunther would make us lunch, and we would "play" together for a few hours each afternoon, before I was free to enjoy riding my bike. I'd make sure I always got home in time for dinner with my mom before she had to go out again to her other job. Mom was so thankful that such a nice man took me under his wing. She used to worry about leaving me home alone so much. We had so much fun that summer: Gunther even introduced me to a couple of his retired friends, who came over a lot to play poker. They liked to play with me too. And they were very generous too, just like Gunther.
Now, I'm saving up to buy a car: A red Mustang with chrome bumpers...and two mirrors. | 3 |
106,382 | Daughter's Little Secret - Part 3 | Holy shit, I thought, as my situation became clearer to me. I didn't know who I feared most at that moment: Jake the dog with the deep growl and baring his teeth, or Joyce the mother, twirling that big strap-on around her finger, a sneer on her lips. I didn't even consider Jodie, and the fact that her mother had been secretly watching us go at it like a couple of oversexed rabbits.
"Turn around and face me, Tim," Joyce ordered. I did as I was told, and I was surprised that she laughed out loud while pointing to my flaccid member. "Boy, it didn't take long for your magnificent hard-on that you just buried in my daughter to shrivel up to nothing," she teased me with obvious glee and a sinister twinkle in her eye. "What...are you afraid of our little doggie here? He won't hurt you...unless I tell him to!" She threw her head back, now wild with power. She rattled the strap-on as she pointed towards her daughter, who remained silent throughout.
"Switch places on the weight bench with Jodie," she commanded. In no time, Jodie was standing somewhat tentatively beside her mother, who directed me to lie on my back. She enlisted Jodie's help in tying my hands beneath the bench. They folded my legs back until my knees touched my chest, and then tied them tightly, over my legs and under the bench, rendering me unable to move. When I began to protest, Jake growled at me, and I wisely shut up. He sounded like he really meant business, and he was pretty nasty to me since he first laid eyes on me the day before.
"Here, Jodie, put this on," she told her daughter, as she threw the strap-on in her direction. I was still in a daze, things were happening so fast, so it didn't really hit me until Joyce leaned over and spit on my exposed dark star, and began to rub her saliva around my tender opening. She looked up and saw that her daughter stood at the ready. Joyce pulled her daughter closer by grabbing the dildo and dragging her towards me. She spit on her hand, and rubbed it on the shaft, then aimed the head right at my ass. By now Jake stood nearby, ready to protect and defend, in case I got out of line. I wasn't relishing what was about to happen, but I thought it was probably better to shut up and take it. I didn't want to give that dog even the slightest excuse to harm me.
Jodie slowly pushed the head into my tightly clenched ass hole, but her mother stood behind her and pushed her hips forward, and I was completely impaled in an instant. I yelled out in surprise and pain, causing the dog to bark like crazy until Joyce told him to hush up.
"There you go, dear, let's give him a good ass fucking, just like he did for us," Joyce told her, giggling at her own little joke. As Jodie stepped up the pace, I was kind of beginning to enjoy watching her nubile frame jerking back and forth over my helpless torso. Her firm tits swayed proudly with each thrust. The intense pain that I had felt initially was now tolerable, and I suppose Joyce caught a glimpse of my crooked little smile, as I took my punishment in silence. I was shocked when she slapped my face hard: "You wipe that grin off your face NOW, mister! You're not supposed to be enjoying this!"
With that, she straddled the bench, and my body, and faced toward her daughter. She squatted right down on my mouth, and I immediately tasted her warm juices that had been building up since she watched me pound her teen daughter's ass so intensely. She put her hands on my knees, and moved her wetness all over my face, but mostly concentrating on rubbing her clit across my teeth. It was bad enough that I could no longer see, but I was also having trouble trying to catch my breath, with her writhing all over my mouth and nose. I tried to moan, to make my distress known, but all she did was reach back, spread her ass cheeks, and push back, trapping my nose with her rosebud, and grinding her hot cunt into my mouth. In desperation, I tried to push my body up towards her, in an effort to dislodge her, like a bucking bronco might do to its rider.
"Oh, Jodie, he must really be excited that you are reaming his faggot asshole; look at how hard he's jumping up and down underneath me!" she exclaimed, wild-eyed. It must have excited Jodie, because she banged away at my ass, burying that dildo to the hilt. Lucky for me, they both managed to arrive at the peak of ecstasy at the same time, and they came in what seemed like buckets: at least Joyce did, as she damn near drowned me with her pussy juice, besides almost smothering me at the same time.
If I thought it was all over, I was dead wrong. When Joyce got off my face, Jodie stepped out of the strap-on and took her mother's place; only she sat the opposite way on my face. "Now, lick my pussy clean," she demanded. Wow, I finally realized that Jodie was going to dominate me as much as her mother did. As I licked and sucked the teen girl's pussy, Joyce began teasing my cock, playing with it, and licking it back to life.
"That's better," she said to no one in particular, "but I'll bet I can make it even bigger." With that, she picked up a leather strap, held my mostly erect cock at the base, and delivered a series of slaps to the shaft and head. I tried to protest, but Jodie was still riding my mouth. The way she clutched my hair, I knew she was close to another orgasm, and I began to taste her climax juices, as she squirmed and rubbed her clenched pussy all over my face, her sweet cunt shuddering shamelessly on top of my overworked mouth.
In the meantime, Joyce continued to whip my cock until it was throbbing and fully erect. Jodie finally dismounted, breathing rapidly. Joyce looked at her and said: "Hmmm, I wonder what we can do with this?" as she waved my erection at her daughter. Unbeknownst to be, Joyce had a small duffle bag on the floor nearby. She bent over exposing her dripping slit to me while reaching into the bag. With something in her hand, she stood up, allowing me to see the long chain emanating from the bag. Moving closer and standing over me, I saw that what she had and what she intended to do was place this buckling cock ring with attached chain to my now rigid member. About three foot in length, it appeared we were going to play a game like "follow the leader" and I was definitely not the leader! With great agility and purpose, she slapped it on me like a seasoned wrangler at a rodeo, all the while, I lay helpless. Jodie appeared in a state of awe, like a student absorbing the details from her teacher. With her fine ass facing me, I desired more than ever to get up and take a bite, but alas, I was powerless; not to mention Jake sitting close by, attentive to my every move.
My erection still powerful, the girls began to take turns whipping it some more while Joyce held the leash. Jodie would giggle when she saw my cock twitch after each slap of the strap. Her mother would almost glare at her, indicating her need for serious play. But somehow she was accepting, letting her soft side rule for her daughter's (and hopefully my) sake. My penis now red with stress and stinging strikes, they began talking in hushed tones to each other. My body ached from clenching and tensing up in preparation of each blow. I laid there exhausted with a slight ringing in my ears and the murmuring coming from these two black widows. I was so tired.
Suddenly a great comfort came over me and I felt a smooth and wet feeling slowly engulf my cock. I lifted my head up and opened my eyes to witness Jodie slowly descending on my rod, her hands appearing to be pulled behind her back, hair dangling upon her shoulders and teasingly tickling my balls. Slowly up and down she went, giving me a gentle oral pleasure. Directly behind her stood Joyce in a militant stance, hands on her hips, looking down at her faithful minion. "Yes, go on, young one, taste his strength and pull it from him.....get him close to releasing his power," she urged. Jodie continued her pace, eyes downward. Soon, it was my body motions and subtle moans that gave it away that I was close to cumming. My first mistake was to acknowledge this and soon as the words escaped my lips, Joyce abruptly pulled Jodie's hair, yanking her face from my crotch as my dripping wet cock just twitched and shook with the need to blow.
"WAIT!" Joyce shouted. Realizing that this command was for me, I again tensed up and tightened my PC muscles and took a deep breath. It took all my energy to contract my lower abdomen region and squeeze tight. Suddenly I felt a firm pressure between my anus and my scrotum. Joyce was there, putting pressure on my perineum with her two fingers, easing my urge to shoot my load. Another breath and my cock began to subside and curve to the east. As I lay there feeling like I was in a massage parlor under a professional's care, catching my breath, a sudden jolt of lightening hit my flaccid cock. My entire body tensed and I grit my teeth and let out a scream.
"AHHHHHHH!" I shouted as tiny stars danced before my eyes. "Wake up! Now...We need you harder than before!Joyce screamed. Jake jumped to his feet and stood close by, offering two quick barks, as if concurring with his master. Jodie was holding the strap, doling out the punishment, a starry look in her eyes. "I don't want to try and shove that weak excuse for a cock in my ass...I need a rod of steel to fuck me now...do you hear me?" Her face contorted to a snarl, but she still looked attractive, and suddenly my cock began to spring back to life. I almost did not understand it myself. How are they doing this to me? What have I become?
With my flesh stick now moving towards 100% capability, Joyce stood in front of me, did a 180-degree turn, and spread her ass cheeks. Slowly, she moved her glistening pucker to the tip of my penis, all the while balancing on her stilettos. Reaching a hand behind her back, she guided my shaft straight at her point of entry. Easing down on my cock, her anus stretched over me with ease and lubrication as she let out a deep groan of delight. Grabbing the sides of the bench, she began to attempt to "extract my power" once more.
"You see Jodie; this is how you do it, babe. You let them know...who...uhhhahh...is in...charge...oooohhh yeahhh!" Joyce breathed exhaustively. Jodie, now holding the leash on my cock buckling, gave a little tug, letting me know she was still in the room. Jodie nodded to her mother and then proceeded to walk towards my head. She reached out her hand and caressed my chest, running her fingers through my hair. She was smiling, those teen lips so bright and plump, while her mother plunged her ass on my rod. With a swift motion, Jodie reached up and slapped my face, leaving me with a stinging cheek. Joyce moaned with delight, enjoying the sound of the slap and my cock in her ass. Jodie now stood above me, her sweet-scented mound only six inches above me. She looked down upon me with contempt, her hands on her hips, thighs practically touching my ears.
"So you like fucking my mom, huh Tim?" she squealed. "What do you like more, my pussy or her ass?" she urged. With that, a stream of her saliva came down, hitting me on my lips. Sputtering with this liquid on my face and dripping into my nostril, I heard her laugh at her own question, knowing full well not to dare answer. Reaching down once again, she rubbed her saliva all over my face, and I actually found comfort in this. Jodie seemed like her mind was entering another world, such was the eerie look in her eyes.
Luckily (I think), Joyce brought her back around by insisting that they get me to change positions:
"Jodie, honey, help me get Tim to stand up now. I want him to pump my ass doggy style, would you like to see that, baby?" she asked her thoroughly aroused daughter. Jodie seemed downright gleeful at the thought of it.
"Oh yeah, mommy, let's do it!" she answered excitedly. I was kind of happy for the change of position, so I was the picture of cooperation. It felt good to stand up and stretch my legs, but I was put right back to work. Joyce got down on her knees in front of me, but facing away, her ass up in the air, waving at me to continue. But first, she grabbed Jodie's hand and pulled her around in front of her face.
"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, I have a surprise for you while you watch Tim finish me off," she told her somewhat mysteriously.
"Now Tim, be a good little fuck slave, and ram your hard cock into my ass again!"
I will admit I was more than a little aroused by the scene as it began to play out: Jodie's eyes were wide and kind of dreamy, as she watched me plow her mother's ass. But even I was shocked when Joyce pulled her daughter closer and began to hungrily suck her juicy mound.
"OH MY GOD, MOM!" Jodie gasped, "OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" She ground her teen pussy into her mother's face, holding onto her head and pressing her dripping cunt into her mouth as she writhed in ecstasy. The view from my position was exquisitely sublime. I couldn't help but increase the intensity of my pace as I watched the incredibly taboo scene unfold before my eyes. I wasn't sure how much longer I could continue before shooting my load, but there were more surprises in store.
Almost simultaneously, Joyce released her lip lock on her daughter's sex, pulled Jodie down by her neck until she was bent over her mother's body, even as she pulled my cock out of her ass with her other hand.
"Feed your cock to her, Tim!" she commanded excitedly, "make her gag on it!"
Shocked as she was, Jodie willingly opened her mouth wide and eagerly received my shaft into her mouth. I couldn't tell what her reaction was to the taste of her mother's ass because she kept her eyes closed. She struggled to accept my offering in the back of her throat, but she didn't try to pull away. This excited me to no end, and apparently Joyce loved it too:
"That's it, Tim, fuck her throat! Pound her face! The little slut may be my daughter, but she's still a slut! Treat her like the teenage whore she is!"
With that, I jammed as much of my cock as I could down her throat, until she gagged and pulled back, and gushed saliva on her mothers' back, choking and coughing, with tears running down her red cheeks.
"Good, honey, nice job! You're a natural born cocksucker! Now Tim, finish me off, YES! Fill momma's rectum full of your hot cum!" Joyce ordered.
Jodie stood up straight, legs still spread wide, as she struggled to regain her composure. Of course, I did what I was told and went back to fucking Joyce's quivering ass.
Now back to my piston-like action in Joyce's Oh-So-Soft tunnel of love, the pressure to explode began to build again. I felt the strong need to please both these women and found myself trying to hold back and only bury my love load upon command. Jodie knelt down near her mother and began to massage her back, intently watching the faces her mother was making while getting her desired ass reaming.
Joyce said something to Jodie I could not hear, and Jodie pressed her ear closer to Joyce's mouth. I was concentrating so hard on the task at hand I could not make out what she was saying. I only heard the giggle of Jodie as she rose to her knees and picked up the strap from the floor. With more moaning from my new "master," I fought another urged to blow my load by tensing my sphincter muscle and clenching my eyes tight. When I opened my eyes, Jodie was gone.
"Don't you go limp on me, Tim! You still have a delivery you promised...and NOT...YET!"
She began to pull away, hold for a second or two, and then forcibly shove her ass backwards, impaling herself on my crazed and confused cock. The feeling of nausea started to overtake the feeling of pleasure. I was determined to make this happen the way Joyce intended it, placing my trust in her.
"Jodie?? Go ahead!" she exclaimed, and a sudden intense pain stung at my buttocks. "Shit!!" I exclaimed as I realized what had just happened. Jodie had walked behind me with the strap and laid one on me. Seconds later, another blow hit my rear and it caused me to buck further into my motion, burying even deeper, if that was possible, into Joyce's rectum.
"Ahhhhh! Yesssss!" Joyce reverberated through the room. "Ok, Tim, you will fill me up with cum in only seconds from now....you will know when to let it go...." She breathed heavily, exhausted from this intense pounding. I will know when? What kind of game was this? I was bordering on annoyed when suddenly Jodie's hot breath and warm wet tongue was lapping up my wounds on my ass. I felt myself slowing down and pushing my ass back to meet her tongue bath of healing power, and just as I let my guard down, I felt something push about three inches into my hole. "Ohhh man, ggrrr...ahhhh!" and with that, my cock simply blew the hardest and continued load of my life. Ignoring the three fingers that Jodie had up my asshole, I pushed deep into Joyce, overflowing her brown star with gallons of creamy goodness. With cum dripping down to her legs, she moaned with delight and sounded sexier than ever.
After the last push, I collapsed to the floor, and my body entangled with Joyce. She smiled up at me while she slid to lay flat against the floor. Jodie padded over to us, her firm tits pressed against her mother's back as she lay next to her. She reached over and tugged on my super-sensitive cock, pulling off some cum and smearing it on her lips, closing her eyes and moaning, her mouth hanging open.
Jake simply whimpered in the corner, looking bored and non-interested in what was happening. The three of us just smiled at each other. Joyce was the first to speak and asked Jodie if she was good. Jodie nodded and caressed her mother's arm lovingly. Joyce looked at me and said "Well, Tim," in a soft and motherly tone, "you see what you can do when you put your mind to something" and gave off a devilish grin. "But I have to tell you..." she continued, "if you think your job is done here, you are sadly mistaken." | 4 |
106,418 | Our Swinging experience | Hey, I am Raja, and my wife is Megha. We were open about sex and wanted to try swinging as a part of spicing up our married sex life. We had placed an ad on the web and were scanning the mails when my wife came up with the photograph of a handsome-looking man. His name was Pradeep, and he was from the same city we were, Mumbai. I contacted him, and we met one day. He was a real nice guy, but very shy, and my wife liked him very much.
The night we met, we all had a great conversation, and I could tell Megha was very turned on by him; but we both also knew nothing would happen that night! Our eventual goal was to find someone like Pradeep as a long-term friend and lover, so we were both more than patient. Later that night/morning after Megha & I returned home, we fucked ourselves silly as we talked about how excited Pradeep had gotten her!! Megha came hard a couple of times as I talked about how Pradeep's lund would feel inside her, and how his cum might taste to her. She was really turned on!
Well, over a week passed before Pradeep called Megha at work one day. He said he wanted to meet us for dinner & drinks. I had to work late and couldn't make it, but I did encourage Megha to go, and so she accepted his invitation, and they planned to meet later that evening.
OH, before I go any further, maybe I should tell you a little about Pradeep! He was a nice-looking, and in his late twenties. Megha is 39, and I am 38 ..... younger men turn her on! He is about 5'8" and has a nice build, Dark black hair and deep black eyes. Although he is by no means a body-builder, his body looked like he did a little working out every now and then. The other thing Megha mentioned about him more than a few times was that as they talked, she could see a VERY nice bulge in his pants. And once or twice as they walked on a crowded road, she had felt the bulge on her gaand. For Megha, very nice meant he must be at least a little well-hung!!
The night they got together that first time was rather calm. The way things worked out, they did meet for dinner. They spent most of the time talking about each other and me. When they were talking, she had felt his legs touching her and his hands brushing her thighs. When I came home, Megha told me about the meeting. I was a little disappointed to learn that they just had a lot of talk, but I could also see (and feel) that my wife was VERY turned on!!!!!!!!!! AGAIN, we fucked like crazy that night as we talked of Pradeep.
A couple of more weeks pass, and again Pradeep calls, and again I have to work, so Megha meets him alone. This time, however, they go to a club where Megha & I go to. This time the meeting is MUCH more erotic, and there is a LOT of kissing and touching. BUT again the evening ends with nothing more than some heavy petting, and Megha getting to rub his hard lund through his pants as they sit in his car THEN she heads home to me. AGAIN we fuck ourselves silly that night!
Well, "I" decided to try and speed the things, so I contacted Pradeep. I told him how turned on Megha is, and that it's ok if he wants to fuck her. Megha listens to me as I talk and then practically rapes me on the spot.
A few days later, Pradeep calls her at work. It seems that Pradeep had been out of town on business, and that is why he hadn't called. The day he called, he also sent an e-mail to Megha explaining his lack of contact. He ended the e-mail by telling her how much he missed her sweet kisses. Megha was HOT! He also told her that he'd like to meet again for dinner. This was a Sat night, and I didn't have to work, but I let Megha go alone because she wanted to and I wanted her to.
That night, Megha got home around 2 am. Again, I was naked in bed waiting. I can always tell when "something" has happened, because she doesn't go into the bathroom right away to wash her face; instead, she jumps in bed after tearing her clothes off and fucks me silly! That's what happened that night~~~~~!!!!! As my lund slid into her wet hole, she groaned and told me of her evening with him. She and Pradeep had met as usual for drinks and dinner. After dinner, they went in through his car, and as they sat in the car, she and Pradeep were all over each other. In the past, their "make-outs" had been restricted to mutual groping through clothes and some heavy kissing, but tonight it was different. No sooner were they in the car, and their mouths locked together, and then when they were a bit out of town, Megha's shirt was open, her bra undone, and Pradeep was sucking her nipples. She, in turn, had his lund out of his pants and was stroking him as he sucked her breasts and fingered her.
Megha & I fucked like crazy as she was telling me all this ...... at that point, she did tell me that his lund was "a little bigger than mine", but that is all she really said while describing the details of their hot & heavy petting. As my lund filled her, Megha told me of how Pradeep had her nipple sucked in his mouth. She had her hand around his lund, pumping him, and he was fingering her choot like mad. Ohhhhhhhh, she had worn shalwar and no panties that night in anticipation of this possibly happening. ANYWAY, her mouth then replaced her hand, and she sucked her new lover off. It didn't take long before he was filling her mouth with his cum! She sucked and swallowed his hot load, and he fingered her to an orgasm!
Nothing more happened that night. After they both calmed down a bit, Pradeep sent her home! To say she was disappointed would have been an understatement, but it was late, and they both had cum.
Over the next week, Megha couldn't stop talking about Pradeep, and we made love every night. On Friday night, Pradeep came over to our house! Megha & Pradeep spent little time talking about me during their "get together". And after their last meeting, the two of them hatched a Plan without letting me know about it. Pradeep was due to be transferred to his new job very soon, the following week, and they both knew that it would probably be the last time they would be getting together, so Megha sent our kids off for the weekend, and she and Pradeep planned our "get together".
I got home from work that Friday around 6pm. I found a note from Megha pinned to a towel on the couch....... it read:
"Go to the kitchen and get the bottle of wine from the fridge." "Pour yourself a glass, and then go upstairs, and take a hot bath." "I'll talk to you later" "Love, Megha"
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I did as I was told, but I also searched the house over before taking my bath. But there was no sign of Megha. I took my bath, and enjoyed my wine, and then I heard laughter coming from the bedroom. I got out of the bathroom, dried myself off; grabbed my wine and headed for the bedroom with shaky legs! Between the hot water and the wine, I was nice and relaxed and had a very nice intoxication! As I opened the door to the bedroom, I saw Pradeep & Megha sitting on the bed. They were both fully clothed, but they had been doing a little more than talking! Pradeep's shirt was undone, and there were a few red lipstick marks on his chest ...... Megha's shirt was undone, her braless breasts exposed, and her nipples were sticking out hard!
They both looked a little "flushed", and they both smiled as they saw me open the door.
Megha was the first to speak as she greeted me: "Hi darling Hubby", she said. "Come on and join the party". Then Pradeep spoke, "Megha & I have been doing a little warming up!"
I entered the bedroom, and then Megha motioned for me to sit in the easy chair across from the bed. I sat down, and then Megha got up and walked over to me, her breasts swinging as she walked, and then she leaned over, kissed me deeply, and squeezed, my now hard lund through the towel around my waist.
"I want you to sit back, and enjoy the show."; she told me.
Pradeep then got up and joined her beside me, and it was then that I noticed the scarves he had been hiding behind his back!! I must have jumped a little, because Megha tightened her grip on my lund, and told me to just be still! With that, Pradeep tied a scarf around one of my wrists, and then the other. He then bound both arms to the arms of the chair so that I couldn't move my arms!! I was torn, because I didn't know if I wanted to do this, but at the same time Megha was stroking my lund firmly, and making me feel sooooo good!! Pradeep then bound each of my legs, spread open, to the scarves that stretched from my bound wrists!
Megha smiled and said: "Hummmmm baby, your lund is harder than ever ... you must be liking this!" She was right! My lund was HARD!! With that, she released her grip on my throbbing erection, and she and Pradeep walked back over to the bed!! As soon as they stood at the foot of the bed, they embraced and started kissing! Although their mouths were close, I could see their tongues as they licked and kissed each other. Then they started stripping each other's clothes off.Megha was naked first, and I could swear I could see her choot juices flowing. Pradeep was down to his underwear, and then Megha used both hands and pulled them off.
Either my little slut had been teasing me, or she was just a natural tease. When Pradeep's lund sprang free, I saw that HE WAS HUGE!! I was always quite proud of my 7-inch, and what I felt was my unusually thick lund, BUT.. Pradeep was at least 2 inches longer than me, and half an inch thicker! I must have let out a gasp because Pradeep just smiled, and turned to look at me and said:
"What's the matter? Afraid of how much Megha is going to like this?" I just sat there, bound, and with my mouth open, unable to speak! It wasn't just the size of his lund that had me speechless, but his balls were also twice the size of mine, and I know how much that turns Megha on too!
When I didn't answer, Pradeep turned his attention back to Megha. With both of them naked now, they started kissing once again. I watched as Megha's hand wrapped around his thick lund, and she started stroking him. Pradeep lowered his mouth to her left breast and started sucking her nipple! (her left is the most sensitive) Megha groaned, and stroked him faster. Then Pradeep started a dialogue that he kept up throughout their entire love-making. His lips broke from her nipple, and he said:
"You think this lund is big enough for you, Megha?"
Megha hissed through clenched teeth:
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh God, yes!!!"
With that, Pradeep commanded her to get on her knees and "suck him". There wasn't even a second's hesitation on Megha's part! Sinking to her knees, Megha's tongue licked his massive head, and then her lips parted, and she sucked him in her mouth!!! Even though I couldn't touch myself, my lund felt the sucking, back and forth in time to Megha's bobbing head and sucking mouth on Pradeep's lund. Even though Pradeep was not at all touching her, Megha moaned, and groaned, and made sighing sounds as those hot lips and tongue sucked his lund like it was the best thing she ever tasted. Pradeep's head was tilted back, and his eyes were closed as he enjoyed my wife's "oral" skills. After a few minutes, Pradeep looked right at me and said:
"God, this slut wife of yours can suck. Sali kaisa choos rahi hai mera lund!" and with that, he came, and emptied his cum into her mouth. I could see Megha swallowing his cum, and she moaned again as he emptied his balls into her mouth! His back arched, and he shot load after load into her eager mouth! She swallowed EVERY DROP! When he was finally finished cumming, she lovingly licked his lund clean, and then licked his balls tenderly.
I thought my lund was going to explode as I watched her make love to his balls with her sticky lips & tongue! Then he pushed her away and helped her over to me, and placed her hand on my lund.
"Pump your husband's little pecker, slut," he told her; "But don't let him cum."
Megha did as she was told. After a few minutes' rest, Pradeep joined her. He watched for a couple of minutes, and then he stood. His now semi-hard lund was only inches from my face, and he looked down at Megha and told her to tell me to kiss his lund and make it hard so he could fuck his wife with it! His lund touched my lips; I kissed it, and then he looked at me and asked Megha to do the rest. Megha sucked on his lund, and in between, I kissed it many times, the same lund that was about to enter my wife's choot! It didn't take him long to get fully erect again, and when he did, he grabbed Megha's hand and led her back to the bed. She never even looked back at me as he pulled her down, and she spread her legs wide for him. Pradeep was good at teasing, and he slowly rubbed the head of his lund across her clit and between her wet choot lips, but didn't stick it in her yet! Megha was moaning, and her hips were grinding as she tried to get his lund inside her. Finally, he slowed his teasing, and then he reached under her and grabbed her ass and slowly slid his lund into her!!!! She almost screamed, as she moaned and said:
"Yes....oh God, yes! Fuck my choot! Chodo muze! Ohhhh, dekho mera pati ye saab dekh raha hai aur uska bhi lund khada ho raha hai!" They looked at my growing lund and smiled.
Pradeep was in control, but he didn't just slam into her choot. He knew exactly what he was doing, as he slowly slid each massive inch inside my wife!! He was taking his time, and it was driving her crazy with lust!!!!! I watched as her legs spread wide, and her hands clutched his ass, trying to draw him deeper inside her. When he finally had his full length in her, I saw Megha begin to shake; her nipples got even harder, and she breathed in short gasping breaths. She was cumming! Pradeep smiled a deep and warm smile, and he remained still, buried all the way in her as her hips bucked and she gasped that she was cumming! He rode her through her orgasm, and then he started slowly fucking her.
NOW, I've been able to bring her off in one climax...and then a few minutes later bring her to another...but this was different!!!!! It was like her climax never ended!!!!! For almost ten minutes, she bucked and fucked back at him, and would slow for a minute, and then pant that she was cumming again! I guess this was truly what women call a multiple orgasm! I know it was at least 10 minutes, because I could feel every tick of the clock as my own lund throbbed to the seconds. I truly felt deep love that she was being satisfied in a different, and even possibly better way than she ever had before!
It was such a turn-on to watch as she lost total control and let her body enjoy all of the sensations she was experiencing! Again, Pradeep let her ride through several orgasms, and when she did slow a bit, he withdrew. I could see the look on Megha's face as the object of her pleasure was taken away, but I knew Pradeep had other plans! After he pulled his lund from her, he flipped Megha over on her stomach. He then grabbed a pillow and slid it under her pelvis. This meant she was still resting on her tummy on the bed, but her ass was now sticking very invitingly into the air. She in turn wiggled down and stuck her ass up even further, and BEGGED him to fuck her!!!!!
"Please, Please, Please, fuck my choot," she kept begging..until he again slipped his lund inside her!!!!!!!!!!!! She sighed, and said:
"God, I need your lund badly! Chodo muze!"
He then became a little more forceful in his thrusting, and as he did, he grasped her hair and pulled her head up. It was by no means a rough treatment...just two lovers in the heat of passion! AND she loved it! I'd never seen her like this, ass thrusting back to meet every thrust he made, his hand pulling her hair as he fucked into her......and then the ultimate turn-on was when he kept asking/telling her that he always knew she would like being fucked hard like an animal, and all she could say was yes, yes, yes, YES!!!
It seemed like another twenty minutes, and several more orgasms for Megha later, that Pradeep's balls began to tighten up. His tempo increased, and his balls slapped Megha's ass even harder and faster..and then he tensed. I could see his lund begin to pulse, and he started cumming inside Megha's choot. All she could do was hold on and scream OOOOOOOHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS!AAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Both of their bodies were hot & sweaty, and her choot was a wet mess, and his lund covered with both of their juices as they lay in a heap on the bed together!!!!!!!!!!!! After a few soft kisses.....Pradeep again helped Megha up, and the two of them walked over to me. When Pradeep stuck his lund in my face, I didn't hesitate! I licked and sucked him clean of my wife's juices and his cum......as I did this, I was FINALLY rewarded with her wet mouth sucking my lund in, and I exploded in less than five seconds!!!!!!!!!!!! Megha sucked all of my cum down; I cleaned Pradeep's lund...and then Megha squatted above me and I cleaned her choot up too!!!!!!!!!!! When it was all over, I don't think any of us had the energy to speak for several minutes!!!!!
WELL, I was untied, and Megha & I snuggled on the bed as Pradeep dressed. We all said our goodnights, and then Pradeep was out the door. Both Megha & I knew that this was probably the last time we would see him............His new job was not only in a different city...but in a different country. Megha did get to meet him a couple of days later, before he did actually leave......she spent the night with him..on his final night here.
At first, she was a little nervous that I might have been hurt or upset at her totally wild passion for Pradeep and his lund......but we both know how much we love each other.....And as she has shared other women with me, and we have shared other couples together, there is no way I could or would ever be upset by seeing her truly enjoy herself the way she did with Pradeep. | 3 |
106,460 | SIMI fucks for me | HEY FRIENDS, I am writing this for the pleasure of all the cocks and cunts, so jack off or finger the pussies while you read this account. I took Simi for a ride in Mumbai city. She was wearing tight jeans (cut-off jeans), showing her sexy thighs to all, and a tight, thin T-shirt, without a bra, showing her nipples poking out. She has small, firm 32-inch breasts.
We went to Bandra and were roaming around. I could see all male eyes penetrating her and looking at her body with lust. I love Simi and love to show off her body too. Then we went to a beer bar and sat down drinking beer. I observed a group of boys next to us drinking beer and had an idea. I told Simi to unbutton the upper two buttons of the T-shirt and show some flesh to them. She did not agree to this. I was annoyed and called her a Whore, and poured some beer into the opening of the T-shirt. She jumped and protested, "Oh Jeevan! Please don't do this to me here. I will obey you. Please!" I told her to go below the table on the pretext of collecting her fallen hanky and to lick my feet. She went below the table, dropping her hanky, and licked my feet for just a minute. While she was doing this, I kicked her jaw, and she cried in pain and got up.
The boys heard this and looked at us. I smiled at them in return and called one of the boys. He came to our table and sat down. His name was Tony, and he was 22 years old. I introduced Simi to him and told him that she was available if any of them were interested. He was stunned and looked at me in disbelief. I told him that I was serious and that we were willing to come with them to any place they wanted. He got up and went to his friends. They discussed this, and then Tony came to me and asked how much they had to pay for Simi. I told him, "Friend! If you are all going to enjoy her, you have to pay Rs. 1000/- per head, and she will do anything you like. But you must allow me to watch and even participate in this." "OK, sir, I agree. Here, take this 5000/- rupees. We five would be taking you to my place, so let's start." "Yes, by all means. But collect some booze, 2 bottles of Rum and whatever you like, OK?"
So we started to his house. Simi was delighted and thanked me for arranging this. We went to Tony's house at 7:00 PM and sat in the hall. Tony introduced his friends to us, but I won't go into their names, but call them as No. 1, 2, etc. We started to drink the booze, and Simi too took rum along with me. I told them that Simi was my whore, slut, and will do anything I tell her. They were surprised and wanted to see, so I told Simi to stand up. "Come on, SLUT, show them how much you love your master." "Oh, Master! I love you! What should I do for you, Master?" "Come on, Slut! Lick my boots! But first, undress for the guys. They are paying you for this. Come on. Take off that shirt first and show them your dirty tits." Simi started to unbutton her shirt and slowly removed all buttons, shaking the tiny, firm breasts for us. The breasts were not sagging but moved as a solid mass. She came to me and, with her T-shirt, cleaned my boots and licked the soiled shirt. The boys were stunned and clapped for this. Then she held her breasts with her hands and kneaded them. She was really excited by all this, and I could sense this by her excited, dreamy eyes. "Come on, Slut! Rub the breasts on everybody's face and give them the silky feel of it. RUB!" Simi went to each boy and rubbed her breasts on their surprised faces. They fondled them, rubbed her nipples, and even pressed them like a horn. I called Tony and told him to pull her nipples hard. He did it, and Simi cried in pain. I got up and slapped her for crying out. Then I told Tony to bring a small nylon rope so that the slut will behave properly. I took the rope and went to Simi. She was trembling with fear and said, "Master! I am sorry. I won't cry or protest again. Please don't punish me. Oh, Master! Please." "You Slut! You deserve this. I am going to tie your breasts for this so that they will give you pain all the time, SLUT." I told Tony to hold her breast and put a big knot around the fleshy breast, so that her breast was tied at the base. I pulled the knot tight so that her breasts would be cut off blood supply for some time. Thus, I did this for both the breasts. Her breasts looked real nice with the knot making the flesh come out into the breasts, and they stood straight high, with the hard nipples topping. Then I went to the couch and told each one to go to the slut and slap the hard breasts. Tony went first and, with the flat of his hand, hit the right breast hard on its side. Simi did not protest but said she loved it. Then he did the same for her left breast. And then both at the same time. I could see her white breasts turn red with the hitting, and she was moaning! The Slut was enjoying this! Each of the boys did this, and Simi's breasts were almost purple due to this assault and cut-off of blood supply. I went last and licked each breast slowly and tenderly, and Simi almost came! "Oh, Master, lick your slave's breasts! Make them happy! Oh, God! Please suck the nipples for your slave, Master! Oh, God! I am coming! Please allow me to come! My cunt is all wet for you, Master! Oh, Master, I am coming!" And Simi came, shaking her taut ass as I sucked her nipples. I let her come and then untied the ropes holding her breasts. Suddenly, the blood rushed in them, and we could see prominent veins running all over the tender surface of her breasts.
The boys were hard, and so I asked them to remove their clothes and be comfortable to receive their money's worth. Now I could see five hard cocks freed for release. The sizes were different, from 5 inches to 9 inches, and varied in thickness too, from 2 inches to 3.5 inches thick. Simi looked at those cocks and licked her lips in anticipation. I thought of giving all these cocks to my Slave, and my own cock jutted out, rock hard. But I had other ideas too.. I asked Tony to hang a rope through the Fan hook in such a way that I could pull it up and down as I wished. He asked why? I told him that I wanted them to get their lifetime fucking they will remember. I then asked my slut to remove the pants and stand naked before me. She was shaking with lust and fear too as she could not understand what I had in mind. I tied her hands above her head and then secured the rope in such a way that she was standing with her hands tied above her head. She looked helpless. The poor Slut. I called one boy and asked him to push his cock in her cunt in the standing position. He went to her and caught her breasts for support and, bending down, he thrust his cock right into the slut's dirty cunt. Oh! Was she wet! The entry of the cock forced away her cunt juice with a big noise, and it sprayed on his thighs. He started to fuck my slut like there was no tomorrow. Simi was moving her ass in rhythm to his fucking and looked at me, smiling at me and winking at me. She said, "Oh, Master! I want more cock! Please give one more cock in my ass. Oh, Master, I beg for it! Please." OK, slut, take it. I motioned another boy to fuck her ass. He almost ran to her back and, kneeling behind her, spread her ass cheeks, exposing the puckered asshole of my slut. I told him to spit on his cock and the asshole too. He spit there and made it slick with his saliva so that the slut could take his cock easily in her back door. He leaned back and pushed his cock in her asshole hurriedly, as if she was vanishing in moments. Simi cried in pleasure and tried to accommodate the big cock in her ass. The cock fucking her cunt stopped, and then the two boys adjusted the rhythm so that they could fuck the two holes simultaneously. They fucked her in earnest, and I helped them by adjusting the rope, so that my slut hung right in the position. Both the boys were holding on to Simi and fucking the hell out of the two holes. Simi was moaning in lust and in the throes of her orgasm. "Oh, what a fucking! Oh, Master, fuck my holes! See your dirty slut whore fucking two strangers. Oh, God! Oh, Master, I am coming!" and Simi came and then, exhausted, hung to the rope, her body loose with the climax. The boys caught her and fucked her fast now. They groaned and emitted their thick come in her cunt and asshole. After coming, their cocks went limp, and they struggled to lie on the couch, completely fucked out. I could see globs of thick come trickling out of Simi's cunt and asshole and down on her thighs. I went to her and scooped out some come from her asshole by inserting my finger and made her drink it. She licked my hand and drank all the come offered to her, licking her lips like a real slut whore. I then made her hang, lying down, with her hands and legs tied to the rope suspended from the ceiling.In this way, she was suspended in a lying position from the ceiling, and her three holes could be exploited. I called the remaining three guys and explained to them how to fuck the bitch in heat. I told Tony to go below Simi and insert his cock in her asshole (she was facing up), then another to fuck her cunt, and the third cock to be pushed in her mouth. All took positions and inserted their cocks in her well-lubricated cunt and ass. Simi grabbed the third cock in her mouth and hungrily sucked on it. I went to her and rubbed my cock on her boobs, watching the slut fucking all these cocks. Her entire body was moving to and fro with the fucking of her cunt and ass. She looked wonderful with all the cocks in her holes and swaying like the real slut she was. Her mouth was working furiously on the cock in her cunt, and she was really giving him a good time. Tony was in a very difficult position, fucking her cunt from below, and was all strained up. So I asked him to switch the positions, and the other one got below, and Tony took her asshole. This was so fast that one could not really observe this. I had a great time rubbing my cock on her firm boobs and left a trail of pre-come on both the boobs. The two who had fucked her previously got up and came to watch the show. I wanted my slut to do all nasty things, so I asked them if their bladders were full and if they wanted to piss. They looked at me and then the sluttish body of Simi. I told them to go ahead and piss on her body and give her a nice piss bath. They stood on either side of Simi and aimed their cocks at her boobs. Then I watched their ass muscles push out, and a thick stream of piss started to come out of their semi-hard cocks. Each landed on the boob and sprayed hot piss on them. The cock in her mouth came, and she hurriedly swallowed his come, and her throat muscles moved as she gulped it down. She expelled the now useless cock out of her mouth and gave attention to the new pleasure of piss. She moved her mouth from one direction to the other, catching the piss from each cock and drinking as much as she could. The slut enjoyed this piss bath and came twice on the cock in her cunt and asshole. Now Tony and the other boy came, watching all this show, and filled the slutty cunt and asshole of Simi. They too wanted to join the fun and removed their cocks and started to piss on her cunt and asshole. In a short time, piss was flowing from the body of my slut slave, and she came like a volcano. The room was now filled with the sex smell of come and piss. The slut really enjoyed it all and wanted more. My cock was now eager to fuck the come-filled cunt and ass of my whore, and I fucked her alternately in her cunt and asshole. Her cunt was loose and slippery with all the come it had swallowed, and her asshole was tight and hot too. I enjoyed fucking the asshole of the slut and then came in her mouth. She greedily swallowed my come and almost fainted in the same position in which she was hung. I untied her, and we all rolled her into the piss and come till her entire body was covered in the sticky come and piss. The boys were hard again, and they fucked her again in her cunt, ass, and mouth. While they fucked her all holes, I spanked her and told her she was a slut whore and dirty cunt. I abused her and then made her fuck the broom handle and give us a show. She gladly fucked her cunt with the huge broom handle and gave us a nice show of how dirty a whore she was. I even forced her to put the handle in her asshole and stretched it to the limit. | 6 |
106,462 | SEDUCTION OF FRIENDS DAUGHTER | Hey, this story contains adult material and sex between an older man and a young woman. This is for adult entertainment only and for private use only. Recently, I seduced the 19-year-old daughter of my friend, Tina, who comes to learn computers from me. She has a nice set of 35D breasts, is about 5'5" tall, has a small waist, and a big 37-inch ass. I am a nasty, sexy man.
One day, I copied a picture of a woman sucking a man's cock and accidentally pasted it on the screen while teaching Tina how to use Microsoft Word. She saw the picture and became curious, asking me what it was. I told her it was a dirty picture, but she insisted on seeing more. So, I showed her the various pornographic images I had on my computer, including group sex, lesbians, gays, and even bestiality. She looked at them with interest.
Then, I showed her an email I had written to a friend about having sex with my aunt. Tina read it and asked me how two women can love each other. I explained that they suck each other's pussies and press their breasts. She then asked me what a pussy and a cock are, and I explained them to her. She even asked me to show her my cock, and when I refused, she felt it over my pants. I then felt her pussy over her skirt, and we became more intimate, with her rubbing my cock and me touching her breasts and pussy.
We were about to have sex, but we were interrupted when my son came home. A few days later, I took Tina to an internet café and showed her more pornographic websites. I became very lustful for her, and one day, when I was dropping her off at college, I felt her breasts rubbing against my back. Another time, when she was home alone, I asked her about the previous incident, and she told me how she had pleasured herself while thinking about my cock. I then asked her to show me how she did it, and she did, right in front of me. We became even more intimate, and I eventually exposed my 9-inch circumcised cock to her, which she was fascinated by.Ohh, Tina... come on! Now Tina had the crown in her mouth and was licking it all over... Like she was an expert in this. Natural instinct... I pushed my hand in her skirt and removed her panties... and smelt it... Ohh, the erotic piss smell... made my cock swell... I pushed my hand over her bare cunt and felt it had become wet... I pushed one finger inside her cunt... "Ohh, Uncle, what are you doing?" "Ohhh, Uncle, it feels nice... Put that finger deeper, Uncle..." I put it deep and felt her hymen. My finger rubbed all over her vagina, and I pushed it to touch her hymen. "Ohh, Tina... you are a real virgin... I can feel your hymen... come, put your finger here." I took her finger and put it deep inside her yoni. "Ohh, Uncle, I feel some membrane here... Is it this, the hymen you said?" "Yes, Tina, that's the hymen. When a man puts his cock there, it breaks." "Ohh, Uncle, can you put your cock and break it?" "Not now," I said. "Ohh, Uncle, please... do it... I want that cock in me... It is so big, and my cunt is so small... will it hurt?" "Yes, Tina, it will... I will do it, I will fuck you, but not now... let me show you other things, baby..."
I spread the cunt lips and made her lay in a 69 position so that I had full access to her cunt. I put my tongue over the entire cunt and licked it all over the slit. "Uncle... ohh, nice... come on, Tina, suck it, suck my dick!" She did and took almost 4 inches in her mouth... her small mouth felt wonderful on my cock... so hot and so wet... Tina caught my balls in her hand. "Uncle, what are these two sacs?" "Ohh, baby, they are my balls, and the come is prepared there." "Ohh, Uncle, they are so nice... suck each ball in your mouth, Tina." Tina took my ball in her mouth and rotated her tongue all over it... it felt so good... then she again engulfed my cock in her oral cavity and sucked with newfound pleasure of rubbing the balls.
I pushed my tongue in her tiny vaginal hole... it was really wet and so small... I spread the newly developed labia and licked it all over... I licked her asshole too. "Ohh, Uncle... it feels nice..." "Ohh, Uncle... Ahh, what is happening to me, Uncle... ohh..." and believe me, she came... her small body jerked... her ass too jerked... and ohh, I came with this in her mouth... she gagged and spat it all on the floor... I got up and watched her innocent body heaving... in her first come... Her nipples had been hard the whole time... Ohh... she came to her senses and looked a bit shaky... I told her not to tell this to anyone... she said yes, she won't...
I wanted to put my cock in her cunt, but this was too much for the day... I took her to the bathroom and sat down with my face turned upwards... I told her to piss on my face... she hesitated, but her bladder was full, and she squatted over me and started to piss... the golden stream fell right on my face, and I drank whatever was possible... as she pissed, she farted right on my face... ohh, the smell was sexy too... then I got up and pissed through my cock in front of her... She looked at the stream in amazement... we took about 45 minutes for all this, and thank god nobody disturbed us. | 5 |
106,472 | My dad and his friends | Hi readers! I have started a new site dedicated to exhibitionism. I understand that there are many women, teens, and girls who desperately wish to show their assets to the general public. Many housewives are eager to exchange their experiences with all the readers, so do write to me and I will post them on my site. Here is one such experience from a 24-year-old teen girl, Megha.
She told me that her father takes a special interest in her dressing and buys her revealing clothes. She wears them for him, feeling shy and embarrassed, but something in her makes her wear them for him. Once, her dad bought some dresses from Europe, and when she put them on, she felt awkward. She showed the dress to her father, and he appreciated it. He told her to wear it for a small party he had thrown for his business friends. I will narrate this in her own words.
I knew I was attractive; the boys in my college would stare at my firm breasts and long legs as I wore my short knee-length skirt and blouse to college. I love seducing men, especially older, mature ones. In my inner mind, I wanted dad to see me in these clothes, but I never thought of going beyond that. I really loved to show off my body, and I did that to our servants too.
The first thing you would find out is I never wear any underclothes, no bra or panties ever. Haven't had any on for at least ten years. My 34B breasts have a slight sag to them, but not too bad, and my nipples can get to almost a half-inch long and hard as pieces of rock when I get excited. My 36-inch ass is not the best-looking, but people stare at it while I walk. I've been shaving my pussy completely for the last ten years and keep it as smooth as possible. Depending on how I'm positioned, my inner lips sometimes peek out. I am aware of my slit with two prominent outer mounds and a slight bump where my clit is. I have a tight belly, and my legs are pretty good.
We have two male servants, Ramu and Krishna, who are about 28 and 20 years old, respectively. They have seen me grow and today felt something different when they looked at me in my new dress. The younger, Ramu, was staring at my navel and then my breasts alternately and admired my dress. I felt I should show him some of my goodies, and the thought made me wet. I bent in front of him to pick up something I had dropped on purpose. As I did this, my heavy breasts peeked out of the top, and he had a nice view. Then I turned around and showed him my solid ass, which looked prominent as I had bent. I saw him staring at me, and his pajama showed a swollen lund towards the left side, about 6-7 inches long and thick.
When I was alone in the afternoon, the thought of Ramu looking at my body made me all wet, and I had to put my hand inside my panties to rub my pussy. I knew I was an exhibitionist and wanted to expose my body to others. My dad showed special interest in my clothes and loved me to wear skimpy clothes. I don't know why he loved that, but I also liked to wear the clothes dad bought me.
Dad had brought me some cut-off jeans and a cotton top when he returned from a business trip in Europe. I felt very shy when I wore the dress. The cut-off jeans were fitting well below my navel, showing my belly button and flat navel. The top was low-cut and showed about half of my hard 34-inch breasts. It was also semi-transparent and showed my black brassiere clearly. My breasts looked prominent in the outfit, and my ass too looked great. The top was a bit short below and showed some part of my stomach too. When I looked in the mirror, my pussy started to get wet, and I felt some spark passing through my body. Nevertheless, I decided to wear it for the party dad had thrown this evening.
I put on the clothes and paraded before my dad, and he loved it. "Megha! You look lovely in this outfit, and I am proud of you. The dress fits your body nicely, and I am sure my friends would love it. You are such a sweet girl!" saying so, he kissed me on the cheeks as fathers do. I felt shy and could not look into the eyes of my father. But he did nothing more and asked me to help him for the party in the evening.
I was very conscious of my dress but decided to wear it for the party. Dad had called his friends for the party, who were all in the age group of 55 to 60. I wondered what I should do in a party of such older men, but at the same time, the thought of wearing such revealing clothes excited me. So I put on the clothes dad had bought me. I was wearing a low-cut top that just showed a little bit of cleavage and a cut-off jeans with no panties. I applied a darkish lipstick to my pouting lips, put on big circular earrings, and all my jewelry. The chain hung from my neck and fell deep in the cleavage of my breasts. I knew this looked attractive. I did not apply any makeup.
Dad called me and said that his friends would be arriving at about 6 pm and that I should be ready to receive them. He looked at my dress and said, "Megha! You look wonderful in this dress, and I am sure my friends would love to see you. Make sure you serve them drinks. They are important for my business." With this, he left to make preparations for the party. Both our servants were busy too, and Ramu was looking at me with anticipation, but I did not want to go any further, so I ignored him. Krishna too was looking at my assets hungrily, and that excited me.
The first to arrive was Mr. Gupta. He was about 60 but looked healthy. He had white hair and a white beard and wore round glasses. I received him and welcomed him. He was glad to be received and extended his hand for me. I shook his hand and requested him to take a seat. He looked at me from top to bottom and said, "Wow, Megha! You look wonderful. That top you are wearing is very nice. Come sit with me for a few minutes." So I sat next to him, a bit away from him. He pushed his body near me so that his thighs touched mine and started asking me about my college and things like that. Every time he talked, he used to pat my thighs and caress them. He pushed his elbow against the side of my breasts and rubbed it there. I felt excited and wondered what my dad would say.
Just then, my dad entered and saw us sitting. He said hello to Mr. Gupta and sat next to him. This made Mr. Gupta shift towards me, and his body was touching mine. I felt awkward but could not do anything. Mr. Gupta was rubbing his thighs against mine, and I knew he was getting excited too. My dad asked me to serve him drinks, so I had to get up. I made sure that as I handed him his drink, I leaned over real low to give them a nice glimpse of my tits. By the looks on his face, he was seeing plenty too. Even my dad was looking.
An electric current ran through my body as I saw Mr. Gupta looking intently into my top to see a pair of tits spilling out. Even my dad was looking at them, and he watched Mr. Gupta looking too. As this was going on, the doorbell rang, and I ran to open the door, shaking my ass as much as I could. There were three of my dad's friends looking at me. I wished them and asked them to come in. I showed them my dad's room and walked them there. I made it a point to sway my ass as much as I could, and I knew the guys must be watching it. My dad welcomed them, and they all sat chatting.
I was told to serve them drinks, so I went to fill them up. I called Ramu for help, and he was glad to oblige. While I was filling the glasses, Ramu was putting snacks in the dishes and stood close to me. He was looking into my top and trying to peek at my breasts. I ignored him and, after filling the glasses, took them to my dad's room. They all saw me walk in, and I could trace their eyes following my body, looking me up. As I bent to serve them the drinks, one of my dad's friends, Manoj, looked at my peeking breasts. I felt shy at the old man staring at me so boldly, but knew he must be sex-starved. So I shifted to the next one, and he too followed the same ordeal. My dad was looking at me with pride in his eyes. He said to his friends, "I think my daughter looks wonderful. Do you like her dress? I bought it from England. Look at the fitting! It's wonderful." His friends admired me, and I felt shy in front of the old fellows.But I wanted to tease them more, so I purposely opened my top 2 buttons and again served them drinks. This time their eyes popped out, looking at my assets. Dad didn't say anything, so I decided to go further. I called Mr. Gupta to look at my drawings. This was some pretext, and I wanted him alone with me. He was ogling my body in the privacy we had. His eyes roamed from my firm breasts to my solid ass. When I showed him my first drawing, he smiled at me and praised me a lot. While looking at the drawing, we stood very close, and his body almost touched mine. I felt excited, so I shifted my body close to him until his arms touched my sides. He felt the heat of my body and shifted more towards me, pressing his body onto mine. I saw him peeking into my top to look at my breasts. This was a big turn-on for me, and I really wanted him to look. I asked him, "How is my drawing? Did you like it?" He was so absorbed in looking into my top that this question startled him. He moved his eyes from my breasts with great difficulty and said, "Hey Meghana, they are beautiful. You have nice breasts." "Oh, uncle! I was talking about the drawing, and you are praising my breasts?" I said sternly. This must have hit him, so he said, "Sorry to look at your breasts like this. But I really could not resist. You are so tempting, a nymph! Please don't tell your dad about this." "How can I, Uncle? I won't tell. It's your honor being a guest to my dad. Did you like what you saw?" "Oh, they are really wonderful. Will you please show them to me? I promise not to tell anybody. I will give you a nice present for this. Please show your breasts to me." "Oh, how dirty you are, Uncle! I am your daughter's age, and you are asking me to show you my breasts? How can I? What if my dad walks in? No, I'm sorry," I said firmly (pretending to be firm). "Oh, Meghna! Don't get me wrong. You look so beautiful that even your dad won't be able to look away from your body. So how can you expect me to?" "It's okay, uncle! If that pleases you, I will show you my breasts. Okay?" Saying so, I got up and stood before Mr. Gupta with my hands above my head. This made my breasts go up and look prominent. I thrust my breasts at him and licked my lips, looking directly into his eyes. The old fellow was all red with excitement! I then caught both of my breasts in my hands and showed them to him. "Look, uncle! See my breasts. Are they big? And nice? Come on, Uncle, tell me. I am showing them to you!" "Yes, baby! They are really nice and maybe firm. They look really wonderful. Can you show them naked? Please, I am dying to see them in the flesh!" "Okay, here I go." Saying so, I caught my top at the bottom, with both hands crossing each other. I then slowly removed the top, showing him my naked stomach, sexy navel, and then, oh, the breasts. I removed the top and threw it to Mr. Gupta. He caught it and put it to his mouth, smelling it and then licking away at the chest area. I was amazed at this and did not know a female of any age could do such wonders to men. I felt proud of my femininity. As soon as I removed my top, my breasts jumped out, breathing in the fresh air and sensing the gaze of the old man. Mr. Gupta's eyes bulged out, and his stare focused on my breasts. My breasts were hard, and my nipples were erect due to all the excitement. I saw Mr. Gupta's pants bulge, and the bulge went on becoming more prominent as he looked at my twin assets. I caught my breasts in both hands and squeezed them, showing him the proud nipples. He got up and tried to catch them in his hands, but I moved away from him, and he looked frustrated. I told him not to touch me unless I told him to. He kept quiet and stood looking at me. I moved away and unbuckled my cut-off jeans, letting it move down from my solid ass. I had to move my ass to take it down, and I removed it and kept it on the bed. My ass cheeks bulged out, and I turned around to show them to the old man. He looked at them and hurriedly unzipped his pants, fishing out his cock. I looked at his cock; I had seen a grown-up cock for the first time and kept staring at the wonderful thing. It was about 8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches wide. I could see prominent veins running all over the length of the cock, and it looked really nice. Mr. Gupta was now holding his cock in his hands and rubbing it. "Come on, Megha, you showed me yours, now see mine! Look at it! Oh, I want to touch you. Come here and let me look at your pussy. Show it to me!" he said. I was afraid of the old man. I did not want his cock in my pussy. Besides, Dad could walk in any moment. This made me back out, and I gathered my clothes and started to dress. He was angry at me and said, "No, Megha! Don't do this to an old man like me. Teasing me and then backing out! Let me just look at you and finish. Let me take out my sperm. Here I go. Look at it. Ohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Baby! Yes!" Mr. Gupta was rubbing his cock hard and moaning. I watched him as he jacked off in front of me. I forgot to wear my clothes and just looked at him. Ohhhhhhh! My pussy was flowing with juices, and it made my panties wet! As I was looking at Mr. Gupta, I heard my dad's voice. He was talking to his friends, and they were all coming to my room! I hurriedly took my clothes and started to put them on. Mr. Gupta too put his cock back in his pants. It was just in time! My dad and his two friends entered my room, and Dad went to show them my drawings. My heart was beating faster, and Mr. Gupta looked all flushed. Dad must have noticed this because he asked him if he was alright. What could he say? After some time, we all went to the dining hall for dinner. Mr. Gupta sat next to me for dinner, and his eyes were looking for glimpses of my boobs. I think Dad was watching us with interest, and I did not dare to give him a lift. While we were having dinner, I felt a foot brush against my leg. It was the notorious Mr. Gupta! He was feeling my legs with his naked foot. I felt his foot caress my legs and tickle me. I could not believe this was happening under my father's nose. I kept quiet, and he grew bolder. He shifted slowly towards me and cut down the gap between us. Then his left hand slowly sneaked towards me and onto my thighs. He moved his hands over my knee and rubbed it. Then I felt his fingers poke through my pants and onto my naked thigh flesh. I moaned with excitement, and Dad looked at me, staring strangely. I got scared and looked back. Dad smiled at me and said, "Megha! What's the matter? Are you okay? Oh, maybe Mr. Gupta pinched you! He is a notorious old man, isn't he, Mr. Gupta?" "Oh, Mr. Kapoor! You're right. Megha is a very charming girl, and I can't keep quiet sitting next to her. She was teasing me in her room, so now I am pinching her for that." "Oh, Dad! I just said that I like old men looking younger. And Mr. Gupta does look younger for his age." "Thanks, Beti! For the compliments to this old man. And for that, I am going to take you to the market after the dinner and give you some gift. Is it okay, Mr. Kapoor?" "Yes, you can take her, but you have to drop her back, okay?" The conversation ended, and the old man continued titillating me with his expert fingers. I was excited with the idea of going with this old man and teasing him more. So we finished the dinner, and Mr. Gupta called me to come with him. His driver brought the car, and we both sat in the back seat. I had loved the attention that this old man was giving me. I forgot about his age and was actually getting quite turned on by him. As the car moved ahead, he shifted towards me, and his thighs touched mine. He was very much excited and did not bother if the driver was looking at us in the rearview mirror. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch through his pants and saw how big it grew. I crossed my arms and leaned over just a little so he had a great view of the cleavage that my top was showing. I think that I could tell that the bulge in his pants actually got a little bigger. When I realized this, I could feel my pussy starting to get moist. The thought that this man wanted me drove me crazy, and I couldn't help but tease him a little more. I was aware of the driver watching us, and that made me more excited. Mr. Gupta made his move and started to caress my breasts. I told him not to do this as the driver was watching, but he just winked at me and pushed his hands inside my top, touching the breasts over the naked skin. I felt my breasts grow a little at his touch and relaxed in the seat, resting against the back of the seat. He pushed my top a bit up and lecherously grabbed my breasts in his palms and kneaded them hard. A thin moan escaped my throat, and I looked in the mirror. The driver was watching us! He was looking in the mirror and smiling at us. I was shy and tried to cover myself, telling Mr. Gupta that the driver was looking in the mirror. "Don't worry, Megha! He has seen many things happening in the car, so just neglect him. This makes it more exciting, isn't it?" "Oh, yes! It sure is!" And the things continued. Mr. Gupta unzipped his pants and took out his rock-hard cock. I kept staring at it and wondering how it would feel in my hands. But I was afraid to do it. Mr. Gupta solved this. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. Oh, God! It was very hard and hot too. I felt as if I was holding a hot iron rod. I caught his cock in my fist and pressed it. The old fellow moaned a little and pushed his ass up, urging me to rub it a little more. He instructed the driver to drive on to some secluded road so that our little game could go on. As I was rubbing his cock, he slid his hand inside my pants and started to search for the goal, the cunt. The pants were tight and would not allow his hand in, so I quickly removed the button holding it and loosened it. His hand found my mound, and he began to rub it slowly. Oh, readers! This was the first time for me.I was touching a cock and allowing it to touch my cunt for the first time. He found my hole and entered his finger in. Oh, god, it felt so wonderful! I saw that the driver was looking at us, and his hand moved rhythmically, rubbing his own dick. Mr. Gupta pushed my top up and exposed my breast. He then put his mouth to it and started to suck it in. His mouth worked on my breast like a vacuum pump, and he managed to take some portion of it in his mouth. I was rubbing his cock slowly, and he was thrusting his ass in rhythm. This all was so explosive that I came very hard, moaning loudly and murmuring, "Oh, dad, yes!" He looked surprised but continued his ministrations. He was now finger-fucking my overflowing cunt, and I was enjoying it. We had wandered on the secluded road for much longer, and Mr. Gupta instructed the driver to return to the market area. I rubbed his cock fast now, and suddenly, his cock twitched in my hands, and I felt it pulsate. He was coming! Thick jets of come spurted from his piss hole and trickled onto my hands. Oh, what a sensation! This was a real turn-on! Mr. Gupta took out his handkerchief and cleaned the mess. He then handed me the hanky to keep as a souvenir of the memorable incident. The driver too was coming, and I felt the car jerk away for a few moments as he came, and then it went on smoothly again. Well, that was it. Mr. Gupta thanked me and told me that he was happy with the little girl, Beti. I will narrate another incident soon. Bye. | 5 |
106,492 | ME and my Father In law-6 | Hey readers! All the names in this story are imaginary! Dear Baba, oh god! I slept for many hours that day, and when I woke up, I was hungry like hell! I took my lunch and then went on my routine errands. But the thought and the feeling of fullness in my dolly (choot) was still there.
You spoke to me after we rested.
"Seema! My love! What you did to me! You make me feel a lot younger, and I am confident that I can still satisfy a woman. Your mamma is nice in bed, but from that day, I am thinking of you! You have won me! Seema! My Seemu. How I wish to be with you all the time! We have to be careful, Seema! I will behave in a normal manner with you, and so would you. Let's make this long-lasting."
"Baba! You are really expert in sex. The way you loved my body was great. Your son does not do this but just slips his thing in me and fucks. You are so caring! I love you, Baba!"
And then you went out for some work, and I was left alone. My mind was full of your thoughts, Baba. I still had that itch down there which could only be healed by your mighty lund. I wanted you to fuck me whenever you can! Even if anybody was in the house. I love risky sex! There is a lot of thrill in it. So do fuck me always! Baba, I want you to make me your slut. But at the same time, I know that you will never hurt me, you will always take care of my needs before your own. You have so much experience in sex, much more than your son. You know which parts of a woman's body are most sensitive. When your tongue entered my deepest part, I felt as if I was going to die of pure ecstasy. Oh, Baba... The way you explore my depths.. I want to give more and more. My dolly has been oozing so much juice ever since I showed you my semi-naked body last week. For the first time in my life, I had an orgasm in the shower yesterday thinking about you. Do write to me as we cannot talk in the house! AND FUCK MY CHOOT!
Your Daughter-in-law Seema
Dear Seema,
That was the most memorable fucking I ever had. You are really very demanding in sex. The way you sucked my cock! Wow! Your tongue moving on the length of my tool, you're caressing my cock head with your tongue. Oh god! Seema! Then you caressed my lund with your breasts. Ooh, they are so soft, and the feeling they made on my lund! Great! You have a nice choot, Seema! Tight and juicy. It becomes so wet and then goes on dripping juice. Oh god! What's going to happen? I want to keep my lund in your choot, always and forever. One of these days, I am going to fuck you when your mamma and my son are in the house. Be ready for that! Show me your breasts whenever you can. Show me your body! Yeah, one more thing! I will keep the door to my bedroom open, and when your Mamma is sleeping, you can just drop in, and we can have a quickie. Love you, Seema (my slut) Baba.
That was the correspondence we had. Jeevan! I love to read all these mails. My FIL writing to me! Oh god, I will die!
As he had written, he wanted to have sex with me when all were home. Oh, so risky! But who was I to stop him? Actually, I wanted him to fuck me in this manner. So, the next day, I was waiting for secret caresses from him.
Then Baba did it! I still remember it clearly. That was Sunday, and my husband had a holiday. Mamma too was home, preparing our breakfast. I went to the bathroom to take a bath. I undressed, and while taking a bath, the thoughts of my Baba filled me. I became hot and started to caress my breasts and knead them. I slipped one of the nipples in my mouth and sucked on it. Oh god! Baba! I very much wanted to get FIL's lund. How? I unlocked the bathroom door and started my bath again. Will FIL come in? I was eager. I wanted him to enter the bathroom and do things to me. I was filling my choot with 3 fingers, imagining his lund there. But still, it was not satisfying me. I wanted his lund! I was taking my bath with my back to the door. Then I heard the door open and saw my FIL enter. Oh god, what was he doing here? It was too risky! I was frightened! I looked at him with surprise in my eyes. He was smiling and looking at my naked back. Oh god! Mamma was in the kitchen, and Sunil was in his room! He took off his lungi and stood behind me with his semi-hard lund, wanting to be attended. By me! He came closer to me and embraced me from behind. Oh god! I felt his hot body rub my wet one, and his lund was rubbing my ass! He caught hold of both my breasts and pressed hard. I moaned! It was a muffled moan. I could not moan openly. Mamma could hear me. He whispered in my ear, "Seema darling! I will take the risk. It makes the things very exciting. Don't be afraid. Mamma won't look for me as she is under the impression that I am sleeping. Sunil is asleep as it's Sunday today. Relax and enjoy this quick sex." "But Baba, mamma can find out. What if she calls you? Please, let's not take the risk." He did not say anything but rubbed my nipples instead. They were hard with his rubbing, and I pushed my ass back on his lund. I felt his lund rubbing on the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, and I moved my ass against the intruder. FIL was now biting my back lightly, and that sent shivers all through my body. He took my earlobe in his teeth and made a biting motion. Oh god! It was as if all the blood was flowing through my earlobes! I wanted to turn around and kiss him, but I did not. What he was doing to me was beautiful, and I wanted to see what else he would do on his own. Maybe something new! Now FIL's lund was hard, and he placed it in the crack of my ass. Oh, it was touching both my choot and ass at the same time. I have never had anal sex, but the idea does not repulse me.. will he do it? Let's see!
FIL moved his lund in the crack of my ass, rubbing the sensitive holes there. Oh god, he was such an expert, doing it expertly! I spread my legs and gave him more access. He lowered his ass and rubbed his lund directly on my asshole. Ohhhh! This was the first time I felt a lund rubbing my dark hole, and I loved it. But he then pushed his lund forward and found my wet choot. His lund then rubbed the wet slit and hit my clitty too. Oh god! How I wanted him!
"Baba! I want to suck you! I want to feel that lund in my mouth. Please give it to me. I am so hot!" I went and sat on the toilet seat with my choot dripping with lust. The seat was cold, but it won't be for long as my body was hot enough to make it go into fires! I caught my FIL's ass and pulled him to me. His lund was semi-hard, and I wanted to feel it grow in my mouth. I hungrily took his entire lund in my mouth and started to move my face in a fucking motion. His lund touched my mouth everywhere and specially the roof. So nice! I had pressed my tongue flat against the lund and felt it slide over it. It tasted nice, and I sucked in hard to pump out the precious precum. FIL's lund was growing into hardness. FIL was really enjoying this, and we did not dare speak. It was a silent love game! FIL was looking right into my eyes, and I into his. This eye contact made me more hot. I could see pleasure and love in FIL's eyes and continued to suck him, looking at him. That way, I found it more exciting. My FIL was now holding my wet hair in his strong hands and caressed them. It was a very loving touch, and I was very happy with this. I wanted to give him more pleasure. I lowered his body with my hands and then I took his lund out of my mouth and placed it between the valley of my breasts. Oh god! My breasts engulfed my FIL's lund, and I could just see the cock head jutting out. He looked at me and smiled. His ass moved in slow motion as he fucked my boobs. His cock head was coming out and touching my mouth. With every out motion, I licked the lund, and then I caught FIL's ass cheeks in my hand and caressed them as he had done to me. He loved this, and his hands too rubbed my earlobes and face. He caught my nose in his hand and pinched me there! Oh, he knew what to do and where to do things to a woman's body. As I caressed his ass cheeks, my breasts lost the contact of his lund, but he moved his ass so that his lund touched my breasts. Then he did something new! He held my nipple in his hand and put it against the pisshole on his lund. It was as if he was going to fuck the nipple into his pisshole. He rubbed the nipple over the pisshole on his lund and then, holding it straight, pushed the lund hard over it. The tip of my nipple rubbed inside the pisshole, and he must have felt the sensations as his ass moved in rhythm, and he moaned lightly. This made me cum! Waves of orgasm passed through my body, and it went limp. FIL saw this and held me tightly, still rubbing his pisshole on my nipple. My vagina juiced, and some juice trickled down into the toilet. Then I had the urge to piss. (It's common to piss after you orgasm) What should I do? Pissing in front of my FIL looked ugly, but what could be done? I could not hold it, and I let go. My piss hit the commode and made a spraying sound.It was thrilling to urinate in front of the man who was making love to me, my own father-in-law. I am not into watersports, but the feeling was great. My father-in-law also widened his eyes and looked at me urinating. I could see the effect of this on his penis. It jerked near my mouth, and I put my lips on it to sense the vibrations. I finished urinating and looked at my father-in-law, and we both smiled. I continued to suck his penis and then I had to fuck it! I got up and made my father-in-law sit on the commode with his penis standing out. I went to him and squatted, bringing my vagina right over his hard penis. I lowered my vagina onto his penis and took it in. Ohhhhhhh, the monster went right in, making me feel naughty. I rested my legs on either side, and it was a good stretching exercise for me. I moved my buttocks up and down over my father-in-law's penis and fucked him. He was holding me near my breasts, and his fingers dug into the fleshy orbs, caressing me. Oh god, what were we doing? Fucking right in the bathroom and that too when all were in the house. My vagina moved over his penis, and I was taking every inch of it in my vagina. I was lifting my vagina up until his penis was almost out and then sank on it until my pubic hair touched his pelvis. That way, I could feel all of his penis sliding in and out of my vagina. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him hard. Oh god! The kissing while fucking was really increasing the lust, and automatically my vagina moved over my father-in-law's penis fast. My father-in-law was moaning "Ahhh Ohhhh" and all! I knew he would be cumming. I increased the speed and found his penis jerk spasmodically, spraying thick cum into my vagina. I too came! I fell onto my father-in-law's body, totally relaxed! Then we heard my mother-in-law calling my father-in-law. Oh god! I got up and allowed my father-in-law to dress. He just wrapped his lungi around and slowly opened the door to look around. He slipped hurriedly out, and I closed the door and bolted it from inside. Then I literally slept on the bathroom floor for a few minutes with hot water falling on my body! That was the best bath I ever had! | 4 |
106,514 | My Husband's Friends | Hi Jeevan,
After a long time, I am writing to you. Some time back, I had done exhibitionism with your help to the vegetable vendor, servant, and my father-in-law. After that, my husband and I thought we should slow down a bit, and my father-in-law has fucked me, and now he has gone to his other son who is in the U.S.A. We both missed the excitement for a long time, and our sex life too became boring. So we thought, why not start the fun again with some fresh excitement.
As per your advice, we thought, why not try my husband's friends? So I started attending my husband's friend's parties, which before, only my husband used to go. This gave me a lot of opportunity to expose my body to other men.
Some time back, we were invited for a party of a friend of my husband, Rahul, who is a widower and living alone. I dressed up in a semi-transparent black silk sari with a semi-transparent silk black blouse with a red lace-type bra. Then I wore a maroon lipstick and big earrings that hung sexily. And I wore the sari low on the hips, revealing my deep navel and exposing my belly button. I wore high heels that made my hips sway as I walked and went along with my husband. On the way, I wrapped my saree so that my navel and low-cut blouse were not visible to others. This made me a decent housewife.
We entered Rahul's farmhouse, and we were welcomed by Rahul, who is 5'10", wheatish complexion, and medium-built body. He was really handsome, and I really wanted to seduce him. My husband said that I can have fun with anybody, but he told me to be careful with guys who have come along with wives because I need to build a rapport with their wives before starting to flirt with their husbands.
That is the reason I have covered myself not to show off much. Then I got introduced to the people in the party. There was one more couple and one guy. They were all my husband's friends only. The guy who had come alone was Santosh, and he told us that his wife could not come as she was at her parent's place. The other couple was Dhananjay and Ragheswari, and they both said hello to us too. Ragheswari was wearing a neat, decent, not-exposing salwar. So I thought I should not do anything now. Then the servant of Rahul came, and he was introduced to us as Rajeev. My husband and his friends know about him. Only Ragheswari and I did not know him. He served drinks to all the people. I went for a small gin with lemon, and Ragheswari went for a beer. We were chatting about various things and drinking and having a bit of snacks.
We all were talking on some general issues. After some time, Dhananjay and Ragheswari said they need to go since they need to look at their parents. Rahul insisted on them having food and going, but they said they will have to go and went off. Then my husband started talking to Santosh on some of the company matter since they have worked in the past too. It was getting chilly from the air conditioning, and I told Rahul it is a bit cold, and Rahul then looked at my empty glass and said why not fill it up to warm you up. I smiled and agreed.
Then Rahul said to me this is your first visit to my house, so why not I show you the house. I agreed, and before going, I told my husband, and he gave a meaningful look. I smiled and went with him.
Now from the hall, he took me inside to the bedroom, and while going, I just loosened myself a little, and after seeing the bedroom, I asked him I need to go to the toilet, and he showed me the toilet, and then in the toilet, I made my sari loose and put it on below the navel, and I just touched up my makeup and then I came out, and I found Rahul in the kitchen checking up on what Rajeev is cooking. He saw that I have tied my sari below the navel and looked at my navel for a moment and smiled at me. He asked me whether I would like to go up and see the rooms there and the terrace. It was raining outside, which I could see from the kitchen window. He said it is not much of rain; it is drizzling, and then we were discussing about rain.
Then we went up, and he was saying I heard a lot about you from your husband. Rahul said your husband says you are an excellent cook. One day I should eat what you cooked. We were going up on the stairs, and I, as if accidental, just slipped on one of the steps, and he got hold of me from the back. I felt his strong hands on my waist. He was holding my waist until I wore my high heels again. He did not say anything. Then we went up, and he switched on the dim lights and was showing the place and telling about it. While moving around, he said my husband is lucky to have a wife like me, good-looking and sexy. I smiled at him. He was looking at my breasts in the dim lights. While moving, his hands, as if accidental, touched my ass.
Then we went to the terrace where he had a small nursery-type garden. I was looking at the flowers in the night, and it was raining too, and since I was wearing a semi-transparent sari and blouse, I was becoming wetter. He asked me to take an umbrella, and I told him that I like to get drenched in rain like that. He said he would call Santosh and Rajesh also up if I liked it. I said sure. He went down and called the guys, and after some time, my husband came up and said that Santosh wants to go home and it seems Rahul had picked him up while coming from the city, and he said he will go and drop him and come, and told me to enjoy. Then I told Rahul I will go down, and he gave me some more gin to drink, and I was becoming light-headed.
Rahul said he will make a phone call and come, and he went inside and told Rajeev to fill my glass and get some snacks. Rajeev is also a dark guy, good, decent-natured, and was very polite. Now I told Rajeev I will come to the kitchen and pick up the snacks I need, and I went there, and I was showing my wet navel to him. While cooking, he was looking at my deep navel and licking his lips. Then I dropped my glass as if accidentally and then said, "Oh, it has slipped," and bent down to pick up the glass, and I was showing my wet cleavage a lot to Rajeev. I let my pallu also down, and Rajeev was looking at my milky white tits that were peeking out of my low-cut blouse. Rahul came and saw that my pallu was down, and he also had quite a look at my milky white big cleavage, and he saw that Rajeev was also looking, and he just smiled at Rajeev.
Then I said I will go to the terrace again, and Rahul told Rajeev to bring the glass and snacks there to the terrace. Rahul was also taking drinks. Now while going, he rubbed my ass again as if purposefully, and I did not say anything. He said after my wife, you are the other female I saw who is sexiest. If Rajesh had not married you, I would have loved to marry you. I smiled and licked my lips noisily. We were standing near the railing on the terrace and put a small table and watched the view and had a nice air. It was dark, and Rahul was standing close to me, and we were just drinking. The rain was very little, so we both were standing there and enjoying the wet air. I could see that both Rahul and Rajeev were visibly excited by my show of my milky white cleavage and deep navel. Rahul and Rajeev's relationship seemed to be of friends rather than servant and master. I felt Rahul's hand coming near my thighs, and I was getting excited too. He touched my thighs, and I did not say anything, and he started going for my ass globes. He got bold, and since we both had been drinking, the initial inhibitions were not there. He was saying that your husband will take some time to come. Then he slowly started rubbing my ass and now squeezing it. I did not say anything. He was fully aroused, and he came behind me and asked how is your husband. Is he good? I understood what sense he was asking, and I said he is good.
He was now very close to me and squeezing my ass with one hand and asked me whether I like it. I said I like it. He said, "Do you like me to do more than this?" I looked at him and smiled. While he was rubbing my ass, Rajeev came up and put the snacks on the table nearby and smiled at me and went down. It was a new experience of being rubbed on the terrace and in the open air. He then came behind me and hugged me, and I could feel his thick, erect cock on my ass. He cupped my tits from behind and squeezed them. He was licking my earlobes and saying you are a sexy female. He now unbuttoned my blouse but did not remove it and put his hand inside my bra and scooped my tits out and started rubbing my nipples. It was an exciting experience of waiting for my husband and being fingered by my husband's friend, that too on the terrace. I started moaning.
My nipples were rock hard from the arousal and the wet wind blowing. He said we will go down if your husband comes; it would be embarrassing. I said sure. While going down, he was mauling my tits a lot, and he kissed me heavily on the steps and squeezed my ass. We went down, and I covered my opened blouse by the pallu and did not button the blouse. He then called Rajeev, and since there was no reply, we both went to the kitchen, but did not see Rajeev there, so we poured more drinks there, and Rahul was very excited, and he started kissing me again there in the kitchen itself.He was rubbing my ass, and I was enjoying his foreplay. He was teasing my nipples through the sari, which covered my breasts, and started licking my nipples. I was moaning heavily, and I felt his cock. He then unzipped his trousers and got his cock out, and I got hold of his thick and large cock of 8 inches. It was dark, thick, and red veins were bursting on the top of the cock. I was rubbing it, and he said, "Why don't you suck it?" I went down on my knees, and he started teasing his cock on my nipples. He was slapping his cock on my nipples, and I was moaning. Then I slowly took his cock in my mouth, and he groaned heavily. I was sucking the underside and slurping it. He said it was good to watch a fair-complexioned, lipstick-covered mouth suck on his cock.
When I was sucking his cock, Rajeev came and was stunned by what was going on. He looked at Rahul and asked, "Boss, you want to lay this wife of Rajesh?" Rahul said, "See her lovely tits, Rajeev, you would love that." I was sucking and wondering whether they had been waiting for me to make a move. Now Rajeev came behind me and cupped my breasts and started squeezing them while I was sucking Rahul. It was the first time I was being handled by two guys, and I was dripping a lot.
When I was sucking Rahul heavily, we heard the sound of the car, and Rahul said, "Your husband is coming, Rashmi. Don't tell him what we did to you, otherwise our friendship may break, and it may not be good for both of us, and we cannot continue anything later." I said, "Don't worry, next time we will have more fun," and they zipped their pants, and I started dressing up in a proper manner.
When I got dressed up, I could hear the bell on the door, and I went and sat near the TV while my husband walked in. He could see that my lipstick was not proper, and my sindoor was all not proper, and understood that the guys had fiddled with her. We have decided before itself that not to show off that we both are will for sex in the first place itself, and then we sat in the kitchen table and we were having dinner while Rahul was rubbing my legs below the table.
Now both guys finished the dinner and went to the front hall, and I was the last to finish, and I went to the toilet to wash my hands, and while washing my hands, Rajeev came behind and squeezed my ass and tits and said, "We would love to fuck you." I smiled at him and said, "We will now come frequently," and went to the hall.
Then we said goodbye to Rahul and went out. On the way, my husband asked me, and he was visibly erect after hearing what I did with both the guys. He told me that my fetish for servants will also be fulfilled with Rajeev and said that next time, we will try more, and we made a stop in the middle and had a quick fuck and proceeded to our house.
Jeevan, you can publish it. I will write more to you later. You can also put my email id so I can receive responses from your fans.
Bye for now,
Rashmi | 4 |
106,768 | Red's BBQ | He let her lie there, watching her trembling body. She had at least five orgasms that he could count, and yet, she still seemed unsated. Her breathing was still somewhat rapid, and the hardness had not left her huge nipples. He looked at them, and they cried out to be sucked, so he did. The effect was electrifying. She began to moan loudly, and her hands sought him out. He was straddling her and gently massaging her full breasts, and had leaned down to take them in his mouth. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and the bumps on her areolas were very prominent. He sucked them gently and ran his tongue around her nipple.
She reached for his stiffening cock and began to stroke him. "Oh baby, your cock is so hard, so firm, I need to feel you inside my hot pussy. Will you fuck me now?" He mumbled something incoherent, as his mouth was full of her bounteous breast. Her breasts were nice, 35C cups, and they overflowed his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, first one and then the other. She began to pull on his cock urgently, "Honey, please fuck me, I need you, I want to feel your hard prick deep in my tight cunt. I want to feel you going in and out of me, please now, fuck me, fuck me, I can't wait much longer."
He had teased her enough, it was now time for what they both wanted, a good hot, steamy, mind-blowing orgasmic fuck.
She spread her legs, looking up at him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," were wordlessly mouthed to him. He had waited so long for this, his cock felt as if it were twice its normal size, and he felt the blood throbbing in it. He poised at the entrance to her cunt and rubbed his cockhead around it to ensure she was well lubricated. She was wet as hell. He felt the head of his cock enter her. She moaned as he pushed it in. "Oh my God, yes, it feels so good, give it to me, baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
Rowdy hesitated a moment, should he cram his hard cock all the way or enjoy the sensation of her warm pussy enveloping him. Thinking of himself, he chose the latter. Inch by inch, he slid his hard prick into her. She moaned in ecstasy. "Oh my fucking God, baby, it's so good, sooo good, yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes, push your stiff hard cock deep in me. Yes, that's it, ohhh, soooo good."
He pushed his cock deep into her steaming cunt and felt the warmth envelop him. The ridges on her vagina tightened around him, and her hips pushed down on him, burying him in her up to his balls. His balls slapped at her ass as she lifted her legs and held them in the air with her hands as he began the slow rhythmic strokes. In and out, deep then shallow, in and out, sometimes ramming her hard.
Their bodies were locked in a perfect coupling. His hips thrusting in and out, and her hips matching his strokes. Each was lost in lust. "Oh honey, you are so wet and hot, so tight, your cunt is so good on my hard dick, oh yeah, fuck me, baby, that's it, fuck me more."
"Oh God, you are so good. I can feel the tip of your cock deep in me, yes, yes, push harder, that's it, oh baby, make me cum."
He began to pound at her pussy with harder and faster thrusts. "C'mon, baby, cum for me, are you ready?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, oh oh, yes, oh God I'm cummmiiinnngggg!" Her body stiffened and then convulsed wildly as he pounded at her cunt. He felt his cum shot start deep within his balls and knew he had a few strokes before he surprised. He fucked her harder, and just before he shot his load, he pulled his cock from her pulsating pussy and shoved it deep down her throat, where his sperm flowed in hot jets. Spurt after spurt shot down her throat, and filled her mouth as he jerked himself off into her eager mouth. Even though lost in orgasm, she drank his cum as fast as he pumped it out. He withdrew his prick as the last few shots spewed forth all over her face and tits. Her mouth was full, her face, neck, and tits bathed in his hot, sweet cum.
He massaged his cum all over her body and inserted his fingers in her mouth as she sucked them clean. "Oh, your cum is so good." His cock was still hard, so he plunged it back into her. "Oh, baby! Yes, YES, YES, fuck me more!" and he drove into her, trying to cum again, but knew the end was in sight. His thrusts became almost a blur as he drove into her, and she screamed as another orgasm hit her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and received the hammer-like thrusts as they tore into her, but he could feel himself slipping as the blood began to leave his throbbing cock. "Oh shit, shit, shit, I'm losing it, I want you more, fuck me, baby, baby, while I'm still in you."
He kissed her deeply and felt his cum cover his tongue as she bucked wildly under him. They swapped his cum back and forth, and finally, his cock slipped from her. He was finished, as was she.
They lay there, naked, wrapped in each other's arms and legs, rubbing their crotches against each other, hoping against hope that his cock would stiffen. But, it was not to be. Rowdy had fucked her good, hard, and long, and he was through for hours now.
Earline, however, was insatiable. She leaned down on him and began to suck his limp cock, trying to get it up. She sucked him, licked his balls, and sucked one and then the other. He moaned, but no reaction. She spread his legs and licked at his ass, and then began to finger-fuck his ass, hoping that if she massaged his gland, he would rise. Not.
"Earline, honey, I'm done. Let's get some sleep, and I'll be ready to go in the morning. OK?"
"Of course, my darling. It was just so good, I didn't want it to end."
End of Chapter 4. | 4 |
106,777 | Best Friends | He drove away from the golf course where he had just played with his Monday afternoon group and was headed to a secluded country inn outside of town. What am I doing? This is insane, yet, I am curious, he thought to himself.
It had begun innocently a few weeks earlier. His wife was on a bowling team that played on Thursday nights. They were having their annual dinner dance, so he went. He knew just about everyone since they were all from the neighborhood. She had been filling in since her best friend had broken her ankle early in the season. The team did so well that they wanted her to stay, and her friend was OK with it, so she did.
The dinner dance was being held at a rather fashionable place, so all were dressed. At one point in the evening, the friend suggested they go outside for a hit of grass. He usually enjoyed a toke or two, so he said he would join her.
Outside, she suggested they get in her car to not be so obvious, so he agreed. Once in the car, she lit the joint, took a huge hit, and passed it to him. He took a drag and offered it back, but she declined. She exhaled and looked at him. She moved closer and put her arms around his neck. He pulled back and said, "Hey, wait a minute, what's going on?"
"I thought it was obvious," she replied. "I have been looking at you for several years and have decided it's time for me to have an affair, and you are the one I want to go to bed with."
He looked at her and knew she was serious. But, he had never been unfaithful to his wife and was not about to start now. "Candy, you're very attractive, and I value your friendship, but I'm afraid sex is out of the question. You're my wife's best friend for God's sake."
"I am not interested in anything long term. I am not in love with you. I only need to be fucked by someone other than my husband. As you know, we married when I was 17 and pregnant, and I have never had any other man. I'm 27 years old and want to see if I have missed anything. This is purely a physical thing for me, nothing else. What do you say?"
He looked at her and had to admit to himself that she was very sexy, and he had not had any woman other than his wife since they were married 15 years ago. "Well, I'm still not sure. There is such a thing as fidelity, you know, and I am 15 years older than you."
"Oh, screw fidelity, this is just pure sex, nothing else, no entanglements, just a man and a woman fucking."
He had to admit, she was persuasive, and he was horny. "OK, I'll give it a try, but only once, OK?"
She smiled at him, kissed him lightly on the lips, and said, "I'll set it up. When can you get out for an evening?"
"I play golf in a league every Thursday night. I'm usually out until midnight drinking with the guys."
"All right then, Thursday after next, and I'll pick a place for us to meet."
He agreed, wondering what he had just gotten himself into.
CHAPTER: II
He pulled up in front of the country inn and was amazed she found such an out-of-the-way place. I guess she really intends to go through with this, he thought, and wants no one the wiser. OK, Bucko, screw up your courage and go in and meet the lady, as her car was already in the empty parking lot.
He walked in to the lounge area and spotted her sitting in a booth having a chat with the cocktail waitress. She waved him over, and he went.
"Now, see, wasn't this worth waiting for?" she asked the waitress. The waitress grinned, gave him a wink, and walked slowly away.
She was already having a Martini, so he signaled the waitress that he would like the same.
He sat down beside her, and before he could say anything, she slipped her hand into his lap and began to slowly stroke his cock.
"Hey, wait a minute, we're in a public place, people will see us..."
"Relax, Todd, the place is empty, and the waitress already knows why we're here!"
"What...!?"
"My girlfriend told me about this place. Anyone wanting to have a discreet assignation comes here."
"You told your girlfriend about me?"
"No, not about you, silly, I was just daydreaming one day and asked her, and she said she had been several times with different guys, and it always worked out fine. They have cottages out back, and I have already booked one for us, so any time you're ready..."
Before he could answer, the waitress was back with his drink. He took a sip and looked at her. She did look sexy, all right. The peasant blouse was just low enough to expose just a bit of her cute perky tits, and the tight white tennis shorts left nothing to his imagination. He wondered if she had any panties on under them.
They spent about ten minutes talking about nothing, and she looked at him and said, "We only have until midnight, and it's already 8, so let's go to the cottage." They finished their drinks, he put a ten-dollar bill on the table, and they casually walked out.
The waitress smiled as they left and said to the bartender, "I hope he's in good shape because she is going to fuck his brains out tonight."
CHAPTER: III
The cottage was done in early American with a huge king-size four-poster bed. She led him to the bed and sat him down on the side. She then leaned over him, took his face in her hands, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue was like a probe as it sought out all the recesses of his mouth. He placed his tongue in her mouth, and she sucked hungrily on it. Her lips were like a warm pussy, and his tongue was a cock as it went in and out of her mouth. He pulled her down on top of him, and she molded into his body. She was smaller than he, only five feet tall, but had a great body. Perky 34B breasts, a slim waist, and a great ass. He had always admired her in a bathing suit when they were out on their boat, but never dreamed he would have a chance to see all of it. And here he was.
All his self-doubts were gone as her tongue probed through his mouth. He sucked her tongue while he ran his hands over her ass. She felt so good to him. She broke the kiss and raised herself up, and in one fluid motion, slipped her shirt off and revealed her cute tits. She had on a push-up bra to accentuate their size, and its filmy material clearly revealed her brown nipples, which were hard and erect at this point. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her arms.
He gazed at her breasts and wanted them in his mouth. As if reading his mind, she leaned forward and brushed her hard nipples over his lips. She did this several times, teasing him, and then placed one hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked it gently and heard her moan softly from deep in her mouth. She loved to have her nipples sucked and sometimes could reach orgasm just on that alone. He moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked on that one also. His hands wandered to the top of her shorts, and he sought to open them and slip them off, but she murmured, "No, not yet down there, keep sucking my breasts." So, he did as bidden. She was clearly getting hot as he worked on her tits, as her pelvis ground down into his crotch, causing him some discomfort as he was quite hard from all the foreplay.
She reached down and slipped her hand into his shorts, seeking his cock. It didn't take long for her to find it, and she gripped it tightly, slowly jerking it up as he sucked on her nipples. This time it was he who said, "Uh uh, not that, I need to save it," and she released her grip and just held it lightly.
She rose up again and stood up from the bed and slipped her shorts, and stood before him only in a pair of bikini panties, which were clearly wet with her sex. He stood, removed his shirt and lowered his pants, and stood before her in his briefs with his hardon clearly evident. She dropped to her knees and lowered his briefs. His cock stood at a 45-degree angle, and he wanted her to suck, so he pulled her head to him. She kept her hands at her sides and began to lick his shaft, working her way up to his cockhead. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations running from his cock throughout his body. She encased his cockhead with her mouth and laved it with her tongue. He pushed his cock into her mouth, and she took as much as she could. Her head started to move up and down on him as her tongue worked the underside of his shaft.
He started to move his hips in rhythm with her head as he fucked her face. She gripped his shaft with her hands while sucking hard on his cockhead, and suddenly, without any warning, he erupted with a hot load of sweet, white cum into her mouth. She gulped in surprise as it flowed down her throat. Never in her life had she ever let a man cum in her mouth, and now he just had. His eyes were shut, and he moaned loudly as he emptied his balls into her waiting mouth. His cum overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin, neck, and over her breasts. She rubbed it all over her breasts as she continued to suck him dry and swallow as much as she could.
CHAPTER: IV
"Wow, that's a first for me," she said, "I won't even let my husband cum in my mouth, and you've just shot one humongous load down my throat!"
"I really couldn't help myself, you were sucking my cock so hard, and I, I guess I just got lost in the moment. I'm really sorry..."
"Oh, don't be sorry, I loved it.I have never tasted cum before, and it was kind of nice, but I'm sorry it's over so quickly.
"Oh, I'm sure I can get hard again. Let's just get on the bed and relax and see what develops."
The two of them lay back on the bed and faced each other. She was still wet with his cum, and he traced his fingers through it and across her breasts. She loved the feeling and fell on her back to give him access to all of her. His hand drifted down to her pussy, and she opened her legs for him. He pulled her panties down and removed them. He was close to her pussy now and could smell her sex. She smelled as his wife smelled, but he guessed all women smelled like that. He fingered her pussy lightly, and she gasped slightly. He liked the effect he had on her.
He slowly rubbed her cunt lips and her clit with his fingers and thumb. She began to respond by thrusting her pussy onto his hand. She raised her legs up high and bent her knees to give him full access. Her legs were spread, and his pussy was beckoning to him. He didn't need a second invitation as he lowered his mouth to her and licked at her lips.
"Oh God, yes, lick me there, oh yes, that's so good, oh, oh, yes, put your tongue in me...ahh, yeah, right there, stick it in me deep, yes, yes, oh you are so good.."
He slowly pushed his tongue in and out of her pussy. He felt her pussy juice start to flow freely, and he drank it as he sucked her and tongue-fucked her. Her hips started to move up and down more rapidly, and she cried out with, "Oh fuck yes! That's it. Yes. Yes, right there, oh don't stop, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes...!" And her body started a convulsive shudder as her orgasm hit her. She collapsed her legs around his head and locked his head on her pussy. She ground her cunt deep into his face, and he lost his breath for a moment, but he loved every minute of it. He pulled her pussy to him and continued to tongue-fuck her and drink her flow as it poured out of her.
After a few moments, she relaxed her legs and let them fall back. She lay there, shaking slightly. "My God, that was some 'O' you just gave me. Guess we're even on that score." And she looked down to see he was hard once again.
He loved the taste of her pussy, and once again, he began to lick at her swollen labia. She tasted sweet, with a slight tang. He pushed his tongue deep into her, and she moaned softly. "Oh yes, put your hard tongue in my hot cunt, oh yeah, stick it in and out, oh, I oh, I love that, please don't stop...". And he didn't. His hands were on her breasts, and he pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he plunged his tongue deep within her. His entire mouth covered her steaming pussy, and he drank her flow as it came from her. She was very wet, and her pussy juices filled his mouth.
"Oh, please, I want your cock, give me your cock," she cried.
He turned his body without removing his tongue from her and bit down softly on her hardened clitoris. He swung his legs over her head, and she grabbed his cock and buried it in her throat. Acting on reflex alone, she opened her throat, and his cock slid its full length down into her. It felt wonderful to her, and it surprised the hell out of him. He could feel the ridges of her throat work on the head and shaft of his cock, and he began to suck wildly on her clit. She bucked her hips in wanton abandon, and he pumped his cock deep within her throat. Before he knew it, he was cumming again! A torrent of hot, white cum erupted from his cock and flowed into her. She was lost in lust as her own orgasm had begun. All she could do was to accept the assault on her throat and her cunt. She tried to cry out in ecstasy but could only mumble. Cum was flowing from her mouth, and her pussy was contracting in a crashing orgasm. She bucked, and he fucked her with tongue and cock. She reached up and pulled his dripping cock from her mouth and screamed, "OH YES, OH FUCK, OMIGOD, I'M CUMMING, OH YES, FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE...".
He sucked hard on her clit as his cock was dripping the last of his cum on her face. She licked at her lips and hungrily sucked his cum into her mouth as her orgasm subsided.
They fell off each other, spent and lost in what they had just done. She had never throated a man before, and it had been years since he had cum twice in thirty minutes.
It was about twenty minutes later when she spoke, "My God, you are good. This has been everything I thought it would be, and we haven't even fucked yet!"
"I'm not sure I can," he replied, "those were two ball-draining cum shots I just let loose".
"Don't you worry, baby, I'm sure you have a few left," she cooed.
She crawled on top of him and began to kiss him deeply. She pushed her pussy down on his soft cock and began a rotating motion to stimulate him. This always worked on her husband, so she figured it would work here. He loved the feel of her soaked pussy rubbing on his soft cock and immediately started to respond. Must be strange pussy, he thought. He could never repeat with his wife and certainly not three times.
She pulled her mouth from his and slid around so his still soft cock was at her lips. She carefully held him by his shaft and began to slowly lick his cockhead, circling it with her tongue and every so often taking just the head in her mouth and sucking gently. She continued this until she felt a slight hardening in his dick and then began to stroke his full shaft firmly while sucking harder on the head. He responded quickly and began to push his hips up to force his cock down her throat again. But not this time. She kept only the first three inches in her mouth and continued to work the shaft to hardness with her fingers and the head with her mouth. One thing she could do was suck cock!
He felt his cock harden and wanted to cum again, but he knew it was time to fuck, and oh, did he want to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed, until she begged him to stop. He rose up on his knees as she did the same. They faced each other while she held his cock with both hands. They got closer, and she placed his cock between her thighs, at the entrance to her soaked cunt.
"Oh God, I want you to fuck me, fuck me now. I want to feel your cock plunging in and out of my pussy."
He looked at her, at the gleam of lust in her eyes, and pushed her over on her back. He knelt between her legs, looking down at her. He fingered her clit and stroked his cock. "Tell me how bad you want my cock, you slut!" he screamed at her.
"Now, I want it now, I need your cock, PLEASE FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHHHH...!" she cried out as he plunged his cock deep within her. He was buried to his balls in her cunt, fucking her like a bitch in heat.
"C'mon you cunt, fuck me like you mean it!"
She tightened her belly muscles and contracted her pussy as hard as she could as he plunged his dick in and out, in and out. He could feel her tight twat surround and engulf his rod, and he slid it back and forth. It felt so good to him. He pushed hard as she contracted, and the feeling on his stiff cock was indescribable. She made her cunt so tight that he had to really push to get it in.
She felt his cock tear into her. His piston-like strokes were sheer heaven. Her husband never fucked like this. She wanted it to go on and on. His cock hammered at her, and she bore down on him with all her strength. God, it felt so good! Oh yes, keep fucking me, she thought.
"You fucking slut, I love your hot cunt, yeah, tighten down on my cock, you hot little cunt, oh yeah, that's so good, yeah, tighter, TIGHTER BITCH!" he said to her.
"Oh, your hot cock is so good, yes, yes, keep fucking me, harder, yes, harder, oh YEAH, THERE. THERE. HERE I CUM, NOW, NOW, OH GOD, LET ME CUM...!" she cried out as she felt the orgasm flow through her. Her pussy gushed with hot juice as it rolled through her body. She shook so violently that he paused for a moment. Then he continued his relentless pounding on her swollen and pulsating pussy.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH YES, FUCK ME MORE, I'M STILL CUMMING, OH, OH, YESSS......" she cried out again, her legs high in the air and quivering as her orgasm continued.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her, placed it at her ass, and drove it deep into her asshole!
"OH NO, DON'T, NEVER DONE THAT, PLEASE STOP..."
He didn't care; he wanted to fuck every hole on her body. He drove his dick deep in her ass with the same hammering strokes.
She felt her rectum tear in pain, and she cried out, and suddenly he was deep within her, fucking her ass, and she liked it. It started to feel good, and she raised her hips higher to receive more of him. He slowed his strokes when he realized she was accepting him, and they began a slow rhythmic fucking motion.
"Oh man, if I knew it felt like this, I would have tried it sooner," she exclaimed! "Hmmm, this is good, oh yes, fuck my ass with that gorgeous dick of yours, yes, oh yes, that's good!"
"You hot little cunt, you want me to fuck your ass more?"
"Oh yes, more, more, please"
He rammed his cock deep in her and pumped with very short thrusts.
"YES, OH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, HARDER, YES, DEEPER!"
"You fucking little cunt, I'm fucking the shit out of you, now I need to cum on you..."
And he suddenly pulled his dick from her ass, stood over her, and jerked his cock as cum flowed from the end. Torrents of hot, white cum poured from his dick on her breasts, face, and belly. He continued to jerk himself off, and the cum continued to flow. She raised herself up and grabbed his cock and jerked it with him and aimed it at her open mouth. One last huge spurt flowed directly into her, and she drank it hungrily.
They stood there, somewhat frozen; his cock in her mouth, eyes closed, his body still trembling from his cum shot. She rubbed his cum all over her body and licked at her fingers. She wished she could eat more of him, but she knew there would be no more tonight.
"I'm sort of embarrassed about the way I spoke to you, but I was so lost in the moment."
"Think nothing of it, I loved the dirty talk.""It was a great turn-on."
VII
They showered, dressed, and were leaving when she said, "Well, did you like it?"
His reply was hesitant. He said, "Yes, I did. It was a very physical experience."
"Would you like to do it again sometime?" she asked.
"Maybe," he replied, "let's see how we feel about this in a week or two."
She smiled inwardly, knowing she had him hooked. | 3 |
106,804 | Cougar on The Prowl | Hank was a waiter at the posh night club where Jean and Quentin had just visited and met. He had been working there since it opened about four months ago. He had met Quentin in the first week he was there, and they had struck up a casual acquaintance. Hank had watched Quentin put the moves on some very attractive ladies and was a bit jealous of his success. He had been stewing over this when he finally got the nerve up to ask what his secret was.
"Mr. Shields," he said one evening, "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but I have noticed that you have never struck out here where most guys go down in flames with the really hot chicks. Would you mind telling me the secret of your success?"
"Hank, I'm flattered that you have noticed, but it's really very simple. What night aren't you working?"
"Thursday."
"Can you frequent the lounge as a customer?"
"Yes, no problem."
"OK, join me here around eight and stay close by me. I'll try to pick up a lady, and if it's the right one, the three of us will go to my place. You don't mind a threesome, do you? It will be great fun."
"Not in the least, to be at your side and watch how you score will be my pleasure."
Needless to say, that was the Thursday Quentin met Jean. From the first, Quentin had a feeling that she was hot to trot, even though she did her best to conceal her lust. He had a pre-arranged signal with Hank so he knew to stay back and not interfere. In fact, Hank was planting the make on one of the patrons in the booth. Hank knew if there was a green light, he would give his waiter a twenty-dollar tip, and he would give Hank the high sign. And that is exactly how it went down.
Hank had preceded the hot couple to Quentin's house and was in the bedroom off the master, listening to the serious fucking going on in the room next door. His cock was stiff as a steel rod as he longed to join them, but Quentin had been explicit, "Wait until I call for you. Then I want you to enter the room fully hard, and naked." When the couple left the bedroom and went into the hot tub, Hank knew he was close.
He heard Jean come back into the room, get her purse, and retire to the bathroom. Quentin then entered the bedroom where Hank was. "Wow, she is hotter than a two-dollar pistol. That gal is going to fuck both our brains out tonight. Can you stay all night?"
With a grin a mile wide, Hank said, "Count on it."
"Good, here's how it will go down."
A few minutes later, Quentin lay on the bed with the top covers off and was caressing his now flaccid dick. Jean entered the room, nude and looking ravishing. Her hair covered her shoulders, her tits were perfect, and her makeup, the swell of her hips just seemed to scream, "Fuck me." She stood there and fondled her tits, her eyes half-closed, as she loved playing with her nipples. She withdrew her hand from behind her back and produced a big, black, long dildo. She opened her legs and began to rub her pussy and clit with it as Quentin watched, fascinated. It did not take long for him to get hard watching her jerk off on the black cock. She stood there and shoved the dildo into her cunt, pulling it slowly out and then ramming it back in.
"Baby, wouldn't you like to do this for me?"
He jumped off the bed and went to her. He grabbed the dildo and began to fuck her with it, and she grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. "Turn it on, baby."
He found the switch, and a soft hum emanated from it, and she groaned. "Oh fuck, that feels so good. Not as good as you do, but close. Make me cum, baby, again, the night is still young."
This was better than he ever could have imagined. He pulled her down on the bed and sucked her nipples as he drove the dildo in and out of her. She began to moan and writhe as the big, black dong speared her insides. He used his index finger to rim her ass, and she moaned louder. She obviously liked it. He inserted his finger in her ass up to the second joint and began to finger-fuck her ass.
"Jean, baby, do you like this?"
"Oh fuck yes, baby, keep it up, I just wish it was your cock instead of your finger."
"Ah, have you ever had two men at once?"
"No, baby, but two hard cocks are a woman's dream."
That was all he needed to hear, and he coughed twice to tell Hank it was time. Hank walked softly into the room as Jean lay moaning and writhing as Quentin fucked her with the dildo and kept his finger in her ass. He slowly withdrew his finger, and she protested, "Oh no, leave it in."
"Not to worry, darling, I can do better than that." She was on the verge of another orgasm and did not comprehend what he had said, so she groaned louder and begged for her ass to be violated.
Hank had slipped onto the bed and had generously lubed his rock-hard cock and placed it at her asshole entrance, spread her cheeks, and pushed gently.
"Oh fuck! Yes, baby, slip it in!" Hank pushed his heavily lubed cock into her, and her sphincter popped as his glans passed by it. It was then Jean realized what had happened. This was not Quentin's cock up her ass but someone else's. She was on her back, and the huge black dildo was stuffed up her cunt, and now there was a cock buried about an inch in her ass. "Oh fuck, Quentin, whose dick is in my ass?"
"Just a friend, you said you wanted two hard cocks, and I am giving that to you."
"Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good, Fuck my ass, you masked man, do it!" Hank drove his cock deep in her, and she screamed in both pain and pleasure. He slowly withdrew slightly and began a slow rhythm on her asshole, while she moaned and groaned all the time.
Quentin quickly pulled the black dong from her and sat gently on her bountiful breasts and shoved his cock in her mouth. With her legs raised high, she had Hank fucking her ass and Quentin fucking her face. She pulled Quentin's cock from her mouth and said, "I don't who you are, and I don't care, just keep fucking my ass, baby!" Hank didn't need any encouragement at all. All he wanted to do was get his nut off deep in her ass. He had never done anal before, and it felt so hot and tight to him that he didn't know how long he would last. He started to hammer at her, and she screamed all the louder while jerking Quentin's cock.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby, fuck that ass, harder, yeah, baby, deep as you can go. Fuck that old dirt road, oh God, what a great feeling!" Quentin knew she would cum again, so he let her jerk his cock as Hank got his nut off. He felt her grip tighten around his prick and her body stiffen as the first wave rolled over her. He yelled, "Give it to her, Hank, now's the time!"
Hank could go no further and plunged his cock as deep in her rectum as he could while pulling her hips to him and let a torrent of white, hot cum into her. "He yelled, "Take it all, cunt, it's all yours, I'm filling your ass all with my hot spunk."
"Oh fuck me, baby, give me all you got, Oh yes, I can feel you, oh fucking God, it feels so good!" Hank let his cock jerk and spew its entire load deep in her ass. Since he had not cum in several days, it was a huge load of hot sperm that he shot into her. He slowly withdrew his cum and shit-soaked dick and watched as the cum slipped from her. "Oh, baby, give me your cock, I want to suck you dry."
Hank quickly moved to her face and shoved his cock in her waiting mouth. She sucked him, licked him, and jerked him to coax more cum from his rapidly shrinking hardon. She reached down and scooped with her fingers some cum that had leaked from her ass. She let the silvery thread of cum drip from her fingers into her mouth, savoring each drop. Hank watched her in wonder, she really was a cum slut.
Meanwhile, Quentin had all but been forgotten once Hank began his sexual assault on her ass. He had stroked his cock to full erection and now wanted his turn. Hank had moved away, trying to coax some life into his now limp dick, while Jean was savoring the cum on her fingers. Quentin got between her still-spread legs and pushed the head of his cock into her. She raised her head, a smile on her face. "Oh, baby, that was some surprise."
"I hope you didn't mind?"
"Mind? No way, I love having my ass pumped full of hot cum. Do you think you both can fuck me now? I need a really good fucking, and two dicks are always better than one."
"Well, you will have to suck Hank back to life, and then we'll give it a go. But, I want to fuck you while you're sucking Hank off. OK?""C'mon, honey, slip that cock right in. Hank, c'mere, I'm going to blow your balls off!"
Hank sat astride her breasts, and Jean pulled his cock to her mouth. She could really suck a cock and loved doing it. She took him in an inch at a time while fondling his balls and fingering his ass. She felt Quentin's hard cock enter her dripping pussy and begin a slow and rhythmic cadence in her. Hank was very eager to get into her again, so it was only a few minutes when his dick started to harden. Quentin kept up his slow, methodical pumping of her pussy as she sucked on Hank.
Once Hank was hard, she pulled his cock from her mouth and said, "OK, boys, time to fuck Momma." Quentin pulled out and got on his back while she got astride him and slowly lowered herself on his still-hard prick. She did it ever so slowly, enjoying every inch of him. He remained still, letting her take control. Hank got on his knees behind her with, once again, a well-lubed prick and pushed her forward on Quentin. She spread her cheeks to give him full entrance to her ass, and he gently pushed his cock into her until it passed her sphincter, and he heard the familiar "pop."
"Oh God, this is heaven, two hunks of man meat in me at the same time. Fuck me, guys, make me cum again."
Hank pushed his prick slowly and as deep as he could go, while Quentin continued a slow fucking of her pussy. "Oh, fucking God, that is so good! Quentin, dear, stop just a minute and push in as far as you can go. Hank, you do the same." Both men complied and rammed their cocks as far as they could. They were balls-deep in her ass and pussy. "Oh, fucking God, you are so deep and hot in me. I just love it! Fuck me, boys, now really fuck me!"
Each man could feel the other's cock as there was just a membrane of skin separating Jean's rectum from her pussy. They had to coordinate their thrusts so that as one was pulling out, the other was thrusting in. Jean began to scream in ecstasy as the cocks rammed into her, one after the other. The friction was intense on each man's cock, and Quentin knew it was time for him to cum. He began to thrust his hips up at Jean while Hank pushed downward on her ass. Jean held both legs straight out and hung on to her feet as the onslaught of cock ravished her.
She screamed as the orgasm rolled over her, wave after wave of muscular contraction, and each nerve ending feeling as if a needle was penetrating it. Hank came first and once again flooded her ass with his hot young cum, and finally, Quentin blew his load. He had been squeezing his prostate to hold it off as long as he could and finally released and flooded her cunt with his cum while she humped his cock uncontrollably. She was wild with desire and screamed at the top of her lungs, "OH FUCK, YES, YES, OH FUCK, YOUR CUM, OH FUCK, IT'S GOOD, IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD. OH FUCK, FUCK ME MORE!!!"
Both men continued to fuck her until she finally fell, exhausted, onto Quentin's chest, her body shaking and heaving, her breath coming in short gasps.
Hank withdrew his cock from her ass and squeezed the last of his load on her ass while Quentin's dick was still buried inside her. He winked at Hank, and Hank disappeared into the other room to clean and dress. He was gone from the premises before Jean recovered.
It took Jean almost a half-hour before she was coherent enough to talk. She had rolled off Quentin and lay there, rubbing her clit and moaning softly. "Oh God, that was incredible. I have never been fucked like that before. Hey, where's your friend?"
"Oh, I thought the rest of the night would just be you and me."
"Oh, baby, and I thought you might be too tired."
"Never, doll face, I am going to fuck you all night and into the morning. That is, unless you have to go to work tomorrow."
"Quentin, I think I'll take a day off for some personal business. That is, if we can conduct it here in bed."
"Your wish is my command." And with that, he swung his legs over her head, his cock slid into her mouth, and he gorged himself on her sopping, cum-filled pussy.
The End
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106,805 | First Moves | He had been in love with her from the moment he first laid eyes upon her. They were new hires at IBM's new location in East Fishkill, NY and both had been hired as junior programmers. He first saw her in new employee orientation and was struck by her absolute beauty. In his eyes, she had the face of a goddess with high cheekbones and almond-shaped, deep green eyes. Her lips were almost full but not too full, and her hair was shoulder-length with a slight flip at the top of her shoulders. It was a dark strawberry blond color, and he was sure it was natural. Some guys might not like her shape as she was round in all the right places but not thin at all. To him, her ass and breasts (what he could see) looked perfect.
After orientation, all the newbies went to the cafeteria for lunch. He was a few places behind her in line and followed her out into the large room. He noticed she definitely turned more than a few male heads as she walked by several tables and sat by herself. He asked if he could join her, and she looked and smiled and said, "Sure, have a seat."
He introduced himself as Brett, and she said her name was Sonja but she liked Sunny for short. They made small talk through lunch and found that they were in different departments but in the same organization. She was a finance major and was in Financial Systems, and he was an M.E. and in Industrial Systems. After lunch, they parted and went to their respective departments.
He said, "I hope I see you again."
She replied, "Yes, I'd like that."
Over the next few months, they met occasionally for lunch, and Brett even took her out to dinner several times. Each evening together made him want her more and more, but she never gave him any hint of an opening, so he bided his time.
On a particular Sunday evening, she invited him in for some coffee after they had been to a movie. She made the coffee and said to him, "Brett, I am sure you know office romances are doomed to failure."
Shocked, he looked at her with a quizzical look on his face. "I'm not sure I follow you. What romance? Our relationship has been completely platonic, but I must say, I wish it were more than that."
"So would I, but this is our first job, and I have been very careful not to let us become involved."
"Sunny, we are adults, and I have no doubt that we know how to behave in the workplace. Has anyone said anything to you about us?"
"Well, no, but...."
"But nothing. Your fears are totally groundless," and with that, he stood, walked over to her, put his arms around her, and kissed her. Her body melted into his, and he could feel the swell of her breasts on his chest and her pubis against his crotch. His erection formed immediately. She parted her lips and received his tongue with hers as they danced on each other. Her hands were on his face, pulling him close as she ground her venus mound into his balls. He moaned audibly, and she pulled back a little.
He implored her not to stop, but she broke the kiss and looked at him. "No, not here, I have a better place for us. Do you think we can wait until next weekend?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you are special to me, and I want it to be perfect. Will you wait until next Friday night? My folks have a ski lodge up in the Catskills, and we can use it. It's summer, so there's no one around, and we can really get to know each other completely, if you know what I mean." And she winked at him mischievously.
"OK, if I must, I will. Shall we leave right after work on Friday?"
"Yes, but we need to take two cars, and you can pick me up here, OK?"
"Discretion is my middle name," and he kissed her again. "This will be the longest week of my life."
He picked her up at her apartment right after 6 PM, and they started out on what he hoped would be a sexual extravaganza. He had no idea what lay ahead.
They made small talk on the way, as it was a 90-minute ride. He asked her, "Sunny, there are tons of good-looking guys at the office. What makes me so lucky?"
"Brett, what I liked about you was the fact you went slow. You didn't try to cop a feel or get in my pants after three dates, as most other guys do. In fact, you sort of frustrated me somewhat. I was wondering if there was something wrong with me!"
"Boy, did you have that wrong. I never saw a hint of an opening until Sunday night."
"Well, the wait for both of us is about to end," and she kissed him and stuck her tongue in his ear, and he almost lost control of the car.
"Sunny! Control yourself. I want to live to enjoy the weekend!"
They got off at the next exit and traveled another five miles up a mountain road and came to a spectacular mountain ski lodge. It was a multi-level three-story A-frame.
Sunny said, "It has six bedrooms, and I intend to use all of them." Brett looked at her and grinned.
They took their light luggage into the house and into the ground floor master bedroom. Brett noticed that just off the bedroom was a hot tub, and it was on, waiting for them.
Sunny told him to turn down the bed, get in, and she would be out in a minute as she went into the bathroom.
Brett took off his clothes and lay back on the bed with his head resting on his hand, waiting for her.
When she appeared, she took his breath away. She was absolutely gorgeous! He quickly swung his legs off the bed and drank in the sight before him. She stood framed in the light of the doorway as the bedroom was dimly lit by many candles, in a sheer white peignoir and was naked underneath. Her body, in a word, voluptuous. Her breasts were huge, and he had no idea about that, with large pronounced areolae. He could not see her nipples in the dim light. Her hips flared out to frame a magnificent Venus mound, and he could not tell if she was shaved or not. His erection began immediately, and he did nothing to hide his lust for her.
She walked to him with her arms spread in offering. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she whispered, "Do you like what you see?"
"Can't you tell?" and he looked down at his hardening cock.
She was close enough to him to reach and caress it and said, "Oh, that's so nice. I can't wait to suck it and feel it deep within me."
He rose and kissed her hungrily. His cock was pressed between them, and she kept her hand on it, stroking it softly as their tongues entwined in the eternal dance of the mouth. Each of them sought oral domination of the other as the tongues darted and probed the other's mouth. Their teeth were locked together, and as they drank each other's juices.
Meanwhile, Brett started humping her hand with his rigid dick, and she brought both hands down on it and began to jerk him off.
Sunny suddenly broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, engulfing his cock with her warm, moist mouth. Brett was totally unprepared for this move and shot a load of cum almost immediately deep into her mouth, which she drank down thirstily. His cock pumped more silvery threads than he thought imaginable, and she swallowed every drop.
He dropped to his knees, spent, and they kissed again.
"Sunny, I'm sorry, I came so quickly..."
"Shush, that was my doing. I wanted you to cum quickly so we could relax and really get it on. OK?"
"You are unbelievable. I have never met a woman like you."
"I hope not."
He got back on the bed, and she stood before him, slowly opening her peignoir and revealing her magnificent tits, and they were magnificent. She slowly pinched at her nipples amidst her immense areolae, and they began to harden. Her breasts were DD in size and stood out firmly from her young, voluptuous body. Watching her made him want her even more, but he knew she wanted to do this; tease him a little and make him want her. His cock was already stiff and aching for her, but he knew he had to wait.
Her right hand slowly moved down her body to her pussy, where he could see a heart-shaped patch of light-colored pubic hair. So, she was natural, he thought. She stood there, legs partially spread, gown open, nipples taut, and inserted two fingers into her scented pussy. Her eyes closed, and her breath became more rapid as she moved her fingers slowly in and out. He could see they were wet with her love juice and longed to taste them. As if reading his mind, she removed her fingers and placed them on his lips, which he licked at hungrily. The smell and taste were intoxicating.The mixture of her perfume with her own smell was driving him wild, and he reached for her, but she pushed him back gently. "No, baby, not yet, we must wait..." she cooed to him.
He licked at and sucked on her fingers, letting his tongue savor the sweet, musky taste. She spread her index and middle fingers so his tongue could taste all of her. Her taste drove him wild with desire, and he sucked her fingers in the manner that he wanted to suck her pussy. His hands were stroking his cock as his eyes drank in her beautiful breasts with their hardened nipples.
She withdrew her fingers from his mouth and stepped back from him, all the while not losing eye contact. She turned away from him and slowly let her gown drop to the floor. She had the most incredible ass he had ever seen. It was round and firm and perfectly shaped. She was not thin and certainly not overweight. She looked just right to him, with the right curves in the right places. She spread her legs slightly so he could see her large labia, which hung from her pussy about two inches. He longed to take her lips in his mouth and make her cum, but he would wait.
She began to run her hands up and down her sides. He could not see it, but he knew she was pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. She turned to him ever so slowly, as he held his breath. His cock ached, and his breath was coming in short gasps. He never believed he could be so turned on so much just by watching a woman, but he had already decided this was no ordinary woman. She stood before him, one arm across her breasts and the other slowly working her clit. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was moaning his name softly.
He could stand it no longer and stood and approached her with his stiff cock in his hand. She looked down at it and covered his hand with hers. They kissed, and he dropped to his knees and inhaled her musky scent from her pussy. He loved the smell of her, and she opened her legs wider to give him entrance. He spread her labia with his fingers and placed his tongue on her pink clit. She shuddered slightly as he flicked at it with his tongue. He had already made up his mind that he was going to be patient and take his time. He never wanted this to end. At least not for a couple of hours!
She loved having her pussy eaten. To her, it was as good as fucking, well, almost. The feel of his tongue against her clit and then the way he slowly pushed it into her was heavenly. She spread more so he could push his tongue deeper. She groaned audibly and reached down and pulled him by the head to her while pushing her steaming cunt to him. He ate her as if he had not eaten in weeks, all the while his tongue penetrating her while flicking at her clit. Her response was immediate as she pushed her hips to him and ground her cunt into his mouth. "Oh God, Brett, your tongue feels heavenly, eat me, suck me, make me cum, please!"
He increased the pressure of his lips on her labia, now sucking it completely into his mouth and closing his lips around hers. With his tongue, he licked and flicked at her clit and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. He wished he had wetted his finger with saliva, but he had had no time, and he pushed gently at her asshole with the tip. If she rejected this act, he would back off her ass, but she did not. She just groaned louder as he pushed his fingertip into her ass while beating her clit and sucking her labia. Suddenly, her whole body stiffened, and she let out a strangled cry, "Oh Brett, yes, yes, my darling, fuck me with your mouth, oh yes, I am CUMMING!" and her hips bucked into his face so hard he heard a crack in his nose.
Who cares, he thought, I am eating the pussy of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, what's a few battle scars? His mouth was flooded with her juices as she came hard. He could feel her cunt contracting as wave after wave hit her, and finally, her legs could take no more, and she fell on him onto the floor and then on her back. But Brett was relentless and kept her pussy in his mouth as she fell on her back, legs spread wide, inviting his cock to enter. He was lost in her cunt, however, and fucking would have to wait. He was intoxicated on her smell and taste and could not get enough. He drove his tongue and now his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, and she suddenly cried out again, "OH MY FUCKING GOD! I AM CUMMING AGAIN, OH, IT'S SO GOOD, PLEASE BRETT, DON'T STOP, YES, YES, YES, OH AGAIN, AHHHHH..." And he continued to eat, lick, suck and savor her swollen and dripping cunt. He was drunk on her pussy.
She finally pushed his head away; she was exhausted and needed to recover.
Brett rose and looked down at her. She was magnificent in repose. Her reddish-blond hair in disarray, her beautiful breasts heaving from labored breathing, and her pussy and upper thighs glistening with her cum juice. He wanted to fuck her there, now, but he wanted her to fuck him back, so he sat on the bed and just stared at her, wondering why he was so lucky. This creature was so desirable, and she had chosen him. He stood, lifted her with ease, and placed her on the bed. He went to the kitchen to see what he could find for dinner, his cock wilting along the way.
Brett didn't know it, but Sunny had arranged to have the fridge stocked for their weekend there, so when he opened it up, he got a pleasant surprise. Inside were a half-dozen bottles of Chandon White Star champagne plus all sorts of delectable goodies. He noticed a tub of caviar, so he selected that plus a bottle of the White Star and prepared a tray for them. He backed into the bedroom with the tray, turned, and the sight before him almost made him drop the tray.
There stood Sunny, her hands on her hips, wearing an outfit right out of a porn movie. She had six-inch platform heels on, black stockings that stopped at mid-thigh and were attached to a black lace garter belt, fully exposing her pussy. Her breasts were encased in a black lace bra, but it had no cups. There was a strip of material and wire under them that pointed them out perfectly, making them look twice their normal size. She had applied a fresh touch of makeup, and the unmistakable scent that she wore was everywhere. He stared at her, mouth open and cock rising.
"Like what you see, lover boy?" she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him and sucked his entire cock into her mouth. He was stunned, still holding the tray. He wanted to put it down, but didn't want to move, didn't want to break the moment. She had his balls in her hands now and was sucking him to erection. He felt his dick grow rapidly and was soon only half in her mouth, and she began to slowly suck him to the brink. He had to pull away or shoot another load.
He placed the tray on the floor and devoured her with his eyes as she knelt in front of him, licking her lips lasciviously while staring at his erect cock.
He said, "Stand up and walk over to the chair." She did as bidden. "Lean over the top of the chair," and she did, presenting him with a full view of her ass and pussy. He didn't know what to do first, as her pussy was mere inches from his cock, but her ass was so perfect. But, his male lust took over, and he walked to her and placed his cock just inside her labia.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, "finally I'm getting your nice, smooth, hard cock in my wet cunt..." and, hearing that, he could wait no longer and shoved his prick into her completely! "YES! OH YES, BRETT, OH FUCK ME HARD, YES, YES, OH PLEASE FUCK ME!" And he began a furious pace of driving his cock in and out of her, such that it was a blur to watch. He had waited so long to fuck her, and now she was his, all his, and he fucked her wildly. She hung onto the chair and met his thrusts with her hips and ass. It felt so good to have his cock buried deep in her and fucking the shit out of her. She was wild with passion and screamed, "OH FUCK, OH GOD, YES, YES, YES, OH, CUM, OH YES, LET ME CUM, OH YEAH, THERE, NOW, OHHHH...FUCK ME!"
And he felt her cunt contract on him as his cock exploded in a huge torrent of hot, silver threads of cum. He pumped her hard as his balls emptied within her; his cock throbbed and pulsed as stream after stream shot deep in her. She whimpered as he continued to deposit his silvery load with stroke after stroke. He could feel he was not quite finished, so he quickly pulled out and spun her around onto the floor and aimed his prick head at her mouth, which was open and waiting. One last spurt emanated from him and flowed down into her waiting mouth. She swallowed and licked at her lips.
"I think a nice glass of champagne is in order now, don't you?" she said with a smile on her cum-glistened lips.
The rest of the evening was a continual barrage on each of their bodies. They fucked and sucked each other to excess, and neither knew how many orgasms were experienced. Around dawn, they fell fast asleep in each other's arms, the bed sheets and their bodies coated in each other's juices.
The couple slept until late afternoon when they awoke and kissed deeply. Brett said, "I'm starved, how about some brunch?"
"The only thing I want to eat is your cock," said Sunny, and immediately took his soft cock in her mouth and began to suck him.
"Hey, wait a minute..."
"Uh uh," she mumbled through a mouthful of hardening prick, so Brett just lay back and enjoyed it. She ran her hands along his shaft as it filled with blood, hardening. She sucked his cockhead and licked at his balls, all the while stroking him. She wanted him to cum, and she wanted it quick. Her head bobbed up and down while her hands were a blur jerking him off, when suddenly he groaned and said, "Oh Sunny, please, oh, oh, there I'm gonna cum...." And he erupted in her mouth. Streams of cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed much of it, but still, there was much that overflowed her lips and dribbled onto her chin.When his orgasm concluded, she sat up and looked at him, cum dripping from her face, and said, "Mmmmm, good!" They laughed together, and he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, tasting the bitterness of his own cum. Her closeness made him want her, and he reached down to spread her legs so he could eat her, but she pushed him away. "No, baby," she said, "after all the sex we had last night, I must be pretty stinky down there, so you go in the kitchen and I'll get cleaned up and fix my hair."
He had to admit, she did smell a little gamey, so he complied.
About 45 minutes later, Sunny walked into the kitchen and found Brett preparing Eggs Benedict and coffee.
"Hmmm, a great fuck, and he cooks too. What more could a woman want?"
Brett turned to look at her. She was incredibly beautiful. She had on tight white shorts and a tube top that enhanced her great tits. Her hair was done in an upsweep, and her face was tastefully made up. She had on the six-inch "fuck me" pumps and smelled exotic. He went to her, and they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing on each other. He felt himself start to rise, so he quickly pulled away and said, "If you want to eat, you have to stay away!"
They devoured the brunch he had prepared and just sat there enjoying the mountain view out the kitchen window. Brett could not keep his eyes off Sunny and kept looking at her, wanting her more. He thought he was falling in love with her, or was it just lust?
Sunny looked over at him, smiled, and said, "Bet I know what you're thinking..."
"I doubt it," he replied. "Sunny, you've suddenly become very important to me."
"What are you trying to say to me, Brett?"
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
She looked at him, stood, took him by the hand, and led him to the adjacent bedroom. They stood facing each other, and she pulled her tube top down to her waist, revealing her magnificent tits. Each time he saw them, they took his breath away, and he lowered his head to suckle them. Her nipples were firm and hard between his lips, and he bit down on them while holding her breasts together with his hands. She moaned slightly as he bit one and then the other. He sucked them hard and ran his tongue around the areole. Sunny felt weak in the knees and fell backward onto the bed.
Brett removed her shorts and plunged his tongue deep in her pussy, tasting the exotic essence of her cunt once again. He was wild with lust as his breath came in short gasps, and his cock seemed about to burst. Sunny slid up onto the bed, and Brett swung his legs over her head and buried his head on her pussy while she reached for his turgid cock and pulled him to her mouth. He felt his cock slide into her mouth as she relaxed her throat to accept all of him. Her legs spread wide to give him full access to her sweet pussy.
They rocked back and forth, his tongue going in and out as his cock slipped deep into her throat. He moved his hips slowly so as not to hurt her, and she hungrily inhaled his maleness. Her pussy flowed as if a faucet had turned on, and he drank of her essence. He loved the taste of her cunt juice mixed with her exotic scent. He sucked gently on her clit, and she moaned loudly from deep within her throat. Her throat muscles contracted on his cock, and she fought down the gag reflex. She wanted to feel his cock shoot forth its sweet load and have it flow to her belly.
But Brett had other ideas. He slowed down his eating of her pussy and gradually withdrew his cock from her mouth. He rose, turned, and straddled her gorgeous body with his cock laying between her magnificent breasts. She knew what he wanted, and she pushed her breasts together to surround his engorged dick in a grip of velvet. Brett moaned softly as her soft, yet firm breasts engulfed his throbbing prick. He slid his dick back and forth, feeling the satin-like softness of her. Her breasts were so large that when pushed together, they formed a surrogate pussy for him. She leaned her head forward to lick at his cock head each time it came to her mouth. He wished he had a longer cock so it could slide into her mouth while enclosed in her magnificent tits.
As if reading his mind, Sunny pushed herself further beneath him so his cock could enter her mouth easily on the upstroke. He was in heaven with the silky feel her beautiful tits gave and her soft, warm mouth as he completed each stroke. Almost immediately, he could feel his balls start to contract in that now-familiar stricture, indicating he was getting close to cumming. He longed to make this moment last, so he squeezed hard internally in his groin to delay the inevitable as long as he could. He focused on the silky grip her breasts put on his cock and the warmth of her mouth each time his cock entered it. To him, it was the most wonderful feeling he had ever experienced. In and out went his throbbing prick as he came closer to the edge, and then, without warning, streams of silvery cum shot forth from his dick onto her face and into her open mouth. He pushed his dick far into her mouth and emptied his full load of cum down her throat, which she greedily swallowed. He pulled his cock from her mouth, and she took it in her hands and rubbed the last drips of his warm cum all over her face and tits.
He looked down at her, his semi-hard cock in her hands as she licked it clean. He massaged more of his cum into her breasts and then bent down, and they kissed. The lovers lay there, looking at each other, hopelessly lost in each other.You can enjoy love with a woman and still enjoy sex with a man. "Have you ever thought about it?" she asked as she placed her hand lightly on Sunny's forearm. Sunny felt a tingle go through her body when Heidi touched her.
"No, I guess I haven't," Sunny replied.
"Well, it's something you might think about. Love with another woman can be an exquisite experience. And if you ever care to experiment, I would love to be your partner."
Heidi was already thinking about it and getting slightly horny as she showed Heidi around the house. She decided to put Heidi in a bedroom close to them for the night. Who knows what might happen?
It was getting late and Heidi decided to turn in, and it was not soon enough for Brett. He had a semi-rigid dick since she walked in the door and wanted to fuck Sunny badly.
Sunny and Brett retired to their bedroom and were naked almost instantly. Brett dropped to his knees and began to smother her pussy with wet tongue kisses, and she responded by dropping to the floor with her legs spread wide. He quickly turned, and she placed his hardening cock in her mouth, and they began a slow and elongated sixty-nine. She loved the feel of his tongue deep within her, and he loved the feel of his cock sliding down her relaxed throat. The lovers continued in a slow and rhythmic cadence, each moaning loudly, although muffled.
Heidi lay in bed playing with her pussy with a dildo, listening to the lovers in the room next door. She was a highly sexed woman, and it had been three days since she last fucked, and that was not that satisfying. Profitable, yes, satisfying, no. She longed to join them, feel their bodies, suck Sunny's pussy and Brett's cock, and cum with them in one tremendous orgasm. Fuck it, she thought, why not just walk in and join them? So, naked, she left her bed with her dildo and crept into their room.
The door was open, so she peeked in first and saw them sixty-nining, each lost in the throes of passion. Brett was on top of Sunny, so Heidi walked silently to place herself at Sunny's head, where she observed her expert throating of Brett's cock. Hmmm, she thought, this chick's good! She knelt at Sunny's head and lowered her face so that she could lick at Brett's balls as he went in and out of Sunny's throat. She licked him gently at first, not wanting to break the moment. Brett moaned a little louder as she put more pressure on his ball sac with her tongue. He moaned even louder when she licked his ass and spread his cheeks to give her entrance to his asshole. He began to push his cock harder into Sunny when Heidi plunged her tongue into his ass.
Sunny was vaguely aware of Heidi as she was close to orgasm. Her release was starting slowly, and she wanted to enjoy every minute. She felt Brett's strokes increase and had to pull his cock out somewhat to prevent her gag reflex, and she sucked him harder, tasting the beginnings of his cum. She could feel the warmth spread through her pussy and the start of the familiar contraction of her cunt when suddenly she arched her back and bucked her pussy wildly at Brett. He could not contain himself any longer and let his cum flow into her mouth as he felt the contractions in her pussy. She cried out, "Oh God Brett, I am cumming so hard..." The cum flowed from her mouth and down her cheeks, and that's when she realized Heidi was there, licking and sucking Brett's cum from her face. It bothered her not as she milked the last of his cum from his spurting cock with her mouth and hands, and he feverishly attacked her flowing cunt with his tongue and mouth.
Heidi sat back and licked her hands and lips and said, "God Brett. Your cum tastes so sweet!" Shocked, he looked up from Sunny's pussy and saw Heidi sitting there, smiling at him, sucking her fingers dry. "Mmmmm, you are so good, I'd love to fuck you if Sunny would let me."
Sunny, recovering from her crashing orgasm, looked at them both and said, "Uh uh, not unless it's a three-way."
Brett could not believe what he was hearing. He was going to get a chance to fuck two gorgeous cunts at once. What a stroke of good fortune!
He stood with his cock in his hand and walked over to Heidi, who was on her knees instantly. She took his cock and sucked it slowly into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable to Brett, who closed his eyes and murmured, "Oh my fucking God, does that feel good..." He slowly began to regain his erection as she sucked him down her throat. Now he had two women who could throat him. He was in paradise.
Sunny meanwhile, got behind him and began to rim his asshole with her tongue as he spread his ass wide open for her. She placed the tip of her tongue at his asshole and could smell his muskiness. She flicked at it and then stuck her tongue deep in his ass. He was in ecstasy as he pumped Heidi's gorgeous mouth and felt Sunny's hot tongue deep in his ass. He kept it up for a good five minutes as he had just shot his load and was good to go for a while. Heidi pulled away from him, stood up, sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, legs spread wide. She wanted to feel some cock, and she wanted it now. She patted the bed for Sunny to join her. Brett stood there, cock fully erect, ready to fuck them both.
He dropped to his knees in front of the two glistening cunts and began to eat Heidi while fingering Sunny. He drank in her juices and shoved his tongue deep inside her warm cunt. In and out went his tongue, and he could feel her start to respond while he continued finger-fucking Sunny. Heidi reached down with her hands and pulled his head directly into her warm pussy. His mouth was filled with her, and he began to suck her clit. She began to buck her hips, and he was afraid she might break his nose!
Sunny rose and got behind him and placed her hand on his asshole. She quickly slipped two fingers into him and began to finger his ass as he consumed Heidi's cunt. Heidi suddenly cried out, "OH FUCKING GOD, I'M CUMMING, YES OH YES, I'M CUMMING...UHHHHH...!" and her body went rigid in intense orgasm. Sunny frigged herself as she fucked Brett's ass and also cried out, "OH YES, YES, YES, I'M CUMMING TOOOOOO...!" and she fell off Brett and rubbed her clit furiously.
Brett kept his position and continued to suck at Heidi's clit, then he got to his knees and pushed his cock deep in her cunt. "OH MY FUCKING GOD," she screamed, "OH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, BRETT..." And he plunged his dick in and out with fast piston-like strokes. He wanted to cum in her sweet pussy so badly. In and out he went, and Sunny was behind him licking his balls and ass when he finally shot his load deep in her hot, wet cunt. Jets of silvery, hot cum shot forth from his cock deep within her as he continued to ram himself into her. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, and he loved fucking her, violating her cunt, filling her with his cum.
He rose from her, his dick dripping the last of his cum on the floor. Sunny knelt there watching Heidi, her breasts heaving with labored breathing, Brett's cum oozing from her cunt, and acting on impulse, she placed her mouth over Heidi's pussy and began to suck Brett's cum from her. She filled her mouth with his cum and then rose and kissed Heidi deeply, letting all the cum flow into Heidi's mouth. Heidi felt the kiss and was surprised by the sweet taste of Brett's cum mingled with her pussy juice. She tongued Sunny's mouth to get all of it and swallowed.
A few minutes later, the three were in bed when Heidi said, "That's one of the best fucks I've ever had, and believe you me, I have fucked a lot of men and women."
"It was kind of special, wasn't it," said Sunny.
Brett lay there with a big shit-eating grin on his face and said, "It was unbelievable!"
Heidi sat up, looked at the two of them, and said, "Yes, the fuck was great, but we have yet to make love to each other. Are you two game for that?"
Brett and Sunny looked at each other, grinned, and agreed.
Heidi crawled over on top of Sunny and began to kiss her passionately. Their tongues entwined in a dance of love. Sunny could not believe the ecstasy she was feeling at the touch of another woman. She had already eaten Heidi's pussy, and now wanted Heidi to eat her, but Heidi had other ideas.
Heidi motioned for Brett to roll over and eat Sunny while Heidi shifted her position to lick at Sunny's pussy, and then Sunny grabbed Brett's cock and chowed down on him. They were arranged in a perfect circle on the bed. Heidi slurping noisily at Sunny's pussy, Sunny sucking hungrily on Brett's cock, and Brett enjoying the sweet cunt of Heidi. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of sex and lust as the trio gorged themselves on each other's sex.
Brett's mouth consumed Heidi's pussy. Her taste was unlike Sunny's but equally intoxicating to him. He sucked at her clit and chewed on her labia like a starved man. She flowed freely into his mouth, and he drank of her essence as his prick throbbed in Sunny's mouth. He thought of two things; make Heidi cum and shoot another load of hot cum down Sunny's throat.
Sunny was lost in her own world. She had never experienced another woman eating her cunt, and Heidi was an expert. How did she know so much about sex and still be so young? Sunny would never learn the truth about Heidi.
Heidi meanwhile, was enjoying hot sex for the first time in months. She was tired of faking orgasms for the johns she fucked each week, even if they paid her $5000 for doing it.
The trio sucked at each other for more than half an hour, with each woman experiencing multiple orgasms, but Brett had not been able to cum. He had cum three times already that day, so was a little worn out. The frenzied daisy chain finally broke apart after Heidi screamed so loudly with a final orgasm that it startled the two lovers.The three lay there, satisfied, and Brett wondered what they could do for an encore.
After a few minutes, Heidi rose and left the room. Brett and Sunny looked at each other with questioning looks. A few minutes later, she reappeared, and their mouths fell open. She had on a strap-on dildo, and it looked to be a foot long! She smiled at them and stroked it as a man would his own cock, and walked sexily over to the bed. Brett watched Sunny as she could not take her eyes off the latex cock. Involuntarily, she licked her lips as Heidi offered it to her. Their eyes met in silent communication as Sunny sucked on the cock offered to her.
Brett slipped off the bed and went to the chair, sat, and watched. He was fascinated. Heidi started to move her hips as he would do, and the huge dildo slipped in and out of Sunny's wide-open mouth. It was much too large for her to throat, so she sucked noisily on the head and ran her tongue up and down the shaft as if it were Brett's. Heidi massaged her hardened nipples with her fingers and pinched them hard, making Sunny squirm as she sucked the cock. Brett's cock began to rise at the sight unfolding before him, and he stroked it gently, wanting to give himself maximum pleasure.
Heidi whispered to Sunny, "Do you want me to fuck you with this large, long cock?"
Sunny, turned on completely, lay back on the bed and said huskily, "Oh yes, Heidi, please fuck me with your long, fat prick. Fill my pussy with it, I want to feel it deep in me." And she spread her legs wide and pulled her labia apart with her fingers, fully exposing her hot love hole. Heidi placed herself between Sunny's legs and gently pushed the lubricated head of the cock into her wide-open pussy. "Oh God, does that feel good, push it in, let me feel it enter me and fuck me," said Sunny.
But Heidi was very experienced and knew this would hurt Sunny if she shoved it in as a man would, so she slowly worked it in and out, letting Sunny's natural love juices lubricate herself. Sunny felt the huge head of the cock enter her. She had never had a man this big. It filled her entirely, and then it began to penetrate her. Slowly. In and out, just like a real dick, oh yes, it was really going in now. "C'mon Heidi, give me more, I can take it," she thought.
Brett sat there amazed by the sheer size of the dildo as it slid into Sunny. It was at least twice as big as he and maybe even bigger. His cock began to throb in his hands, so he had to slow a little. Then he had an idea - why not fuck Heidi's ass as she fucked Sunny? So, he got up and approached the bed, his cock rigid in his hand. Heidi turned and saw him coming and smiled an invitation and spread her legs as best she could to offer her ass to him. He got on the bed behind her and started to rub the juices flowing from her pussy up onto her asshole. He inserted a finger into her and could feel her constrict on it.
Now the dildo was fully in Sunny, and she was moaning in sheer pleasure. Heidi moved in and out of her slowly, waiting for her ass to be penetrated, and then she felt Brett's cock pushing against her sphincter, and then he was in. "Oh good, Brett. Yeah. Like that, slide your cock up my ass while I fuck your woman. Do you like this huge dick, Sunny?"
"I love it, Heidi, please give me more and harder. I want to feel my insides fill with your huge prick. Fuck me, please!"
"As soon as your guy fills my ass with his meat, honey, oh yeah, there Brett, shove that prick in me!" And he was in and fucking the shit out of her, literally. Brett's cock slid smoothly in and out of Heidi's ass as Heidi's cock slid up and down in Sunny's gaping cunt. Sunny couldn't believe the size of the dick that was fucking her, and she was ready to blow her load. Her back arched up, and she screamed, "OHMYFUCKING GOD, I AM CUMMING, OH PLEASE, PLEASE, KEEP THAT PRICK IN ME AND FUCK ME TO DEATH...." And Heidi responded by ramming the huge dildo into her as Sunny screamed, "....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......YEAH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK FUCK, YEAH, NOW, MORE, UHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........".
Heidi tightened her ass muscles on Brett's cock as she felt him stiffen, and he cried out, "OH FUCKING YEAH HEIDI, SQUEEZE MY COCK WITH YOUR ASS, OH YES, YES, THAT'S IT, I'M GONNA FILL YOUR ASS FULL OF CUM AND HERE IT Cummmmmmmmsssss...." And he shot a torrent of hot cum deep in her ass.
Feeling her ass fill with cum brought on a crushing climax for Heidi, "OH FUCK YES, FILL MY ASS, MAKE ME CUM, YES, YES, THERE OHHHH...............". She reached down to the base of the dildo and turned on the vibrator switch. Both women screamed in ecstasy, "OHMIFUCKINGGOD!, I'M CUMMING AGAIN." Both their bodies went so rigid in such intense orgasms it scared Brett somewhat, and he pulled his cock from Heidi's ass.
He knelt behind the two women, watching them fuck each other as hard as they could, each one screaming to the other, "OH YES, YES, YES, I'M CUMMIMG SO HARD, OH YEAH, NOW, OH FUCK, GIVE ME THAT BIG PRICK DEEPER, HARDER, OHHHHH......................"..
Finally, the two were spent, and Heidi lay atop Sunny, the huge dildo, now turned off, still buried in Sunny's wet pussy.
After a few minutes, Heidi rolled off Sunny, pulling the cock from her as Sunny moaned as it was withdrawn. "Oh, that felt so good..."
Brett sat there watching the two women in repose. They were so beautiful, and he had fucked them both. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would be so lucky. He had fucked, sucked, and been blown by two of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. Life was good! But, he still wanted more. He sat there and stroked his limp cock back to life. He wanted to fuck both of them at once and cum on them one more time. His cock was semi-hard, and he crawled over to Heidi, straddled her head, and let his cock hang in front of her face.
She opened her eyes, smiled, and took his cock in her mouth. "God, she thought, this guy is insatiable, I had better get his phone number in case I'm ever this horny again." She sucked hungrily on his cock, and soon he was fully erect. He let her suck more, and then he got up and stood at the bedside. Heidi rolled over with her legs dangling over the side of the bed and spread her pussy wide for him. He rammed his cock in her so hard that she yelled and woke Sunny.
Brett rammed his cock in and out of Heidi as rapidly as he could. Sunny watched in fascination and then slid down next to Heidi on the bed, legs spread so he could fuck her as well. He hammered at Heidi's cunt and then saw Sunny's glistening pussy and pulled his cock from Heidi and rammed it to the hilt in Sunny. She gasped at the forcefulness but raised her hips to give him more of her to fuck.
He fucked the two women relentlessly for about ten minutes and then exclaimed, "What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't cum, I want to cum on the two of you!"
Heidi, wise in all facets of sex, told him to lie down on the bed, and she would bring him off. He said no, he wanted to cum on them. She said, no problem, just give her the sign he was ready.
He lay on the bed, and she stood over him. She placed Sunny over his head, and on the signal, she lowered herself, her hot cunt onto his throbbing dick, and Sunny placed her steaming pussy directly over his mouth.
The feeling was indescribable to Brett as Heidi slid down his hardon, and he gorged himself on Sunny's sweet twat. Heidi slowly rose up and down on Brett's stiff prick as she watched Sunny's face as he devoured her pussy. Her juices flowed into his mouth and down his throat as he sucked her cunt and clit. In a few minutes, he could feel his balls start to tighten, and he knew he was close, so he signaled Heidi, who quickly dismounted, pushed Sunny from his face, and they lay head to head on the bed with Brett at their side, furiously jerking himself off.
He spit on his cock and jerked himself to a mind-shattering orgasm as he spit forth hot, silvery streams of cum down on their faces and into their mouths. He could not believe he could have any cum left, and yet he shot it forth, all over the gorgeous faces, eyes, noses, hair, mouths, necks, and tits. It was an incredible orgasm. Finally, he fell down on the bed, exhausted.
The trio then spent the rest of the night sleeping the sleep of the sexually satisfied.
They awoke the next morning, and Brett drove Heidi to the nearest gas station where she could get gas.
On the way, Heidi said, "You know, Brett, I am very attracted to you, but you could become a very expensive boyfriend."
"I don't understand," he replied.
"Brett, we are great in bed together, and that's no good for me. I make my living fucking other men for income. Do you follow me?"
Brett was stunned. "You mean you're a prostitute?"
"Well, that's one way to put it. I like to say I'm an Escort, or Model, and a very expensive one at that. I would normally get $10,000 for the night we just had together."
"I don't fucking believe this. My girl and I just fucked our brains out with a whore!"
"Yes, I'm a whore, but a very high-class whore. But, all the same, just a whore. But you have no fear of STD since I test regularly and am negative on everything. I hope this doesn't dissuade you from seeing me if you are in the mood."
"Heidi baby, I can't afford you!"
"Brett honey, I have an attraction for you, it's for the sex, not the money. Will you call me?"
"I'll have to think about it."
She kissed him lightly, and he left her at the gas station and drove back to the ski lodge, wondering how the hell he would tell Sunny.
He entered, and she could tell immediately something was wrong. She walked over to him and kissed him deeply, their tongues entwined. She felt him move his crotch close to her, and she ground her pubis in response. They groped at each other as a bitch dog in heat with her stud.He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where they commenced a long, passionate session of love.
They were perfect together, neither could satisfy their lust for the other. They needed each other, each other's body, each other's essence, each other's thundering orgasms. They spent two hours exploring each other's body again as if it were the first time; they fucked, they sucked, they rimmed each other, and finally they experienced mutual, mind-boggling orgasms, clutching each other tightly and letting the waves of pleasure roll over them.
They lay on the bed, and Brett said, "Sunny, there is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. Heidi is a prostitute."
Sunny lay there quietly for a while and then said, "I'm not surprised. She was very young, and no one of that age could possibly know all the tricks she knows without some help."
"I was shocked," said Brett. "Are you not offended?"
"Not really, we had fabulous sex, didn't we?"
Brett was silent, thinking maybe he might give Heidi a call.
Sunny wondered if a man's cock would ever be able to satisfy her the way she had been by Heidi's dildo. | 3 |
106,822 | Red's BBQ | Her double-wide was nicely furnished, and Rowdy spotted where the master bedroom was. He lifted Earline off the floor and carried her to the king-size bed where they would be much more comfortable.
He watched her as she lay there, semi-conscious and exhausted from her multiple orgasms. A smile flickered across her face. Women, they think they hold all the cards just because they have tight little cunts. Well, he certainly could disprove that theory...again.
He got up on the bed and rolled her onto her back. She looked at him, mumbling, "No, no, no, not yet, I can't..." He lay down between her legs, his legs hanging off the bed, and he began to lick at her inner thighs. She trembled at his touch. The tip of his tongue gliding up the inside of her thigh felt like fire. She writhed on the bed, trying to evade him, but her subconscious lust wanted him. He moved his head to her other thigh and extended his tongue from his mouth so he lapped her, and her desire grew hotter. She moaned softly, pushing her pudenda at him, offering her hot, dripping pussy to him. He knew what she wanted, but he delayed piercing her inner thighs with his tongue, letting his hot breath come closer to her, inhaling the muskiness of her.
"What do you want, baby?" he whispered from between her legs. "Tell me, I need to hear it from you." He reached up and began to rub at her nipples as they hardened. They were like hot pebbles in his fingertips.
"Oh, eat me, baby, eat me now!" she cried out.
"How badly do you want it, baby?"
"Oh, bad, baby, I need to feel you eating my hot cunt. Stick your tongue in me, eat me, suck me, fuck me with your mouth, please do me, please, please," she begged. He knew he had her now; she would be crying for him to fuck her soon, but he was more engrossed in the musky cunt spread before him, and he began to lick around the edges of her blood-engorged labia. Her pussy glistened with her womanly juices, and he licked and sucked them into his mouth, savoring her sweetness. Ahh, he thought, this is the best time, he thought, when they are hungry for fucking, their flow and discharge increase. He loved the taste of pussy and womanly discharge, almost as much as fucking them.
He sucked at her gently while pushing his tongue into her folds. She raised and spread her legs to receive him, but he did not press hard at her. He knew that to be gentle was more of an erotic torture than roughness. She pushed herself at him, moaning loudly. He sucked one lip and then the other, and her body shook with another orgasm. "Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming again, so please, please, yes, oh yes, fuck me with your mouth, oh more, oh, so good, yes, good..." and then she became incomprehensible as her body discharged its fluids into his waiting mouth. He drank from her as a suckling babe. His face awash in her pussy juice. He felt himself get very hard and had to back off lest he cum himself. That would have to wait.
He rose to his knees, his full ten inches of hard cock throbbing with each beat of his heart. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, reaching for his cock, caressing, softly stroking as if she knew his plan, but she didn't. Her mind whirled in lustful pleasure. All she could think of was herself, and she wanted to cum again. He dropped his hands to her pussy and began to stroke her. She spread her legs again as she felt a finger enter her. "Ummmmm, that feels good."
Her cunt was sopping wet with her cum, and he withdrew his finger to taste her. She was good. His lust started to burn as he inhaled her musk and sucked on his finger. With his other hand, he placed his index finger deep in her and began a soft rub on her clit with his thumb. She began to rotate her hips in time with his rubbing on her clit. A cry escaped her lips. My God, he thought, she's going to pop again, I better slow down or she'll be too tired to continue.
He slowed the rotation of his thumb and began to withdraw his index when she grabbed his hand, pulled him into her. "Don't stop, finger-fuck me, I need to cum again, fuck me, honey, fuck me till I scream!" And, Rowdy complied. He started a faster rub on her clit and inserted three deep in her wet pussy, pushing in and out. "Oh yes, yes, yes, that's it, there, fuck me, fuck me, YES FUCK ME!" and she exploded again in a spine-wrenching orgasm, her entire body arched off the bed, and her hips bucking widely as every nerve in her body exploded in pain, passion, and pleasure all at once.
Oh wow, he thought, is she gonna be some great fuck.
The end of Chapter 3. | 5 |
106,851 | May and September- Her Story | He looked at her magnificent breasts and that was the word that came to mind, "Simply magnificent," he said as she cupped each of her hands and offered them to his waiting lips. He slowly, lovingly, kissed her nipples and they grew harder with each kiss. He moved from breast to breast, devouring each nipple and taking as much of each breast in his mouth as he could. She couldn't contain herself due to the sensitivity of her breasts and shuddered as her first orgasm hit her.
"Oh God, it feels so good," she murmured, "please don't stop."
"I must."
"But why?"
"I want to see all of your magnificent body."
"I want to see your cock first."
William dropped his pants and stood before her, his cock was ramrod straight and she could see it jump ever so slightly with each beat of his heart. She took her hands and lovingly stroked it. It was much bigger than her husband's, and she wondered how it would feel deep inside her. "William, we have all afternoon to explore each other's bodies and I can stay even later if you want, and I really need to feel you in me. Are you ready to fuck me?"
"Of course, Gloria, but if I cum now, I doubt I will get hard again for several hours."
"You needn't cum, just fuck me a little, please?" and she pulled her jeans off and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide and her fingers working her pussy.
He looked down at her and marveled at her body. It was perfect for him - the slight belly, perfect breasts, great legs, and she was truly a beautiful woman. And she was all his, if for only one afternoon. He took off his shirt and knelt between her legs, placing the tip of his penis at her love tunnel. He could smell the musk emanating from her already, and it was making his breath come in short gasps.
"I just want to eat your beautiful pussy for a little bit, OK?"
"Yes, oh yes, then fuck me, please!"
He began to lick slowly around her vulva, and she could feel small electric currents shoot through her with each flick of his tongue. He worked his way around her labia, taking each one in his mouth and gently sucking on it. He pushed his tongue in and out from her pussy, tongue-fucking her as her second orgasm hit her. She bit her tongue so as not to cry out, and wave after pleasurable wave rolled through her entire being. Her body started to shake, and he knew it was time. He pulled back and thrust his cock in one, single hard motion deep in her and began a slow fucking of her.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, IT'S SO GOOD, OH GOD, YES, FUCK ME THERE, FUCK ME HARD, OH GOD, IT'S BEEN SO LONG, YOUR COCK, OH GOD, YOUR COCK, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, OH OH, YES YES," and she began his third orgasm right on top of the second. Her body arched up to meet his thrust, and he kept fucking as she screamed out involuntarily, "OH FUCKING YES, FUCK ME FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" He continued his steady in and out motion, feeling the waves of contraction hit her pussy and grip his cock like a soft vise. She was a wonderful fuck, he thought. Should I cum, he wondered, but he did not.
He slowly pulled himself from her and let her body relax. He didn't know how old she was, but he was sure she needed a rest after three orgasms. And, he was right. She lay there, her breasts heaving with her rapid breathing, and her entire body still on fire. Never before had she cum three times, and she was tired.
"Relax," he said, "we have all afternoon. You are so beautiful, I have never been with a woman as responsive as you. How can it be that you have been without a man for so long?"
Gloria related the story of Frank's condition, and William nodded, recognizing instantly that she was still deeply in love with her husband but needed sex to keep her going. He smiled at her and said, "I want you to lie back and enjoy what I am about to do to you. A woman as beautiful and desirable as you are deserves to have a long, mad, passionate love session, and that is what I intend to do."
She lay back as bidden and smiled up at him as he rolled over on her and kissed her deeply. Each one embraced the other in a soft, intimate contact of their bodies. Each time he touched her, small shock waves rippled through her. His touch excited every nerve ending in her body. She had no other thoughts now, just pure sensuality and sex. She let her hands travel down his back to his ass, where she grasped his cheeks. He was well-toned, and they were hard. She pulled him closer, feeling his hardness between her legs. She spread her legs to give him entrance, but he did not penetrate her.
He began his downward traverse of her body at her neck, which he covered with long, lingering kisses. He inhaled her scent as he moved to those magnificent breasts. He ran his tongue in circles around her prominent nipples, which stood out like brown pebbles from her areola. He placed each of her hard nipples between his lips and sucked, first gently and then more forcefully. She began to squirm under him, and her breath was coming in short gasps. God, she thought, I'm going to cum again, and she gave in to the demands of her sensual side and let the climax once again engulf her. Her mind was reeling, she felt herself spinning out of control, all she could focus on was her pussy and his cock, she wanted him in there again.
"William, William, fuck me, fuck me now, I need you." Sensing her urgency, he slipped his cock into her sopping cunt and began a steady fucking of her as her body trembled in orgasm. "Oh fucking God, yes, yes, YESSSS!" she screamed in ecstasy, and her body convulsed in the final throes of pure sexual pleasure.
He withdrew and replaced his cock with his mouth, sucking at her flow and lapping at it like a dog to a bitch in heat. She tasted sensually sweet, the mixture of her cum and Chanel were intoxicating to him. He wanted to fuck her again but felt she was not yet ready.
TBC | 3 |
106,859 | Jock Itch | Her eyes devoured the sight only inches from her face. She had dropped to her knees as he stood, and now had her fingers inside the elastic band of his shorts. "Oh my God," she kept repeating to herself. "Don't do this, you are risking everything just for this kid and his dick. Think, woman, think!" But she could not think; her heart was beating rapidly, the wetness had soaked her panties, and her breath was now coming in short gasps as she fought with her self-control. Her mind was reeling at the thought of what lay just behind that thin sheet of cotton. Could she do it? Would she do it? Yes, she had to see it!
She slowly pulled his shorts down to his thighs, and there it was. "Magnificent," she thought. So long, so thick, such prominent veining, hanging a good nine inches from his scrotum. So young, so beautiful, the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen. She looked at him and said, "Why, Todd, you are certainly well-endowed, but it is nothing to be ashamed of. Most men would kill to have a cock like yours. Why does it embarrass you so?" Her eyes returned to gaze at it, and she noticed a pulse begin to course through it. He was becoming hard. She couldn't wait to see it at its full magnificence.
"Well, you see, Mrs. S., it's when I get hard. I'm afraid I'd hurt any woman who I tried to make love to."
How naïve, she thought. Any woman would die to have this young stud ram this love pole into her. But, "must be delicate here, nothing wrong yet, yes yet." "Todd, women like all sizes, big or small, and the female body is a wonderful thing. If we can have babies, we can certainly contain a man's cock. Wouldn't you agree with that?" She looked up at him and then down again. It WAS getting hard and growing, inch by agonizing inch, in front of her eyes. She was already fucking him in her mind, wondering how it would feel to have this young, hot, hard prick separate her labia and enter her, slide deep in her folds and fuck her until his young, hot cum filled her insides. "God, stop thinking like this, you must exercise control. You CANNOT fuck this kid. You could go to jail for crying out loud."
He reached down and grasped his cock with his right hand and let out a groan. "Oh, I hate this, when my cock gets hard and I am afraid to do anything with it."
It was now almost completely hard and, by its own weight, still hung down. It was much too large to stand straight out. Gail gazed in wonder. "It must be twelve or thirteen inches long, and so thick! God, what a gift to the world this kid has." "What do you mean? Have you never masturbated?"
"No, never. It's a sin, and I would never do that."
"Aha, another Catholic boy that the priests have screwed up. Well, time for Gail to educate him a little. No harm there, is there?" "Todd, masturbation is a natural thing. It prepares a man for intercourse. It lets you feel yourself and gain control of your body. Would you like me to show you?" she tried to say in all seriousness.
"If you think it would be all right, I guess so," he managed to stammer out, looking down at her.
She took her both hands and gently caressed his throbbing cock, beginning a slow up-and-down movement. He already had leaked a little pre-cum, so she used that to lubricate the upper part of his shaft. She had heard that men with huge dicks seldom came very much, well, she would soon find out as she felt his cock go super hard almost at her first touch.
"Ohh, Mrs. S., that feels awesome, oh, yes, it is wonderful, oh, OH, I feel something in my balls, oh, yes, yes, don't stop." She slowly moved her hands up and down, enjoying the silky feel of his taut skin stretched to the limit on this huge cock. He started to tremble in his legs, and she knew his first orgasm would be momentarily.
"Todd, relax, enjoy this. I am doing this for you, that's it, push your cock into my hands, there, there, like that..." Suddenly, he cried out softly as his cock pulsed, and jets of his young, hot cum spurted into the air. His body jerked back and forth as he tried to remain upright as she kept pumping the cum from him. It was flying everywhere - in her hair, on her clothes, the carpet, and the couch. And it continued to spew from him, like a geyser of pure pleasure. He cried out again and sank to his knees, pulling from her grasp.
Instinctively, she bowed her head and took the head of his flowing prick in her mouth, sucking until he was finished. His hot, sweet man juice filled her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could, letting the dregs dribble from her lips.
He slumped to the floor, and she sat there, gazing at him, at his beautiful body and that amazing cock. She wanted more, wanted him to fuck her, but how? She had already gone too far and knew her career in this town was over. This was a secret that would never be kept. She would have to leave town before it got out, but she made a promise to the coach. How was she going to keep that?
She stroked at his cock and fondled his scrotal sac. God, he was hung. He sat up with a shy grin on his face. "I never thought it would feel so good."
"Haven't you ever had a wet dream?" she asked.
"I guess so, but never have felt anything like this. And that thing you did with your mouth, wow, just awesome."
"Well, Todd, we have a major problem and must address it."
"What's that, Mrs. S.?"
"I have just engaged in oral sex with a minor and will lose my job, reputation, and probably face jail time if I am found out."
"I don't understand. What are you saying? You could go to jail for showing me how to masturbate?"
"Yes, it's true, and it's all because I could not keep my hands off you and you are only 17 years old."
Todd reared back and roared with laughter.
"Really, Todd, it's not funny. I let my lust get in the way, and now I am screwed for life."
He stopped laughing and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. S., you will not go to jail. Nothing will happen. You see, I turned 18 last week!"
She sat there, stunned. All her worry, all the recriminations, all the hesitation, was for naught. He was not a child, he was a man, by law. But they still must keep this under wraps, or she would lose her job, at the minimum. "Oh, well, that changes everything. Let's both tidy up a little and discuss what we are going to do, and then get to Physics. OK?"
"Right on, Mrs. S.," he replied with a new-found look in his eyes. | 3 |
106,871 | Supergirl vs. the Assassin Part 3 | He again gave her some more water to drink and disappeared from sight into the darkness of the room. Supergirl's erotically charged mind reflected on what the Assassin had done with her body since he had captured her. He had given her four fantastic orgasms without even satisfying his own needs. Most women would do anything for a man that took care of their desires like that. She had rarely even kissed one of her dates while in her secret identity, and here he had her totally stripped and naked. His seduction technique was so good that she really felt like he was her master. If he kept this up, she knew that she wouldn't be able to deny him anything. That anything included the taking of her virginity. Supergirl also realized what effect she was also having on him. The tent in his crotch area seemed to get bigger as they continued. Even the most innocent virgin knew what was coming soon.
The Assassin soon returned with what looked like a little green glowing toy butterfly. There were two straps attached to it. The glow looked like it was coming from some kind of green stone embedded in the transparent plastic. "What is that for, master?" she asked.
"It's a little toy that should keep you occupied while I prepare for the next stages of our pleasure," he said.
"Does that contain Kryptonite?" she asked, worried.
"Yes, but according to our earlier tests, it should provide enhanced stimulation for where I am going to place it," he stated. Before she could ask any more questions, he commanded her to lift her hips.
She watched as the Assassin attached the two straps around her hips and legs. Supergirl soon had an idea where he was going to put it, and even though it was Kryptonite, the fluids began to flow between her legs again. "Oh, no, he's going to put it on my clit!" she screamed in her mind.
He carefully placed the little green butterfly over the squirming blonde captive's clitoris. There was just a slight ache and a warm sensation of the radiation on the tender female swelling, which quickly turned to pleasure as he wiggled it to just where he wanted it. Then she watched him quickly pull a small controller from his pocket and push a button. It was just like someone had given her an electric shock in her crotch as the little butterfly began to vibrate. "Ahhhhh," she shrieked as the toy began sending pleasurable shocks directly into her already touchy clitoris. Almost immediately, her hips began to buck and squirm as the sensual little molester sent jolts of rapture through her.
"Oh, my, how far have I sunk? To be turned on by a toy, a Kryptonite toy at that!" she thought as she watched the green glowing plaything do its work. He had it vibrating at such a low level that it kept her excited, but not high enough to allow her to orgasm very quickly. "What is he going to do to me next?" she wondered. He soon returned with a green luminescent shaft. This time a little green stone was embedded near the narrow end. "More Kryptonite," she realized. As he walked back into the light, she could see the shaft was shaped like an 8" penis. "Oh, no, he's going to put that thing inside me," she groaned to herself.
"It's time to play again," he snickered. She watched again as he pulled the controller from his pocket and pushed another button, causing the transparent green shaft to begin humming in his hand. He brought the rod up in front of her face so she could examine it closely. "You know where I'm going to put this, don't you, my pretty love slave?" he asked. She knew, but her mouth was suddenly dry, and all she could do was nod her head in the affirmative.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with it. First, it needs to get to know you better, before it does its dirty deed," he declared. After passionately kissing her for a while, he stood up and began moving the sinister-looking shaft towards her chest area. Supergirl watched as the glowing plastic touched her skin just above her cleavage. She again felt the warmness from the green K radiation upon her skin. He soon began working it down between the cleavage, sending erotic shocks through her. The Assassin then began working the quivering wand against the firm underside of the left breast. She gasped as it spread its arousing vibrations throughout the responsive mound. He slowly worked around the luscious mass until he placed the trembling point on her erect nipple.
"Oooohhh mmmmm," she gasped as he continued to work it over the exhilarated pap. The twin stimuli on her nipple and clitoris were making it hard for her to watch what he was doing. But, she knew where he would soon be going with that green phallic symbol, and that was enough to keep her concentration on what it was doing. He quickly moved the Kryptonite-laden shaft to her right breast and gave it the same treatment, eliciting more sighs of delight from her.
Her breasts felt even more sensitive than ever before. "The Green K must be making my body more sensitive," she surmised.
The Assassin finished delighting her breasts and moved the green glowing shaft down to her belly button and enjoyed watching her squirm from its quivering sensations. "Time to put this thing where it belongs," he thought. He soon moved the quivering green translucent rod to her pubic area. Her eyes were fixed on the vibrating shaft as he slowly moved it forward until it made contact with the blonde tufted lips of her vulva. Her hips jerked slightly at the contact. The Assassin slowly moved the sinister-looking vibrator up and down the tender fold of flesh several times. Her hips began slowly swaying from side to side as the green glowing rod continued its homage.
"Oooooh, that feels so good," she panted.
He didn't say anything as he watched the lust build up in her eyes. When he looked down, he was surprised to notice her hips were inching forward to try and submerge more of the Green K-charged shaft into her slick chasm. "Wonderful, she will soon be begging me to break her maidenhead with a little more stimulation," he smirked to himself. With that, he gradually pushed the very head of the shaft into her virgin opening. Shortly, the iridescent vibrator's head was coated with her juices. His slow advance up her love channel only served to increase her need for it to go deeper. She gasped upon watching the Kryptonite-filled head disappear into her cleft. The rod's vibrations were soon sending shockwaves to her lower belly. She again spread her legs as far as she could to allow him easier access to her once-concealed treasure. Her hips increased their writhing as he pushed it deeper. Before long, the vibrating shaft's head reached the barrier of her virginity. He stopped its slow teasing assault at the barrier and looked into her eyes.
"Oh, no, he's going to make me beg him to take my virginity with that Kryptonite-loaded dildo! Can't he see how I'm acting that I want him to do it?" she whimpered to herself, all the while realizing what the master/slave relationship would require of her.
"Well, slave, do I continue? You know you want me to. All you have to do is ask," he taunted.
"Yes, master, please push it deeper, take my virginity," she moaned, giving in to both their desires. With a quick shove, he felt the barrier break, allowing the shaft to continue its progress unimpeded. "Aaaieee," she screamed as the obstacle of her virginity was pierced. The pain of penetration quickly subsided as he began stroking the hard shaft in and out of her. He noticed a slight flow of blood pool on the tabletop below the junction of her widespread legs. Her hips promptly began undulating in time with his stroking movements. The Green K was soon bathing the insides of her vagina with its warm sensitizing radiation, further increasing her passion.
Soon her traitorous lips were begging, "Deeper, master, please push it in deeper." He complied by going deeper on each stroke until he felt it hit bottom with about seven inches buried in her steaming love channel. Supergirl winced as she felt the head graze her cervix. The slight discomfort was quickly replaced by the sensuality of the stroking dildo. Supergirl felt the pleasure building in her for another orgasm and demanded, "Faster, master, please, faster. I'm almost there. Please don't stop."
He increased the pistoning motion of the vibrator and pushed a button on the controller to increase the oscillations of the butterfly against her clitoris.This quickly heightened the sensations she was experiencing and brought her to the edge immediately. The Assassin brought his head down toward her surging right breast and covered the areola with his mouth. Shortly, his teeth were lightly nipping the pulsing bud, the added stimulation causing her to climax powerfully. "Ooooh, my, that feels so..." she cried out.
He continued the lusty ravishment of her body, not giving her time to come down from the peak of the last climax. Soon, she felt another climax growing as her wildly aroused body continued to twist and turn beneath him. "Yes, that feels so good. Don't stop, I'm almost there again. Bite my nipples, master, please," she shouted. He used both hands to squeeze her abundant tit-mounds together. With both pointed nipples so close together, the Assassin began easily moving from one to the other with his teeth. "Yes, ahhh, I'm there," Supergirl exclaimed as she felt another orgasm wash over her. He again reached up and kissed the panting captive on the lips as he used the controller to stop the vibrations of the butterfly and dildo. Even though she felt tired, she ardently returned his kiss. The Assassin then stood up and removed the butterfly and dildo. He quickly returned to the darkness of the room to let her rest for what lay ahead.
Supergirl finally felt her body begin to relax a little from her last two orgasms. She had no idea that human sex play could be so intense. Why, just the feel of his hands on her body was enough to bring her desire for more sex back almost immediately. He had fulfilled her darkest fantasy, the thought of being a love slave. It was even better than in her dreams because of the intense orgasms that he had induced from her body.
When he returned to her, she immediately noticed the projection in his pants looked like it was ready to burst its zipper. "It's time for me to truly possess my slave," he asserted. There was no doubt to her what this meant. She knew it would not be long before his naked penis would be inside her. Supergirl watched in anticipation as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head. She admired his muscular, athletic upper body. Next, he slowly removed his pants, leaving him standing in only his boxers. With her breathing already beginning to labor, he slowly hooked his fingers in the boxers and pushed them down, revealing his proud sex organ. Supergirl gasped as she realized it was an exact duplicate of the dildo he had earlier used on her.
"I see you recognize it, my dear. This time, there will be no pain, only pleasure for both of us," he huskily breathed. She watched his right hand grasp his erotic tool as he began to approach her soaking slit. He stopped at the entrance of the blonde-fringed lips and began to slowly rub the glans up and down. Soon, she was gasping as she watched the sensuous ravager titillate her pubic area. While continuing this pleasing torture, the Assassin reached up to grasp her throbbing breasts, giving each a couple of squeezes. This caused a sigh to escape from her lips, and he watched the nipples grow into tight spikes. He brought his thumbs up to gently rub across each pulsating nubbin.
"Mmmmm, yes," she moaned in response to the erotic sensation. Leaning over, he kissed her gently on the lips. She immediately returned the kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth to play with his tongue.
After enjoying this for a little while, he moved from her lips and kissed her right cheek and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait any longer, you know what I must do."
"Yes, master, please, put it in me. I want you to," she whispered back. His hands left her breasts and gripped her hips. "Ooooo," she sighed as the head of his throbbing penis entered her love canal. Her hips began undulating slightly to try and get more of the pulsing invader into her. As soon as he felt this, he rammed his member in till he hit bottom. "Ahhhhh, uuugghhh," she gasped.
She felt wonderfully tight around his aching shaft. He then began slowly stroking the conquering shaft in and out of her. Within a few strokes, her hips were eagerly rising up to meet his thrusts. She knew that he would soon be shooting his sperm within her. What would it feel like? she wondered. His combination of short and long strokes were making contact with both her clitoris and other sensitive areas within her vagina. The pleasure in her was building again for another climax.
He noticed her hips rising faster and knew that she was close to orgasm again. The Assassin knew his love techniques were good, but this super female was surpassing even his wildest expectations as to how she would react. Her breathing became louder as he continued his offensive on her passion pit. The sensations between her legs, combined with watching his stroking member appear and disappear within her, were too much for the young superheroine. "Faster, master, please, I'm almost there, please, don't stop!" she shouted. He picked up the pace and felt her spasm beneath him within a few moments. "Yes, yes!! It feels so good, master!" she exclaimed as another climax engulfed her.
The Assassin slowed his stroking to allow her to finish her orgasm and build towards another. He knew his own orgasm was close and could no longer be denied. As she came down from the last climax, she felt his steady stroking begin to increase in speed. Supergirl knew instinctively that he was getting close to spilling his seed in her. This thought quickly caused her lust to rise again, and before long, she was urgently pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts again. The Assassin felt her passion build and wanted them both to peak simultaneously. He remembered how sensitive her breasts were and lowered his head to begin kissing the heaving left breast. Supergirl immediately responded by asking, "Master, you know what to do. Please bite the nipple." His teeth quickly began to nibble on the luscious pap. Within moments, they climaxed simultaneously.
"Yes!" he yelled as his molesting shaft pumped her squeezing vagina full of his seed.
Supergirl felt the ejaculating penis bathe her spasming insides with his semen. "Yes, master, fill me!" she clamored as the new sensation swept over her, and wondered if it would be her last. The blonde captive fuzzily remembered from her coed girlfriends' conversations that many of their boyfriends were pretty much spent for a while after their first orgasm, so she wondered how the Assassin would behave now that he had his. Surprisingly, although she felt his organ soften slightly within her, he did not remove it.
"You were fantastic," he said. She didn't exactly know why, but she felt kind of proud of his compliment for her. His mouth tenderly touched her sensuous lips, and she fervently returned his kiss. As the kiss continued, she felt the warm shaft begin to stir within her. Before long, it was completely hard, and he again began slowly stroking it in and out of her. There would be no hurry now, and he intended to enjoy her grasping snatch for a long while before climaxing again. The masked villain finished with her lips and began tenderly nibbling her neck and collarbone with wet kisses. This caused a steady chorus of sighs and moans to escape from her mouth. Soon, her eyes closed, and her head leaned back against the table. He knew she was getting into it again as he watched her upper teeth clamp down against her lower lip. He continued his sensual movements for a long time until, after bringing her to several more climaxes, he finally had his second orgasm. Supergirl's senses went into overload as he drove towards his third orgasm. She lost count of how many climaxes she had experienced by this time. He finally pulled his limp organ out of her and disappeared into the darkness of the room to rest for a while. The satisfied Maid of Steel even felt the need to rest herself. "I've never felt so tired," she thought while dozing off.
The Assassin left the room to shower and clean up from their passionate lovemaking. While enjoying the refreshment of the shower, his mind kept returning to the gorgeous blonde prisoner in the other room. Even after he had planned her capture, he knew it would be difficult to destroy her. Maybe if she had been some unbelievable bitch, he could have done it. It was probably doubtful even then, because as far as he knew, she had never caused anyone harm except for criminals. The only people he killed were the vermin of the earth who enjoyed destroying the lives of innocent people. Yes, he was known as the Assassin, but he probably should have been known as the Avenger. He had, of course, performed acts on her body that would have put him in jail for a long time, not counting the charges of murder he had committed against many evildoers. But, hey, she seemed to be really enjoying his attentions. Shoot, he could fall in love with that lovely creature lying on his examining table. It had been years since he felt like that for anyone. After what he had done to her, she might actually hate him after a while. Time to put the next part of his plan into action, and if everything fell into place like he thought it would, they would be enjoying each other's company for a long time. If the plan did not work, he would at least be able to ensure that she or Superman would not interfere in his work again without putting themselves in deadly jeopardy. | 5 |
107,078 | The Two Nickelodeon Starlets | He waited in front of the arena for the women to come out. The limo driver sat there, ready to return Victoria Justice and Miranda Cosgrove home from the Kid's Choice Awards. I had stalked the two women for the last two years. I was going to wait until Miranda turned 18 before I went ahead with the plan, but the opportunity was never better than now. No one was around the man's limo as everyone else had already left. The two girls had stayed to sign autographs as a requirement by their employer, Nickelodeon.
I crept up behind the man and injected the syringe into his neck; he was knocked out instantly. This wouldn't be the first time I used this drug on an innocent person tonight. I quickly dragged him to the trunk, tied him up and locked him in. I was a licensed limo driver so I had the uniform and the stupid hat already on. I did some work under the hood to ensure that the limo would only make it to where I stashed my car. I took his place standing at the driver's door and waited.
After about twenty minutes, Miranda exited the building and made her way towards the car. She seemed shocked to see me.
"Who are you and where's Greg?" the young girl asked.
"Greg got called away, some sort of family thing. I'm his replacement, Ricky," I shook her hand and opened the door for her.
"Victoria should be right out," she said to me.
Five minutes later, Victoria came out and walked towards the limo. She gave me the same "Who are you?" that Miranda gave, and I gave the same response. I held the door open for her and she got in.
After traveling about two miles down the road, my plan started to take effect as the engine began stuttering and I pulled off.
"What's going on?" one of the girls asked from the back.
"Not sure, I'm going to go check it out," I replied.
I got out and opened the hood. Everything was going as planned so far. The problem was fixable, but the girls didn't know that. Now the next part of my plan was ready to go into effect. I filled two syringes and put them in my pocket before walking to the back and opening the door.
"I need one of you to help me real quick." Victoria volunteered.
We walked back to the front of the car and she looked under the hood.
"What do you need me to..." I stuck the syringe in her neck and she fell back in my arms, unconscious.
She lay on the ground passed out as I made my way to the back again to get Miranda.
"Looks like I need an extra pair of hands."
I followed her to the front of the limo. She saw Victoria unconscious on the ground and jumped back.
"What the fuck hap..." She got the drugs as well and quickly lost consciousness.
I walked about one hundred yards down the road and got in my car, which was stopped on the side of the road. I drove up to the girls and popped the trunk. I tied their hands and legs together, placed duct tape over their mouths and loaded them in the trunk before driving away.
The girls awoke several hours later in my bomb shelter, tied together at the waist. I tied one girl's left foot to the other's left foot, right foot to right foot, and both hands to prevent any escape. Both women were stripped of their clothes and lay together on the cold floor. Miranda, the first to wake up, let out a bone-chilling scream when she realized what was going on. That woke Victoria up who let out a small scream.
"It's about time you two little sluts woke up," I said from the dark corner.
"What's going on, where are we?" Miranda asked.
"Now now, I'm not going to tell you EXACTLY where we are. All you need to know is that you are in a place where you can't escape."
"Please let us go. We can give you a lot of money just please don't hurt us!" Miranda cried.
"I don't want or need your money. What I want is the two of you, and it looks like I got that." Miranda started to cry. "Don't cry you little bitch, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, pain is the last thing you are going to feel. That is, if you behave yourselves."
Both girls were scared and breathing heavily, which caused their breasts to rub up against one another. Tears were running down Miranda's face but Victoria seemed to keep herself together.
"And by behave yourselves, I mean STOP CRYING!"
Miranda stopped when she heard the tone of my voice. The other girl just stared at me as she saw the bulge growing in my pants.
"Just calm down and we will get out of here quicker," Victoria whispered to the younger girl.
"I can't calm down. This isn't how I wanted to lose my virginity," she whispered back. Victoria looked at me to see if I heard that, and I did. She looked nervous.
"So, you're a virgin are you? I guess I know who I will be starting with." Miranda looked like she was going to cry again but was able to control herself.
I began to undress, pulling my shirt over my head and unbuckling my pants. Both girls saw the huge bulge in my underwear as I pulled them down as well. My eight-inch cock sprung out in front of me, causing both girls to stare at it with a shocked look. Victoria looked like she was impressed with the size of it as Miranda looked afraid.
I got to the other side of the girls and sat down in front of their faces.
"Here's the deal. If you girls are good, I'll drive you back to your homes and you will forget this ever happened. If you give me problems, then you will stay here in this bomb shelter forever and live as my own personal bitches. If I let you go and you go to the police, I will find you and I will kill both of you. I know where you both live; I've watched you both for several years just waiting for the right moment."
Both girls said that they would be good, so I got up and headed for the desk. I pulled a joint out of the drawer and lit it.
"If you want some of this to help you get through this, just speak up," I said as I blew a large cloud of smoke into the air.
"No way!" Miranda yelled out. "Drugs are for losers. I guess that explains why you're doing this!"
She apparently didn't get the message about being good. I got up and walked towards her. I untied her right hand from Victoria's, held it down with my right foot and stomped down on it with my other foot.
"A simple `no' would have worked," I said as she cried in pain, holding her likely broken hand.
"How about you? You want some?" I asked the older girl.
"Okay," she said, which caused a gasp from Miranda. "It'll keep me calm, I might as well."
I held the joint to her lips as she inhaled. It looked like she knew what she was doing as she held it in properly and slowly exhaled.
"Looks like you know how to do that pretty well," I told her.
"Yeah, I started using when I first started on TV. It made it easier to get through the days, dealing with the assholes."
Miranda looked shocked as Victoria explained her drug use. I took a few more hits before letting her finish it off. I bought some really good shit and quickly felt a monster high. I looked at Victoria and she looked like she was enjoying her own high. A smile came to her face as she felt the effects.
"Victoria! Why are you smiling? This guy is going to rape us and you're fucking smiling!" Miranda snapped.
I was getting tired of Miranda's bitching, so it was time to teach her a lesson. I sat near their faces again.
"You are really becoming a pain, Miranda. I think it's time to shut you up." I began to stroke my cock as a look of horror again came to Miranda's face. Suddenly I felt a hand begin to stroke my cock. I looked down and saw Victoria slowly jerking me off with a big smile on her face.
"Victoria!" The younger bitch yelled out.
Suddenly, Victoria let go of my cock and slapped her hard across the face.
"Will you shut the fuck up!?" She yelled. "You may be a virgin, but I haven't been a virgin since I was 12. I like sex and I haven't had it in a while. This may be rape to you, but it sure isn't to me."
This was definitely not what I had expected. I thought that I would take these two girls and ruin their lives, but it turns out that this is the best thing in the world to Victoria. Miranda felt betrayed as she watched her "friend" continue to jerk me off. Suddenly, an idea came to mind.
"You wait right there," I told both girls, knowing that they couldn't go anywhere anyway. Victoria scowled at Miranda as I walked back to the desk.
I filled another syringe with enough to knock Miranda out for about ten minutes, all I needed.I stuck the needle in her neck, and she quickly passed out.
"Since you seem to be enjoying yourself, I'm going to untie you from this little cunt."
"Thank you," she responded.
I freed Victoria and tied Miranda's hands together behind her back. She gave me a kiss before sitting down next to Miranda. The younger girl quickly came to and noticed Victoria was no longer tied to her. She couldn't see her but felt something against her pussy. She looked down and saw the older girl between her legs, running her tongue around her pussy.
"What are you doing!?" she cried out.
I threw my hand over her mouth. "Shut up, you little cunt. It looks like your friend has changed from my victim to my accomplice. She is about as tired of your bitching as I am."
Miranda began to cry as her so-called friend attacked her pussy with her tongue, now slipping a finger or two into her. I let her go and started to masturbate in her view. My cock was directly above her, slowly being stroked.
"Please stop!" she cried out.
Victoria, who was clearly annoyed by this, bit down on her clit and caused a loud scream from the 17-year-old girl. I took the opportunity to shove my cock into her mouth and fuck her roughly.
"You bite on my cock, and I will kill you right here. Then I'll fuck your dead body until you start to rot." She quickly obeyed me as Victoria let out a giggle.
She took several deep-throats for ten minutes as her friend ran her tongue in and out of her wet cunt. Miranda began to feel something stirring deep in her crotch. She had masturbated several times before and knew exactly what was coming. I could feel the vibrations of her moans run up my cock...I too knew what was coming.
"Victoria, I think the little girl is about to cum. Pick up the pace a bit."
She did as she was told and moved her tongue at a rapid pace. Miranda felt her body tense up and knew she was cumming. I withdrew from her mouth and let her cries fill the room as her orgasm hit her hard. She hated that she came, knowing that her friend and body had betrayed her. She started to sob again as she looked up at the ceiling.
I moved between her legs and started rubbing my cock against her moist opening. Victoria locked her lips around her nipples and sucked on them as I began to inch my way into her virgin pussy. I felt her hymen push against me before I did one quick thrust and broke my way through. A moan of pain came from Miranda's lips as I forced all of my cock deep into her. A trickle of blood ran out of her as her pussy began to get tenderized. Another scream came as Victoria bit down on her sensitive nipple.
The young girl was in what seemed like hell. Her virginity stolen from her and worse, her supposed best friend was not only failing to stop it, but was helping it happen. She stared up at the ceiling of the bomb shelter where she was being held, feeling a strange man's cock pump in and out of her. Victoria stopped attacking her nipple and stood up.
"I gave you some good tongue action, now it's time to return the favor," the older girl said.
She stood over Miranda and slowly lowered herself onto her face. She now had her friend's pussy rubbed against her mouth. The last thing she wanted to do was give her pleasure, so she kept her mouth closed and prevented her tongue from giving Victoria what she wanted. She could feel the warm juices coating her face as the pussy grinded away. The moans of the woman filled the room as she raped her friend's face.
I continued to pound the fresh pussy at a quick pace. I could feel the walls of her cunt begin to tighten up; I knew that she was close to orgasm #2. This little bitch was about to get off against her will again, and I wasn't going to stop it from happening. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass filled the room as my pace increased. I felt her orgasm explode around my cock as she shook from the wave of pleasure that overtook her. Her moans ran through Victoria's already dripping wet cunt, causing her to cum as well.
Miranda's tears were now mixed with Victoria's juices, drenched over her entire face. I saw the look in her face once Victoria rolled off of her, and it made my cock stir. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"You're gonna have to beg me not to cum in you, you little slut." Her entire body tensed up when she heard those words.
"Please don't cum in me. I'm not on any protection. Please, please, PLEASE don't cum in me," she begged.
"No!" Victoria yelled out. "Cum in her. Get this little bitch pregnant. Cum in her, please."
They both made good arguments in my mind, but I didn't have time to decide.
"Since you (Victoria) have been such a good girl, I'm going to do as you please."
Miranda closed her eyes and began to cry again as she knew that I was going to cum inside her. A few more pumps, and I shot stream after stream of my sticky white cum deep into her womb. She stopped crying and stared blankly into the air as she felt the warmth fill her body. Victoria was rubbing herself as she watched the younger girl suffer. I collapsed on top of her and slowly withdrew my cock from her abused hole. She curled up in a ball and quickly cried herself to sleep.
After a few minutes, Victoria crawled over to me and rested her head on my chest.
"I can't wait for my turn," she whispered.
"I'm sorry, but I have to get you two home before people start wondering where you are. It's 3:00 AM now, I need to drug her and get her home, then drop you off."
"You don't have to just drop me off...I want you to stay and fuck my brains out," she said as she kissed me.
I got up and tied Miranda's feet and hands together before injecting her with more drugs to knock her out. Victoria (still nude) and I carried her out to the car and headed back to her house. She played with my cock the entire ride back, occasionally taking it in her mouth. I could tell that she was eager for me to fuck her.
It was still dark as we carried her into her house and tucked her in her bed. I left a note threatening to kill her if she told anyone about what happened.
We arrived at Victoria's house around 5:00 and went straight to the bedroom. I threw her down on the bed and quickly inserted myself into her still wet pussy. She screamed in joy as I roughly pounded her pussy. It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm as she cried out loud and coated my cock with her precious juices. The teasing on the car ride here ensured that I wouldn't last long as I felt my cum begin to stir in my balls.
"Oh fuck, cum in me, baby. I want you to fill me with your amazing juices," she cried out as I pounded her faster.
It took mere seconds before I exploded in her. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt my warm goo fill her insides. I unloaded as much semen as I possibly could until my cock fell limp and slid out of her. I lay next to her as she held me close and whispered into my ear, "That was amazing. Please don't ever leave me."
We spent the rest of the day in bed fucking until we were too exhausted to continue. I did as she asked and never left. Miranda continued to do her show and work with Victoria, but never could look at her the same way that she used to. She quit her job at Nickelodeon three months later when she discovered that she was pregnant with my child. She moved to Florida, and we never heard from her again. Victoria quit on her 19th birthday after I proposed to her. We lived off the millions she had earned in her years working and got married shortly after her 20th birthday. We still fuck at least twice a day several years later and couldn't be happier. | 4 |
107,328 | The Plan | He sat alone. His table was on the patio where he could see the cars as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He waited for her and wondered what to expect.
As arranged, he was wearing a pink carnation. It was so contrived that he could almost expect her to say something about swallows flying back to Capistrano. But that was how the 'Sweethearts Club' arranged for them to know each other. It wasn't that he was really lonely, but he'd been out of the circuit for several years following the death of his wife. He mused for a while about her.
They had met at school. Her name was Rachael. She didn't really like him at first, she'd admitted it to him on their third date. By the sixth, they knew they were made for each other. When they graduated from high school and went to college, they managed to get a mixed room together. Although they studied different subjects, they helped each other with their work.
Rachael was everything to him. They married in the summer of '88, right after they got their degrees. Children soon followed - a son, Michael, and a daughter, Cathy, the next year. Their parents were happy to watch over the children while Rachael and he worked. Now their skills complemented their work, and partnerships bent over backwards to try to get their expertise. He had studied business law, and Rachael had studied criminal law. They were the fast-rising newcomers to the profession. Michael and Cathy were their stabilizing base; they could relax with their children and looked forward to watching them grow.
Then, in '96, it happened - Rachael was shopping with Michael when a drunk driver hit their car. The paramedics said they wouldn't have known anything about it. He was left to explain to Cathy why her mother and brother wouldn't be coming back home again.
The next few years had him wrapping himself up in his work. Cathy was used to staying with her grandparents for days on end, and she learned to look after herself. It wasn't until he arrived home late one day to find his ten-year-old daughter had cooked him a meal that he realized what he was doing. He broke down in front of her and apologized for neglecting her when she needed him.
She was very adult about it, holding his head in her arms and telling him that she was alright, and that she knew he would be back to his old self.
And so he was. He cut down on the number of cases he worked on. He found that his bank balance was healthy, so he took a month off work, taking his daughter to Disneyland for a week, then they explored Florida, and then a two-week cruise in the Caribbean. It was the happiest time of his life, as well as Cathy's. He returned to work refreshed and more relaxed than he'd been in years. The following year, he went camping with Cathy, and the two grew closer. But lately, he'd noticed that Cathy was starting to be secretive, which was unusual for her, but he put it down to the fact that she was growing up.
Then, a week ago, she brought up the subject that he'd been dreading: "Dad? Why is it that you don't date anyone? I'm sure Mom wouldn't mind." He tried to say that he was too busy, that he wouldn't be good company, but it was no use - she wouldn't listen. She even came into work with him one day to size up the women in his office, but she declared them unsuitable. It was Cathy who signed him up to the agency - Sweethearts Club - and placed his details onto their database. After two days, they replied with a prospective match, and suggested this restaurant for the meeting. Although he'd receive her photograph (Sandra was her name, he reminded himself), they suggested the flower to give positive identification. "It was right out of a film," he thought.
And so here he was, waiting for Sandra to arrive. It was strange - he was slightly apprehensive. Would she approve of him? Would he be able to talk to her without making a fool of himself? It was almost as bad as when he was in high school and trying to date then.
It was with relief when he saw a car drive up and recognized the woman getting out of it. It was Sandra; she was wearing her carnation as well. She looked around for a moment and then spotted him. She waved, and he couldn't help but think that he'd seen her somewhere before. But then, he was like that - meet someone at work and then five minutes later forget about them. But he never forgot a client; he'd learned how to pigeonhole their names and faces. But there was something about Sandra that was familiar.
She arrived at his table. He got up and pulled out her chair, making sure that she was comfortable before pushing it into place, and then he sat down in front of her.
"That's nice," she said. "It's a bit old-fashioned, but I liked it," she commented.
He smiled. "I'm sorry, it was a habit I got into and could never get out of," he explained. She shook her head.
"No, it's alright. It's just that chivalry's gone out of the window nowadays," she said. "It's nice to meet someone who isn't tied down to that political correctness nonsense that seems to be around." She smiled - she had a pretty smile, he noticed.
The waiter came round and asked if they wanted to order. Sandra looked at the menu and then said, "I don't know what to order." She looked at him and said, "Why don't you order for us both?"
He nodded, and then, as if daring himself, suggested escargot just to see how she'd react. She smiled at his words and nodded. "It looks as if this might have backfired," he thought. He'd never really tried them himself, but then again, why not? He ordered two eight-ounce steaks with all the trimmings. They ordered a bottle of red wine to accompany the meal, and the waiter left to give the order to the chef.
While they waited for the food, they started to talk. It seemed she was also working in the law profession, attached to a different partnership on the other side of town. She had been married, but was now divorced from her husband. It was a mutual separation, no expensive arguments. She was left with a son, who was twelve, and he was visiting his father at the moment. He was getting to be a bit concerned about her and had suggested she try dating.
He smiled. "Yes, my daughter's the same," he said, and then he talked about himself. Sandra was sad about the loss of his wife and son, but happy that Cathy had adjusted. He smiled about that and then went on to explain how he'd almost alienated Cathy with his inability to cope.
"I'm surprised she's still with me. She's stayed with her grandparents for so long! But I've tried to make up for that," he explained about the holidays they'd spent. Sandra sighed.
"I wish I could get away to do something like that! Chris has been so good and understanding about our divorce. John, my ex-partner, couldn't see what was so interesting about law, and why I had to be away at such daft hours or for so long. That's the main reason we parted," she said with a wistful smile on her face.
Their discussion was interrupted by the arrival of the snails. He smiled at Sandra.
"After you," he said.
"Oh no, you ordered them. You should have the first go," she replied, smiling. And so, gritting his teeth (well, not actually doing so), he took the first shell in the tongs and speared the meat inside with the fork and pulled it out, placing it in his mouth and quickly chewing it. It wasn't as bad as he had imagined it to be, and he drained the remaining liquid out of the shell to follow the meat.
"That's nice," he said, offering the tongs to Sandra. "Now it's your turn." She took the challenge in good heart and quickly speared and ate the next shellful. She smiled at the taste.
"I'd never thought I'd do that," she confided to him. "But you're right, they do taste nice." Between them, they demolished the remaining snails, and both were looking through the shells for any remaining. He laughed out loud, something he'd not done in years.
"Should we order more?" he asked her.
Sandra shook her head. "Better not, we won't have room for the main meal." They both took a drink of wine and carried on talking. He found himself liking Sandra as the time wound on. They compared notes on their lives at the moment, finding strange similarities in themselves. Over the main meal, they talked about work, finding out that they'd been sparring partners in a couple of cases. It was strange they remembered the cases but hadn't really noticed each other before. They both apologized (at the same time) for this, which caused them both to laugh again.
By the time dessert was ready, they were both comfortable with each other, and it seemed natural for him to invite her back to his house for a nightcap. She graciously accepted, which then brought up another problem. Although they hadn't drunk too much of the wine, both didn't think they should drive home. So they asked the waiter if a taxi could be called for, and they handed their car keys over to the valets, who assured them that they would be kept under strict supervision.
Soon they were outside his front door, still laughing over - nothing in particular, in fact, but it was very funny they thought!He opened the door and, warning Sandra to be quiet as Cathy was still at home, crept out silently, closing the door and returning downstairs to the living room.
"She's out like a light," he told Sandra. "Now what do you want? Coffee or something stronger?"
She thought for a moment. "Well, as the night seems to be going fine so far, why not something else?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
He went to his cocktail cabinet, brought out a decanter of brandy, took two glasses, and walked back to where Sandra was sitting on the sofa, her legs folded beneath her. She was looking at a picture on a table.
"That was my wife, Rachael. The boy with her was my son, Michael. The girl with them is Cathy," he told her. She shook her head.
"She was very pretty, and it looks like you were very happy together," Sandra observed.
He gave a sigh. "We were. It's been so long since we lost them."
Sandra was puzzled. "We?" Then she remembered. "Oh yes, Cathy and you, sorry." She put her hand on his shoulder, and he reached up and held it.
"It's strange," he said. "You never really let go of them. Sometimes I expect to open the bedroom door and see her there on the bed sleeping, but I know she's gone forever."
Sandra pulled him to her, the drinks forgotten. "No! Not forever. She was a part of you, and will never be replaced. Remember that!" she said, knowing from experience how deep such pains could be.
He felt the warmth of her arms as she held him, and his listened to her words. In a small part, he was comforted by them and the wisdom that seemed to lie behind them. Against his better judgment, he lifted his head and kissed her cheek. She turned slightly, and their lips met.
The years of celibacy struck him with the force of a volcano. He'd missed the warmth of a partner for so long, and Sandra was feeling the same way. Oh yes, she had tried the false way of pleasuring herself, but the thought of her son hearing her always stopped her from doing too much. She found herself undoing the buttons on his shirt, his tie already lost along with his jacket, his hands busy as well, pulling at the zip on her dress.
"We can't do anything down here," Sandra said. He agreed.
"No, we can't." Then he smiled at her. "But my bedroom is away from Cathy's, and she'll never disturb me!" He took her hand, and they both got up from the sofa, Sandra grabbing hold of her handbag as they walked.
They finally arrived at his bedroom and entered, Sandra allowing her dress to fall to the ground, leaving her in stockings, panties, and a bra. He was quickly removing his trousers, leaving his socks and jockey shorts. They wasted no time, and she rushed into his arms, starting to kiss him, wallowing in the feel of his light stubble as their lips interlocked. He was busy undoing the clasp on her bra.
Their clothes were thrown off in the frenzy of their passion, which had been locked away from the world by each other until the fuse was lit. He lifted Sandra up and placed her on the bed, their lips seemingly locked together as if by superglue. He positioned himself when Sandra stopped him.
"I can't, not today. It's the wrong time." At the look on her face, she then said, "But Chris did give me some condoms just in case." She smiled. "I think he suspected something might happen." She reached into her bag and pulled out several packets, which he undid and quickly wrapped around his throbbing member. She reached up to him and pulled him down and into her.
From the doorway, Cathy was peeking. She quickly ran back to her room, picked up her phone, and dialed a number. A sleepy voice answered her call.
"Chris?" she asked. When he said yes, she carried on, "They're doing it, the plan worked! They fell for it all." She babbled into the phone.
Chris at the other end just smiled. "Did she put on the thingys?" he asked. Cathy said yes (she had watched for that). Chris laughed. "I wonder if she'll find the pinholes I put in them."
And the two children laughed, their plan to bring their parents together had worked! | 4 |
107,496 | A Life Altering Experience | He stared at his sister exiting the pool, water dripping from her thin, tanned body, glistening on her stomach and legs and causing her bikini top to cling revealingly to her small breasts, accentuating their soft curve and taut nipples peaking as the cool air hit them. Greg hated to admit it, but he was more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. His dick knew it as it hardened rapidly and strained against the confines of his shorts. Not that he needed his genitals to tell him what he already knew: his little sister was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
This wasn't a new revelation by any stretch of the imagination. He'd known for what seemed like eternity now, but was in fact only a few years. Ever since puberty, little Rachel had been quickly heading down the road to being the cutest girl in town.
At thirteen, she'd already had grown men hitting on her. Not perverts, real men with normal urges and no desire to get into a little girl's pants. They couldn't be blamed. Even at the young age, she had the body of a woman twice her age. The only way you could tell her age was to listen to her talk. She may have looked like a twenty-year-old sex goddess, but she sounded like a kid.
Of course, as the years went by, that eventually changed. Her mind began to catch up with her body, and by the age of eighteen, she finally had the maturity to handle the gifts genetics and God had endowed her with, and it showed.
Rachel just radiated with confidence. She was charming. She was funny. She was the perfect girl. All the boys in her high school would've gladly done anything she asked if they thought they had even the slightest chance of getting in her panties.
Even some of Greg's friends had expressed their interest in his little sister. That all stopped once he busted a few heads. Not that he didn't understand their desire. He understood it all too well. He couldn't count the times he'd cursed God for making him the brother of the only girl he really wanted in the whole world.
He was cursing God right now as he stared at Rachel as she wrapped the towel around her body and made her way towards where he sat on the back porch. He wanted to look away, he really did, but he couldn't. Of course, Rachel just smiled at him as she kept walking closer until she finally reached the deck.
"Hey," she said in her usual cheery tone as she covered her eyes to block the glare of the late afternoon, "I thought you had to work."
"Um, I did," Greg said, hoping she wouldn't notice the gigantic bulge in his trousers that just wouldn't die. He knew he should say more, but for the moment, it just wouldn't come.
"And?" Rachel said as she sat down in the lounge chair across from him, still squinting.
"Here," Greg said as he pulled his sunglasses from his pocket and threw them gently at his sister. They landed squarely on her lap. "Put those on before you go blind."
"Thanks," Rachel said as she slipped the glasses on. She looked at Greg like she was trying to read his mind. She stared at him long and hard and then said something that almost made Greg believe she could. "Did you get fired again?"
"Yeah," he said quietly, looking away from prying eyes.
"What'd you do this time? Punch out the boss? Get caught stealing?" She sounded more like his mother than his little sister. This was not unusual. Ever since their mother ran off to California to become a star fucker, she'd been the woman of the house. Even after their dad remarried, she'd kept the role. Not that their stepmother minded. She was more interested in partying than being a role model. No one had cried when she too ran off to god knows where. Now their father stuck to girlfriends and hookers. Mainly hookers. Both of his children pretended not to notice.
"Neither," Greg said, feeling like a scolded child. He knew he deserved it, but that didn't make it any easier.
"What happened?" Rachel said, mellowing her tone a bit, trying to get him to answer. She loved her big brother more than anyone in the world, and she knew him better than anyone as well. Yelling and bitching were not the way to get an answer out of Greg. Being persistent, but calm worked so much better and had the benefit of not resulting in a broken limb or chair or whatever else got in his way. Not that he'd ever hurt her. She knew better than to poke the bear.
"I went into work high again and..." Greg said sheepishly and gestured with his hand in a resigned fashion.
"Damn it, Greg," Rachel said, then sighed, "You're lucky Dad isn't here. He'd kill you."
"I know," Greg's voice was resigned.
"Why couldn't you just wait to smoke after you got off of work?"
"I don't know. I just... I just... I didn't think they would notice, okay?"
"They noticed the first time, didn't they?" Rachel pressed on.
"Okay, you're right. I'm a fucking moron. Happy?" Greg said, throwing up his hands in resignation. He looked at his sister and saw the sad look in her eyes through the amber of the sunglasses.
"You're not a moron, Greg," she said as she stared into his eyes, "You just aren't trying hard enough. You're my big brother. I love you. I'm not trying to be mean, but come on, you're not a pothead. You're better than that."
"I know, Rachel," He said, turning away from her deep gaze, "I just hated that fucking job. I hate all the shitty jobs I've had since I left school. This town is shit. I never should've let Dad talk me into quitting."
"You should've taken that scholarship then you wouldn't have had to rely on Dad's fickle checkbook in the first place," Rachel said matter-of-factly. She wasn't trying to be mean, and Greg knew it. If it had been anyone else talking to him right now, he would've just walked away, but his little sister had a hold on him that he couldn't break even if he'd wanted to.
"I know that now," he said, looking at her again sadly, "I just didn't want to go all the way to South Carolina."
"I still don't understand that. You could be playing wide receiver at Clemson right now, Greg. Why the hell didn't you go?" It was a question Greg had hoped she wouldn't ask. How could he tell his sister that the reason he'd given up the dream he'd had since he was eight years old was just so he could stay near her? He wished he could with all of his heart, but he knew better than that. As much as he wanted her to love him the way he wanted to love her, he knew it was wrong, but he had to say something, even if it was a lie.
"I just... I just," he sputtered, trying to think of something, "I just couldn't. I wasn't ready to leave home," It was the best he could do. He knew it was a weak excuse, but it was too late now. Rachel just shook her head and frowned.
"I don't get you sometimes, Greg," she said as she sat forward, revealing her cleavage without thinking. Greg forced himself to look away despite himself. Luckily, Rachel didn't seem to notice and just kept right on talking. "If I had a chance to get out of this shitty town and almost everything I needed paid for by someone else, I'd take it in a second. Hell, all I got was a scholarship to state, but I'd rather be there than here."
Greg didn't say anything and just kept staring off into the distance as his sister sighed and sat back in the deck chair. They sat there silently for a while, Greg thinking about Rachel and Rachel thinking about Greg, until Rachel finally decided to change the subject to something more positive.
"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asked in a friendly tone, as if the previous conversation had never happened.
"I don't know," Greg said quietly, returning his gaze to his sister now that her body was again mostly covered with the colorful towel, "I was going to go with Carrie, but she's being a bitch."
"What else is new?" Rachel said with a wicked smile, causing her brother to laugh.
"I know," he said, still chuckling, "I don't know why I still bother with her."
"I do," Rachel said, chuckling herself, "She's a slut."
"Hey, not every girl is a perfect angel like your holiness," Greg teased.
"Yeah right," Rachel said, laughing a little more freely, "I'm no angel."
"Oh yeah," Greg said, looking at her knowingly, "Aren't you the girl who..."
"Don't even say it," Rachel said, pretending to be angry, "Don't even think it. I never should've told you about that."
"I still can't believe you did," Greg chuckled, "I never told you when I lost my virginity."
"You didn't have to," Rachel replied, "I can't believe you brought that girl here even if Dad wasn't home. She was so loud."
"Hey, that wasn't my fault. I can't be blamed. I had no idea I was that good."
"Gross, Greg," Rachel said, wrinkling her nose at the last comment, "I don't need to know you're talented in bed. It's not like I'm ever going to find out. You're my brother."
"Your loss," he said, smiling and lost in the moment, not caring how it might sound. Rachel took it as a joke anyway.
"You're such a weirdo," she said before going back to the original subject and asking again if he was going.
"Will there be beer?" he asked straightforwardly.
"Duh," Rachel said, still smiling, "It's at Steve's house. Of course, there's going to be beer there."
"Then yeah, I'm going."
"Good. Then you can give me a ride. Cheryl isn't going."
"No way," Greg said with mock indignation, "I'm not going to a party with my kid sister.""What if I hook up with some chick? I can ditch you like I can ditch a guy. Get your own ride."
"Don't worry about that," Rachel said with a wicked smile, "If all goes well, I'll get a hook-up of my own."
"Now I'm definitely not taking you. I want to drink, not kick some guy's ass for trying to hook up with my sister."
"Please," Rachel said, laughing, "I'm a big girl now. I can take care of myself. Besides, if worse comes to worse and you hook up, I'm sure I can just crash there and walk home in the morning or bum a ride off someone else. Just be a good big brother and say you'll do it."
"Fine," Greg finally relented, "but you'd better be ready to leave at nine or you can walk."
So it was decided, and so it would be. They sat out on the deck for a little while longer, talking about nothing important. They were very close, and conversation really came easily to them. That was part of the reason Greg was so attracted to his sister. He could relate to her unlike anyone else in the world. He had plenty of friends and had more than his fair share of girlfriends, so he wasn't some kind of weirdo who couldn't relate to anyone else but his kid sister. She was just easier to talk to for some reason.
They eventually got back to the subject of his job after he'd relaxed a bit. Rachel made the point that it really wasn't that bad. It was just a gas station gig, but he should still try to find another job as soon as possible. He couldn't help but agree with her.
She made him promise to start looking as soon as the weekend was over before she announced she was going to take a nap. He told her to sleep well and then watched her walk away, his eyes falling on her beautiful bottom before guilt set in and he forced himself to look away. He really needed to loosen up a bit before he ended up going crazy with lust. He quickly decided a nice long shower with a hint of masturbation would be his best bet.
As he walked into the house and headed towards the bathroom, he passed Rachel's room and noticed through her partially open door that she had already fallen asleep. She had shed her damp bathing suit and was lying atop her covers nude as usual. Sometimes he wished she were a little more modest. Not often, but sometimes. It certainly made it hard on him to see the object of his forbidden lust in nothing but her perfectly tanned skin every single day. She could at least close her damned door.
Still, it was his decision to stare as she slept peacefully, unaware of her brother's presence. It was also his decision to grab his quickly hardening cock and stroke it through his clothes. Thoughts of doing the unthinkable raced through his mind. What he wouldn't give for just one chance to show her how much he really loved her.
It wasn't until she shifted in her sleep and rolled onto her back that he was distracted enough to realize what he was doing. His hand quickly left his crotch, and he dashed past the doorway in a hurry. He just kept walking until he finally made it to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. His heart was pounding like a kettledrum.
Shaking his head, he undressed and started the shower. Once it was the right temperature, he stepped in to the warm, relaxing spray. He washed his hair slowly, trying not to think about what he'd just done, but he found the image of his sister's naked body hard to forget. Eventually, his hands meandered back down to his cock, and he began to beat his hard rock organ angrily, imagining it was Rachel's pussy instead of just his hand.
His hand pressed against the wall, supporting his weight, the water cascaded over his strong body, and he quickly lost control. The noise of the shower and the thought of his sister sound asleep in her room gave him a false sense of security to do what he normally did only in the privacy of his basement room in the middle of the night. His sister's name flowed from his lips freely as he pumped his cock over and over in his fist. Her face, her body, her laugh all raced through his brain.
He came so quickly it almost surprised him. It was intense, but it quickly faded as shame took the place of lust. It felt like absolute shit for feeling the way he did about Rachel, but he couldn't help himself. He wished there was a way he could stop himself from thinking those thoughts, but there was nothing he could do.
He finished his shower in a hurry, wanting to feel clean. When he was done, he got up and dried himself quickly, then dressed and made his way to his room. As he passed his sister's room, he made sure not to look towards the doorway. As much as he wanted to see her, he knew it would only lead to trouble.
If only he had the courage to say how he felt, he would be pleasantly surprised at the results. He wasn't the only one in the house with a secret desire in their heart for their sibling. Rachel did too, but like her big brother, she was too scared of the rules of society to even venture an attempt at turning the fantasy into reality.
What Greg didn't know was that her door wasn't left open because Rachel was absent-minded or unconcerned. No, she wanted him to see her body, just like she wanted him to stare at her breasts by the pool when she leaned over to reveal her cleavage. She knew the effect she had on her big brother. She wasn't blind. Greg might not have had the biggest cock in the world, but it was big enough to be noticeable through his shorts when he was sporting a hard-on for his sister.
Rachel had known about his "unnatural" affection for her ever since she was a kid and first developed breasts. She used to tease her brother about ogling her, but being a kid essentially unaware of what sex was all about, she'd never considered the possibility of sleeping with him at the time. That didn't happen until the first time she caught her older brother watching her sleep through her open door.
The first time, she had said something, not knowing what he was really doing, and Greg had stuttered out an excuse and vanished down the hall, leaving his sleepy-eyed sister to wonder. She had let it pass into the back of her mind until it happened again the very next night. Then she had kept silent and watched, feigning sleep as she watched her brother jerk off in the hallway.
It surprised her, almost scared her when she realized that was indeed what he was actually doing, but then she felt something snap inside her. As her brother came and then wandered off, noticeably cursing himself under his breath, Rachel's hand found its way to her surprisingly damp pussy, and she fingered herself to the most beautiful orgasm of her young life.
Eventually, it became a routine until Greg went away to college. Every night after the house was quiet and everyone was supposed to sleep, Greg would show up at his sister's door and stroke himself to orgasm as Rachel pretended to sleep. Once he left, filled with shame, she would do the same, picturing her brother's cock pumping in and out of her pussy.
She often fantasized about telling him she knew or inviting him into her room when he showed at her door or masturbating with him to see what would happen, but every time the moment came, something inside her would stop her dead in her tracks. It was like she was destined by fear to just dream, but never actually do it. She hated her fear, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Once Greg went off for his year and a half in college, Rachel tried to move on. She got a boyfriend and lost her virginity to him instead of her brother. Her boyfriend had been an ass and, after taking her virginity, had ditched her for another girl reputed to be inexperienced and therefore "nice and tight," as that jerk had put it. She experimented some more after that with a few boys and even a couple of girlfriends, but never really had a serious relationship of any kind. A few of the relationships were semi-serious, but that was it.
When Greg had come back from college after their father decided he couldn't afford to pay his tuition anymore, Rachel's heart had actually fluttered. She couldn't believe she'd get one more summer at least with her big brother to try and make her dream come true. After that, she'd be leaving for college and, with any luck, leaving her stupid hometown behind for a new life in "the real world."
But when Greg had arrived home, the same old fears crept back to the surface. She could tell he still wanted her, and she still wanted him, but they both still lacked the courage to go against the rules and embrace their urges. It seemed like it would never get past their usual ritual of Greg masturbating in shame and Rachel copying him in desperation only after he was gone.
Sometimes she just wanted to cry. None of it made any sense. They both wanted each other, but only she knew it. If only she had the strength.
When Greg had looked into her room before heading for the shower, she had been wide awake. She'd heard his footsteps creaking on the floorboards. She'd heard him breathing as he peered through the door and realized that he had taken the bait yet again.
Her heart skipped a beat as she laid there for a moment, and then, on a whim, she decided to see what would happen if she caught him red-handed without the cover of darkness to hide his actions. Unable to speak, her throat choked with fear, she rolled over on her back and looked at the door anxiously.
She was surprised when she saw nothing but an empty hallway. For a second, she thought she'd only imagined that Greg had been there. The sound of the bathroom door shutting hard told her she hadn't.
Rachel wanted to scream. She sat up on the corner of her bed as angry thoughts raced through her head. What the hell was wrong with him? Didn't he see that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her? Why the fuck did they have to play these games all the time? Who cares if they were brother and sister? That was just a stupid rule, and rules were bullshit. This silliness had to stop, and if Greg wasn't going to act, then Rachel was, whether he wanted her to or not.She decided at that moment that no matter what happened tonight, she was going to bring this to an end. Come hell or high water, she was going to make her brother realize how much time he'd wasted. She was going to let Greg see that she wanted him as much, if not more, than he wanted her. She'd said it before and always copped out at the last moment, but she knew in her heart that she wouldn't do so this time.
She smiled to herself as she lay back down on her back and looked at the ceiling. Her hand traveled down her stomach as she thought of the possibilities. How would she do it? When? Where? How would it be? The mere idea of it was just too much for her emotionally charged mind. Her fingers just flew across her clit, and she pinched her nipple hard. It took her all of a minute to bring herself off to one of the most potent orgasms she'd ever experienced.
She screamed so loud that as the stars flashed behind her eyes, she half expected Greg to come running out of the bathroom to ask her what was wrong. She couldn't have known that he was still in the throes of his self-induced orgasm with his head under the spray of the water, so he couldn't hear a thing besides the water rushing over his head. The idea of it was enough to get her fingers flying yet again, however.
When he didn't come flying through the door, she was disappointed. Not enough to stop her selfish ministrations on her wet sex, but enough to slow it down in the hopes that he'd see her when he did finally exit the bathroom. She wanted so badly for him to see her. Her eyes shut as she imagined her big brother's hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt at a slow and steady rhythm as their tongues danced, and she held his warm, strong body to her.
Her fingers plunged deep inside her pussy. Her palm rubbed hard against her clit. Rachel's eyes shot open as she heard the shower cut off. Redoubling her efforts, she tried to work herself to another orgasm so that her brother would hear her or at least see her as he passed her room. He couldn't avoid it if he tried.
Her fingers smacked against her sloppy wet sex as she heard the bathroom door shut. If only he'd look in her room. She was so close she could taste it. Her eyes wanted to shut so badly as she felt it begin to build, but as she watched, she saw her brother dash past her open door without even a second glance.
Rachel's eyes squeezed shut in frustration, but her fingers kept working. As she heard his bedroom door slam shut in the distance, she came again. It wasn't very satisfying, but it was enough to sleep on. She knew she'd get him tonight, even if it meant skipping the party.
For a while, both brother and sister were quiet as they slept. Their dreams were oddly similar. Scenes of incestuous love filled their heads as they tossed and turned in separate rooms. It was Rachel who awoke first, a little after four in the afternoon. She was glad she did. She had a lot of things to do, or all her dreams would be for naught.
When Greg finally awoke an hour and a half later and left his room, he found what at first he took to be an empty house. He quickly found out he was only half-right. The house may have been empty, but the pool wasn't. He scratched his head and looked out the sliding door before deciding to go find out what was going on.
"What are you doing?" he said as he walked to the edge of the pool, where Rachel stood on the ladder expectantly.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" Rachel responded as she climbed out of the pool and stood before her brother, dripping wet. Greg was slow to answer as he took a second to take in the sight of his sister's nearly nude body before stopping himself and looking her in the face. He saw a knowing smile on that pretty face that made him wonder. The words that came from behind that smile took away his wonder and replaced it with a moment of fear as his sister asked bluntly if he liked what he saw.
"What...I... what are you talking about?" he sputtered out, taking a step back instinctively.
"Hush," Rachel came back as she stepped up to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before stepping away and grabbing her towel, "You need to lighten up, big brother. You're so wound up. You need to learn to just let go and stop worrying about stupid shit."
Greg was too stunned to even move as Rachel spoke, and the fact that his sister just kissed him sank in to his still drowsy mind. He literally had to shake his head before he made to talk, but stopped as he noticed his sister lying down with her back to the sky on the towel she had laid out on the poolside. Rachel didn't even give him a chance to speak before she started again.
"Don't just stand there. You don't want me to burn, do you?" she pointed at the suntan lotion only a few inches from his feet. He looked at her, then back at the lotion, before he finally got enough control back to speak.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for the party instead of working on your tan?" he said as he tried his best to avoid staring at her perfect ass and kept his attention focused on her still smiling face.
"Do we really have to go to the party?" Rachel said, sitting up on her forearms.
"What?" Greg asked a little curtly, "I thought you were the one who really wanted to go?"
"I changed my mind. I'm allowed to do that, you know. Man, my back is getting warm. Why don't you put some lotion on it?"
"Rachel," Greg started, but was quickly interrupted by Rachel.
"Please?" she said in her best little girl voice, raising her legs and putting her hands under her chin while pouting. "I'll be your best friend."
"Fine!" Greg said, throwing up his hands before picking up the bottle as his sister giggled and returned to a prone position with her arms under her head. She knew the opportunity to touch her bare skin was something he simply couldn't pass up.
"Thank you," Rachel said as her brother got down on his knees beside her, "You're the best brother ever." Greg just grunted in response as he stared at the beautiful sight before him. Rachel's long, firm legs, her small, delicate feet with perfect toes, her aforementioned ass and smooth back. He was glad she couldn't see his crotch in her position because he was already getting hard.
Being a considerate big brother, Greg made sure to squirt the lotion onto his hands instead of just squirting it directly on her back. He paused before finally reaching to touch his sister's soft body. It was like a religious experience. It always was, no matter how many times he did it, but that kiss still played on his mind, as did the sultry sigh that came from his sister when he finally laid his hands on her.
"That feels nice," Rachel said in a relaxed voice as Greg rubbed the lotion into her back. It was almost a massage instead of just a simple application of lotion. Greg's eagerness to feel her body showed. His motions were slow and deliberate. He was almost shaking as his fingers moved over the back of her bikini top. What he wouldn't give to see up close what they kept covered.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Rachel said before reaching back and untying the string that held her top in place. She then fulfilled her brother's unspoken wish by sitting up and tossing it to the side, giving him a quick glimpse of her small, but perfect breasts. He actually gasped before he made to protest, despite himself.
"What the hell are you doing?" He said in a loud whisper as disbelief overtook him. Rachel just giggled.
"What?" she said, feigning surprise at his shocked tone as she rolled over on her side, propped up on her elbow, giving Greg the view he wanted. She giggled again as he averted his eyes a little too slowly for someone who didn't want to see what he was seeing.
"Jesus, Rachel," Greg said as he tried his best not to look, "Cover yourself up! I don't want to see those. We have neighbors."
"Oh, shut up," she said nonchalantly, "We have a privacy fence all around us. No one can see a thing, and besides, they're just boobs. Don't you like boobs, Greg?" She was beginning to have fun teasing him like this. Still, she hoped it wouldn't end with just teasing.
"Of course I do, but not my sister's," Greg said as he stood up and turned towards the pool, looking around as if to verify that no one was indeed looking.
"Why?" Rachel said as she rolled on her back again, propped up on her elbows. "Don't you think they're nice?"
Greg couldn't believe he was hearing what he thought he was hearing. Did his sister just ask him if he liked her breasts? Why would she even ask him that? She couldn't be asking because...
"What?" Greg said finally turning back to look at his sister. When he did, his eyes instantly fell upon her exposed body. He almost turned back, but he found he couldn't. His guilt told him he should, but his lust told his guilt to be silent. It didn't listen. Not that it mattered. His lust was getting stronger by the second.
"I asked you if you thought my boobs were nice?" Rachel said calmly, as if it were the most natural question in the world for a sister to be asking her brother. Greg's gaze finally lifted from his sister's chest to her face. This couldn't be happening.
"I... I..." Greg stuttered, his eyes shifting between his sister's face and her breasts, occasionally wandering down farther. He had no idea how to even begin answering that question. Was this some kind of trap? Did Rachel know about his wicked thoughts and just wanted him to reveal himself for some reason, or could she want him to? The same thoughts over and over again in a seemingly endless repetition. He was caught in a loop he couldn't escape on his own. Luckily his little sister was there to help him.
"It's a simple question, Greg," Rachel said as she got up and walked towards her brother. "Do you think my breasts are pretty?" Her hands reached out for his, and he didn't resist. He was too busy staring at the mounds of flesh in question. His brain was useless to him. "Maybe you need to touch them, hmm?As his sister brought his hands up to her breasts, Greg's heart skipped a beat, and sweat began to form on his brow, but he didn't resist. He couldn't if he wanted to.
As Greg's hand cupped her breast, Rachel let out a sigh. His hands were warm and so strong. They felt perfect touching her skin. It was as if they were made for the purpose. Greg was still in shock and was unable to do anything more than cup them, but it still felt wonderful.
When Rachel released her grip on her brother's hands, it was like she'd flipped a switch. He no longer simply cupped them. He squeezed them gently, caressed them, and allowed his thumbs to stroke the quickly hardening nipples as Rachel breathed deeply and contentedly.
"I'll take that as a yes," Rachel said as she placed her arms on Greg's shoulders and pulled herself up to kiss him. Greg was caught unawares, still focused on his sister's breasts, but as he saw her face drawing closer, he panicked. Suddenly, he pushed her away and took a step back.
"What the hell are we doing?" Greg said as he stared at his hands as if they were diseased.
"Greg," Rachel started, but stopped as her brother ran into the house. Cursing herself under her breath, she ran after him. He was too fast for her. By the time she got inside, he'd already run to his room and slammed the door behind himself.
Stomping hard, she cursed again, then headed towards her brother's door, hoping he hadn't locked it. Luckily, he hadn't, but she knocked before she opened the door to find her brother madly jerking off on his bed. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. She'd just given her brother the one thing she knew he really wanted, and he had rejected her to do what? Jerk off?
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Greg?" She yelled, her hands on her hips as she stood above her brother. Greg shook with surprise. He didn't even know she was in the room until that moment.
"What... what are you doing in here?" Greg said as he pulled the blanket over his waist in shame, "Get out of here!"
"No," Rachel said firmly, "I'm not going anywhere until you answer my fucking question. What is wrong with you, Greg? I know you want me, and I just showed you that I want you, but here you are jerking off in your room, probably thinking of me. What the fuck, Greg? Isn't the real me good enough for you? Are you retarded or something?"
Rachel was so angry she was crying. She couldn't help it. Didn't he know how hard it was for her to put it all out on the line like that? She stopped yelling and turned away, covering her face as the anger gave way to sobbing.
Suddenly, Greg realized what a fool he'd been. Not only had he almost thrown away his dream, he'd also hurt his sister deeply. He'd let fear guide his decisions for so long, he'd almost let fear ruin his chance to share with his sister the true depth of his love for her.
The sight of her crying was just too much to bear. Fuck fear, fuck society, he loved his sister, and she loved him. That was all that mattered. He got up from his bed and nearly tripped over his pants, but shed them easily enough before placing his hand on Rachel's shoulder and turning her towards him.
"I'm so sorry, Rachel," He said before kissing her tear-stained cheeks, "I'm so stupid." He kissed her again on her other cheek as he repeated his apology over and over.
"It's okay, Greg," Rachel said finally. One arm made its way around her brother's strong back, while the other touched his strong cheek. Greg stopped kissing her cheeks. Their eyes met, and each other's gaze for what seemed like a short eternity before Rachel spoke again. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Greg responded in a husky whisper.
"Greg?" Rachel's voice was so quiet her brother had a hard time hearing her despite their closeness.
"Yes, Rachel?" His voice matching her own.
"Make love to me," It was not a request, and it required no answer that could be put into words. Greg knew this and acted accordingly, kissing his little sister with a passion he had never thought himself capable of before. Rachel accepted his kiss instantly. Her mouth opened, and his tongue slipped against hers.
Their hands moved freely over each other's bodies as they kissed. Neither could believe how good it felt to finally touch in such an intimate manner. Greg loved the softness of his sister's bottom, the feel of her crack underneath the thin, damp cloth of her bikini. Rachel was more than a little pleased at the feel of her brother's hard cock pressed against her stomach. She could hardly wait to find out what it felt like to have it inside of her.
"God," Greg said, breaking the kiss and looking into his sister's eyes, "You're so beautiful. I want to taste every inch of your body." His lips returned to Rachel's, and they kissed again. Greg's hands found their way to the strings that held his sister's bikini bottom in place. With a quick tug from behind that caused the fabric to rub roughly against Rachel's aroused sex, making her whimper sweetly, he removed them.
"I want to taste you, baby sister," Greg said as he broke the kiss once more and gently pushed Rachel onto his bed. "I want to taste every inch of your body." He pushed her again to make her lay down before crawling on top of his sister and returning to her mouth for a brief moment before beginning his trek down her thin, beautiful body.
Rachel was speechless, reduced to just panting heavily as her arousal quickly built. She had been so dominant, so in control only a few moments ago, but now she only wanted to see where her brother could take her. So far, he was taking her exactly where she wanted to go.
His kisses were slow, but desperately passionate. Rachel whimpered as he sucked gently on her neck, then bit at her shoulder a little too hard. Still, it felt wonderful. Her hands stroked his strong neck and his soft hair.
Rachel nearly screamed when Greg's mouth found its way to her already hard nipples to suck and nibble on them. Her body reacted by squirming uncontrollably under Greg's delicious assault. It felt like she could almost come just from his suckling. She knew that part of it was from the taboo nature of what they were doing, but there was something more. She was already certain that this was going to be the best sexual experience of her young life, and her brother hadn't even touched her sex yet.
Greg went slowly between her breasts, trying to stay true to his promise. First, he'd kiss and lick one small mound, then he kissed his way down to the valley in between before patiently working his way back to the other one. It was a loving, torturous process that was driving Rachel wild.
The more Rachel wiggled and moaned, the more effort Greg put into his sweet attentions. His body begged him to give in to his own desires for pleasure, but he refused to give in. His cock was hard, it hurt, and every time it rubbed against his sister's body, it made him shiver with lust. It took all of his willpower to stop himself from acting selfishly. This was not an ordinary girl. This was the girl he had always wanted, but had thought he could never have. He had to let her know how grateful he was for this chance.
Reluctantly, he left his sister's breasts to kiss his way down her perfectly flat stomach. He could smell Rachel's arousal. He groaned as he kissed her stomach and imagined what she would taste like. Rachel groaned as well, anticipating the feel of his mouth on her pussy. When his tongue traced her belly button, she groaned again. He was so close.
But as Greg neared his sister's beautiful sex and spread her legs wide with his strong hands, his kisses seemed to miss the mark. Instead of kissing his sister's mound, he centered his attentions on her soft thighs. It felt so good, but Rachel was going mad with her arousal. The gentle teasing was maddening. Why didn't he just make her come?
"Please," Rachel groaned in protest, her eyes filled with need as she caught her brother's gaze. "Please eat me. Make me come."
Greg hushed her, kissing his way up her leg slowly. Rachel continued to groan as her brother's kisses worked their way up her leg. When he kissed her behind the knee, it amazed her how good it felt. No one had ever put this much effort into seducing her. Not her male lover, not her female lovers. No one had ever been this patient.
When Greg's mouth reached her feet, she was again amazed. She suddenly realized how much she had missed by not taking this path sooner. Greg was teaching her things she never even knew about her own body. He sucked her toes into his mouth, and Rachel's back arched on its own accord.
"What are you doing to me?" Rachel said as her hands found their way to her breasts. "You make me feel so good."
Greg switched feet, eventually working his way back down his sister's legs. He made sure that his mouth never left her skin except to whisper encouragement. He loved the taste of her sweat. He could only imagine how good her pussy would taste, but he would find out soon enough.
Kissing down her thigh, he was almost there. Rachel knew it, and she stared at her brother, knowing that he would make her feel better than she ever had before. When his mouth finally made contact with her slippery lips, that knowledge was instantly confirmed.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Rachel screamed as Greg's tongue penetrated her folds, and his fingers found their way to her clit. Her hips bucked wildly until Greg brought his other hand to rest on her stomach to hold his sister down. Rachel's own hands were still busy on her breasts as her brother's tongue licked away at her center.
It was simply amazing how good her brother felt between her thighs. His tongue and fingers seemed to be everywhere at once. He switched effortlessly between licking his sister's pussy and rubbing her clit, to fingering her pussy and gently sucking on her clit. Rachel could already feel the pressure building inside her.
"I'm going to come," Rachel panted urgently, "Oh, God! You're making me come!" She repeated it like a chant until at last, she did come.Lights flashed, and the only sound she heard was a low hum. It was the most intense she had ever felt. The wrongness of the situation, the patience of Greg's efforts, the skill and the love they shared between them all added to the sensation.
Her body was rigid as Greg continued to lap at her sex. His sister's juices coated his face. Her scent filled his nostrils. Seeing his sister come had been the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen. As his tongue continued to taste her swollen lips and clit, he did his best to make sure he'd see it again.
Rachel screamed again when her second orgasm hit her almost as soon as her last one had subsided. Her skin was flushed and coated in sweat as she lost contact with the real world for a brief moment and blacked out, going limp and collapsing onto her brother's bed. Greg had to chuckle to himself. He had never done that before.
When Rachel awoke moments later to her brother kissing her forehead, she smiled at him dreamily. Greg smiled back before kissing his sister's sweet lips, sharing the aftertaste of her succulent pussy. Rachel could feel her brother's stiff cock pressing against her thigh. The desire to return the favor he had just given her was too much. She had to taste him as he had tasted her.
"I want to kiss your cock," she whispered into her brother's ear as he kissed her neck. "I want to taste your come in my mouth."
"God, I love you, baby sister," Greg whispered back, kissing her ear one more time. With a light push, Rachel rolled her big brother onto his back. Crouched over him, she stared into his eyes, smiling while she reached down for his cock.
"I love you too, big brother," she said as she began to stroke his cock slowly. Greg groaned loudly at the contact. They kissed one more time, long and hard, before Greg scooted up to allow his sister plenty of room. Rachel's hand never left Greg's cock.
Greg's cock was already leaking by the time Rachel placed her first light kiss on its head. Her tongue snaked out to taste the fluid there. Her brother groaned as Rachel twirled her tongue around the head and continued to stroke him up and down with her hand. He groaned louder when she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Their eyes were locked together as Rachel slowly took more and more of her brother into her mouth. Greg's hand found its way to his sister's hair, not to force her down on his cock, but to gently stroke her hair. There was no reason to hurry.
"Jesus Christ, that feels so fucking good," Greg whispered, looking lovingly into his sister's eyes. He had heard his sister was good at giving head from a friend who walked away from that particular conversation with a busted nose. Now he knew that it was true. Rachel seemed to honestly enjoy the feel of a cock in her mouth. Her soft moans, the way she worked her tongue against his sensitive tool, it was like magic, and Rachel had only taken half of his cock into her mouth.
Rachel showed the same patience with her brother's cock as he had shown to her body. Nothing about her blowjob was hurried. This wasn't about getting her brother off. It was an act of love.
Suddenly, her mouth left her brother's cock with a pop. Greg made to protest until Rachel's tongue found its way back to his cock head for a flick before kissing down the length until she reached his balls. Her hand once again found its way to her brother's cock to slowly stroke as she took his balls into her mouth one after the other. It felt wonderful.
Rachel moaned as she sucked her brother's balls, sending tickling vibrations through the skin. Greg moaned as well, enjoying the unusual sensation. When Rachel released his nuts and began kissing and licking her way back up her brother's shaft, Greg instantly knew he wouldn't last long once she got serious.
When his sister reached the head of his cock and quickly proceeded to swallow him whole in one smooth, slow motion, Greg knew he was right. There was an intensity to Rachel's look as she stared into her big brother's eyes. Her head began to slowly bob up and down on Greg's shaft.
"Oh, Rachel," Greg said, continuing to stroke his sister's hair while enjoying the sight and feel of her mouth wrapped around his cock, "So good. God, I fucking love you." He didn't even know what he was saying. He just had to say something.
Soon, he began to feel his orgasm approaching. Now he did grab his sister's head with some force, humping upwards into her throat instinctively. He wanted her to swallow every last drop of his come. Luckily, Rachel wanted exactly the same thing.
"Fucking Goddamn. Suck it, baby," he shouted mindlessly as his balls tightened and he felt the rush coming on, "I'm going to come. Swallow it. Oh fucking, swallow my come."
With a hard thrust that nearly made his little sister gag, Greg filled Rachel's throat with his thick, white load. Rachel recovered nicely and missed not a drop. Her brother's hands gripped her hair hard, almost ripping it from her head, but it didn't faze her one bit. She wouldn't have missed this experience for the world.
Greg just groaned loudly until he was out of breath and momentarily out of come. Rachel's mouth had never left its place on her brother's member. Even after he started to go limp, she kept sucking until Greg was forced to pull her off of his now sensitive organ. Amazingly, he was still hard, but right now, he didn't care. He just wanted to kiss those beautiful lips and stick his tongue in that lovely mouth that had brought him such wonderful pleasure.
He could taste his come in his sister's mouth as they kissed, sitting up at first, then falling back onto the bed. He didn't know why, but it turned him on even more to taste his essence in Rachel's mouth. It was like a confirmation that this wasn't just an incredible dream. This was real and almost perfect. There was only one more thing left to do before perfection could be reached.
Rolling Rachel onto her back, Greg broke their kiss and looked down into her eyes. An unspoken message passed between them, and Rachel spread her legs without a word and hissed as she felt Greg's cock begin to rub against her sex in a testing manner. Her hand found its way between them, grabbing a hold of her brother's thick organ and began guiding it into her warmth.
"God, I love you," Greg whispered as his head penetrated his sister's tight, warm center for the first of what he hoped to be many times. Rachel just moaned in response, shifting her hips and forcing her brother deeper inside her. Greg got the picture, and with one slow thrust, he penetrated her fully with a shared sigh.
Again, their eyes locked, and their mouths met in another passionate kiss as Greg thrust slowly in and out of his sister's wet pussy. It was a perfect fit. She felt so tight around his cock, so warm, so right. Her sweet moans filled his ears even as they kissed.
Rachel's legs wrapped around her brother's hips, and her arms wrapped around his back, pulling Greg tight to her body as they fucked. His body felt so good on top of her, almost as good as his cock inside of her, stretching her open and hitting her in all the right spots.
Greg's pace steadily quickened into a hard rhythm as the realization of what they were doing continued to bounce around his mind. Both siblings began to sweat profusely as their fucking became harder, faster. Their kiss broke as Greg reared up to pound his cock into his sister's cunt.
Grabbing Rachel's hands, he pinned her to the bed as he began to really get into it. Sweat dripped from his brow onto his sister, to combine with her own on her damp, feverish skin. Greg's grunts mixed with Rachel's and the obscene slapping of their genitals as they met violently to fill the room with the sound of their fucking.
The bed creaked in protest under them, but brother and sister ignored its pleas. Even if it had collapsed, it wouldn't have mattered. There was too much at stake here to stop for anything. Their father discovering, the cops busting down the door, or God him/herself appearing before invoking them to stop their sinful union would've done nothing to stop them from fucking each other stupid.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" Rachel shouted over and over at the top of her lungs. She was already getting close to coming again. Greg's fast, hard, steady pounding was maddening. She tried her best to meet his thrusts in time, but it was becoming harder and harder.
Then it happened: with a scream that could've woken the dead, Rachel came. Greg felt it coming and braced himself, not wanting to come too soon, but it was hopeless. As his sister's body went rigid with pleasure and her pussy convulsed around his cock, he too was driven over the edge.
His cock pumped deep inside of Rachel's body, firing off shot after shot of sticky white come into his sister's womb as he grunted above her. His grunts competed with her screams while he continued to pump in an awkward rhythm, his hands still pinning his sister's hands to the bed, until he collapsed on top of her.
They laid there for a while, recovering, until Greg kissed his sister on the forehead and smiled. Rachel smiled back dreamily. They had never been happier.
"That was beautiful," Rachel whispered as she stared into her brother's eyes and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You're beautiful," Greg said as he stroked his sister's flushed, sweat-dampened face. Rachel just kissed him again.
"How long have you wanted to do that?" she asked after a few moments of soft post-coital kisses.
"For as long as I can remember," Greg answered softly, "How about you?"
"Me too," Rachel responded, and then thought a minute before asking another question. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"
"Does it matter?" Greg said with a smile.
"What do we do now?" Rachel asked, hoping she knew the answer.
"Want to do it again?"
"Yes, more than anything."
So they did. Again and again, until they simply couldn't fuck anymore. By the time they were done, they knew this wouldn't be the last time they'd do it.Their dad would be gone for several more days, and they planned to make the most of it. Of course, they also missed the party, but that didn't matter. Who needs beer when you can be with someone you love? | 4 |
107,564 | The Promise | He sat there crying, the thin padding of the seat chafing against his thighs as the bra continued to cut into his ribs. He heard the quiet sound of car wheels crunching the gravel in the driveway, slowing to a stop, the quick tap of her shoes on the walk as his wife's happy greeting was suddenly cut off. A long pause, the sound of feet, then car doors closing and finally the gradual fade of the engine as they raced off into the night. His cock had finally deflated as they had driven away, giving him some relief from the pain of his erection, but the other discomforts then took their turn in tormenting him. He sat there...
Some time later in the evening, the sound of the front door slamming shut snapped him out of a light doze. Shocked into sudden wakefulness, his hearing was desperate to make sense of the sounds coming from the front room. A low male voice and the sound of a cork being pulled, glasses clinking and then soft tunes on the stereo; each stabbed at his heart as he began to groan in agony at the hell he had placed himself in. He knew she'd eventually bring someone home someday, but always it was a fear placed safely in the future. Now there was another man in the house, and he strained to hear them over the sharp thudding of his heart. Her laughter, then his, then silence...long silence that filled with the images of pleasure she'd so long denied him. Footsteps then, and a sudden lurch of panic before he realized only hers were approaching as the door swung open.
Turning her back to the bedroom, she was backlit by the hall light, giving him a glimpse of long thighs tapering to a tight V.
"I'll just be a minute," she said, "I bought something I want to surprise you with." Turning into the bedroom, she ignored his tear-streaked face and walked over to the closet to begin pushing boxes around, coming back out with a Victoria's Secret bag that she tossed onto the bed. Turning at last to her pantied husband, she stood in front of him and slowly reached under her dress and began shimmying out of her pantyhose, rocking her hips in a sensual figure eight as they slid over her hips. Her hands pushed them over her thighs and calves, rolling them tightly as she slipped them off each foot. Reaching under again to tug off her panties, she finally spoke. "Don't you want to ask me how the evening went?" she asked, pausing with the taut black silk midway down her thighs. He said nothing, knowing this 'Simon Says' trap, his eyes riveted to her panties now pooled at her feet.
Picking them up, she twisted them around to reveal the center panel nicely silvered with her juices as she approached him. "There, honey, can you tell I've had an exciting evening?" He was panting now, her scent sending his cock crashing into his restraint as she draped them over his head, pressing the moist panel firmly against his nose and lips. A small, strangled whimper was all she heard.
"That's all for tonight, dear," she said gently, picking up the pantyhose and wrapping them loosely around his head. He could just make out the faint shape of her body as she began to remove her clothes. Watching the sensual dance of her undressing, he began to cry again, straining to see as she reached behind to unsnap her brassiere. Walking back over to his bound figure, she straddled his legs and pulled his face to the soft mound of her pubis, rubbing her plump mons against the silk covering his nose and lips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, sliding down to settle into his lap, "It will be so nice having a man in the house this evening, don't you think?" She smiled as she watched his struggle not to speak.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said. Draping her arms around him, she idly fingered the straps of his bra as she teased the nipples of her soft breasts against the soft cups in front. She could feel him quivering under her as she brushed them back and forth, edging closer to one of many orgasms she was looking forward to this evening.
"Here, honey," she said, holding up her left breast to push the stiff nipple into the silk covering his mouth, "help me over the top." With a soft moan, his lips struggled to grab the nipple through the damp panel, hungry to feel it swell in his mouth once more. She could feel his lips straining to grab her as the the silk of his lips finally succeeding in clamping down once, briefly, sending her over the edge. She pulled her nipple from his mouth then, the sudden clamp of her legs and a sharp hiss the only sensation he felt as she came. His lips groped blindly now, seeking the breasts that brushed both cheeks as she leaned over him to savor the last few waves of pleasure. Sighing happily, she got up and walked over to the bed and began dressing in her new lingerie."Remember to keep your eyes closed," she said in a hoarse whisper as she turned and called down the hall for her guest to join her. | 5 |
107,566 | The Bet | He lay there, dazed by her scent, his other senses magnified by the denial of sight. Trying not to push against her, he was nonetheless dragged relentlessly towards his orgasm as she kept up her rocking back and forth on top of him. That and the cucumber prodding from underneath kept him hard as he heard her continuing to fiddle with a bottle, again the scotch tape, and he began to tense as she again leaned forward to brush her nipple against his lips. "Come on, sweetie, take the nipple," she cooed, thrilled at what she was about to do. His lips parted, and he drew her in deeply once more, sucking the turgid nipple deep against the roof of his mouth. They both groaned again; he at the sudden vice-like grip of her vagina, she at the sparks that seemed to jump from her left breast into her clitoris. She watched closely as he began to nurse, pushing strongly with his tongue, and paused. A sweet taste was filling his mouth and throat as he suckled; he swallowed involuntarily at the pool that collected there, grunting with surprise as more sweetness trickled down. His tongue explored her nipple more closely, now feeling the straw-thick tube next to it that seemed to be the source of the sweet liquid.
"Like it?" she asked, getting only a puzzled frown. She leaned forward, whispering, "It's real breast milk, from my friend Rosie who's still nursing her baby..." He began to moan as she pulled his head closer to her, feeling her fingers prodding her aureola deeper into his mouth as more milk filled his throat. His head began to spin as he swallowed again, unable, unwilling to stop the flow, and he began to lose control of his hips. She glanced at the timer...one minute left.
"Come on, babe, I'm nursing you now, c'mon, come for me, sweetie," she coaxed, now pushing against his upward thrusts as his lips and tongue became more insistent. She smiled, feeling the first hot surge splash within as he began to come, pouring himself deeply into her. His cheeks and neck flushed bright red as wave after wave of pleasure thrust him up against her cervix. Tears began to creep out from under the panties around his eyes as his hips slowed. He began to soften inside her.
"Don't stop," she prompted, as his body began to collapse back, jaw now slack against her breast. "You need to finish your feeding, come on," she insisted, holding her breast back up to him. He obeyed weakly, now barely sucking as the last of the milk drained from the bottle. She watched as he swallowed the last few drops, his lips slack against her now tingling nipple. They rested there quietly in the dark, their breaths slowing together as both of them recovered. Slipping the panty off of his head, she could see the shock still there in his eyes. Grinning, she waited, watching him lay there, still bound but completely relaxed, taking it all in. Ding! The timer made them both jump, and he smiled back.
"That was so mean..." he began, his smile widening. She sat back, satisfied she'd won and squeezed him, now soft but still inside her.
"So close, baby, oh so close. You almost made it, but you couldn't help yourself, could you, hmm?" she teased. "Now you have to pay the piper."
He grinned back, "I'm all yours."
"Good," she said, raising her hips and holding her lips closed as she moved over him. "Time for the rest of your feeding." Grabbing the headboard, she pulled herself over him and looked down to see a shocked face looking up at her from between her full thighs. Brushing her swollen outer lips against his lips, she could see him struggle with her command as her clitoris rubbed against his nose, tickling her and leaving a shiny trail of juice there.
She stared him down, challenging him for once, and with a sigh, his mouth opened, and she felt his tongue slip inside her.
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She settled back down, like a hen on her nest of eggs, spreading her thick folds over his mouth and chin, her clitoris rubbing lightly on the bony ridge of his nose, thrilling her back towards her own pleasure. A small moan escaped as she felt the slow swirl of his tongue push past her opening and heard him begin to choke and swallow the smooth mix of his sperm and her copious juices that flowed into his reluctant mouth.
"Mmmmm, that feels sooooo good," she sighed, rocking happily as he struggled for air beneath her. She settled down further, clasping him more firmly between her legs, the soft flesh of her inner thighs pressing his ears shut and folding over his cheeks, leaving only his eyes and the top of his nose visible. She looked down at him buried beneath all her succulent flesh, thrilling at the sight of him trapped there, kissing her so intimately. Rubbing the hood above her clitoris, she massaged herself closer as the next flush of juice washed into his waiting mouth. His struggles only excited her further; a subtle revenge on all the delicious torment he'd put her through earlier. Reaching behind her, she felt his cock nestled in his pubic hair, now semi-hard and still damp from her.
"Oohh, so you seem to be enjoying this as much as I am, hmm?" she asked, giggling at his futile attempt at shaking his head 'no'. Lodged as he was, there was no escaping the thick folds of flesh pressed onto his mouth, as sure a gag as anything store-bought. She continued.
"Maybe it's time I returned the favor," she began, seeing his eyes light up with relief. "Would you like that, babe?" she asked, getting a small nod yes as his tongue continued its lapping. "Well good, I think that's a lovely idea," she giggled, and with that, she raised herself off of his face, hearing him gasp with relief, and slowly lowered herself around, facing his feet and lowered her round full bottom back down onto his face.
"Hey, honey, mmm, mmph..." he began, finding himself now even more firmly trapped under her ample flesh, this time with the crinkled rosebud of her anus winking at him as his nose slid deep in between her folds. She sat up, sealing him completely in her moist vagina, his chin just visible if she spread her thighs. His mouth worked open to gasp for air as she leaned forward to free his nose. She nestled his cock in her hands, licking the salty damp head as he recovered his breath.
"Get that tongue back in there, or it's back under you go, little man," she ordered, pleased to feel his immediate effort at swirling his tongue over her clitoris. At this angle, there was more of her available to him, and she delighted in the feel of his licking the length of her, from clitoris to the edge of her anus. She began her slow climb to orgasm once more. Grasping his cock at the base, she swallowed him completely, his still soft member bending and fitting into her throat more easily. He bucked at the pain/pleasure of being made to erect so quickly after such a terrific orgasm, and his moan, even muffled, told her as much. His member, now thickening, began its slow crawl to the back of her throat as she struggled to not gag on the head, now depressing the back of her tongue. With a deep breath, she began to swallow, feeling the thick head push its way into her throat. Holding her head still, she swallowed again, getting a muffled scream of pleasure from below as his cock began to twitch in her throat. She was closer now, incredibly turned on as much by the cock in her throat as by his steady licking. Shifting her hips up, she rubbed her clit over his chin and pressed down, forcing his tongue back inside her. The first wave hit her, and her throat opened to let him in deeper.
He heard her groan as his mouth filled with a fresh surge of her juices, felt her begin to clamp his tongue with the first wave of orgasm as his own was torn from him by her hot, clutching throat. He bucked upward, burying himself deeper, her throat yielding to his cock as he once more began to come, the semen burning a path of fire through his cock as he pushed into her. She tasted the salt of him and swallowed convulsively as her vagina continued to grab his tongue, nearly drowning him in her own flood. They crested for a long moment, both insensible with the intensity, and quivering, she at last collapsed back down onto him, resting with his cock still in her mouth, the last few drops gathering on her lips as she bathed him lazily with her lips and tongue. She felt the hot breath from his nose on her anus, his mouth firmly sealed to her, trapped but now unresisting, content to simply lie there, his tongue deep inside her like a small soft cock. She giggled at that thought, and felt his own half-chuckle as an unlikely answer, making everything even more wonderful. They rested there for what seemed many minutes, gently cleaning each other like small animals. He began to squirm under her, now uncomfortable from the long confinement. With a small groan of protest, she got up slowly and turned around to begin freeing him. She burst out laughing; his face was a mess, covered in both their juices, making him look as if he'd been varnished - hair and neck coated equally.He scowled at her, making her begin to giggle even more. Helpless with laughter, she rolled back over on top of him, face to face, and began kissing him, cleaning his squirming face with small licks and kisses, occasionally sharing a taste with him despite his efforts to resist and his asking her to stop. He endured her with increasing impatience, bearing up under this suddenly maternal side of her.
"You are going to be SO punished," he growled, now even more frustrated that she merely burst into an even harder fit of giggling. Using his hips, he rolled the helpless woman off of him and slowly worked himself loose from the sheets and ropes, pulling the cucumber out from the snarl of sheets at last, flinging it across the room. She lay there on her stomach, laughing helplessly, and he watched her quivering buttocks for a moment before deciding on his answer to her insolence. His face spread in a slow grin. | 3 |
107,659 | Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 5 | He was walking through a narrow corridor. The ceiling was shrouded in impenetrable darkness, which was extending onto the passage further in front of him. There was no telling where he might be heading; he could only see the walls of the passage on either side. He looked down and saw that he was barefoot and wearing his cute Pokémon jammies from when he was only a few years old. He was passing doors - motel doors - made of cheap plywood. Strangely, they had doorplates, but he couldn't decipher the inscriptions - they were somehow blurry.
There were windows too - large picture windows - and though each had its tasteless motel curtains pulled together, concealing the interiors, in every few of them there was a gap through which he could peek. He stopped in front of a random one and glued his face to the smudged glass, trying to make out anything in the darkness. Suddenly, the room's lights went on, making it much easier to see. It was a sleazy motel room. They all look the same, really - as a sex worker he'd been in dozens and dozens of those. What he saw on the bed was somewhat more out of the ordinary, though.
Taylor Lautner. Taylor fuckin' Lautner, in all his muscled teen idol Twilight glory, his ripped body perfectly smooth, glistening with sweat, his youthful, handsome, movie star face contorted from the effort of power-fucking the ass of a much smaller boy with his fat cock. Yup.
The kid, lying on his back, looked like he might have been taken straight out of a kindergarten playground - he was so young. He was hysterical - screaming and crying and beating around in the air with his thin limbs, desperately trying to free himself from Taylor's - a.k.a. Jacob Black's - firm grip, the skinny little frame bouncing in every direction like a piece of rag. At one point the child was about to pass out - the pain of the fuck must've been excruciating. Loads of middle school girls are fingering their bald pussies every evening, thinking about being plowed by that fuckin' stud and his succulent schlong, and this lucky little faggot was getting impaled way up his little heavily heaving chest!
Taylor's tanned skin gleamed in the room's lit lamps, his muscles flexing and bulging, his powerful and studly bod so much different from the pale, skinny kid pinned helplessly against his groin. The young movie star's pubic area was shaved clean, as were his heavy, bull-sized balls. His dick - when Taylor was pulling it out of the preteen slut - looked like it might be about 9" long. It was bulging out the kid's belly in a ridiculous, absolutely obscene, yet also beautiful way. Boys these young aren't really prepared for taking in so much man-meat up their chutes. Usually, if one wants to avoid inflicting permanent damage and serious health issues, it's best to refrain from fucking a kid with those really big ones at least until he starts elementary school... this boy would remember his fuck with Taylor all his life.
He moved on to the next window. Again, the lights suddenly turned on by themselves and there he saw Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, the cute boy singers from One Direction. This room's walls were decorated with very tasteful and artistically enlarged photographs of young boys' spread ass globes and their little cuntholes. Some seemed virgin and intact, others were reddened and moist, but most looked pried open and were leaking precious male fluids. Zayn, the ridiculously good-looking young Pakistani, was choking on Harry's teenage cock, which was rammed deep inside his throat, while Louis had his own hard pecker stuffed between the gorgeous, exotic looking boy's pert buttocks.
Spying on those three, he thought that their lean tattooed bodies, connected by the meaty shafts springing from between their muscular thighs, formed a definitive testimony to the age-old, primordial and animalistic lust that boys have had, and always will have for each other. The three teen idols were rutting each other like beasts - high on testosterone, dripping with sweat, their mighty cocks leaking boy-honey inside their friends' heated bodies. Harry's curly mane was glued to his skin, all sweaty and dirty, his slim chest heaving, and his pink nipples erect and oh-so-suckable. Zayn's hairdo was perfect as always, but his mouth was unnaturally outstretched to welcome his bandmate's engorged, pulsating cock into his larynx. Louis, Harry's boyfriend, was clearly getting off on watching his lover skull-fuck the handsome boy, kneeling on all fours between them. He lowered his body a little and switched into a doggy position, spreading his lightly-haired, athletic legs and waggling his smooth, appetizing ass in sync with the wild thrusts of Harry's young loins.
Imagine all the wild parties those boys must've had, joined by the remaining two members - Niall and Liam, plus fuck knows how many sexy teen and preteen boy groupies and the band's tough bodybuilder bodyguards, after each show, all around the world. The amounts of fresh boy cum digested, or sprayed across entangled, naked bodies, then hosed down with hot piss... a sea of expensive booze and piles of only the best and purest drugs...
His kiddie jammies were soaked - his cock was dripping so profusely. He moved to yet another window, and after a second of staring into the opening between the room's curtains, he spotted a group of people on the bed. Even though he couldn't see his face at first, he knew who it was, lying in the center, surrounded by two others. Tom Daley, the 20yo Olympic medal-winning star diver, a gay heartthrob and boyfriend to a much older Hollywood mogul, spread on Union Jack sheets, dressed just in his world-famous, ULTRA skimpy speedos. He immediately recognized Tom's body - having jerked off to pics and mental images of it hundreds of times (his favorites included the ones where Tom was 13-14 years old), especially the baby-faced athlete's long, powerful, immaculately muscled and bulging, hairy legs.
Around Tom, wearing loose racer back stringer tank tops, one pink and one black, flowered hipster fullcaps and white socks, were Jack and Finn Harries, the cute-as-fuck teenage twin YouTube sensations from the UK. Bare-assed and kneeling on both sides of the handsome diver, the Brit siblings were pushing their fat, identical 8" cocks into Tom's mouth, while sensuously kissing each other high above his head. Right next to the hot threesome, on the same king sized bed, Jack Laugher, another wet dream from #teamGB and a good buddy of Tom's, was crouching buck naked over yet one more dude - judging from the scar on his abdomen - Chris Mears, thus completing the notorious trio of the studly water athletes, lusted for by their young fans everywhere.
Jack had his melon-shaped, pale glutes resting neatly on Chris' face, the boy's nose and tongue squeezed between those hard globes and stuck inside that moist, sweaty, musky crack, giving Chris access to Jack's sweet, pink, puckered boy-pussy, the most delectable and luscious part of the male physique. He was lapping at the asshole offered to him with feverish, sloppy gusto, as if he was literally having his last meal on Earth. Chris' 8.5" hard-as-steel pole, rising from a buzzed down real close patch of pubes, was being stroked and fondled energetically by Jack, who was also playing with his friend's smooth-shaven ballsack, teasing the dickhead, scooping the crystal-clear pre-cum with his fingers, only to bring them to his thirsty lips and greedily lick that sweet honey off, relishing in its elegant flavor.
Tom's dick, on the other hand, clad in the fabric of his small, cut-out speedos, was spurting copious amounts of his own pre-cum, as the Harries twins reached under the thin cloth beneath the gay diver's perineum and each stuck a finger deep inside Daley's not-so-virgin cunthole. They massaged the athlete's damp, velvety insides, teasing his G-spot and causing his whole rippled body to convulse in spasms of intimate pleasure. Both brothers, each one boyishly handsome and cute as a button - with their mighty dicks stuffing Tom's mouth and their smooth balls churning delicious, creamy loads - were not only fingering their famous friend's pussy, but were also using their bony digits to scoop considerable quantities of delightful looking jizz out of it.Next, all slimy and dripping, they were bringing them to each other's mouths, feeding one another in a beautiful act of genuine brotherly love. The nectarous gloop coming from in-between Tom's firm ass globes must've tasted like the most exceptional of all delicacies, as the twins were purring in bliss, swallowing the residue of what looked like, no doubt, multiple fucks. There is no more appropriate vessel to serve cum than the muscular ass of a young hottie.
He was moving from window to window, spying on the debauched action in each of the subsequent rooms with voyeuristic pleasure. The boys and men fucking, sucking, licking and kissing, all lost in the hot frenzy of surrendering to their wildest homoerotic desires, were not only teen idols and movie stars, but also his favorite soccer players, porn actors, a wide range of all the scrumptious hotties he'd ever fantasized about. Ergo, he saw Cristiano Ronaldo and Álvaro Morata in a foursome with Justin Bieber and Roma Acorn. The two athletes still had parts of their soccer uniforms on them. James Rodríguez was being fucked by Kris Evans of BelAmi, while sucking on the dicks of both Marc Bartra and Marlon Teixeira. Liam Riley, the sweet twink bottom once in Helix and now putting it out for CockyBoys, double-dicked by models Bryant Wood and Roman Dawidoff, had two more cocks (both nigga!) being forcefully pushed inside his mouth, one belonging to Richard Sherman (American football player), the other to HotRod, the enticingly handsome gay porn superstar. Eden Hazard, bare-chested, but dressed in his Chelsea soccer shorts, and Brent Everett, wearing a white 2(x)ist jockstrap and blue shin guards, were both spraying them all with their piss. Models Carlinhos Freire and Pablo Morais had their muscular asses eaten alternately by Baptiste Giabiconi and Troye Sivan. Dominic Santos (of Randy Blue) was instructing a few year old kid how to selfsuck. Armond Rizzo, DeAngelo Jackson, Sean Xavier and Ricky Roman, in the midst of a group fuck with Carlos Vela, Austin Mahone, Jake T. Austin and Daniel Skye, were being filmed by a naked Colton Haynes, with his dick clumsily sucked by a three-year-old Asian boy. Andy Taylor (of Helix Studios) had Thomas Brodie-Sangster and the hunky Henry Cavill, apparently both high as fuck, pushing multiple vibrating eggs, one after another, into his boy-cunt. And that wasn't even the half of it...
Finally, he reached the end of the dark corridor. There he saw a spacious room lit by spotlight lamps, empty except for a small bed covered with pink sheets belonging to a toddler boy, surrounded by movie cameras on tripods. There he saw himself, Alexander Sedgwick, back when he was maybe two, a beautiful and smiling blonde baby, resting naked on the smooth, muscular chest of his then 20-year-old dad - Judson. His father was a football player in high school, the star quarterback of their team. Sandy loved seeing his daddy naked, for as long as he could remember. The man never made any unnecessary fuss over nudity among other males, including his sons and other relatives - the effect of spending more than half his life as an athlete. On countless occasions little Sandy could marvel at that big, flaccid dick, swinging between Jud's manly thighs, after his parent exited the shower, or hopped out of their garden hot tub. On those days when Mum wasn't there, they would strip entirely and walk around the house nude, sweating in that sizzling California heat, a young father and his two gorgeous sons, all three proud of their perfect bodies. Now, with excitement growing rapidly in his 12-year-old loins, Sandy stared as his dad began caressing the body of his former self, when he was just over two years old. It was the stuff his deepest fantasies used to be made of - his father seeing Sandy not only as a son, but also an object of sexual desire, a lover...
Jud held two-year-old Sandy's miniature hand and slowly guided it to his moist, adult cock. It was a fat, almost 9" long fucker, with strings of clear honey pouring out of its piss slit. A two-year-old couldn't even grasp his hand around it. Jud started saying his son's name, over and over again: "Sandy... Sandy... Sandy..." Then, the 12-year-old suddenly saw the doorplates again, the ones on the motel doors, which he couldn't read before. At last, he was able to see the name inscribed on them clearly: Alexander Sedgwick! A voice kept calling him, repeating his name. The room and the dark corridor began to turn into a blur... A sudden light...
"SANDY!" Bryan once again tried to wake the sleeping 12-year-old boy up, holding onto and shaking his limp arm.
"What the fff...!"
"Wake up already! You been asleep for over twelve hours! It's Saturday!"
"Huh...?" Sandy looked around, still not certain where he was and what happened to his naked father.
"You fell asleep after playing with Connor and three of the boys. Con carried you to a bed. And you promised to fuck me today, Sandy! You promised!" Bry whined with a pleading look in his baby eyes.
They were in one of the Apartment's two guest-rooms; it was more or less noon. It was a small room with two windows, a single bed and some basic furniture: bean bag chairs and two tables. The ceiling above the bed was covered with a giant mirror. The walls, painted bright red, were decorated with yet more posters from child porn movies, all secured inside clip frames. The titles included: "Sperm Cocktail 69", "Preschool Buddies", "Memories of San Fernando", "Brothers for Life", "After Class Cruising", "Sandy Beach, Part 3" and more.
For a minute, Sandy stared dumbly at the paper image of himself: his body tanned, wearing a white men's g-string swimsuit, lying on a yellow waterbed, while a handsome Thai guy in his mid-20s was spraying the boy's slim back with his cum, and smearing it all over his body like suntan oil. It was a part of Sandy's most successful series, each movie shot on the beaches of a different country: South Africa, Greece, Thailand, Dominican Republic, Jamaica, the Seychelles, Hawaii and Spain's Majorca. The shoots included a cast of local men, and took place while Sandy's parents were gone and usually had to last only a few days each. Plans were being made for a part 9 in the franchise, with Sandy getting plowed on the beaches of Hainan, China. The Organization was in the process of establishing long-term business ties with corrupt Chinese communist dignitaries, providing for their perverted needs in exchange for exporting thousands of young boys out of the authoritarian state, straight into the pedophile undergrounds of Europe and North America.
Finally, the blonde tween snapped out of it and returned to reality. His bedsheet was damp, same as the comforter his body was covered with. He stank of sweat and cum. After scrambling from underneath the soggy layers of material, he hopped onto the lush carpet and stood in front of Bryan. He could remember his erotic dream very clearly - the images produced by his lewd and twisted mind, a mixture of the 12-year-old's fantasies and desires, with all the men he had ever lusted after. He was so horny he could probably bust a nut without even touching his cock.
"Fuck, Bry. My dick is so fuckin' hard... wanna greet me in a proper way...?" Sandy grabbed his 4.7" shaft and pointed its exposed, purple head at the nine-year-old, smiling wickedly, getting off on his own stench.
Bryan was in a white "Fuck me, it's my birthday" tee, turquoise "Oscar de la Renta" twill shorts and a pair of 80s vintage white Adidas sneakers. The preteen boy licked his lips and grinned at his older friend, then dropped to his knees right away, not even bothering to strip.
The skinny nine-year-old boy was starving for dick.
Broken in at the tender age of four, his short life had been a constant whirl of perverted debauchery, to which he became subjected to at the hands of some very imaginative, adult men. Bryan was taken away from his family because of the tyke's phenomenal beauty and sexy boyish features. His parents were poor, so the authorities did not give a fuck about the kidnapping. The Organization thought that he'd do a lot better becoming a model and a movie actor, instead of just starting school and leading the ordinary life of a typical preteen boy. His prepping period lasted for nearly a year - even though he took to sex almost immediately, like every normal boy does, it was not enough to just let him get fucked on camera - besides, due to his young age, he wasn't able to take really big cocks yet anyway. Bryan was put through not only physical training, but above all it was determined crucial to totally corrupt his young mind and turn him into not only a slutty pussyboy and cock connoisseur, but also a vile boy-fucker with insatiable taste for kiddies even younger than himself - infants, toddlers and young preschoolers.
Porn involving babies is a rapidly growing market, with hundreds of thousands of paying customers around the globe, a lot of them prominent celebrities and athletes, all demanding quality product. The Organization's subsidiary studios in Central Europe were among the pioneer movie companies in that genre, but where there's demand, there is supply. Soon, cameras started rolling on American sets too, with the movies having much bigger budgets and higher production values.It's best to fuck a kid who is only a couple of months old with a smaller dick, so adult cunt-fuckers were usually out of the question. Although tempted, the producers did decide not to see if it's possible for a 20-year-old dude to shove his 9" slab of fuck-meat into the cunt of a boy whose body isn't even twice that length.
More than often, preteens and young teenagers were employed to do the ass fucking scenes, with older guys playing other parts, depending on the script. By the time of his first movie, little Bryan's mind was nothing but a sloshy, cum-drenched pulp of vulgar ideas and images. After being constantly exposed to multiple forms of pornography, kept around dozens of naked men and boys fucking all day long, fed fresh cum and Viagra and regularly having his lithe body played with, fondled, teased, licked, sucked and fucked, Bryan became an insatiable elementary school-aged sex-junkie, trained in extreme kiddie sex. The cute kid had fat, leaking cocks shoved both down his gullet and up his colon, but his ultimate thrill was to molest those adorable baby boys. His antics quickly became notorious; DVDs were being sold in heaps. Guys at gyms, in locker rooms, schools, offices, at Sunday dinner tables began talking in excited voices about this hot kid who enjoys ferociously fucking 1-3 year olds. Bryan became an A-list performer before he turned seven, and his popularity grew as he got older, his still-preteen body getting more developed. He'd met Sandy over a year prior on a movie set and soon after developed a crush on the gorgeous blonde boy.
Bryan did not waste any time and immediately engulfed Sandy's throbbing penis with his small lips. The older boy, with a satisfied and lust-filled look in his eyes, watched as the 4.7" shaft of his dick disappeared in the nine-year-old's warm, moist mouth with complete ease, filling Bryan's oral cavity and sliding into his larynx, forcing out streams of spit, which started to leak from the corners of his mouth, down his neck and Sandy's smooth balls. Loud slurps and gurgles filled the room. After a moment of adjusting, the young boy initiated a ravenous attack of a cock-starved cum addict on Sandy's hard cock, deepthroating it in the manner of an expert cocksucker, without a trace of gagging. Spit was dripping from his chin; his big brown eyes focused lovingly and intently on Sandy's handsome face. He was desperate to please this slightly older boy he was so infatuated with, using the way he was taught to best express love for a boy – going down on his dick. He remembered his teachers explaining it to him and to the other boys in his class that it's normal and acceptable for little boys in kindergarten and elementary school to experience their first crushes on other boys, and that sucking each others' cocks is a cute and adorable manner of showing those innocent feelings.
Licking other boys' assholes, shoving tongues inside their pussies, munching on those moist, smooth boy-cunts is yet another, beautiful way. Young boys often do this on all fours, just like dogs – hence the term "puppy love". Bryan was hoping Sandy would allow him to eat his butt. The nine-year-old boy was too shy to admit his feelings for his older friend, so he was more than eager to excel at pleasuring the blonde tween's body. Maybe, just maybe, if he was good enough, Sandy might tell him they could be boyfriends? Bryan's little heart was beating faster each time he had that thought. Sandy is so smart and caring and beautiful and, well, perfect – he would make for an ideal boyfriend. They could make a lot of money doing films together, then move to their own big mansion and love each other forever. While having those thoughts, Bryan was sucking Sandy's rigid cock even deeper inside his throat, sloshing and slurping audibly, pulling off the shaft to cover it with kisses and lick it sensuously, giving the same treatment to the 12-year-old's heavy ballsack. His hands wandered across Sandy's muscular thighs and down his sexy calves, his fingers were tracing patterns across the boy's firm ass and the light curves of his abs. The brown-haired nine-year-old cutie wished he could engulf both Sandy's cock and balls into his willing mouth, same way he often did with those lil' babies.
"Aw, fuck… Bry, you sure know how to give a guy a good time with your mouth, you fuckin' slut…"
Just then, Sandy suddenly felt how badly he needed to piss. Even with the hard-on, the urge to relieve himself was growing rapidly – his bladder was bursting. Sandy looked at Bry's pretty face, his gorgeous, loving eyes, his smooth, delicate, unblemished skin, and his perfect faux hawk hairdo. The young boy was so focused on pleasing him… He waited until his cock was buried deep inside Bry's throat, and at the right moment he let loose a gushing torrent of hot piss. Bryan froze completely for a second, but then immediately started violently choking and coughing. He tried to spit Sandy's cock out of his mouth, but his head was held firmly in place by the boy pissing inside him. Bryan's eyes reddened and tears poured down his livid cheeks, piss was squirting out of his nostrils. He looked up at Sandy pleadingly, but the only thing he saw in his eyes was animalistic lust.
It took the kid a while, during which he began to feel nauseous, to get used to the flood of piss. As he stopped fidgeting, Sandy loosened his grip on the younger boy's head and backed his dick a little, so Bryan could begin to swallow his piss, instead of drowning on it. The boy was breathing rapidly, his eyes bloodshot and his face pale white. The warm stream of Sandy's potent piss was filling his belly and he thought that it was actually hot as fuck. He started moaning, his right hand a blur around his own 3.8" cock, stroking it rapidly. As the stream began to slowly subside, Sandy pulled out, so he could splash some of it on Bryan's face and body. The 12-year-old's yellow piss splattered across Bry's nose and cheeks, soaked and matted his brown hair, and turned his clothes completely soggy. The kid was sitting there in the middle of a puddle, drenched and dripping, watching as Sandy's cock released its last drops onto the carpet and finally stopped urinating. He gave Sandy a wide, shit-eating smile.
"Gosh, that was intense! Never had something like that done to me…" Bryan piped in his girlish, but now somewhat rasping voice. He pulled off his wet tee and wrung out the yellowish liquid into his wide opened mouth. He also took off his "scar de la Renta shorts, underneath which the preteen boy had a red Andrew Christian Almost Naked Pride Y-back jock-thong. Sandy prevented him from stripping completely naked, as the sexy undies, along with the white sneakers, looked very hot on the slutty nine-year-old.
"Get out of here! You're tellin' me no guy ever pissed in your mouth? What are you, three?" laughed Sandy. He was standing naked and fondling his still rock hard, throbbing cock. Some pre-cum appeared at the tip, but the boy quickly gathered it all with his finger and licked the glistening honey off.
"Well, they make me lap up piss from a doggie bowl. Cum, most of the times, but sometimes piss too. But I have to walk around on my hands and knees first and do other silly stuff. And they often piss all over me, of course. I even made a movie like that!" the boy beamed in pride.
"If you want I can talk to the guys and you'll have a scene like that, where a dude pisses down your gullet, in one of your future flicks… Somehow I know your fans will love it," the blonde boy grinned wickedly.
Bryan lit up even more. "Gee, that would be so cool! And I love my fans! They keep messaging me and liking my pics everywhere, on Twitter, and on Instagram! Even the not-naughty ones! And they keep askin' me about everything, where do I live and…"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure they are. But there's this big fat cock o' mine here, waiting for you to finish sucking him. And he's gettin' impatient," Sandy pointed his hard shaft at the little boy.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Sandy. And sorry, Mr. Cock!" Bryan chirped, already dropping to his knees in front of the 12-year-old. There was a heady, manly smell emanating from Sandy's hairless crotch. The 4.7" penis, beautiful and tasty-looking, was leering with its one eye at the innocent face in front of it, leaking pearly slime and trembling in anticipation. Bryan didn't take it inside his mouth at once, but began teasing and worshipping the meaty shaft and tightened balls with his nimble tongue, covering them with spit. He grabbed the 12-year-old's dick and rubbed his face with its wet tip, and then smeared the pre-cum all over his cheeks, nose and forehead, cooing while he was at it.
"I love your willy so much, Sandy," he said softly.
Then, after another round of kisses and sensuous licks, the nine-year-old boy put the hard member between his sexy lips.
"Fuck yeah, Bry… Show me how you really love my fuckin' dick. Work it, baby…"
Bryan returned to doing an expert cocksucking job on Sandy, interrupted earlier by the cascade of hot piss unleashed into his tummy. Having sucked thousands of cocks during his short life, the sweet boy-whore knew what he was doing. He loved that Sandy was uncut, because he could nibble on that fleshy hood, push his little tongue underneath it, chew and stretch the foreskin with his teeth.Sandy was moaning and gasping each time Bry roamed across his sensitive corona, teasing the dripping cockhead with his wet tongue. The boy had no problem with filling his throat with the jutting shaft, burying his nose in his crush's hairless pubic area. His fingers played with Sandy's nutsac, all wet with spit dripping from the nine-year-old cocksucker's lips. The boy was slurping sexily, his whole face begrimed with slime, his hair a mess from the piss. He alternated between pleasuring the stiff cock, and licking and sucking on those smooth, beautiful balls, lapping at Sandy's boyish scrotum, and then shoving his tongue beneath it, where it was hot, damp and musky. The 12-year-old was going crazy with lust, as the preteen cutie licked, sucked, slurped and kissed with outrageous relish, unleashing his cock-connoisseur techniques on his beloved boy.
Bryan spat the fat prick out and began feverishly licking Sandy's luscious thighs and his tight washboard. He jacked the meaty tube a little with his small palm, squeezing copious amounts of appetizing pre-cum through the open piss slit, with no effort whatsoever. He made an obscene show of slurping it out from between the foreskin and then swallowing it down, delighting himself in its savory flavor. The boy absolutely loved making those long ropes of saliva and pre-cum, extending from the throbbing cockhead to his whorish lips. After making one he would slurp it in loudly, then swallow the slimy mixture and quickly get back to sucking and licking the 12yo boy's penis again. Bry's pistoning head halted every few minutes each time he sensed that Sandy was close to cumming. He was driving the blonde tween mad with overwhelming arousal and desire. Sandy's fit, athletic body was covered in a shiny layer of sweat, his young muscles glistening in the light coming through the room's window.
"FUUUCKIN' BITCH!!!" Sandy's scream tore through the stench of sex that was surrounding the two kids. He grabbed Bry's skinny 4'1" frame and threw the nine-year-old boy roughly onto the bed. Bryan was going to get that fuck he so desperately wanted the day before at last. Sandy flipped the prepubescent boy onto his back and lifted his thin, hairless legs high in the air. The slut still had his Andrew Christian jock-thong on - a pair of bright yellow straps was enlacing the small, but firm and well-developed ass globes, while a Y-shaped string of purple cloth was embedded deep between those two smooth, succulent cheeks, running through the moist, musky crack. The 12-year-old licked two of his fingers and pushed them forcibly inside Bryan's pussy, making sure the kid was loose enough. Bry screamed, but not very loud. Sandy spat a few times on the young boy's asshole, the wrinkled rosebud looking magnificent between the little slut's small, round globes. The boy-hole in front of him was a puckered beauty, perfect in its young, preteen form. It was breathing, leering enticingly, inviting anyone willing inside its heavenly moistness. Above it - a luscious little sac and a 3.8" nail, concealed by the skimpy, almost non-existent underwear, both just asking to be worshipped. A dude could spend his whole day with his face between those two tanned, coltish legs, munching and slurping and snorting, making the cum slut squeal in ecstasy like a baby. Sandy ripped the Andrew Christian undies off, revealing the juicy preteen cock and the small, hairless nutsac.
"So, you want my dick, huh? You want me to stuff your slutty ass with my fuckin' dick? You want to get fucked nice and good?!"
"Yeah..."
"Say it, bitch! Say it out loud like a man: FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKIN' DICK!"
"Fff...uck my slutty ass with your fuckin' dick!"
"LOUDER, BITCH BOY!"
"FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKIN' DICK, SANDY!!!" Bryan yelled in his unbroken voice, staring directly into Sandy's eyes, turning on the tween even more because of finally using some sexy swearwords.
"FUCK YEAH," the 12-year-old boy growled. He noticed that there was some stuff lying on the nightstand, right next to the bed - someone's Patek Philippe watch, a few cum-stained Franklin bills, a used bottle of Nair Men Hair Remover body cream, a meth pipe, and a small, ornate box made of red sandalwood. Sandy reached for the container, only to discover that it was full of little meth crystals. Out of curiosity, he also opened the locker in the nightstand - inside he found a black Mystim E-Stim vibrator, a half-empty bottle of Macallan whiskey with a worn Nasty Pig jockstrap hanging on its neck, three dirty lowball glasses, Jungle Juice and Locker Room poppers, plus maybe fifteen knots of $50 bills. The other shelf had a stack of old L'Officiel Hommes and L'Uomo Vogue magazines, a paperback copy of "Wind and Wuthering", and Marlboro's. Sandy took a big swig out of the whiskey bottle and grabbed the poppers and two meth crystals out of the expensive box, then again positioned himself between Bry's lithe legs. He was leaking so badly, his luscious cock was leaving a trail of slimy pre-cum everywhere he went.
"Just look what I got for you, bitch boy, some of your favourite candy!" Sandy showed the drugs to the nine-year-old boy, grinning like crazy, then wasted no time and pushed the crystal clear shreds into his damp, winking pussy, one after another. The meth started dissolving almost immediately in the preteen's rectum, providing a so much stronger kick than if it was smoked. The burning, stinging feeling was close to unbearable at first. Bryan was squirming and wriggling, lying on the filthy sheets. Sandy unscrewed the poppers and gave the boy a couple of hits, took a few himself, then rubbed his cockhead against Bry's puckered cunt, spreading the honey-like goo all over the boy-twat. Amped as fuck, he was so ready to plow this hungry little hole, circling around it with his majestic thickness, teasing the entrance with his tool, watching intently as the anus-administered drugs were rocking the innocent looking preteen sky-high into fuckin' gay-boy junkie heaven. Their senses sharpened, every touch of their bodies on one another feeling like an electric shock, those two young boys were truly ready for some serious love-making.
"Fuck yeah!" gasped Bryan in a hoarse voice, his head buzzing, high on poppers and one of his favourite treats - crystal meth, as he felt Sandy's 4.7" dick pushing at his boy-cunt. There was a thin but steady stream of the nine-year-old's ass juices flowing from his pulsating hole. An aura of musky, heady, potent smell - arousing as fuck - was surrounding the two wretched, sex-crazed rascals, driving them insane with animalistic, drug-fuelled lust. Sandy's oozing cockhead popped through the loose sphincter and entered that moist, hot, velvety tunnel, his chiselled ass muscles tight as he slowly pushed further inside the preteen fuck-cavern. His hands were all over Bry's amazingly sexy, boyish body, gorgeously tanned and fat-free, with the nine-year-old's small muscles bulging and straining under the thin layer of skin. His nipples were perfect for tweaking - small, pink, but pointy. Not a single hair, neither on his legs, nor under his arms, on his balls or above his baby cock.
"Fuck!" and "fuck yeah!" were the only words the two young boys were able to speak. They were both lost in each other's beauty, staring into each other's eyes, marvelling at the fuckin' out-of-this-world sexiness of the moment. Bry's boy-pussy was insatiably hungry for Sandy's succulent meat, sucking the invading schlong by itself deeper into the brunette cutie's damp insides. It took Sandy no time at all to bottom out on his preteen lover, as he suddenly hit the boy's ass with his jostling, sweat-dripping nutsac, filling Bry's hole with his luscious fuck-stick.
It was so natural, so right, for two young boys, one 12 and the other only nine years old, to lose themselves in such a youthful, fun celebration of masculinity and passionate boy-love. Sandy suddenly thought that he wished his dad could see him right there and then - wouldn't it be fuckin' awesome, to indulge themselves together with those raw, manly desires, to celebrate the fuckin' perfect beauty of the male body and everything that it can offer to another man, joined as father and son, lick and suck and rim and fuck in unison, sharing the bodies of countless boys, and drink at the fountain of their cumming dicks? And his seven-year-old brother, Danny... fuuuck! He was even more fuckin' desperate to violate that fuckin' little cocktease, than to get it on with his old man. No more of that "I'll suck your cock and that's it" bullshit from that sneaky lil' fucker. He was ripe for picking, and it was long overdue. He should've been ravaging that baby-cunt of Danny's for years now. "Just wait, you pain-in-the-ass fuck, till I see you again, wriggling that pert lil' ass of yours at me, or the next time I find you and your friends swigging beer and jerkin' off your baby dicks together!"
"Awww, Jeeesus fuuuck!" growled Sandy, deranged with lust, his mind overflowing with the most obscene and taboo of thoughts, as he began to piston-fuck Bry's firm butt, pulling in and out in a light-speed rhythm.He was getting desperate for release - he needed to flood this fucking kid's bowels with his jizz, breed his insides, so much that cum would start firing out of Bry's ears and nostrils. He was picturing the nine-year-old, along with his little bro Danny, both in a pool of his hot, stodgy sperm, watching them drowning on his manly spooge, waves of whitish, slimy cum splashing against their small bodies and covering them whole, flowing into their screaming mouths, cum sticking to everything around - cum, the nectar of the gods, splattered just everywhere!
He was working his strong hips like a fuck-machine, impaling Bry on his about-to-burst fuck-stick, saliva dripping from his half-opened mouth, grunting and moaning like an animal in heat. The damp insides of Bry's body were bringing him to the very heights of sexual bliss. 'No other feeling like fucking a preteen kid', they say. This was pure sex at its finest, ultimate level - dudes were made to fuck other dudes, and they should be beginning as early in their lives as possible, to savor each other's fucking bodies at different stages of their development.
Why the long, fat, luscious cocks, why the hefty nutsacs, why the perfectly modeled legs, washboard abs, six-packs, marble asses, glorious cunt-holes, broad pecs, nipples, powerful arms and necks, what were god-like handsomeness for, the delicious cum, all the maddeningly arousing clothes and underwear, fucking jockstraps, thongs, and everything that's connected to men, the smells, the charm, the attitude, if not for other men to enjoy them? There was no other answer - men (and boys) are for men. Fuck the stupid, nagging twats; they should be grateful for the precious jizz spilled inside them to make more little boys to fuck - some horny dude would be happy to chug it down instead. Dumb twats should be making sandwiches for the rest of their worthless lives, in return for all that delicious man-essence they're getting inside their icky bodies.
There was no use denying it - Sandy was about to cum. The tingling feeling behind his tightening ballsack was getting stronger, as the 12-year-old boy rammed and rammed his rigid dick between Bry's pale ass globes.
Bryan himself was in a state of delirium, having dry-cummed five or six times already, his eyes rolled back in his head, tongue out, a numb, sweat-soaked mess. It felt like the cock inside his guts was drilling a new tunnel somewhere below his tummy, tearing through his internal organs, guiding him to the heights of bodily pleasure. Sandy's dick was only 4.7", but the young cocksman sure could fucking fuck!
Then, the inevitable started - Sandy bellowed in an orgasmic frenzy, his handsome face screwed up as his 12-year-old body convulsed in the feverish throws of slut-boy ecstasy. His tween dick, buried deep in Bry's boy-cunt, began to fire ropes of fresh spooge that plastered the nine-year-old's guts with its creamy goodness. He shot nine times, filling nine-year-old Bry's ass up with the greatest gift a man can offer. He was fucking spent.
Both preteen boys were panting like they'd just run a marathon, but they also had satisfied smiles of utter post-orgasmic joy on their young, sweat-drenched faces. Sandy, his cock still in Bry's busted cunt, began to delicately lick and kiss the younger boy's filthy body, tracing patterns along the curves of his delicate chest muscles, slowly moving up to Bry's hungry and anxious mouth. Joined as they were, Sandy's tween dick still gripped by Bry's tight hole, they locked lips on each other, kissing long and passionately.
The blonde angel, having just bespattered Bryan's insides with his boy-essence, began to slowly pull his softening dick out of the prepubescent cunt-hole, careful not to let any of the precious gloop drip outside. Bry was motionless, he too worried about wasting any of that yummy nectar stored in his asshole. His mouth was watering though, as he just couldn't wait to once again sample Sandy's excellent ball-juice.
Once the 12-year-old had his slimy dick outside, he secured the younger boy in a position with his ass upwards, his back propped up by his arms. The naked tween boy jumped towards the locker to grab two of the whiskey glasses. Once he had them, he slowly lowered Bry's lithe body, still containing their well-deserved refreshment. The nine-year-old child's ass-lips were pried open, puffy and a bit reddened. Inside, they stored a healthy load of Sandy's preteen ejaculate, after the young stud had deposited spurt after spurt of that tasty boy-milk into the little slut. Sandy poured them both a drink, filling the two glasses with his own cum and Bry's ass juices, straight from the tap... well, almost.
"Push out, Bry. Let it all out," he instructed the boy, as a string of slimy gloop was flowing from the kid's well-fucked asshole. Once they had it all out, the two spent kids clinked their glasses, grinning at each other with satisfied looks on their youthful faces, and then gulped their drinks down.
"I love you, Sandy...", whispered Bryan, staring into the older boy's eyes. Or did he? No, it was just a thought in his head; his imagination was running wild because of the romantic moment... "Thank Jesus I didn't say it out loud," he thought, sipping the last drops of Sandy's sperm cocktail.
After Sandy took a shower and got dressed, Connor fixed both him, Bryan, and a few of the other boys some grub. Sandy had another of his tight-fitting One Direction tees on - a few of them lying around at the Apartment, along with some of his other duds, exactly for times like this. The low-rising skinny jeans and Converse shoes he came in with completed his attire. Underneath the trousers, the boy's hefty package was packed in a black Baskit Energy jock. Bry did not bathe, he was still prancing around just in his white Adidas sneakers, butt-naked, his 4'1", 57 lbs body covered in dried-up piss, cum, sweat and spit.
Sharing their meal with two other boys, 16-year-old Ryan and 17-year-old Felipe, they all had some avocado and tomato guacamole, some pasta with smoked salmon, fruit salad with extra mango, and beer. As they were chatting with their mouths full of food, Felipe couldn't take his eyes off the naked Bryan, staring hungrily at the slutty preteen kid, openly stroking his 7.5" Latino dick at the kitchen table, after pulling it out of his Givenchy cotton-jersey shorts. Sandy managed to finger some more of his cum out of Bry's ass, but not a lot. He poured it all into the guacamole.
After the meal, as Felipe was stuffing Bry's mouth with his leaking, meaty tube of a cock, serving him yet another course, Sandy finally remembered to check his iPhone: five unanswered calls from his mother, three from Noel, one each from Hunter, Noel's husband, and Josh, the jock frat stud. Fuck!
"Oooh, fuck...", sighed the boy, as he decided to choose Josh's recorded voicemail to listen to as the first one. Upon hearing the handsome 18-year-old soccer stud's cocky voice, he immediately got a raging hard-on.
"Hey, you slut! Me and the boys over here just wanted to check if you're okay. That was some sweet fucking A party we had over here, huh? Bet you still don't remember much from it, hahah... I'll send ya the videos from it in the evening, ok? Oh, and Kev found your coat and tee, little dawg, so you can come over anytime you want and take 'em. Still no sight of your undies, though... Well, we'll be waiting for ya, we even have a surprise for ya, so come visit your new buddies soon, dawg... Oh yeah, yeah... Justin tells me he wants to double dick you with his brother... and... what? Taylor wants to introduce you to his swim team... All right, you dirty fuckers, shut the fuck up already. Perverts. I mean, like, for real..." | 3 |
108,201 | Incarceration Ch.17 | Helen had left Zoe and Claire to lie on the floor for another hour, while she busied herself with whatever it was she did on her computer. Zoe had lain on her front for most of the time, trying to find a position that put as little pressure as possible on the end of the butt plug. Claire had lain on her side with her eyes closed, breathing steadily. She looked tired.
An electronic sound came from Helen's computer. Apparently, it signified that it was time for something else, as she set it aside and knelt down next to the girls. She gave Claire's nipple a hard squeeze, and her eyes snapped open as she gave a pained, muffled cry. Her breasts had turned a noticeable shade darker from the last hour's restriction. Then Helen put her knee on the small of Zoe's back, holding her down to the floor. She reached between her legs and unfastened the crotch-strap of her strait jacket.
"Can't have it inside you forever, I suppose," she said.
The tension around Zoe's crotch slackened. She let out a relieved groan as Helen extracted the butt-plug from her. Zoe could feel her asshole tentatively closing shut, as if it wasn't quite sure whether it was allowed to. The soreness seemed to have spread from her anus all across her pelvis. Her joints ached. There was a tug, and Helen re-secured the restricting garment.
"This stays on for now, though," she explained. "We're not finished yet today."
Helen left to fetch an attendant and some equipment. On her return, it took a few minutes to change over Claire's restraints so that they matched Zoe's - a white canvas strait jacket, done up so that Claire's arms were crossed behind her back. Then, they were herded out of the room. Helen walked in front as they set off, facing back towards them.
"You get to meet one of the other girls today," she said. "Isn't that exciting?"
Zoe was not excited. Beside her, Claire looked like she might fall asleep on her feet. The attendant was having to guide her forward, with one hand gripping around the back of her neck.
"Hmph," said Helen. "I can't say much for your stamina if you're already tired out. Still, this session's mainly for the benefit of number 212."
A stairwell that Zoe hadn't seen before brought them to a new corridor, and a new set of rooms sealed away behind heavy-looking wooden doors. Every so often, one of the doors would have a frosted glass window. A pair of attendants emerged from one of these rooms, one of them adjusting the straps that held his mask in place, while the other thumbed a switch on his electric baton, giving an approving nod as a spark leaped between the prongs.
They were escorted into a cell a little smaller than the room all four of the girls shared. The walls and floor were covered with the familiar, soft padding material, but the space lacked the bathroom fixtures that were present in their own cell. That had never made sense to Zoe - what was the point in padding all the surfaces when there was a very hard, stainless steel toilet in one corner?
In the middle of the room, a girl was sitting in a metal chair. Her head was drooping forward, and a long strand of drool was hanging down from her mouth where a big, yellow ball gag was strapped firmly in place. She was blindfolded with a sleep mask. She had auburn hair, which had been tied up into pigtails, probably on Helen's whim.
Her ankles and thighs were tightly bound to the chair with thick leather straps, and she was held back with more of them looping under her armpits and over her shoulders. Her arms were bound up in a lighter version of Zoe's strait jacket: the sleeves were still there, but the front was open, leaving her breasts exposed. A single fabric strap led down between them, to where the garment terminated in a thick band around her midriff. Below that, she was nude, with a small, neat triangle of pubic hair on her crotch.
The seat of the chair, a single piece of slightly curved metal, was perforated with small holes. There was a plastic bucket beneath it.
"Long-term isolation always has logistical problems like this," Helen sighed. She slid the bucket out from beneath the chair, and there was a sloshing sound. She put it out of the way, in the corner.
"I suppose we could have catheterized her," Helen mused.
Zoe shivered.
The girl had raised her head now, and was looking around blindly.
"Anyway," said Helen, "this is number 212."
She pulled the blindfold from the girl's eyes. She squinted, gradually opening her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness. Even when she had fully recovered, her eyelids were still drooping a little. Helen removed the gag from the girl's mouth, and she allowed the rest of the saliva that had built up to drip onto the floor, before licking her lips. She closed her mouth, wincing with the discomfort.
"Did you enjoy your solitude, 212?" said Helen.
"Yes, mistress."
"212 is quite a lot further along in the conditioning program than you are," said Helen. "How long has it been?" she said, putting her hand on the back of the girl's own.
"I... I don't know, mistress."
"That's right," said Helen. "It gets hard to keep track of the time after a certain point, doesn't it?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Do you know how long it's been since your injections? Are your boobs sore?" At the second question, Helen cupped one of the girl's breasts in her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"No, mistress. They are sore, mistress."
Helen squeezed again, and the girl made a stifled "aah" sound, clenching her teeth.
"I think 314 and 271 here will be able to help."
"Thank you, mistress."
Helen and the attendant freed the girl from the myriad straps holding her to the chair. The attendant removed it to one side, while Helen helped 212 from her sitting position into a kneel, with her legs folded beneath her. She seemed to have trouble staying upright. Helen gave her a light slap across the face.
"You will remain kneeling," she said, "and you will remain awake. If you behave well for the rest of this session, I might even let you sleep in a bed tonight."
"Th... thank you, mistress."
212 made a visible effort to rouse herself, shaking her head and blinking hard. She knelt upright, head tilted back as she looked at nothing in particular on the ceiling.
Zoe was ungagged, and Claire, too, was freed of the wad of fabric in her mouth. After the sock had been removed, she spat a little, grimacing as she did so. Then both girls were firmly encouraged down onto the floor by the attendant, until they were kneeling in front of 212. Helen had sat down behind the girl, resting her chin on 212's shoulder while she reached around to massage her breasts.
"What do you think of 212's boobs, 314?" said Helen. "Aren't they nice?"
Claire did nothing for a few seconds, and then she shrugged.
"Come on, we're all girls here," said Helen. "You don't need to be embarrassed. They're a nice size, right? Generous, but not too large, wouldn't you say?"
Claire still didn't seem to be sure what kind of answer Helen was trying to coax from her. "I... I guess," she said.
"Have a feel," said Helen.
"But my arms are-"
"Use your mouth," she said. "The lips are some of the most sensitive parts of the human body, you know. You too," she said to Zoe.
Zoe shuffled a little closer to the girl, so that she wouldn't overbalance when she leaned forward. She brushed her lips against the top of the girl's breast, and then withdrew.
"Wonderful," she said, her voice flat.
The other side, Claire lingered a moment longer before removing her mouth from the girl's chest.
"Why don't you give them a little suck?" said Helen. The corners of her mouth were twitching, like she was trying to control the urge to grin. "Go on, do it."
Zoe rolled her eyes as she returned to kiss the girl's nipple, and this time she heard 212 let out a shivering sigh. Zoe squeaked as Helen pushed against the back of her head, forcing her to bury her face against the girl's tit.
"More effort!" she said.
It would be easier to comply, as always. Zoe was only thinking of the prospect that the whole encounter might end a little sooner, and then maybe she'd be allowed to rest. She pressed her lips around the girl's areola and sucked gently. Helen ordered her to be more attentive, and she bit down softly, rubbing her tongue against the girl's nipple.
Zoe jerked backwards as she felt a squirt of something warm enter her mouth. The taste was creamy and sweet, and she spluttered as she spat out a mouthful of milky liquid onto the floor. Claire had also encountered the same surprise. A trail of white dribble was running down her chin. Zoe looked at Helen in disbelief.
"How..."
"Good, isn't it?" said Helen. "It turns out that we can induce lactation in any girl with the right mixture of hormones. Actually, your work was instrumental in the final stages."
"But what... why? Why the hell would you do this?"Science isn't about 'why,'" said Helen, "it's about 'why not?' I think that was a quote from somewhere. I like it," she said. "It's in the spirit of what we do here."
She tweaked 212's nipple and brought forth another squirt of milk while the girl gave a shuddering sigh. She sounded relieved.
"Poor 212 hasn't been milked in three days," said Helen. "She must be aching to offload some of it. Won't you help her?"
"But..."
"I'm sure you could learn to like the taste," said Helen.
She fetched the bucket from where she had placed it in the room's corner. "Let me put it another way," she said. "Either you milk 212, or you'll be drinking the contents of this bucket through a funnel. I'll let you decide which one you'd rather do."
She swilled the bucket's contents around to illustrate her point. Zoe decided she'd rather be forced to drink something that was actually intended for consumption, and wearily returned her mouth to 212's nipple. With the first jets of milk having issued forth, it was now flowing more freely, and every time Zoe pursed her lips against the girl's breast, she received another quarter-mouthful of the lukewarm fluid. At first, she tried to spit it out, but the amount would have been too obvious. She grudgingly began to swallow.
Claire joined in alongside her. There were soft suckling noises as the pair of them attended to 212's long-overdue milking. She felt the girl's chest shiver once or twice as she groaned quietly. After a time, those tremors seemed to become more frequent, and Zoe saw that Helen's hand, covered in a white latex glove, was between the girl's legs now. Her fingers were spread over her pussy while one of them traced its way up and down, occasionally slipping inside her. 212's groans became less restrained. Helen's fingers were soon wet and glistening.
Zoe didn't know too much about the process of human milk formation. Was it like a reservoir that she and Claire would eventually deplete? What if she just carried on producing more of it? She figured that the faster she swallowed the stuff down, the sooner it would be over, and began to suck for longer each time, eventually finding that the milk came in regular pulses to which she could match the timing of her suckling. She wasn't enjoying the taste, but neither was it offensively bad. It just tasted unusual. The warmth was the most unpleasant aspect of it. She found herself thinking back to the cereal they had been brought, and how that milk had tasted weird as well.
Zoe had to pause at one point, stifling a belch. It was becoming more difficult to swallow any more of the sweet, creamy liquid. She looked up and saw that 212 seemed to have lost herself in the sensations of three other girls attending to her body: her eyes were closed, lip curled under her teeth as she let out quiet sighs. She actually seemed to be enjoying it. She shuffled her legs together and clenched her thighs around Helen's hand, which was still working at her cunt. Meanwhile, Claire was dutifully milking the girl's other breast, swallowing down mouthful after mouthful.
In time, 212's moans became uneasy, and more frustrated. To Zoe's relief, she found that less and less milk was emerging from the girl's teat. Surely they'd have to stop soon. Indeed, a couple of minutes later, Helen instructed them both to cease, and they withdrew to leave 212 in Helen's care, who put one arm across the girl's chest while she continued to finger her. 212's breasts had reddened slightly; her nipples were pert and sore-looking. She actually leaned back against Helen while the manual stimulation continued, and she climaxed after a few more minutes of Helen's skilful hand working at her pussy, writhing and letting out a deep sigh. A drowsy grin spread across her face.
"212's learned not to resist," said Helen. "See how much better it is for her? She even enjoys it. Perhaps you should learn from her example."
Claire looked over at Zoe uneasily. Zoe wondered whether the program of treatments would be the same for them, and whether she would find herself being made to lactate for Helen's amusement. Helen held 212 against her body for a little longer, tousling her hair around a gloved finger, and then let her lie back on the floor while she stood up and discarded her gloves.
"Well, we've done what you came here to do," said Helen. She instructed the attendant to take Claire away, and she led 212 from the room herself, after blindfolding her again. The girl seemed too compliant, Zoe thought. She was left alone for a while, and had another try at wriggling loose from her strait jacket. As she expected, nothing would even budge a little bit. Her shoulders were aching from being pulled back for so long.
Eventually, Helen returned.
"I'm not quite done with you yet, 271."
"What the hell?"
So far today, Zoe had endured an enema, a butt plug, and Helen's fingers up her ass, along with countless hours gagged and restrained in a strait jacket. She was feeling more than a little victimized.
"You let Claire go back!" she protested. "And the other two!"
"We can't finish now, though," said Helen. "Not with your butt hole all nicely prepared and ready for me. I've got a few more things planned for you next."
She glanced over her computer screen and frowned. "Although, luckily for you," she said, "there are some things I really should take care of first. So you'll get a brief respite."
Helen spoke to the attendant. "Watch over her here," she said. "Bring her to 3A in, oh, let's say an hour. Use any of the other restraint equipment if she gets unruly."
"Yes, Miss Stanford."
"I'll see you later," said Helen. She walked out, leaving Zoe sitting on the floor. The attendant stood by the door, with his arms folded.
Zoe would have liked to be able to hug her knees against her chest, but she was denied even that small comfort. She lay down on her side dejectedly. Her asshole was already tingling at the thought of what else Helen might decide to do to it. | 4 |
108,203 | Incarceration Ch.15 | Helen returned, after a disagreeably long and very uncomfortable wait. Zoe squinted as her blindfold was pulled away and got the first look at the horrible aftermath of their session. In a way, she wished she were still unable to see. Helen cut away the tape binding the girls together and unclipped the ring holding them face-to-face by their gags. They shuffled apart, and Zoe grimaced as she felt the material of her clothes clinging to her thighs. Emma's lips were drawn back from around her ball gag as she scowled.
Helen instructed them to strip, and the attendant stood by with a yellow plastic sack to collect their soiled garments. Emma's bandages were now in need of replacement, and she unwound them carefully, wincing at the pain from the cane-strokes which still showed as red lines on her skin.
After that, they spent a humiliating ten minutes being thoroughly hosed down. Helen had the girls clean each other with sponges and foaming disinfectant that smelled of hospitals. Once she deemed them to be sufficiently cleansed, she threw each of them a white towel, freshly-laundered and ever so slightly scratchy against their skin. They dried themselves off, and only after that did Helen permit them to remove their gags. Zoe stood with her eyes downcast, fists clenched into tight balls. Emma seemed moderately less fazed now. She was hugging her arms across her bare chest and looking around the room.
"Take the albino back," Helen ordered the attendant. Emma shot her a dirty look, as if being referred to by her condition was somehow worse than using the numbers. "And bring all of them to the next session in half an hour or so. You've got the equipment list."
The attendant nodded and escorted Emma from the room.
"I've got something else in mind for you, though, 271," said Helen.
"What!? Why me?" Zoe threw her hands out in an incredulous gesture.
Helen approached her, coming to stand uncomfortably close and putting a hand on Zoe's shoulder. "The very fact that you're asking explains why," she said. "I think you're still lagging behind the others a bit. Not quite as compliant... not yet. You should try and be more like 314."
Zoe made a half-hearted attempt at defiance.
"I won't," she said.
Helen grinned, and Zoe was reminded of a shark as she saw the girl's bared teeth.
"Wanna bet?" she said.
As much as Zoe begrudged being manhandled about the facility, she was glad to leave the memories of the morning's session behind in the tiled room. She was led off elsewhere, to a room where a pair of attendants laid her on her front upon a padded bench. They shackled her wrists to the bench's legs and gave her a pillow to support her head, turned to one side. With her arms dangling down, she was not so much lying on the bench as draped over it. They passed a wide fabric strap across the small of her back and beneath the bench, and secured it in place with a chunky plastic clip. She wriggled her butt and kicked out weakly with one leg. They were the only parts of her body she could still move.
The attendants soon remedied that. They held her ankles together beneath the bench and bound them with soft nylon rope. Her hips were twisted uncomfortably now. Her thighs were digging into the sides of the bench, and she shifted her knees forward to try and alleviate some of the strain. She realized that doing so made her spread her buttocks, and whimpered at the prospect of new torments being visited upon her beleaguered ass. It looked like that was going to be the case, as she felt Helen's palm resting against her buttock and then giving it a hard squeeze.
"It'd be a shame not to take advantage of your insides being so lovely and clean now," said Helen. She paced around to the side Zoe was facing and knelt down in front of her. She removed a pair of white latex gloves from the carton she was holding and took a long time wriggling her hands into each, pulling them tight and snapping them against her wrists. She produced a tube of lubricant and squeezed out a blob of the clear jelly onto her fingertips, rubbing them together until they were slick and shining. "Much more enjoyable playing with a nice, clean butt hole," she said.
Zoe strained her neck to look over her shoulder as Helen walked down the bench. She pulled one buttock aside, and then Zoe felt the slippery intrusion of Helen's finger sliding into her anus. It was joined by another, forcing her hole even wider. Helen wriggled her fingertips slowly, and Zoe groaned.
"My," said Helen. "Nice and tight, aren't we? I wonder if I can get another finger in?"
She tried to do so. Zoe's ass hole strained to its limit; it felt like a horrid, stinging ache as Helen eased the very tip of a third finger inside. Zoe was sure something was going to tear, and the thought of such harm had her shrieking in desperate protest.
"No! It- it's not going to fit, Helen! Stop!"
"Really?"
Zoe craned her neck to try and look behind her. Her eyes were watering. The pain from her abused ass hole was terrible and persistent.
"It hurts!"
"Tough," said Helen.
Zoe produced her loudest cry yet as the third finger brutally forced its way in. The chains manacling her wrists rattled as she thrashed her arms, and the wet patch on her pillow continued to spread from her tears. Helen let her fingers rest inside her awhile, and then withdrew them slowly. There was a rustling sound as she peeled her glove away and disposed of it in a waste bin, before donning a fresh pair. There came a sharp slapping sound, and a wave of pain a split-second later as Zoe felt the stinging mark of Helen's hand upon her buttock.
She spanked Zoe several more times while she sobbed and whimpered. Her ass was sore and prickling from the repeated impacts, and something about the succession of slaps raining down on her bare posterior was making her feel especially vulnerable. She buried her face in the pillow, which muffled her sobs as Helen amused herself for a few minutes more. She nodded in approval when she had finished.
"Your butt turns the loveliest shade of pink when it's being spanked," she said.
Zoe made a nondescript whine as she languished with her face in a damp patch of snot and tears.
"It's over now, though," said Helen. She hopped up to perch on the side of the bench, and Zoe felt the girl's hand on the top of her head, stroking her hair. "Just one thing left to take care of."
Zoe was freed from her bonds, and an attendant hoisted her upright and held her against him while Helen arranged some things on the bench. He turned Zoe around to see what had been prepared for her: a broad, blunt conical shape of black rubber with a flared base was sitting on the bench. At its widest, it must have been a couple of inches across. Its surface, like Helen's glove, was wet with lubricant.
"Oh no," she said, "No. Please. I can't-"
"Hush, 271."
"Anything else," said Zoe. "Just not my ass again. Please."
"Complaining, 271? You should know better by now."
Helen picked up a restraint from where she had laid it on the bench. Zoe recognised the familiar, hated shape of a ball gag, slightly larger than the last, although this one had a wide strip of leather against one side. Helen held it up to Zoe's face, pressing the ball against her lips and wriggling it from side to side until she was forced to open her mouth. The leather strip held the ball in firmly, sealing her lips around it and covering her mouth from just below her nose all the way down to her chin. A pair of straps held it tightly against her face. It was highly effective at reducing Zoe's complaints to quiet 'mmph' sounds, and soon she gave up altogether.
"Better," said Helen. She ran her fingertips across the leather. "And so pretty, too," she said. She gestured to the rubber cone waiting ominously upon the bench.
"Sit on it," she said.
The attendant wrestled Zoe over to stand in front of it, his big hands gripping almost entirely around her upper arms. She whimpered and moaned, feeling her anus tensing. The attendant encouraged her down by pushing on her shoulders, and she felt the tip nuzzling against her sore ass hole. He let go. She remained poised over it.
"Come on," said Helen. "Do it."
Zoe was sure there was an obscene, wet sound as she very slowly lowered herself on to the bench. Her ass hole was pried open as the butt plug slid smoothly into her, spreading and distending the muscle in its path. As she passed the widest point, her anus swallowed it almost entirely, and Zoe felt the base of it come to press against her buttocks. It felt like part of her insides had been replaced with a large, heavy lump.
"That's good," said Helen. "I hope it's not too uncomfortable. It's going to be in there for a while. Actually... on second thoughts, I don't care how uncomfortable it is."
"Mmmn," said Zoe.Her range of expression was rather reduced with half her face covered, but she was pleading with Helen with her eyes. She doubted it would make any difference.
"Stand up," said Helen. "And you had better not even think of letting go of it, or you'll be cleaning it with your tongue."
Zoe stood slowly, feeling the lump shift even further up inside her, a heavy mass ensconced between her buttocks. There was the rustle of fabric and the clink of metal fasteners as Helen unfolded a white straitjacket and held it open in front of Zoe. She waggled the crotch-strap around with one hand.
"You'll be able to relax once you've got this on," she said. "It'll hold it in just fine. Arms out."
They slid the long, tapered sleeves over Zoe's arms, and Helen held her hands out in front while the attendant fastened the straps across her back. It was actually less restrictive than the last such garment Zoe had worn - whatever heavy-duty cloth this was made from was a luxurious comfort in comparison to the tight, restricting latex of the last straitjacket. The attendant looped the crotch-strap between her legs, and Zoe groaned through her gag as the strap pressed against the plug in her anus, somehow pushing it even further inside her.
Helen secured the sleeves last, crossing Zoe's arms behind her back. It wasn't too uncomfortable yet, but she wouldn't want to spend a prolonged time in such an awkward pose. The sleeves came together at the front of the jacket, where they were joined together by a pair of leather straps and several snapping metal fasteners. Zoe shifted her arms, making the sleeves slide across her front. There was very little give in the whole arrangement. She sighed through her nose, wiggling her butt and trying to find a more comfortable way to accommodate the blunt shape wedged into her anus.
"I think we're done for now," said Helen. "I'm afraid you'll have to just spectate the next session, rather than participating."
She made a face of mock-sadness at Zoe, sticking out her lower lip. "Aww, you must be so disappointed," she said. "Think of yourself as the control group. Actually, the whole rest of this experiment is based on one of the compounds you made for me. But for now, you can just sit here, out of the way."
She pulled on Zoe's crotch-strap, leading her over to one corner of the room where she fastened a leather collar around her neck. She used it to tether Zoe to the wall with a length of chain, locking it through a metal ring.
"Be a good girl and sit there quietly," said Helen. "The others should be along soon."
Apparently today's timetable was quite full. No sooner had Emma been returned, nude and sullen, than all three of the girls found themselves being led from their cell to yet another session. They were brought to a room with a padded bench set out of the way against one wall. Zoe was sitting in the corner with her legs crossed, thoroughly bound up in a white straitjacket, her mouth gagged with a wide strip of black leather. She was squirming her thighs in discomfort. She looked up at Claire as the girls entered, and then hurriedly directed her gaze away. Her cheeks reddened. Perhaps she still felt some humiliation at the other girls seeing her so helpless, despite all that they'd been through so far.
Helen was seated on a swivel chair that looked out of place among the rest of the room's metal furnishings. Alongside her there were a worrying array of implements and restraints, including a length of tube with a funnel at one end. She was swirling liquid around in a conical flask, holding it up to the light every so often to examine the contents. It looked like water. Claire was willing to bet that there was something dissolved in it that would have unpleasant consequences for them.
The other half of the room had been covered in bedding material. Duvets and sheets were spread around the place, pale blue and spotless. The attendants directed the girls over to that area, and had them kneel in a line. Claire ended up in the middle.
Helen came over with the first of the restraining equipment, a bundle of fabric straps draped over her arm. Emma asked if she could have some clothes again now, and an attendant answered for Helen with a long discharge of his electric prod into her ribs, that had her begging for mercy long before he eventually stopped. She was quiet after that, and compliant as the attendants bound up her wrists in a pair of fleece-lined leather cuffs, held together behind her back with a pair of interlocking rings. Laura and Claire had their arms likewise restrained, and then all three of the girls had nylon straps looped around their thighs and shins, holding their legs tucked beneath them. Helen rested her foot against Laura's shoulder and pushed her backwards, giggling to herself as the helpless girl toppled over, coming to land on her side, her bound legs squirming.
Helen fetched her glass flask once more, and decanted its contents into three smaller beakers. "Today should be an interesting experience for you," she said. "Especially as none of you seem to have indulged in, ah, chemical recreation before now, according to our profiles. Well, except you, Laura. Naughty girl."
"Profiles?"
"Details, 523, details. I wouldn't worry about it. Anyway, you can go first."
She pulled Laura back upright and then sat down in front of her, holding a beaker to Laura's lips.
"Drink," she said.
"...what is it?"
"You'll find out," said Helen, grinning slyly. "Come on."
Laura hesitated.
"Take your medicine like a good girl," said Helen.
Laura opened her mouth cautiously, and Helen tipped the beaker up. There was a spluttering sound, and Laura spat on to the floor. Helen withdrew the beaker, careful not to spill any more of its contents. She went over to the equipment by her chair, and fetched the funnel with its length of tube.
"I hoped I wouldn't have to use this," she said. She held the funnel in front of Laura's face. "Now are you going to drink it, or am I going to pour it into your stomach through a tube in your throat? What's it going to be?"
Laura scowled as she downed the contents of the beaker. She rasped her tongue against the roof of her mouth when she was done, as if trying to rub the taste away. The forewarning made it slightly less bad for Claire, but the taste was still very unpleasant: bitterly medicinal with sharp, chemical overtones. It made her mouth feel weird. Emma's experience was just as bad, judging from the expressions that she made.
"Good girls," said Helen. "I'm glad you're starting to see what's best for you."
She went over to Zoe, and sat down alongside her. Zoe tried to shuffle away, but Helen pulled her back with an arm around her shoulder.
"Go ahead and lie down," said Helen. "Try to relax. It'll probably take some time to kick in. I'll just have to find some way to amuse myself during the wait," she said. She slid a pair of fingers under the strap of Zoe's straitjacket, bringing them to rest against her genitals.
Minutes went by, and Claire eventually rolled over to lie on her side, giving her aching knees some rest. Whatever they had imbibed didn't seem to be having much of an effect. She wondered whether anything would happen at all. With nothing else going on, she had plenty of time to consider the strange feeling in her stomach, and the annoying flicker of the room's lights.
She rolled over restlessly. She could see Emma kneeling upright now, leaning her head against the wall. Her breathing seemed labored, she was puffing her cheeks out every time she exhaled. She spat on the floor, and let out a groan.
"Oh no no," said Helen, withdrawing her hand from between Zoe's legs and standing up. "No. Breathe, 641. Take it easy." She grabbed a plastic bucket, and brought it over with her. She knelt down beside Emma, putting a hand on her back.
"Deep breaths," she said.
Emma's head bobbed as she nodded. Claire could see her back rise and fall as she inhaled deliberately, held it, and then breathed out cautiously. Then she burped. Helen snatched the bucket and placed it in front of Emma, between her legs. She pulled Emma's hair back, holding it away from her face, and then turned away as splashing sounds came from the bucket.
Emma retched and heaved for about a minute, finally ceasing and taking sobbing breaths as she let watery saliva fall from her open mouth. In a bizarre reversal of her usual manner, Helen remained kneeling alongside her, rubbing her back and reassuring her. It didn't make sense to Claire. How could she be so harsh to them one moment, and then suddenly switch to this?
She left Emma to kneel against the wall, staring down into the bucket. She beckoned to one of the attendants, and instructed him to fetch a specific flask from the lab, which apparently contained something with a complicated name that meant nothing to Claire. After he left, Helen returned to comforting Emma, speaking to her softly.
"It's OK," she said, "it's all right. Got it all out?"
Emma nodded, and sniffled. She turned her head away from the bucket, and Helen held it out at arm's length for an attendant to come and take it away.
"Good," she said. "Don't worry. There are other ways of administering the compound, anyway."
Emma let out a weak groan. Claire hoped for her sake that these 'other ways' didn't involve injections. She rolled back over. The bedding material was warm and soft beneath her, in fact, it felt wonderful against her skin. She wondered if there was a specific reason why the sheets had such elaborate patterns on them.
With her legs bound, Claire's ability to move around was quite restricted. The straps around her thighs and shins held both her knees bent, with her heels touching her buttocks.Her quadriceps were beating out a steady rhythm of tingling pain under the stress. Her legs were not, however, bound to each other, so she was able to squirm around a little bit. She did so, rolling over onto her front and lying with her cheek against the duvet beneath her.
She angled her eyes down, squinting at the elaborate pattern that seemed to be drifting across the surface of the sheets. Whenever she tried to focus, the shapes twisted into other forms - endlessly repeating, self-similar designs of squares and circles with jagged edges. While Claire had never used drugs before, it was obvious that whatever Helen had made them ingest had psychedelic properties. She wriggled around, lying face-down. It was as if her sense of touch was amplified a thousandfold, and the sheet was the softest, most luxuriant material known to man. She closed her eyes and was met with a violet after-image of the patterns, much more intense this time and surging constantly across her vision.
The door of the room opened with a sound that lingered much longer than was physically possible, and the attendant returned with a wide-necked glass bottle and a syringe, thick-barreled and with a blunt nozzle. He set both of them down on the floor and knelt alongside Helen, who still had one arm around Emma. Together they manhandled her into a very awkward-looking position: she was rolled onto her back, with the attendant pinning her down by the shoulders. Her will to fight seemed to have left her along with the contents of her stomach; she didn't put up much resistance as Helen lifted her butt, forcing her into a curled-up shape that held her ass high in the air with her legs drooping away to either side, the small of her back resting against Helen's chest.
Helen held her that way while she filled the syringe. Claire had to keep changing her focus while she watched - if she looked at any one thing for too long, it tended to fill her entire perception. Concentrating on a spot of wall erased everything else, leaving only disembodied voices. She struggled against her shifting perceptions, wondering why on earth people took these sorts of substances for fun.
Claire felt sorry for what Emma was about to experience - the syringe in Helen's hand looked like it contained at least a hundred millilitres of liquid. She assumed Emma was about to be the recipient of a painful injection to the buttock, but as she stared at the syringe tip, she realised that there was no needle attached.
"This should be easier for you to take," said Helen. "Especially in light of this morning. This is nothing in comparison. You know, there's a surprisingly high blood supply to the human rectum," she said, easing the tip of the syringe into Emma's anus. "That makes this just as effective as administering it orally." Emma whined helplessly, waving her bound-up legs around weakly. Helen held one of them against her shoulder with her free arm as she began the slow process of dispensing the fluid. The attendant clamped his hand firmly over Emma's mouth, muting her protests.
It continued for over a minute. Helen was slow and methodical; the syringe plunger crept downwards excruciatingly slowly. Claire found herself transfixed by Emma's hand, watching as her nails dug into the floor. She could see her tendons standing out beneath her skin.
Helen finished off by pulling the syringe free, swiftly replacing it with a round-ended, rubber cone that she forced into Emma's anus. "Just in case you couldn't hold it yourself," said Helen. She held the butt plug in place with a long strip of tape that ran from just under Emma's navel, looping between her legs and up her back. Helen smoothed it down against her skin and gave the plug a prod, which made Emma grunt in discomfort.
"All right, you can let her go," she said. The attendant did so, and Emma was allowed to sag limply to the floor. Claire could see damp streaks of tears running from the corners of her eyes.
"Hopefully you won't be lagging too far behind," said Helen. "I think the others are already starting to feel the effects."
She came over to run her fingers through Claire's hair. "Are you?" she asked.
Forming words was difficult. Claire mumbled something in response, but she was more concerned with how Helen's hands felt on her skin. The girl's touch seemed to radiate warmth, and Claire's mouth spread into a drowsy grin as she felt Helen's fingertips tracing down her cheek.
"Ah yes," she said, "you're enjoying that, aren't you?"
"...m'not," she managed. Her capacity to lie was feeling very attenuated. At the back of Claire's mind was the suggestion that something was wrong about this, that the pleasure she was feeling was somehow tainted, but the nagging doubt dissolved away as she shut her eyes and felt Helen's fingers brushing against her lips.
Helen stood up, now ignoring Claire completely. The absence of her touch left her feeling ever so slightly cold, and yearning for the warmth of the girl's hands. She could hear each step that Helen took with perfect clarity, and the sound had a crisp, unnatural quality to it, as if heard through loudspeakers. She writhed against the floor, trying to regain the sensation she had felt at Helen's touch, but nothing could replicate it.
Claire looked over at Laura's back. She was facing away, curled up on her side and giggling to herself. Helen turned her over so that the pair were closer together, and Claire got a close look at the vacant, idiotic expression on Laura's face. She wondered if that was what she looked like right now, mouth hanging open lazily, eyes half-hooded as she giggled at some unseen hilarity. The laughter faded into quiet groans as Helen gave the other girl the same treatment as Claire, stroking her hands gently over choice locations. She even leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, and Claire wondered what Laura had done to earn her so much of Helen's favour. She stepped away, leaving Laura to make a few uneasy sounds.
"One of the symptoms can be a heightened sense of touch," said Helen. Claire tried to focus on her face while she was talking, but the features seemed to keep subtly shifting and changing. She decided it was better to watch the cobweb-shapes creeping over the ceiling and allow Helen's voice to wash over her. It sounded strangely soothing.
"Well, it is in some cases," she continued. "At any rate, it seems to have worked for both of you." She fussed around behind Claire's back, and the strain left her arms as her wrists were unbound. She immediately found her hands wandering over her chest, again trying to experience the same sorts of caresses Helen had lavished her with. It wasn't the same. It was like trying to tickle oneself.
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at the feel of each other's bodies," Helen said. She freed Laura's hands as well, and then stood back with her arms folded. "Go ahead," she said. "See what it's like." She encouraged Claire towards Laura with a nudge of her foot, and Claire compliantly squirmed the few feet across the floor to bring herself nearer to the other girl. She reached out and touched her arm. Laura's skin was warm and smooth beneath her palm. She was only half-aware of the patterns that were gliding across her skin like a pink mosaic. Touching her was all that mattered. She wriggled closer, and Laura laid an arm over her, once again giggling moronically.
Claire couldn't understand quite why it felt so pleasant. She approached until their chests were touching, she felt like she needed to have as much of the girl's skin in contact with her own as possible. Laura seemed to be experiencing the same urges. Their arms were around each other now, they were hugging as if each were trying to absorb the other into their own body. Claire moaned incoherently as she buried her face against Laura's neck.
The dull ache in her legs dissipated, and she realised that Helen had removed the other set of bonds. She wrapped her thighs around Laura's hips as she hugged her ferociously, and the pair became a clumsy tangle of limbs. The girl's body against her own, and the kaleidoscopic colours when she shut her eyes, all felt perfect. Little wet patches tingled on her skin where Laura was kissing her, and she shuddered from the sensation. She wondered what it would be like to kiss her properly, and distant parts of her brain put up a feeble resistance to the thought. The nagging feeling returned again, the idea that she couldn't possibly be enjoying this, and the next moment her lips were against Laura's and the sensation was like nothing she had experienced before. She could hear laughter from somewhere. It wasn't important right now.
"Wow," said Helen. "I... I didn't expect this much of an effect. I might have to revise the dosage guidelines."
Claire opened her eyes long enough to see that Helen was alongside Zoe again. The girl was having little success in trying to squirm away from her.
"These chemicals are quite something, Zoe," she said. "And to think, you thought they were just being tested on rats all this time. Isn't this so much more fun?"
The kissing was leading to other things. Some instinct in Claire told her she shouldn't want to be doing this with another girl. It was overridden entirely by the feeling of Laura's hand sliding further down her belly, eventually reaching between her thighs and encountering a good deal of sticky wetness. At the touch of Laura's fingers, the colours of Claire's world brightened in bizarre synesthesia. Everything was warm and vivid, and by the looks of things Laura was enjoying herself just as much as Claire reciprocated, exploring the anatomy of an unfamiliar set of genitals. With each responding to the touch of the opposing girl, it felt as if they would meld together entirely."See, it doesn't all have to be pain," said Helen. "I'm sure there could be a lot more sessions like this. It certainly seems to have brought you together."
The word made Claire remember that Emma was presumably sharing their experience. She felt bad that the other girl was left out and disentangled herself from Laura to crawl to the other side of the room. Laura sounded disappointed, holding her arm out with her fingers extended.
Through the colorful haze in her mind, a particularly urgent thought presented itself to Claire. She wasn't tied up. Her legs were free. Didn't that mean she could try to run? It felt like there was some reason that she couldn't. Maybe it was just an assumption, after spending all this time imprisoned. She stood up far too quickly, the blood rushed from her head, and explosions of geometry bloomed across the walls. She took a staggering step forward towards the door and found that somehow Helen had gotten between it and her.
"What do you think you're doing, 314? I'm sure it doesn't feel good to be standing up. Why don't you lie back down?"
"...get out."
"What." There was no hint of an inflection in Helen's voice. It sounded nothing like a question.
"I've got to get out! You can't keep me here!"
Helen looked unimpressed. "Can't I?" she said.
"I want to go! You can't do this, it isn't right! Helen!"
The sudden lucidity brought with it a cold feeling in the pit of Claire's stomach. It was wrong, it was all wrong and horrible, she didn't want to be here. She had never wanted to be here. The colors started to drain out of the walls; everything looked cold and gray. Helen's expression was unbearably stern, awakening long-dormant feelings in Claire, who was feeling like a schoolgirl receiving a scolding. She reached for the door, and Helen swatted her arm away. A sob escaped her throat.
"Now look what you did," said Helen. "You messed it up for yourself, didn't you? It felt good before, right?"
She took a step forward and prodded Claire in the shoulder. "But you couldn't just enjoy it. You had to go and spoil it. Look!" she gestured to Laura, who had crawled over to Emma on her belly and was rubbing against her while Emma, still bound, squirmed and wriggled. "It feels wonderful for them. But you went and fucked it up now," she spat.
She took another step, and Claire stumbled over backwards, landing hard on her butt. The world was almost monochrome, Helen seemed to be towering over her, and the entirety of her skin had gone cold. It felt like there were insects crawling all over her. She scratched at her arms and back and felt nothing beneath her fingers. She curled up with her knees against her chest and began to sob.
"Still," Helen continued, "I'm sure we can make a bad trip just as useful as a good one. It'll be a learning experience for you."
She grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. Claire was dragged over to Zoe, who had been passively spectating the whole time. There was nothing else she could have done anyway, bound up in a straitjacket with her mouth tightly gagged.
"You can watch now, like 271 here," said Helen. "You can see what you're missing out on. Maybe you'll be better behaved next time." She instructed the attendant to fetch another set of restraints and left Claire sitting dejectedly on the floor, shivering and hugging herself, with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Apparently deciding that Emma was suitably under the influence of her fresh dose of compound, Helen removed the girl's bonds. She immediately reached out to grasp at Laura's body, and they had ended up in the same sort of desperate embrace Claire and Laura had shared, although the strip of tape covering Emma's pussy was apparently causing both of them a deal of frustration.
A surge of dread had Claire feeling physically nauseous as the attendant returned. The jangle of metal parts was oppressively loud in her ears, signifying another imminent session of uncomfortable restraint. He seemed to have picked out the equipment with precisely that quality in mind: there were two sets of cuffs forged from thick metal, unpadded on the insides. There were even a few streaks of rust, where heavy chains joined to rings on their surfaces. As if they wouldn't already be enough, the attendant had also brought a coil of hemp rope. A few strips of cloth hung over his wrist.
"Good," said Helen. "Let's see to 314. I don't think these two are going anywhere for now," she added. She stood up, leaving Laura and Emma to writhe against each other, alternately moaning and giggling as they explored their heightened tactile senses with each other.
The attendant yanked Claire's arms behind her back, and a few moments later she felt the heavy metal cuffs click shut around her wrists. They were hard and cold, and the weight of them seemed to bear down on her shoulders.
"Wait!" said Claire. "I- I'll be good. Let me go back with them."
"You had your chance."
"Please," she begged. "I didn't mean to-"
"Shut her up."
The attendant tied a knot in the middle of one of the strips of cloth and held it in front of Claire's mouth. She clamped her lips shut and turned her head away.
"Actually, that's probably not going to be enough," said Helen. "She'd still make too much noise. Unless..."
Helen unlaced one of her sneakers and pulled it from her foot. She removed her sock and wadded it up into a ball. Then she gripped Claire's jaw hard. Claire was shaking her head, blinking hot tears from her eyes as she pleaded, "No, please! I-"
Helen crammed the sock into her mouth and held it there with her fingers while the attendant wrapped one of the cloth strips around Claire's mouth to hold it in place. By the time he was done, the lower part of Claire's face was covered with tight fabric, knotted together at the back of her neck. She let out a mewl of protest. It was much quieter than her earlier pleas.
"Huh, that worked nicely," said Helen. "Sorry about the sock," she said, putting her sneaker back onto her bare foot. "I didn't have a chance to grab any clean laundry this morning, so I've been wearing them since yesterday."
"Mmff!"
"Well you should have thought of that," said Helen, "before you got all those silly ideas in your head, shouldn't you?"
"Mmmn."
Claire was feeling completely defeated and trying very hard not to think about the nature of the ball of fabric in her mouth. The visual effects of the compound were less intense now, leaving her with only the vaguest general sense of cold, muted colors that made everything bleak and dreary. The amplified sense of touch was still there though, and it made the hemp rope feel especially harsh and scratchy against her skin as the attendant began to wind it around her chest. He bound up her breasts, passing the rope under the first, then over the second, reversing the order on the next pass so that her tits were squeezed together between a figure eight of rough rope cord. With each pass, the ropes became a little tighter, and Claire whimpered through her gag as she watched her breasts bulging as they were constricted, their skin taut. She could see the first hints of a reddish color creeping across them as the attendant tied the ropes off behind her back.
"How does that feel?" said Helen.
Claire shifted her shoulders around. The rope didn't move one bit. She could feel her pulse through the restricted veins of her chest.
"What if I do this?"
Helen curled her hand into a claw-shape and scratched the tips of her nails across the taut upper surface of one of Claire's tits.
"MMPH!"
Helen smiled and laughed. She clapped her hands together in delight.
"Oh yes," she said, "it makes them a lot more sensitive, doesn't it? Especially to this sort of thing." She tensed her index finger against her thumb, and Claire was already crying out before Helen flicked her finger hard against her nipple, just grazing its surface. Claire made another muted scream.
"I should set aside a whole session to play with you like this, really," said Helen. "It looks like you're going to get off lightly this time. Now, legs out in front."
Helen tugged her legs forward, and then twisted them until Claire was obliged to roll over onto her front to avoid the pain. She grunted as her throbbing breasts came in contact with the floor and shuffled over onto her side to spare them from the extra pressure. A second set of metal cuffs were fastened around her ankles, and then Helen folded her legs back in order to link that set to the cuffs around her wrists with a metal clip. She left Claire lying on her side, with Zoe sitting next to her. The other girl shifted her legs to adjust her position, and Claire could see pain in the girl's eyes. Her bonds also seemed to be causing her a great deal of discomfort.
Claire was aching. The initial, overwhelming effects of the chemical appeared to have passed, and she was beginning to feel tired. Her breasts were almost completely numb. The other girls were less fervent in their exploration of each other's bodies now. Laura seemed happy to lie with Emma draped over her limply, playing with a strand of her long hair. Helen crouched down alongside them, speaking in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" she said.
Emma nodded sleepily.
"I see you've enjoyed playing with each other. That's good."
She turned to the attendant. "They need to sleep off the rest of the effects in a comfortable setting. Take them to one of the beds. I can't imagine they'll mind sharing at this stage."
The attendant nodded and left the room to fetch a colleague. Upon their return, they took one girl each.Emma and Laura seemed to offer no resistance as they were hefted over the attendants' shoulders and carried from the room, hanging upside-down.
"As for you," said Helen, "you can stay here for now. Although Zoe... I suppose you must be feeling a bit sore. It'd be harsh to leave you for another hour," she squatted on her haunches in front of Zoe, "wouldn't it?"
"Mmmgh."
"Tough," she said. She pulled Zoe forward by one of the many straps hanging from her strait jacket, and she came to land lying awkwardly on top of Claire. Helen did something in the vicinity of Zoe's buttocks, which had her making pained noises from behind her gag.
"All still nicely held in position," said Helen. "Good."
She went over to the door, and then she paused, and turned back.
"Actually," she said, "I don't have anything to do just yet. I think I'll watch for a little while."
She sat cross-legged on the duvets, and tapped at her computer tablet. Zoe attempted to remove herself from on top of Claire, and the shift in weight had the unfortunate effect of squashing one of Claire's breasts against the floor. Helen smirked at Claire's sudden cry of pain, and she carried on watching in amusement as the girls separated themselves clumsily.
She returned her attentions to her computer, leaving them to squirm. | 3 |
108,222 | A Father And Daughter | He stood there in silence, not knowing what to do or say. In front of him stood his naked daughter. Her body looked so perfect and flawless with the moonlight hitting her skin from the window. John could feel his dick already hard in his pants. The last time he had seen his daughter naked was when she was 14. She had caught him masturbating to some porn, and they had ended up fucking in the very same bedroom. Now, years later, with his daughter fully developed, he was about to feel her young, tight pussy on his dick again.
John slowly unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground. He then removed his boxers, revealing his eight-inch dick that was already wet with his precum and moving slightly. His daughter's eyes went directly to his big, hard cock, and she slowly started walking towards him. She fell to her knees at his feet, with John's dick inches away from her face and hungry, open mouth. She made eye contact with him, and John nodded in approval. Michelle looked back at his dick and, without using her hands, put the head in her mouth. She instantly closed her eyes and started sucking up the precum, lost in bliss. Ever since that day 7 years ago, she had dreamed of this day, and it was finally here.
Inch by inch, Michelle took more of John's dick into her mouth. John was in heaven. He could feel the tingles in his toes. He could feel the bolts of pleasure shooting through his dick, and it was sending him into a daze. Michelle had a rhythm going now, taking in more than half of his dick at once, then pulling out and repeating. His dick was glistening from her spit, and she was sucking him absolutely dry.
John was fucking Michelle's mouth, and she was taking his cock willingly. She started trying to deep-throat her daddy's cock and would gag when she could get no more of it inside. He tasted so damn good, Michelle thought. She would live off of his cum if it was possible.
There was spit drooling from Michelle's mouth, and it was covering her huge DD tits. John loved seeing his baby daughter doing her best to get all of his cock in her mouth. He loved that she had spit all over her tits that he was going to suck on later.
Michelle was going extremely fast now, sucking John's cock for a few moments and then doing her best to get it all down her throat. She loved how her dad's pubes felt against her nose and face. After nearly choking on his dick, she would then pull it out completely and gently suck at his balls one by one. They didn't taste as good as his cum, but she didn't mind the taste anyway.
John was pretty clean-shaven underneath, but there were still a few hairs here and there, and Michelle was shoving them into her mouth more than willingly.
Michelle lowered her hands to her pussy and was surprised how wet she was. She even had little trails of pussy juice running down her thighs. She slowly started rubbing her clit with her left hand and used her right hand to insert two fingers into her pussy. At first, she only had the two fingers in knuckle-deep, but after that wasn't doing the job, she inserted them deeper.
John was in heaven, but seeing his daughter fingering herself so furiously with all the juices covering her arm and thighs, he had to have a taste. He pulled his dick from Michelle's mouth, and for a moment, Michelle looked like an infant that had just been pulled away from her mommy's tit.
John took Michelle's hand and led her to his bed. When they got to the edge, he propped her up on the mattress and gently pushed her back so that she was laying on the bed with her knees hanging off the mattress.
The entire time this was going on, Michelle's fingers never left her pussy. She was enjoying every minute of this. She felt her thighs get spread open, and she put her feet up on the bed with her knees pointing up to the ceiling. She felt her father's tongue on her inner thigh, licking up the juices that were running down from her pussy.
John couldn't believe how good his daughter tasted. She didn't taste sour at all; it was sweet with a little tanginess mixed in. He licked up to her pussy, and right before his eyes stood the most magical-looking thing in the world. Michelle's pussy was absolutely covered in her pussy juices, every fold glistening and ready to be sucked dry by John.
His first taste was from a long lick that started at the base of her pussy, near her asshole, and ended at her clit. When he got to her clit, he sucked the little nub into his mouth, and this sent Michelle through the roof. Her back was arched, and she was twisting her nipples with both hands. John then started licking at her pussy again, getting all the juice in his mouth and swallowing every drop. It was too precious to let go to waste. He took every fold into his mouth, making sure to suck it all up.
Michelle was exploding with pleasure; oral was one of her favorite things about sex, and John was a master at it. She was twisting her nipples so hard that it almost hurt, but all the pain did was just send more pleasure through her pussy. Her fingers went down to her clit again, and she started rubbing the little nub furiously. There was pussy juice all over her hands, and she was dying for a taste herself.
Her hand went up to her mouth, and she stuck the three fingers with the most pussy juice into her mouth, tasting herself. John now had his own tongue covered in pussy juice as he had it deep inside her pussy. He could feel the walls of the pussy squeezing and releasing his tongue, and he actually had to keep up with swallowing all the cum. He made sure to lick every ridge on the walls and wanted to give Michelle the best time of her life.
John's dick was creating a small puddle of his cum on the floor beneath his cock from all the precum dripping down. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to fuck Michelle's silly brains out.
He removed his face from Michelle's pussy, and once again, Michelle looked like you kicked her in the stomach. She automatically stuck three more fingers into her cunt, fingering herself, watching her daddy standing at the foot of the bed slowly jerking his cock.
John crawled onto the bed and kissed his way to Michelle's tits. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, rolling it around, and licking it. He did the same with the other while inserting two of his fingers into his daughter's dripping pussy. She bit his ear and whispered for him to fuck her.
He didn't need to be asked twice as he got on his knees between Michelle's legs and took his dick with his hand, guiding it into her pussy. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into his daughter's cunt, and he could see it getting stretched. He was on some kind of ecstasy high; his dick was producing pleasure beyond belief. It was like every single nerve ending was being stimulated.
Michelle couldn't believe how big her dad's dick was until she looked down, seeing her pussy being stretched insanely. She was getting filled deep by her father, and it felt like incest heaven. She wrapped her legs around John's waist, pulling him in deeper. Although, they both knew John's cock was in as deep as it would go.
Both of their orgasms were building. Michelle had already cum when she was getting eaten out, but John hadn't, and he couldn't hold off much longer. His dick was pulsing inside Michelle's cunt, and he knew he was going to fill her up with his sticky white cream.
They were fucking fast, with Michelle's legs around her father's waist, making sure that John couldn't go anywhere. Her tits were bouncing on her chest from her body getting rocked so hard. John grabbed one of her boobs in his hand and squeezed it gently. He was so close to cumming, and all he could think about was how tight his daughter's pussy felt against his cock, squeezing it from all sides.
Michelle arched her back, and an explosion of pleasure hit her clit, sending her mind into insanity. With every pump of her father, it felt like her clit was going to actually explode, and her pussy was for sure on fire.
Seeing Michelle's facial expression and hearing her scream in ecstasy, John's balls sent a bolt through his cock, and for a second, it felt like his balls were going to shrivel up into little raisins. His dick exploded with cum, filling Michelle's pussy on the first spurt. He pulled out just in time for the second jet of cum to make a line going from Michelle's pussy all the way up her stomach, reaching her neck. He was also moaning insanely loudly, and all he could do was stand frozen there with his dick shooting cum out.
The third and fourth jets of cum absolutely covered Michelle's tits, and Michelle lifted her head up with her mouth open, getting most of the gooey semen into her mouth, the rest splattering her face.John's cock seemed like it was going to keep shooting cum until tomorrow, with about five more jets of cum spraying Michelle all over the face, painting it white almost and filling her mouth to the brim, so now there was cum just falling down her chin and onto her tits.
The sheets below her were already covered from all the cum in her pussy leaking out, and now there was even more dribbling from her mouth, over her tits and stomach, and onto the sheets.
Finally, when Michelle was sure her father had stopped coming, she closed her mouth and swallowed. She couldn't swallow all of the cum at once, so it took her a few turns.
When she was done, she stuck a finger into her cunt and scooped up the last bit of cum inside and into her mouth. Then she mopped up all the cum on her face, or at least as much as she could get, and into her mouth, swallowing it as well.
John squeezed out the last little bit of cum out of his cock onto Michelle's thigh and felt little aftershocks of pleasure as he did. He looked up at Michelle just feasting on her dinner and he almost got rock hard again when he saw her cum-covered face look at him and smile. | 3 |
108,246 | Trick or Treat | Henry felt like an idiot. Here it was, Halloween. All his friends were out egging people's doors, throwing water balloons at cars, and just generally causing trouble -- exactly what every 14-year-old boy SHOULD be doing on this day in a small town... exactly what he should be doing. Instead, thanks to his mom, who had to work an extra shift tonight, he got stuck walking his little sister Trish around for trick-or-treat. It just wasn't fair. He loved his sister and all, and she wasn't nearly as much of a pain in the ass as some 8-year-olds he knew, but still... when was his mother going to understand that he was growing up now, becoming a man, and that he didn't want to be a babysitter anymore?
"Let's go down Dogwood Street," Trish said, tugging at his hand. This year, she was a white bunny rabbit. The costume was store-bought, and Henry himself had taken her to go buy it, at the local 5-and-10 shop.
"Why Dogwood?" he asked.
"Because nobody's over there," she said. "Maybe they have more candy."
Henry didn't quite get the logic of this, but he agreed anyway. "Whatever." It seemed to him, if no other kids were on this street, it probably meant there was no candy to be found. But he didn't feel like arguing with her. They'd been out for about an hour now, her bag was getting pretty full, and he could tell she was getting tired. Soon, she'd get cranky. Dogwood Street would take them back to Canal Street, they could make a right, and a few blocks later they could cut up Fairlawn Street and head home.
It turned out he was right. There were no porch lights on at all on Dogwood... and therefore no candy. By the time they reached the small, quiet intersection with Canal, Henry was more convinced than ever that it was time to just go home. He noticed that his shoelace was untied, and told Trish to stand still while he took care of it. As he knelt down, he heard some voices approaching out of the darkness down the street. He recognized them immediately. It was Joe and Eddie and Russ, his friends, laughing it up. Shit, he thought. The last thing he wanted was to put up with ribbing from those guys right now. He'd lied to them the day before, and told them he was going to a party at his cool older cousin's house, two towns over, where he'd probably be playing kissing games with older girls. If they found out what he was really doing, he'd never hear the end of it. Bad enough they always made fun of him for being the shortest one in the pack.
Henry grabbed his little sister's hand and quickly ducked into the bushes in front of a large house on the corner.
"What are you do--" Trish started, but he quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Ssshhh," he whispered. "Just be quiet for a few minutes."
To Trish's credit, she did as she was told. Henry quickly noticed, however, that the streetlight was shining directly on them, and that if his friends passed by close enough, the bushes wouldn't provide much protection at all from being seen. Again, he grabbed his sister's hand and scurried low with her across the small yard in front of the house, this time not stopping until they'd reached the shadowed safety of a narrow alley between the large house and the one next to it. He let go of Trish's hand and peeked around the wall to see what the guys were doing. Thank god, he thought. As he watched, they passed the spot where he'd been tying his shoe, laughing and talking about something, and continued on down Canal Street. When Henry couldn't hear their voices anymore, he took a deep breath. That was too close, he thought.
Before this surge of relief had time to settle in, though, he was presented with a whole new dilemma.
Without warning, there was a bright light in front of his eyes. It took them only a few seconds to adjust, but when they did, he realized that he was standing directly in front of a window, and that somebody inside the large house had just turned the light on in that room. Shit, he thought again. Now he was going to get in trouble for lurking outside people's windows. His first instinct was to immediately grab Trish and run again, but a voice inside his head told him to stay calm. So he pushed his back flat against the alley wall, kept very quiet, and waited.
The bottom of the windowsill was about 3 feet off the ground, and fell just about at chest height for Henry, who didn't take long to figure out that he was looking at a bathroom. It was twice the size of the one that he and his mother and sister shared. Along the wall that he had the best view of were wall-to-wall mirrors, which extended from the ceiling down to the sink level. The fixtures on the sink itself, as well as everything in the bathroom, were shiny and fancy. Clearly, whoever lived here had a lot more money than his family did.
Henry didn't have much time to size the room up, though, because the person who'd turned the light on was already walking through the door. It was a woman, about his mother's age, with shoulder-length black hair and very striking features. He guessed she must be Italian, because her complexion was fairly dark and her nose, while almost too big, seemed to suit her face. It was framed nicely by wide brown eyes like a doe's. As for her body, well... that caught his attention immediately. All she wore was a short pink bathrobe, cinched tightly around her thin waist. Stopping at half-thigh, it accentuated not only her toned legs and wide hips, but also the noticeable swell of her chest. This girl looked just as "stacked" as his friend Joe's mother and older sister, both of whom Henry had drooled over countless times in the past. He began to wonder if it was an Italian thing, and if so, he might consider moving to Italy when he got older.
Again, a surge of fear shot through him, and he considered running. But by now, his hormones were beginning to get the better of him. He'd never seen a naked woman in person before, and on the off chance that he might see one now, he didn't see how he could pass up the chance. So once again, he decided to keep very quiet... and wait.
As he watched, the woman turned to face the mirror almost as soon as she entered the room, sparing not even so much as a glance at the window. She turned the water on in the sink, then used a scrunchie to pull her hair back as she presumably waited for it to get warm. Testing the water again, she reached down, splashed some on her face, then began to soap it up with something she had in a jar -- probably Noxema or one of those other smelly things his mom used. He wasn't nearly as interested in this, though, as he was with the fact that as she vigorously scrubbed her face, it set her boobs to jiggling inside her robe, which was as beautiful a sight as he could imagine... and which set his manhood to rising inside his jeans.
After a minute or so of this, the woman rinsed her face off, dried it, then turned and walked to the shower on the other side of the bathroom, still seemingly unaware of his presence outside the window. At this point, Henry could only see her reflection in the mirror... but he could still see her. And when she reached in to turn the water on in the shower, it set his heart to jack-hammering inside his chest. Because if she was taking a shower, it meant she had to take the robe off first, which meant that any minute now...
But then everything suddenly changed. The woman stopped, and looked over her shoulder toward the still-open door with a look of consternation on her face. She reached back into the shower and turned it off, then -- much to Henry's dismay -- left the bathroom, flipping the light off on the way out. Shit, he thought again. I just never get a break.
"Oh well," he muttered. And in that moment of disappointment, Henry suddenly remembered his sister. It was probably just as well that things hadn't gone any further than they did, considering that she was standing right next to him. He spoke quietly into the darkness. "Ready to go, shrimp?" He reached his hand out, thinking he'd feel her head a foot away from him. But there was nothing there. "Trish?" No response. He dared to speak a little louder, he eyes trying to adjust to the darkness in the alleyway. "Trish, where are you?" He made his way slowly and quietly up the alleyway. It was the only way she could have gone, because he'd have noticed her walking past him back out into the yard. "Dammit, Trish, quit playing."
By the time Henry reached the end of the alley, he realized what had happened. Peeking around the wall, he could see the woman ushering Trish into the house through the back door.He backtracked along the wall to the first window, which looked into the kitchen, and saw the woman squat down to his sister's height and touch her face. Apparently, Trish was crying. "Great," he thought. "I guess I won't be winning any brother of the year awards this year. Let's see what kind of a shit-fit mom has about this when she finds out."
There was only one thing to do. Henry took a deep breath, then left the alley, walked around to the door, and knocked. The woman answered right away, and as she pushed the storm door open, the first words out of her mouth were, "You must be Brother Henry."
He felt immediately guilty, and thought for sure that it must be showing on his face. It was one thing to peep on somebody through a window, and it was another thing entirely to have to then talk to them face to face a few minutes later. "Yeah, I'm Henry," he said.
"Come on inside," the woman said, smiling. "She hasn't been here long." She had a noticeable accent. Maybe she was not only Italian, but actually from Italy?
Before he was even two steps in the door, Trish rushed up and hugged him. "Where were you?"
"I was right there..." For obvious reasons, he hesitated to say exactly where he was, instead adding, "where we were."
"No you weren't." His sister's voice was getting angry now.
The woman came to Henry's rescue, though. She put her hand on Trish's head. "Now, now," she said. "Your brother is here now. That is the important thing, no?" Trish shrugged, letting go of him, and gravitating toward the obvious maternal comfort of the woman instead, who took advantage of the moment to offer his sister some cookies.
"Thanks," Henry said. "But we should be getting home." In the process of making eye contact with the woman, his eyes panned up from Trish's face to the woman's, and along the way, couldn't help but notice that her robe was considerably looser than it had been in the bathroom. Perhaps squatting down had loosened it? In any event, from this angle there was enough of a gap between the folds to show off the side of one breast. He only lingered on the sight a moment, but thought for sure that she would notice. Yet if she did, she didn't seem to react in any way.
Trish, meanwhile, had other priorities. "Why can't I have cookies?"
"Please," the woman said. "I insist. Someone with such a cute kitty cat costume should have some cookies and milk."
"Hey, I'm not a cat, I'm a rabbit!" Trish yelled.
"Oh, I am sorry," the woman said, giggling as she raised a hand to her mouth. "A bunny rabbit, of course! Please excuse me. I may as well almost be blind without my glasses on." Interesting, Henry thought. No wonder she hadn't noticed him standing outside the window, or copping a look at her just now. "So what does big brother say," she asked. "Can the cute bunny rabbit stay and have some cookies?"
"Sure, why not?" Henry said, his eyes this time focusing down directly at her chest as he spoke. When they returned to her face, it was clear that she'd noticed nothing. This is too cool, he thought. He could pretty much stare all he wanted, and she'd never realize. Almost as good as being invisible -- a fantasy he'd had more than once.
The woman poured a glass of milk, then brought it, a plate of cookies, and Trish to the adjoining dining room. Henry watched her all the while, and quickly began to realize that she was even more attractive up close than she'd seemed from outside the bathroom window. Very pretty, and with a seductive wiggle to her step. The way her breasts shifted and settled inside the thin robe with only the slightest motion was almost mesmerizing. And the way her firm round ass looked through the robe when she bent over to put everything on the table... incredible. Without his even realizing it, a fresh new erection had cropped up in his pants, and he wished more than anything that he could reach in and start jacking off right there on the spot. But of course this would be a bad idea. There was no way she could be THAT blind, was there? Still, there was another option...
"Excuse me," he said to the woman, "but could I use your bathroom?"
"Yes, certainly. It's right down that hall. I think the light is still on."
"Oh, I see it. Thanks." Henry made his way down the hall, and felt an odd sense of déjà vu as he stepped into the bathroom -- just as he'd watched the woman do ten minutes ago -- and pushed the door shut behind him. The door was old and skewed, and didn't quite click in place or anything, but after giving it the hardest push he could, it seemed to stay put. He did, however, make a point of quickly pulling down the shade, for obvious reasons. After this, he wasted no time. Within seconds, his pants and underwear were down around his ankles and he was sitting on the toilet seat, his skinny legs spread at the knees, his eyes closed, a clear image of the busty Italian woman in his mind, stroking himself for all he was worth.
This went on for about ten minutes, until Henry could tell that he was just on the verge of cumming. He paused, opening his eyes to find the toilet paper or tissues he'd need to use to catch the mess as he made it... and saw something that terrified him. The door to the bathroom was open. Wide open. And the woman was standing in it. With glasses on. Watching him, with kind of an amused expression on her face. "Having fun?" she asked.
Henry's first impulse was to blurt out, "Oh, SHIT!" which he did, and struggled to reach down and pull his pants up as fast as possible. But he was in too much of a rush. The maneuver was clumsy at best, and he only succeeded in falling over onto the floor and nearly banging his head on the sink on the way down.
The woman's first reaction was to raise one hand to her face, shush him, then take another step into the room and re-shut the door behind them. "Quiet," she said. "Your sister is asleep at the table. You'll wake her."
This, of course, immediately confused Henry. What was she talking about? How was the fact that his sister was asleep more important than the fact that he'd just been caught masturbating in a stranger's house? He brought himself to a sitting position on the floor, and again started struggling with his pants, trying to pull them up, his erection wagging around all the while. Again, he fell over.
"Calm down," the woman said. "You are going to hurt yourself. Bang your head or something."
Almost frantic now, Henry tried again to sit up, his hand slipped on a throw rug, and down he went once more. Frustrated, he realized that he'd begun to cry. He felt embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, and afraid, and didn't know how to handle those emotions all at once. "Dammit no," he thought. "Don't cry, not now." But the tears were already there. He'd always been an emotional child, prone to cry for no reason at all, and took some ribbing for it when he was in grade school. He thought he'd outgrown it. Apparently he hadn't yet.
"Oh, now now," the woman said. "It's okay." Her voice was suddenly very close, and as Henry glanced up, he saw that she was squatting beside him. Her hands found his shoulder and she helped him up to a sitting position, propping his back against the wall. Then, to continue the comedy of errors, her foot slipped on the same rug that his hand had a few moments before, and down she came as well... right on top of him. Instinctively, Henry threw up his hands to break her fall -- one caught her arm, and the other caught her stomach. But something short, sweet, and amazing happened as well...
As the woman fell, her chest landed directly on Henry's face. In fact, for all of about ten seconds, as both of them readjusted their weight, her warm breasts pressed and rolled against his face, the satin of her robe whispering smoothly across his skin and the subtle smell of her perfume filling his nose. For Henry, it was perhaps the most profound experience he'd ever had in his life. What's more, several times her hip and leg bumped his erection, which up till that moment had begun to flag a bit. Now, however, it sprang to life again.
"I am sorry," the woman said, finally getting her bearings and taking a seat on the floor, sitting Indian-style in front of him. "I can be so goffa sometimes."
"So what?"
"Goffa... uh, clumsy?" It must have been an Italian word.
"Oh. It's okay," Henry said, still crying a bit, trying to pull his legs up to hide his aroused member. But by now, his pants and shorts were so tangled around his ankles that he couldn't even manage this much. His hard cock stood up straight and tall -- well, as tall as it got anyway -- and was as obvious as a giant fly in a small bowl of soup. "I should be the one saying I'm sorry."
The woman looked more amused than ever. "It's okay," she said, reaching out to put a warm, well-manicured hand on his knee. Her nails were painted a bright red, and this seemed to arouse him all the more for some reason. "You are just doing what boys your age do. There is no reason to be sad about it."
"I know, but... in your bathroom. That was wrong."
"Why?" she said, looking almost insulted. "Is my bathroom not good enough for you to pleasure yourself in?"
Henry didn't know how to respond to this. "I... no. I mean, yes. Of course it is. Obviously."
"Well then," she smiled. "What is wrong with it then?"
"Nothing, I guess. If... it's not wrong to you. I guess."
"It is most certainly not wrong to me. But may I ask why you chose my bathroom?"
Uh oh, Henry thought. This could get tricky. "I... um. I don't know. I was just in the mood?"
"Just regular teenage boyness?" she asked, gesturing to his exposed erection.
"Yeah. Something like that."
"There was nothing specific to make it happen?"
"Well... I don't know."
"You don't know?""Or do you not want to say?"
"I... both I guess." Henry couldn't make up his mind if he was really enjoying this conversation or if he wanted to run screaming into the night. A bit of both maybe. He'd never had a conversation this frank about horniness with anybody, much less an attractive woman who was twice his age.
"Why, what are you afraid to say?" she asked, again looking almost insulted.
"You know. Just... private things. Embarrassing things."
"What, you can sit here letting me see your splendid erection, but you can't tell me what made it that way?"
"Splendid what?"
She giggled a bit at this, then pointed slyly at his lap. "Your beautiful hardness."
Did she just say beautiful? He blushed instantly. She was probably just being polite. Still, she was right, of course. What was there to hide at this point, really, considering what she'd seen already? Still, he wasn't sure...
"Please," she said, leaning forward, offering a clear glimpse of her ample cleavage, whether she meant to or not. "There are no secrets here. Tell Mama Gina all about it." But as Henry stared down into her robe, into the valley between her magnificent breasts, she apparently figured it out for herself. "Oh, I see. Is that what this is all about?"
Henry shook himself out of his drooling reverie. "What? Sorry. I didn't mean to --"
"Did not mean to what? Stare at my breasts?" Henry didn't need a translation for that one. It sounded close enough to the word he and his friends used. She smiled devilishly. "Oh, I think you did mean to."
"I--"
"In fact, I think maybe you were staring at them in the kitchen, when I didn't have my glasses on yet. Weren't you?"
Henry nodded.
"And I think maybe you liked Mama Gina's breasts so much that you had to come in here and pleasure yourself. Am I right?"
Again, Henry nodded. "Yes," he said, his voice cracking.
"Well well," she said. "Horny and honest." This time, Henry just looked confused, and waited for the translation. "You are both a horny and honest boy."
"I try to be," Henry replied. "Um... honest I mean."
"Well, I believe that honesty should be rewarded," she said, still smiling, and reached down to the sash on her robe. Slowly, teasingly, she untied it. "Do you agree?" she asked.
"Y-yes. Definitely." Henry hoped he wasn't dreaming.
The woman ran a fingernail up and down the hem of the robe, teasing it open just a little. "Are you ready for your reward then, young Henry?"
"Oh yes."
She glanced down at his now throbbing erection. "Yes. I think you are." With this, she spread the robe open and pushed it aside. Her now-revealed breasts bobbled slightly. They were perfect. As huge if not huger than Henry had expected, bigger than the biggest grapefruit he'd ever seen, round and firm, the nipples dark and wide and erect and curving outward slightly. If only she really was his "Mama", he didn't think he would ever have stopped breastfeeding.
At this point, Henry didn't quite know what to do. He stared, of course, his mouth partly open. More than any other time in his life, he wanted to jerk off. But for all of her sexual teasing, he wasn't sure whether she'd get mad about it him doing that in front of her or not. All he knew was that he was about to explode.
"So, Henry. Tell me. Are they everything you dreamed they would be?"
"Oh yes," he said. "And more. Holy shit, more. They're beautiful!"
She smiled. "It makes Mama Gina very happy to hear you say that." With this, she pushed the robe off entirely, over her shoulders and down her back, uncrossing her legs and standing all in the same motion. The robe fell to the floor around her feet -- which he saw now had toenails painted the same bright red as her fingernails -- and Henry was greeted to a worm's-eye view of her black bush looming above him.
He'd seen pictures of several women's pussies in dirty magazines before, of course, but all of them, it seemed, had been either trimmed to almost nothing or shaved entirely. Hers, however, was lush and dark and hairy, almost the size and shape of some of the smaller bikini bottoms he'd seen girls wear at the beach. Unlike the women in the magazine, hers added a bit of mystery to the sight. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run his fingers through that bush... or even his face. What would it smell like?
Henry let his hungry eyes trail upward, where they fixated once again on her amazing breasts, which from this angle jutted out even more seductively from her body, swaying slightly as she moved her weight from one foot to the other. She reached her arms down to him. "Stand up, please." He did as she said, taking her hands and allowing her to pull him up. Once they were both standing, facing each other, the height difference between them became even more noticeable than it had been in the kitchen. She stood almost a foot taller than him... which put her tits directly in his face once again. "Now give Mama Gina a big hug," she said, and Henry almost fainted on the spot.
Again, though, he did as he was told. He reached his arms around her as she did the same, and as they hugged, her huge wonderful bare tits pressed into his face. The nubs of her hard nipples kissed his cheeks. "Such a good boy you are," she said, reaching her hand up to the back of his head, running her long red nails through his hair as she rocked her body a bit, until one of her nipples landed squarely in front of his mouth. "Mama Gina loves her baby so much." Hearing this, remembering what he'd thought about before -- breastfeeding -- he couldn't resist any longer. Carefully, he opened his lips, and let her nipple enter his mouth. Then he waited to see what she would do.
"Oh, the baby is hungry, is he?" Instead of getting angry or pushing him away, she gripped his head and pulled it even closer. He took this as his cue to take even more of her nipple, her sweet soft tit into his mouth and begin suckling it, licking it, kissing it. This is it, he thought. This is heaven. I don't remember when I died, but I must have.
Meanwhile, his throbbing cock, which had been poking straight out in the air between her long legs, now brushed against the inside of her warm thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He wanted, needed to touch it -- to stroke it -- so badly. So as he hungrily suckled her tits, he slowly reached down to do just that.
"No no no," she said, slapping his hand lightly a split-second before it made contact. "That's Mama Gina's job."
Henry's first instinct was to be frustrated. Until he realized what she was saying. "Your job?"
"My job, yes," she said, smiling. Then, without any warning, she took him by the shoulders and gently pushed him against the wall. With her chest still in his face, one tit still glistening from his saliva, she reached down and gently ran her fingernail along the underside of his throbbing member. Again, Henry felt something like electricity pass through him. It was the first time anybody other than himself or a doctor had touched his cock. Next thing he knew, she was gripping it lightly, barely touching it with the skin of her fingers... a teasing, tickling sensation that made him stand on tippy toes. "Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Y-y-yes."
"Good."
She teased his shaft a few more times like this, nearly driving him insane, then stopped, and began to shrink. Well, not shrink actually, but get shorter. She was lowering herself down, getting to her knees. Oh my god, Henry thought. She can't be... is she? A moment later, there she was, on her knees, peering up at him, her tits at the level of his cock. Considering this, it didn't seem likely that she'd be able to put him in her mouth. Not unless he grew some in the next few minutes or unless she had a spine made of rubber.
But this quickly became a moot point. Because the next thing she did happened so quickly that it seemed she might have had it in mind all along. Putting a hand under each tit, she leaned in closer to him and wrapped the beautiful globes around his erection like a bun around a hotdog, then shook them playfully up and down. The sight of it, the thought of it, the feel of it drove Henry instantly insane. It was something he had fantasized about a thousand times in the past.
Finally, the electricity that had been building up could no longer be contained. He was overexcited to the point of no return. As his balls began to contract, Gina seemed to sense what was about to happen. She pulled herself back a bit, then brought one hand up to grasp his cock. Expertly, she stroked it, milked it. Almost immediately, it exploded, the first blast of semen shooting out so fast and hard it nearly made a splattering sound as it struck her just beneath the chin. "Oh yes," she said, grinning widely. "Show Mama how much you love her." And so he did.
Henry's body sang with a humming kind of pleasure as wave after wave of cum jetted out of him, urged on by this beautiful woman's hand. Warm, thick strings of it painted her tits and neck -- over and over -- more of it than he even realized he had to offer. It seemed as if he must have shot out a gallon already by the time the orgasm subsided. And even then, as the cum dwindled to a trickle, his cock continued to spasm quietly. Using his own cum as a lubricant, the woman continued to stroke, more gently now, concentrating mostly on the tip, the most sensitive area. As sensitive as it was now, the sensation was overly intense, and sent a shudder through his body that culminated in making him laugh. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. "N-n-no more," he sputtered. "Please. It's too much."
And so the woman stopped, then stood, smiling widely like the cat who's just eaten the canary.Henry could see his dripping seed spread out all over her chest and neck, and thought he may never glimpse a more beautiful sight. He wondered what would happen now. The possibilities were endless.
Just then, a small voice came from down the hall. "Henry?" His heart sank as he realized it was his little sister. "Where are you?"
As his eyes met "Mama Gina's", she seemed to anticipate the question on his mind. Shrugging, the woman said, "I guess she woke up. Perhaps you should let her know you are here."
Henry nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show through too much. He started toward the door, then realized that his pants were still down around his ankles and pulled them up and buttoned them. Once at the door, he paused to turn back and gaze with longing at the tall, dark-skinned, buxom beauty he was leaving behind. As if to tease him once more, she ran two fingers up along one of her breasts, scooped up a fair amount of his still-dripping cum, then licked and sucked the fingers clean. Then she winked at him, and shooed him away. "Your sister is waiting."
The next time he saw Gina, it was in the kitchen again, when she emerged from the bathroom dressed in the robe to say goodbye to him and his sister. After some prodding, a sleepy Trish thanked her for the cookies, and Henry thanked her for finding his sister.
"It is nothing, really," the woman said, a bit slyly. "Any time." As she said this last bit, she made full and deliberate eye contact with Henry. "Any time at all," she said again, then winked.
Encouraged by this, Henry felt his erection begin to rise, and decided that now was as good as any time to make his escape, fairly certain that she'd just invited him back for another round of fun whenever he wanted. He and his sister said their final goodbyes, and as they disappeared into the night, Henry could feel an extra spring in his step.
The next day, after school, Henry made a point of ditching his friends when they all got off the bus. They were going downtown to buy some comic books, but he claimed to have to do some yard work for his mom. They hounded him for being a momma's boy, but let him go, and once he knew they couldn't see where he was going, he cut down Dogwood Street, just as he had the night before. But when he got there, he was instantly confused.
He knew where the house was. Or rather, he knew where it was supposed to be. But it wasn't. Which is to say, there was nothing on the piece of property but a wide lawn of green grass. Henry spun around a few times to get his bearings. Maybe he was wrong? But the more he looked around, the more sure he became that he was looking in the right spot. But... how was that possible?
He spotted a middle-aged man raking leaves on the other side of the bushes he and his sister had ducked through the night before, and started down the sidewalk toward him. "Excuse me," he said.
"Yes?" The man lowered his rake to his side.
"Um... this might sound like a stupid question. But didn't there used to be a house here?"
The man looked over his shoulder at his own house. "There still is. Right there."
"No, I mean... where this yard is. Another house, right next to yours."
"Next to mine?" He shook his head. "Nope. Well... not for a long time anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there used to be a house on this lot. A big one. But that was a long time ago. Before you were ever born. It burned down to the ground back in the forties. The whole family died, I think. My father bought up the lot for almost nothing, and it's been the way you see it ever since."
"Oh," Henry said, a persistent chill running up and down his spine.
"It was a shame too," the old man went on. "They were nice people as I remember. I was only a boy at the time. Italian or Greek, I think they were. They had money for some reason, when nobody else did. My friends and I always got the impression it was dirty money. Like maybe they were the children of gangsters or something."
"Oh," Henry said again. "Um... what do you remember about the people who lived here?"
"Well, I don't remember much about the father. He got sent off to Japan during The War and never came back. The mother, though, she was hard to forget. Very beautiful. Dark hair, tall, dark skin." A wistful expression passed over the man's face. "She was... quite a woman. And nobody's victim either. Even with a dead husband and all that money, she always helped out where she could. She babysat half the kids in the neighborhood at one point."
"Do you... happen to remember what her name was by any chance?"
"Her name?" The man scratched the back of his sweaty neck. "Hm. Not sure I do."
"Was it Gina maybe?" Henry asked.
"You know, that sounds right. She babysat us a few times, and I can remember now, she used to make us all call her Mama Gina." The man chuckled. "Yeah, that was it. Mama Gina." He sighed. "Quite a woman, she was."
"Well... thank you," Henry said, and started to walk away, his mind buzzing.
"Hey, how did you know what her name was?" the man asked.
"I... um... somebody just told me a story about her once."
The man nodded. "I'd love to hear that story someday. She was--"
"I know," Henry said. "She was quite a woman."
Boy, did he know. He wasn't sure how exactly it was possible that he should know... but he did.
Just like he knew that the phrase "Trick or Treat" would never have the same meaning again. | 5 |
108,267 | Steampunk Harlots | Hannah loved being gagged, but not when it was because she was scraping rotten wood off the walls of her bedroom. The cloth over her mouth and foggy working goggles were miserable to wear, but it kept her from inhaling mold or going blind from flying wood bits. Work crews too busy with the rest of the ship and too ugly to fuck left her with little choice. They were about to lift off by the time she had finished. Somehow, Mari lucked out with her room and was already helping Liddy with hers. They were pinning sheets up to cover the unfinished walls when Hannah walked in.
"Seems the fuck breaks haven't slowed you down much," Hannah observed, smiling as much at her joke as relief at taking her mask off.
"Interview is over. There were no fuck breaks. I told you I'm trying to keep this professional!" Liddy scolded while returning a smile.
"Well, I'm finally ready to move my bed in so I have a place to sleep after we launch."
"Oh, DAMNIT! We need to take off before noon!" Liddy exclaimed, running to the window to check the clock mounted high on the wall in the docks. "Okay, we got five minutes to get up. Mari, help Hannah while I wrangle our engine girls and get us in the air."
Liddy rushed off to the bridge while Mari and Hannah went down to the cargo room and started manhandling the bed. There were eight rooms, four on either side, in the bottom deck, and both girls picked the rooms closest to the stairs. As they finally got the bed in place, the floor moved, and both of them tumbled to the floor.
"Really? I finally get a bed in here, and we fall on the floor instead?" Hannah asked, annoyed.
"Quit complaining, I landed on the floor, you landed on me," Mari retorted with a grunt of pain.
The ship shook a few more times as it moved away from the docks and into the air. During takeoff, Hannah happily remained on the floor with her head resting on Mari's breasts like pillows. The girls slowly found their feet once things had settled down and made their way to the lounge, where they could see that a few things had fallen over. Hannah was thankful that nothing had broken and figured Liddy must have gone to great lengths to make sure the whole place was as secure as possible. With chairs tipped back the right way and paintings made level again, Mari led Hannah back into Liddy's room to help finish with the sheets on the wall. It was a quick and easy way to avoid painting or breaking out the varnish.
"Okay, Liddy has way more sheets than she needs for this. Let's take some for our rooms so we don't end up trying to get men's cocks out and hard while they are terrified of slivers," Mari suggested.
"Sounds good to me. She has her roof covered as well, but I'd like to install a mirror over my bed so I can watch the men on me pound away, but that might be better to done in the rooms up here than in our personal space," Hannah responded.
"Good call. I think we should have one room that's full of mirrors. Like a theme to each room," Mari added as they hauled the extra sheets down the stairs that were thankfully now rust-free.
"A velvet room is a must. Everything so soft, no hard corners, doesn't matter where you get thrown or fucked against it's all going to feel good," Hannah grabbed half the sheets and started putting them up in her room.
"Careful with the hooks, don't wanna put holes in these sheets. I'm guessing Liddy wants them in good condition. Liddy is going to have the classy noble woman's room when it's done and not covered in sheets. I think a dungeon room is called for," Mari cautioned.
Hannah laughed. "Keep the sheets around though to hide our bondage kit so it doesn't scare anyone off. I once brought a guy home who saw my chains and got totally freaked out."
"Poor you, lost a fuck because he found out what a skank you are," Mari teased.
"Lost nothing, I chained him up and rode him all night. He couldn't help but be hard as I played with him, and I was on top fucking his cock as he tried to buck me off. Felt amazing, and eventually, he gave in and filled me right up. Having spent so long fighting me built up quite a load for a big finish. Afterwards, he wanted to 'teach me a lesson' and fucked me again to 'punish' me after I let him loose. I was impressed he was able to get hard so quickly," Hannah laughed. "As fun as it was, I always remembered to hide things until I needed them after that."
"Fine, fine!" Mari relented. "We hide the chains and such. What about the last room?"
"Maybe Liddy has an idea. It is her ship, after all," Hannah stated as Liddy walked in looking slightly frazzled. "Smooth ride, boss!"
Liddy stuck her tongue out. "For my first time ever flying anything, I think I did amazing. Now, our current pilot is a rope on the wheel, so I shouldn't have to do much for the next three days other than correct our course on occasion. How are things out here? Anything broken?"
"Nothing," Mari replied. "Everything is rather durable, and the booze is safe."
"Glad to hear it," Liddy replied with relief as she fetched herself a drink. "Everything I bought, I made sure could handle a beating."
"Like slamming me down on it and climbing on top?" Hannah teased.
"Damn skippy. I expect everything on this ship to be fucked on or against at some point, so it better be able to take it," Liddy sipped her drink, finally relaxing after the ordeal of takeoff."I don't know what the damages are, but you can expect to be paying for it."
"I haven't the money for anything like that. I barely have enough for the docking fee alone."
"If you can't pay the fees and the fine, then your ship is impounded."
"Fees aren't due until we leave. You can't do that."
"They are when you crash into other ships!"
"Look, I can cover the fine with what money I have left. The fees, I'm sure we can negotiate in my bed," Liddy explained with reluctance and well-hidden inward disgust.
The offer took the man back for a moment. "In your bed now, fees still due at the end of the week."
"Deal," Liddy said with a forced smile.
She took the hand of the dockmaster and led him into her room. Hannah and Mari waited on the ramp, wondering what to do with themselves. Hannah knew Liddy was not happy about having a sweaty brute pawing at her, but they all knew that sex was something to be exchanged like money for them. Then Hannah had an idea of how to help Liddy when she looked at the blushing man in the suit who seemed quite stunned at the transpiring events.
"Are you the gentleman from the tourism board?" Hannah asked.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry about whatever it was that went wrong. Is she really..." he trailed off.
"Don't worry. Our trade is in sex, so this is just how we settle our business," Hannah explained, acting as though this wasn't their first time. "Perhaps you would care to sample our services if you are going to help us market them to the appropriate crowd?"
He blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh my. I..." he paused while he manned up. "Yes, that sounds amazing."
The polite young man quickly realized he shouldn't let his reservations get in the way of an opportunity like this and let Hannah lead him down to her room. Gently, Hannah kissed him as her hands slid down across his trousers, feeling him having already swelled. She let out a pleased giggle and unfastened his belt and opened his fly. Letting his pants drop, she took his stiff member into her hands and lightly squeezed and tugged. Meanwhile, his hands found her breasts, and he gripped them in what he no doubt thought was a rough grip. While he leaned against the door, Hannah dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide before putting her lips around his cock. Working her tongue over his head, he groaned and put his hands on the back of her head. Most women would have gagged at the sensation of something going deeper into their mouths, but Hannah was well experienced with letting it slide all the way inside. She couldn't breathe but held him deep until she was forced to back off. A few quick gasps, and she swallowed him whole again. Several times, she repeated until she could feel him ready to burst.
She got up and pulled him onto her bed. He lifted her dress and pushed aside her panties to reveal the soft pink place his cock belonged. He drove it in, already lubed from her saliva, and kept it deep as he pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts. Her yellow dress was collected at her belly as her tits bounced with each thrust. Hannah gasped each time and started yanking on her own nipples while staring into the eyes of the man who was grabbing her headboard for support. What he had lacked in initial confidence, he made up for in upper body strength as he made the penetration as rough as Hannah typically wished other men were capable of.
"Break me..." she whispered between gasps, spurring him on to an almost violent climax.
A loud grunt, and he ripped his swollen member from her and shoved it back into her face. Hannah took it greedily and felt the hot fluid bursting over her tongue as it slid back deep into her throat. She could feel it pumping through his cock with her tongue and felt it hitting the back of her throat as it slid down with each desperate swallow.
He collapsed back onto the foot of the bed, out of breath, as Hannah lay trying to catch her breath. A dribble of him fell down her cheek as she whipped it off with a thumb and sucked it clean. She could see him shaking from the stress of having been flooded with adrenaline that she had long ago learned to deal with. Sliding her dress back up to cover her breasts, she helped him redress and get to his feet. As she was about to lead him back up, he turned her around for another kiss while he grabbed her breasts again. A gentle gesture of gratitude before he parted lips and smiled.
Back up on deck, Liddy watched the dockmaster leave. "Prick made me swallow. But at least we still have a ship for now."
"Reminds me of my dad. Not that I'm happy you had to spread your legs for that swine, but it would have been really weird for me with him looking so similar," Mari responded.
"No, anything regarding the ship or business is mine to deal with. Where is Hannah?"
"Down in her cabin with the chap from the tourism board. From the sound of things, it was going quite well. Can't hear them now, so I guess they are finishing up."
"When will you girls let me run things professionally and not interrupt with rampant fucking?"
"Isn't rampant fucking what you hired us for?"
"Contracted fucking. Though I will admit that you and Hannah seem smart enough to do anything to screw me over."
"No, you said not after the job interview."
"What? No, damn it! You make puns out of anything I say again, and you are banging every man who looks vaguely like your dad."
"Damn you and your iron fist," Mari retorted with a stuck-out tongue.
Despite the things that had been going wrong, Liddy was pleased that at least she had hired girls who made good friends. Hannah came up the stairs with more than a little wobble in her legs. "So that went well for me."
Liddy responded with an evil glare. "Glad one of us had fun. If I reek of perfume, it's because smelling like that man would have knocked out anyone I met and killed any animals or small children I walked by."
"Damn. Now I feel... well, not bad because I got my world rocked. But sorry that had to happen to you at all."
"It's alright. Glad you kept our guest entertained," Liddy smiled at the man following Hannah, holding her by the hips even though she no longer needed support going up the stairs. "Please have a seat."
He took his seat on a chair in front of the table where Hannah had her interview. Mari went to fetch some drinks while Liddy sat across from him. Hannah sat on his lap, keeping her breasts well in his field of view. With one hand, he took his drink, and the other rested on Hannah's thigh.
"Thank you. Your hospitality was... unexpected but most welcome," he smiled at Hannah's breasts. "My name is Daveron. I had some questions about what you would be doing here, but I think most of them have been answered."
"I can imagine so. Hannah is my best," not that Liddy was trying to make Mari feel diminished, but she knew that making him feel worthy of her best would butter him up more. Assuming it was possible or necessary.
"I don't doubt that," he said with another sip of his drink. "So I will cut through the red tape and grant you your operating license. As long as business transactions take place on the ship, you can go about your work however you see fit."
"Thank you. You have no idea how much easier this is going to make things for us."
"I wish I could help more with the other troubles you are having, but sadly I haven't any authority on those matters."
"Quite alright, being able to work without waiting for papers to go through will be more than enough."
"May I also suggest a location frequented by the rich and bored?"
"You may indeed," Liddy replied, most pleased.
"A private arena box in the stadium. Your licenses will get you through the doors, and you should find plenty of interested parties," he explained.
After the formal papers were filled out and signed with a wax seal, the women were alone again in the lounge after Daveron left, favoring Hannah with another kiss and groping of her breasts.
"Another one in love with you," Mari observed.
"He's married, so I doubt I have anything to worry about," Hannah retorted. "Ring on his finger. The real surprise is why a man that good in bed wouldn't be getting his wife on a regular basis. Or maybe she just can't handle him at his best. Needed a more durable woman, I suppose."
"Who knows. Well, at least we got what we needed."
"The words I live my life by, Mari," Hannah laughed.
"I suppose I should adopt that outlook," Liddy chimed in. "We are here and free to do business. We shouldn't have much issues earning our docking fees. The girls in the engine room are paid up for the whole month, so at least I don't have to worry about that."
"I haven't seen either of them come out. Will we ever meet them?" Hannah asked.
"Aleera and her apprentice Marnika. Very quiet and private. I'm guessing we will get to know them better, but they are free to have as much privacy as they want," Liddy explained.
"Fair enough. Let's go find this place we are supposed to go. Hannah may have gotten some good action, but I need to get drilled badly, and I'm betting you need someone hygienic to give you a ride."
"Right now, I'd settle for being paid for my body than using it to pay bullshit fines and bribes."
"Well, then I'm glad I helped move things along. That man was shy and bashful before I took care of him. He would have stuttered and blushed his way and dragged the whole thing out to spend more time with the pretty girls," Hannah elaborated. "This way, he gets satisfied and relieved of any sexual tension long enough to do his job."
"And I thank you for that," Liddy replied with a cute curtsy.
"Though feel free to use us next time a matter needs to be settled," Hannah added. "You can pay us for it later to keep things professional, but I don't want you feeling like we aren't here to help.""Liddy was surprised, reluctant to accept, but very grateful. "Thank you. I don't want to put you through what I just did. I would die having to do it myself all the time. So it is agreed."
"Same with me," Mari added. "Except when they look like my old man."
"Oh damn!" Hannah exclaimed. "That's where I know him from! Mari, that was your dad! After we ran away from the slums, he overheard someone use my name at the bar years later and wanted to know where you were. Told him we split up. Said he was leaving the city for a job and wanted to take you with him."
"You are shitting me!" Mari shouted in disbelief.
"No! He grew a beard, but yes, it is him! Guess you made a good call with your hair and ink. He didn't recognize you at all."
The three women let the awkward silence sit for a while. Liddy stifled a comment about how it could have been worse if Mari had taken him to bed instead.
"How did he not recognize you, Hannah?" Liddy elected to ask instead.
Hannah looked at Liddy and then to Mari. "Remember that time we got drunk and went to get your head shaved?"
"Oh damn," Mari facepalmed herself. "When you passed out and they shaved yours."
Hannah leveled a glare at Mari. "Yes, they did. And you still owe me for that." Then she looked to Liddy. "They asked how much I wanted to have cut, I thought they said 'keep,' I told them all of it."
Liddy gasped. "Oh no!"
"So, yeah, it was a week later, so I guess he just expected me to have a shaved head, and with things being so out of context, he just didn't notice me or Mari. Besides, Mari was a blonde when she left. If anyone reminded him of anything, it would be you looking like..."
"My mom. Almost thought you were when we first met, but that's another story. Some other time," Mari stated before taking off down the boarding ramp.
"Well. Either way, it's good that he didn't recognize either of you. Now let's put this from our minds and get to work."
The trip to the stadium was easy, given it was the main point of entertainment for the city. Their papers got them through the doors to the private boxes without having to avail themselves to the guards like Hannah and Mari often did to sneak into events back home. Finding the specific private box, the girls got inside and were greeted to a massive lounge with the walls and floor entirely made out of glass. Hannah looked down and wondered who would be looking up her dress, but quickly saw that any viewers would be sadly too distant.
"Okay, meet and greet, seduce, and bring back to the ship. If they don't like leaving, blame the law and shrug. Let's go," Liddy commanded.
They split up to find their marks. Hannah went to the bar for a drink, while Mari went to the window so she could get a good view while her breasts pressed on the glass. Liddy looked for the most comfortable seat and found an expensive suit sitting with a pair of bored women under his arms.
"It's a shame such fine seats don't arouse proper interest," Liddy let the subtly emphasized word hang. "Would there be a seat for me?"
The man concealed a look of surprise but not quite so with his smile. "Indeed there is." He gave a stern look to the woman under his left arm, who took the hint and left.
She let an icy glare fly at Liddy as she walked passed and tried to shoulder bump her. Liddy, seeing the move coming, balanced herself and threw her weight at the right moment to knock the spoiled debutante to her ass. Carrying on with the movement, Liddy took her seat and offered a polite, apologetic look to the woman trying to get back up in her ridiculous dress.
"So terribly sorry. I should really watch where I'm going," Liddy apologized to her mark so he would feel her concerns lay only in what he thought.
"My lady, I say you should think nothing of it," He smiled back. "I'm Lord Frederik. A pleasure."
"Captain Liddy. Truly the pleasure is mine. I believe I passed your estate on the way here. It was impressive as I had been led to believe."
Anyone rich enough to be called Lord or Lady would certainly have the finest estates and most visibly placed to remind everyone who they were.
"Well then, I am glad you found it so pleasing. What brings you to my fair city?"
Liddy slid in closer, putting one leg over his as though preparing to crawl onto his lap. "In search of fun and money, as one invariably leads to the other."
"Oh, I suspect you may then only be after my money, is it?" He stated, disappointing Liddy with his grammar.
"Well, I thought you would provide me with both. One and then the other."
"Direct and beautiful. I think I might like you, my dear Captain Liddy. Had my duelist not just been announced as the next contender, I would be happy to...fill your wallet." His pun made Liddy want to cringe, and she could see the other woman roll her eyes.
"I am in no rush to take us anywhere from these comfortable seats. Let us enjoy the bout down there before having our own in my arena."
"On your ship?"
"Indeed, legal and most importantly, discreet."
The other woman, who Liddy had figured been working her own angle before she arrived, felt the need to speak up. "Oh, really? Why waste time with a whore like her when you have a thoroughbred champion of your own to mount?"
Liddy, despite having just been called a whore, was quietly impressed at the enticing, if somewhat vulgar, proposition. The Lord mistook her impressed look with an offended one.
"Because, Ving, she is only looking to gain money and offers an honest bargain wrapped in a clever seduction. Every time I've 'mounted' you, I end up with surprise repair bills and one less ship," He retorted.
Liddy examined her rival. A rounder and fuller, yet quite feminine figure wrapped in a tightly bound corset, pushing her breasts to the limit. Her green locks of hair falling over them and framing her heart-shaped face. A short brown leather jacket and black leather pants finished with high heavy boots, almost like Mari's, except brown to match the jacket. Dangling from her ears were a fine, simple set of...
"You!" Liddy shouted. "You are the one who cut me off at the docks!" Her mark forgotten, Liddy's blood was up. "I had to pay for damages and deal with a very unpleasant dockmaster," She seethed, bringing her voice down to a level tone.
"You were in my way. I can't help it if you can't fly well enough to avoid hitting other ships," Ving scoffed.
"Ladies," Lord Frederick interrupted before anything got violent. "We typically settle these kinds of disputes with a wager."
"What kind of wager?" Liddy asked, trying to recover and show that the Lord's attention was always more important than her problems.
"Well, the next bout is a close match. Bet something on that to settle the matter. Win or lose, at least it's settled officially," He explained, calling over a game wager official.
"Fine," Ving agreed. "We bet the fine and docking fees."
"I haven't anything left to bet because of the fine. I only have my ship, and it is worth more than those fees."
"Then I bet my ship," Ving countered.
"That small thing?"
"That was one of the Lord's racers. I mean my personal ship. Smaller than the junker you sail in, but worth more, I bet."
"Deal!" Liddy blurted out before realizing what she had just committed herself to.
Lord Frederik could feel her tremble as she tried to maintain her glare. "Who will you wager on, Ving?"
"Your champion, of course!" She replied, assured of herself.
The official signed off on the betting slip, and the match quickly begun, leaving Liddy intently focused on the arena below. As the fight was about to begin, the champion gave a bow, and the announcer declared a forfeit.
"What?!" Ving shouted, leaping out of her seat. "You can't do that!"
"My dear, this is the qualifying match-ups. He has nothing to lose by this. So I gave him the signal. We do this all the time to fix the match-ups for drama. You know this."
"You threw the bet to her! It must be void!"
"Also incorrect. If we cancelled every bet because we interfered, nobody would ever win anything. Your ship belongs to the young lady, and you are fired. I still intend to employ her trade, but if you are desperate enough, I can offer you to my house guard."
Ving grit her teeth and shook her head.
"Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid there is a problem," spoke a new official who walked in ahead of another man with a title.
"What is it?" Lord Frederick turned. "Oh, Lord Miton. What seems to be the problem?"
"Captain Ving here seems to have made a double bet," The new Lord explained. "You see, she bet her ship on your champion for his next bout, and I was on my way to watch it with her when it ended so. And apparently, she has wagered it again."
"I see," Lord Frederik said thoughtfully before smiling. "Then perhaps you win the ship, my good friend, and Miss Ving her works for my dear Captain Liddy. In whatever position she desires. Maybe multiple ones."
Things were moving too fast for Liddy to notice the pun. "Agreed," She stated at Lord Frederick. "Sir Lord Miton," She turned. "Would you mind terribly if she were to gather her belongings from your ship?"
He favored her with a smile. "My dear, the last time I dealt with a double bet, I spent more than the winnings in court fighting with the other claimant. If that's all you want, then I am grateful to accept."
"A pleasure doing business with you. Though if you are keen for more business, my good friends should be available," Liddy indicated Hannah and Mari from the audience watching the exchange.
After a stunned look for a moment, he moved towards Mari, who greeted him with a fiendish smile. Ving, on the other hand, was looking stunned and shattered. Liddy decided to toss her a bone.
"You were right when you criticized my flying," Liddy started."Might be obvious I need a pilot."
Ving snapped up to stare at Liddy. "Seriously? Not just going to whore me out in a slum or something?"
"That wouldn't be very civil of me. Fly my ship properly, and you will get paid standard indebted wages. I would need to see the price on your ship, but if it is anything like mine, well, I need to check my math, but I believe your debt would be paid in fifty to sixty years. The choice to take clients would be yours to make."
Lord Frederick let out a hearty laugh. "My dear Captain Liddy! I am in awe of your conduct. Let us retire to your bed and allow me the pleasure of your well-paid body."
"Indeed, let us go. Miss Ving, collect your things and await my pleasure in my cargo bay. Bring everything you can. We will discuss things further once I have been properly mounted."
After Lord Frederick shared a quick word with one of his men and a nod towards Hannah, Liddy fired a glance towards Hannah, letting her know a client was being arranged for her. She enjoyed a much more comfortable carriage ride with the Lord back to her ship than the one she had arrived at the stadium in. Her client took out stacks of bills from a safe inside the floor. She led him up the ramp to the bar for a quick drink.
"For the redhead," he said, putting down a stack and then another. "My champion needed some fun tonight. This one is for you." After pointing to the second stack, he put a jeweled necklace on top.
"You are most generous with my payment. Now I look forward to seeing how generous you are with my pleasure." She let him down his drink and grabbed him by the belt to pull him to her room.
The belt did not last to the bed and fell to the floor somewhere near the doorway. As he kicked off his shoes, Liddy slid off her dress and walked backwards towards the bed to sit on the edge. He had his pants off by the time he reached her and gently pulled her head towards him as he stood at the foot of the bed. She ducked low to take his penis in her mouth and could slowly feel it engorge inside her jaw. Slowly, she moved back and forth, feeling it stiffen with every pass. Happily surprised at its size, she held it in her hands and licked its length several times while looking up into his eyes.
"I shouldn't expect anything less than magnificent from a Lord such as you."
He grinned and pushed her to the bed before flipping her over and pulling her hips up. On her hands and knees, she felt his hand pass over her, and a pair of fingers penetrate. She moaned, expecting some foreplay, before suddenly finding her welcoming womanhood filled with his cock. He leaned forward to grab her wrists and held firm as he thrust wildly, impaling her on him with each pull.
"I believe you expected to be mounted, so I would hate to disappoint such a fine bitch."
"This bitch is in heat and needs her mounting badly," Liddy uttered between thrusts.
Her face kept being driven into her sheets as she felt him thrust over and over into her, making her feel like she was about to be ripped open. Suddenly, she felt the hot fluid bursting inside her.
"Ah, damn!" he shouted.
"No, keep it in. Fill me right up, please. This bitch needs her breeding," Liddy pleaded quickly before he could take it out.
In fine form, he was able to maintain himself while pumping his fluid inside and continue his assault on her body. Meanwhile, Mari came aboard the ship with her own noble following her. She caught a glance at Hannah going down the stairs and hearing a muffled Liddy at work through her heavy doors. With such a fine guest, she wagered her room wouldn't be impressive enough, so she moved into the lounge. She jumped to sit on the bar and poured a drink, resting her feet on the stools, one foot on each with her legs spread. Her client came before her and reached for a drink, but Mari stopped him. She held him by the chin and guided his face between her legs. His head tucked in close, and she felt his lips exploring hers. She sipped her drink as she smiled and bit her lip as his tongue found its way inside. | 4 |
108,268 | Steampunk Harlots Ch.03 | Hannah said goodbye to her new friend and favored him with a kiss in view of the carriage sent to pick him up that had already collected his Lord. She went to join Liddy who was relaxing in the lounge at the front of the ship, counting money.
"So is this part of the job better or what?" Hannah asked.
"I enjoyed myself quite a lot last night, but this is fun too," Liddy smiled and teased the jeweled necklace resting between her marginally covered breasts. "I'm just happy I got the first token."
"I seem to recall snagging myself a rather fancy billfold," Mari said, coming into the lounge.
"Pilfered would be more accurate," Liddy grinned. "But as long as the client leaves happy, I suppose I can't be too upset. Also, you snagged almost twice the rate I would have charged."
"And here I thought you would be angry with not consulting you," Mari sat next to Hannah.
"Well, I mostly just wanted to make sure you either didn't sell yourselves cheap or hack anyone off with a ridiculous price. Besides, I'd rather you not interrupt me while with a client. Seeing as he's got his cock too far down my throat for me to talk anyways. You exercised your own judgment and did well. I was honestly expecting to hire dumb sluts when I made that rule. How was yours, Hannah?"
"Preferred men, so we just talked and tried to guess your noises all night," Hannah replied.
"Oh, well..." Liddy was surprised. "Glad you stuck with him to keep the secret. Finding a new client would have caused an issue. Thank you for being discrete and not letting your lust get the better of you."
"Sometimes it is nice to just talk. Poor man probably hasn't been able to be open with anyone in a long time. Had we been looking for men to work on the ship, I'd have suggested him."
"As big as this ship is, I can't support that much diversity. Women only, and we serve the ample clientele who that interests."
"Yeah, I know. So when is that new bitch getting here?"
"Oh, she's down in the cargo bay," Liddy nodded towards the stairs. "I'm having her sort through all her things so we can do some more decorating. Ving, why don't you come up?"
Ving made her way up in a weary trudge with a scowl on her face. "What now?"
"Ving, be mindful of your position. Either you are my pilot for the next several decades or you are my whore for about one. If you do not mind your manners, then I am more than happy to keep you as a pilot chained up on the bridge."
Ving cringed and swallowed her remarks. "Apologies, Mistress. How may I be of service?" She responded instead.
"Better. Now, if you want life to be better than miserable, then I suggested you try to make some friends."
"Hannah, Mari, I am sorry for any danger I placed you in the other day," Ving addressed the girls. "I may not be happy with this situation, but I am here for a long time, it would seem. Hopefully, we can start over."
"Nope, not convinced," Mari said flatly.
"Mistress Liddy has made my place very clear," Ving gritted her teeth. "I know this all sounds forced, but I do wish to make the best of the situation."
Mari spread her legs. "Then eat me, little bitch. Of course, you don't have to. But I tend to hold grudges, so if you want me to actually believe you're telling the truth, then sacrifice your pride and get on your knees and eat me. The choice is yours to make."
Ving looked to Liddy. "Mistress?" she asked, looking to see if she would stop it.
"I don't require you to do anything of the sort. What happens between you girls is up to you to decide. You made the offer of friendship, that's all I required," Liddy explained.
Ving weighed her options. Having Mari treating her poorly would result in Hannah doing something similar most likely and would influence other girls hired. Giving in and doing what she was told might be a fun hazing for them, but eventually, they would tire and accept her. Also, if Ving was being totally honest with herself, Mari was an amazing-looking woman, and Ving would have gladly pleased her had they met in other circumstances. So Ving made her choice and got down on her hands and knees to crawl over to Mari.
Mari spread her legs and draped them over the armrests to expose herself, having not bothered to wear anything under her skirt. She gripped Ving by her hair and yanked her face up to meet hers and smiled before pushing it back down between her legs. Ving struggled to breathe for a moment before opening her mouth to taste Mari and sliding her tongue between the folds of the sweet flesh Mari offered her. Ving could smell the man who had very recently used the same spot to stuff his cock. She moved her mouth furiously to voraciously devour every centimeter between Mari's legs she was allowed to reach. Her tongue flicked and ran over her clit with great enthusiasm. It wasn't long before Ving found herself undoing her blouse so her breasts could be free for her to tease with her own hands. However, as soon as they were free of her bra, Hannah slapped her hands away. Unable to see, she wasn't sure why until a sudden pinch on her nipple made her realize a clamp had been placed on it. Not only just a clamp, but Ving could feel the weight hanging from it sway as her own body was moved. Soon another clamp was added, and Ving let out a scream smothered as Mari pulled her closer.
Yanked by her hair again, Ving was brought up for a violent kiss with Mari while Mari used her free hand to slap the weights hanging from Ving's bouncing breasts. She squealed each time they tugged at her, and tears streamed down her face. Whatever she thought rough sex was before, it was nothing like what she was receiving now.
"Give up? Or do you want more?" Mari asked finally finishing her penetration of Ving's mouth with her tongue.
Ving gasped. "I..." she muttered before kissed again by Mari. "I want more..." she whispered as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
Mari lifted her top to reveal her massive breasts and placed Ving on her left one while continuing to play with the weights hanging from Ving. Hannah had retrieved another toy and after a big windup, she slammed it against Ving's leather-covered ass. Ving screamed into Mari's breast.
"Finger that pussy. You aren't doing enough with your hands," Hannah laughed as she undid Ving's belt to take off her pants.
Ving complied, putting three fingers inside Mari and working them furiously as she felt her pants being pulled down to expose her now reddened ass. Another loud slap, and Ving screamed again. Not just from the assault on her bare bum, but how her reaction to it jolted her and caused the weights on her nipples to tug and yank even more. Repeated strikes with the paddle elicited a scream every time, and Ving was quite visibly bawling under the brutal attentions. Mari had transitioned Ving to her other breast while Hannah had set down the paddle and pulled Ving's pants from around her knees down to her ankles so she could spread her legs and take a taste herself. Ving was dripping wet when Hannah arrived and was sure to lick slightly as a tease, deliberately ignoring the one spot Ving wanted to feel her most. Ving moaned in protest over her clit being ignored.
"You want something?" Mari asked, easing the pressure from Ving's head against her breast.
"Yes, oh, I want it so badly, just do it, please, Hannah. Finish me off," Ving begged through her tears.
"Show me how you want it," Hannah said, standing beside Ving while lifting her dress.
Ving latched onto Hannah, eating her out in all the ways she craved that would allow her the relief of the pain an orgasm would bring. She slid a pair of fingers deep into Hannah while Mari gently caressed Ving's tender ass, sliding so closely between Ving's legs but never where she wanted it. Her tear-filled eyes looked up at Hannah.
"I'm good for now. All warmed up for clients. Let's go, Mari, and look through Ving's things and see what we want," Hannah started putting her dress back down and walking away down the stairs.
Mari followed, leaving Ving on her knees with her blouse open and pants down around her ankles. The weights still hanging from their clamps on her nipples, and tears falling on her breasts. Her green hair a mess, she looked at Liddy to explain what had happened. Liddy, who had been unable to resist watching, went back to her counting without even a shrug at Ving. Ving collapsed onto the white carpet of the lounge and began sliding the fingers so wet with the juices of Mari and Hannah into herself as she desperately worked towards her desperately desired climax.
Down below, Mari and Hannah could hear Ving sobbing through her moans. It sure wasn't the first time they took a woman down like that. To show her that the world didn't revolve around her wants and needs. Expose them as weak, vulnerable people who need others as friends and not enemies or servants. A harsh lesson, but one that they knew would see Ving become a member of the crew and not a miserable indebted servant. While looking through her clothing and other belongings, Ving came down the stairs. Her blouse still open with the clamps hanging from her abused nipples.She had put her pants back on but left them undone and open.
"Are we good?" Ving asked, looking between Mari and Hannah.
"I'm good," Hannah responded. "Mari?"
Mari ran over to kiss Ving, grabbing the weights and yanking them off. Ving screamed with her lips locked onto Mari's.
"I'm good now," Mari said, soothing the tender nipples with her hand while passing the clamps to Hannah. "Now, is there anything here that would fit me?"
They spent a few hours looking through her things and moving some of her furniture into her new room. Given how small it was, some of the nicer pieces were taken upstairs to fill out the lounge and start getting one of the working rooms in order. When they were finished, they saw Liddy at the forward door to the upper deck. She was welcoming someone, and the girls quickly ran back to their rooms to ready up. Fixing their hair and toweling off after all their fun and hard work, they quickly tidied up and joined Liddy upstairs, who was showing the lounge to some guests.
"It seems that word has spread of our services to the great and good of the city. We have some guests!" Liddy introduced.
The girls smiled and each gave their idea of a cute curtsy before introducing themselves in turn. There were five men in total, two of whom went straight for Mari, who led them to the newly decorated working room. Ving was approached by a third before Liddy led a fourth down the hall to her room. Hannah walked over to the last man, who seemed rather out of his depth.
"I hope I can take care of your needs," Hannah smiled.
"Actually, I am here to bring you to my lord's estate," he explained. "The captain explained that as long as payment was issued on the ship, any activities could be performed anywhere."
"Indeed, that is the case. I am at your disposal."
"If you don't mind, a new dress would be appropriate for your work there, as any guests without sufficiently fashionable attire would attract the wrong impression."
"You want a Lady to be attending a meeting, not a woman providing her obvious trade."
"Indeed," the man sounded relieved that Hannah had been perceptive enough to understand and not take offence at her wardrobe.
Far from being offended, Hannah was thrilled to be getting a new dress. So she walked to the door and saw a chalkboard had recently been hung with all the girls' names listed. Beside hers was "off ship" while the rest were listed as occupied.
The shop Hannah was taken to was a small but elegant shop, tucked away no doubt for privacy. Most of what was shown to her was quite over the top, and Hannah wanted something she could wear in style at any city. Also something that would come off in less than 30 seconds. After some searching, she settled on a soft pink lace bra that barely covered her nipples with matching panties that hugged her body. Over this, she wore a pure white blouse trimmed in red braid, tight enough to slightly stress the buttons doing it up. Hannah would have to replace the buttons with clasps that can be torn apart without ruining anything. A black dress that hugged just enough of her legs to show them off to anyone paying attention but avoid attracting attention from anyone else. It lifted easily and could gather around her hips without getting in the way or wrinkling afterwards. The older gentleman blushed at the "tests" Hannah had done during the fitting. She placed her older clothes in the carriage that would take her home afterwards. During the final leg of the trip, Hannah was given some final instructions on how to act. Of course, Hannah used to sneak into noble parties to get laid and snag expensive food and knew how to walk straight and not look at servants; she also knew everywhere was different.
Once she arrived, she waited for the valet to open her door and walked out without looking. Disinterested and bored was the best expression to have when you walked into a place you didn't belong. Not that she went unnoticed, but she didn't stand out beyond the sight of a beautiful woman. Inside, she walked down a long hall decorated more in abstract wealth than good taste, but she knew from experience that some people thought that as long as a thing was expensive, it made them look good. A door opened, and Hannah was led inside to a private bedroom where a woman was waiting.
"Welcome. My husband is getting ready and will be here in a moment," said the woman.
Hannah looked at her. Her face looked sad and lonely, framed in a much duller shade of red hair than Hannah had. She seemed like she wanted to be anywhere else. Hannah could see the reason. Her belly was massive with a child due at any moment it seemed. Clearly, her husband no longer found her interesting, and thus Hannah had been hired.
"You look wonderful, My Lady," Hannah curtsied with a smile. "Surely a beautiful child to come."
"Thank you... miss," she fumbled, wondering how to address someone so below her station in a respectful manner. "For your own good though, please do not speak with my husband. He would not appreciate it."
Hannah gave a nod in understanding. While she was forced to wait, she was wondering how Mari and the girls were getting on with their clients.
Mari had been pushed to the bed as the two men came into the room after her. Quickly, they took off their shirts and smiled at her. Not considering her worth any words, they yanked off her clothing without preamble and began to grab her. Yanking at her breasts and her piercings, finding them a novelty. One smacked her right across the face with an open hand. As Mari recovered, they took off their pants and pulled Mari to the floor. On her knees, Mari got the hint and grabbed each of their cocks, sucking off one and then the other. Taking one deep down her throat, then the other. She was looking forward to what she knew was coming next. Satisfied with his warm-up, one laid down on the bed while the other picked Mari up and tossed her to his friend. He caught her and maneuvered her legs apart, bringing her down upon his cock. Lifting her up and slamming her down, Mari loved the rough handling and looked around for the other to stand in front of her to get her throat again. Instead, she felt him grab her ass, and she only had moments to prepare for him to suddenly shove his cock deep inside her ass. His hands reached around to grab her by her mouth, penetrating it with his fingers and her neck, slightly choking her as he violently sodomized her with each thrust, also pumping the cock in her pussy. Her tits were further abused by the man she was on top of as he grabbed her piercings and was almost using them to sit himself up. Tears streamed down her face as she cried under the assault before letting out a scream as she orgasmed. Unable to focus to count, she lasted thirty seconds before she subsided, but the assault on her body did not, and a few short minutes later, she was brought to climax again. Her second round had elicited a fountain of hot fluid inside her ass as the man she was getting assfucked from was finished off. He pulled out and collapsed on the floor exhausted. His partner flipped Mari to the bed and got on top of her to slam his cock into her over and over as her head hung over the bed to afford a view of the man who had assaulted her ass. Again, he slapped her face, and then her tits each suffered under an assault until she screamed again in orgasm. Before she had finished screaming, she felt him lose control and fill her up with his cum deep inside her. He pulled out and pushed her off the bed to lay on the floor while he laid down to recover.
Back at the estate, Hannah finally saw her client enter the room wearing only a robe. "Ah, finally. I get a woman worth bedding. What do you think, Elsa?"
"Most beautiful. Fine flesh that should prove pleasing to you," his wife explained, almost choking on the words.
"Undress her," he ordered as he dropped his robe and climbed onto the bed.
He was overweight but thankfully not monstrously so. Hannah didn't mind heavier men per se, but lamented having to literally climb a man or move his body out of her way to find what she was looking for. His wife came over and gently undid her blouse. Hannah breathed in sharply but quietly whenever the woman's fingers touched her breasts. Hannah was determined to let the poor wife know she was going to be the one turning Hannah on. It seemed she was getting the message when Hannah moaned slightly as her panties were slowly slid off. Far more slowly than they should have been, as though the pregnant woman was suddenly trying to savor the experience.
Fully naked, Hannah remained standing to wait for her client to beckon her to the bed. When he did, she walked over and then crawled onto the bed, hoping he would give an indication of how he wanted her. He lay prostrate and said nothing, but Hannah could clearly see him swelling, so she leaned down to take him in her mouth and slowly work her tongue over his cock and sliding it down her throat. Not as deep as she liked, but no sense in complaining about the limits of a man she had no expectations for. He soon made a noise, and Hannah slid him out of her mouth and looked up. He motioned for his wife to come over.
"Continue, girl," Hannah returned her attention to his cock while he continued. "See how she does it! That's how you should be pleasing me every night. None of this complaint about gagging. She goes all the way. Look at her!"
Hannah looked directly at Elsa and darted her eyes towards the foot of the bed. There she saw Hannah's left hand pointing at her before sliding between her legs and pushing into her. Hannah kept her eyes locked with the wife's, unseen over her client's gut, and moaned as best she could with a full mouth as she pleased herself. Elsa could see Hannah dripping while looking at her.The fact that her husband's cock was slowly licked by another woman's tongue suddenly made her tingle between her legs, imagining it was her womanhood being licked. Of course, it didn't last as another grunt made it clear he was ready to have Hannah move on.
He gestured for Hannah to move up, and quickly she realized he wanted her on his face. So she put her dripping pussy over him and slowly ground into him. He grabbed her by the thighs and inelegantly mouthed all around without direction. Elsa had moved behind the head of the bed to look at Hannah, who reached out and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close for a kiss. She pushed her tongue deep and felt the gesture returned as they moved against each other in bliss. Hannah's other hand slid down over her breasts, but Elsa knew their goal and lifted her dress. Soon Hannah was two fingers deep inside the woman, and while one hand slowly penetrated her, the other caressed her pregnant belly. Quite fit for a woman that far along, Hannah loved how smooth and soft her skin was. Her breasts had gotten much bigger than they must have been previously. Stretch marks were obvious, but Hannah dove on them after breaking the kiss. Her client, trying to wriggle a finger inside her, was amused enough for the time being, as any effort of Hannah's to make it better was wasted on him. So she continued to please the breasts of the neglected wife. Hannah had to put a hand over her mouth so her husband wouldn't overhear.
Eventually, he tired of 'pleasing' Hannah and pushed her down to finally get ridden, not seeing his wife put her dress down and putting her breasts away. Hannah ground into him and slowly lifted herself up and down with her legs as she kneeled over him. But while she went through the motions to please the man, who wasn't sparing any real effort on his part, Hannah wanted his wife to enjoy herself. Hannah ran her hand through her own hair and bit her lip, moaning softly. Pushing her chest out and fondling them with her other hand, she spared glances at her client to make him feel like he was relevant before closing them again, knowing Elsa would realize she was the one Hannah was thinking of, unable to look at her directly while in his view. Almost too quickly, he finished with a disappointing spurt inside her. Hannah kept going through the motions until he motioned for her to get off, apparently having trouble breathing after such an effort.
"Show her out," he mumbled.
"Of course, my Husband," Elsa replied.
Slowly, as Hannah gathered her clothing, he got to his feet and left the room. Before Hannah could turn, she felt her breasts grabbed from behind gently as a pregnant belly pressed on her back.
"Oh, my woman, I want you. I am ashamed that I can't please my husband, but so desperately want to feel loved. He will be gone quite some time. I don't mean to keep you, but I can't resist begging you to stay a moment with me."
"My Lady, you must never beg me of anything I freely choose to give," Hannah turned to kiss her again.
A knock came at the door, and the man who had dropped Hannah off spoke. "I am here for the girl. Is she decent?"
"A moment, Hurda. A woman's wardrobe takes time and care to make elegant," Elsa responded.
Sadly forced to redress, Hannah smiled gently and kissed Elsa again. As Hannah dressed, Elsa had left for a moment before returning. Once ready, they left, and Elsa escorted them.
"Wait for her in the carriage, I wish to speak a moment longer."
"My Lady?" Hurda asked.
"Her and her talents won't be available forever, and I need advice. You will wait for her while we have a women's discussion. I will send her out through the kitchens. It is almost time for other arrivals, and I do not wish for a harlot to be noticed."
"Understood," he bowed and walked off.
Elsa showed Hannah into a room with a massive table that, if she was any judge of decor, Hannah guessed was a ready room for the food from the kitchen, where it was placed after prepared but before it was served. She didn't wait long after the door closed before dropping to her knees and getting up the dress of Elsa, who gasped as she leaned against the door.
"Apologies," she muttered, amusing Hannah at how many gasps she had to get through just to say the one word. "I didn't want him to think I respected you."
Hannah stopped. "Whore, slut, fuck trash, I have been called a lot, but I really love the name Harlot. How can this little Harlot make you happy, My Lady?"
"I've been told that enough pleasure can make a woman shake and seize. I never understood until you touched me, and I felt it building. Now more than before as you do those things to me. Do this for me, please?"
Hannah didn't respond verbally but did use her mouth. As much as she wanted to make it last, she knew she didn't have time and got to work with her tongue quickly over her clit. Elsa had learned from the bedroom to cover her mouth, and even still, she screamed into it as suddenly, like a dam breaking, her juices flowed all over Hannah's face. Her legs trembled, and she could barely stand. Hannah stood up and checked her blouse, seeing wet spots all over, making it cling to her breasts.
"Here, take this token," Elsa said, handing what looked like a large metal coin. "I was born in Valley Hub before being married to the duke here." Hannah inwardly cringed, knowing the response Liddy would have at that name. "This will grant you an easy pass for docking and working, as well as significant leeway for any issues that might arise. It is the only way I have to thank you."
"Thank you so much!" Hannah knew she shouldn't take any payment for sex from clients, but a token should be fine considering nobody was around... "Who are you?"
Hannah's quick glance had settled on the girl holding the tray of drinks. She had soft blue-green hair in waves around her shoulders, stopping just before they started to hide a pair of breasts that rivaled Hannah's. A smart maid uniform of blue and grey trimmed in white lace at the end of her skirt. Quite a beautiful young woman, but the most noticeable quality aside from her sparkly skin the shade of honey was the broad wings that belonged on a rare butterfly coming from her back.
"I am so very sorry..." she squeaked, almost terrified.
Elsa was equally terrified at being seen with Hannah between her legs. Hannah looked between them, wondering just how much trouble she was in. She gave Elsa a tap on the arm, snapping her out of shock. She walked over to the fairy girl, reaching behind her for what to Hannah looked like her wings, but instead, a leash. It attached to the collar Hannah had missed around her neck. She handed it to Hannah.
"The Duke would like to thank you for your excellent service. Please take this Emberborn Slave as a token of his appreciation. Also, poor Easy deserves better than what happens to her here."
"Easy?" Hannah asked.
"Her name. You strike me as the kind of caring woman who would not keep slaves, so I hope she finds some freedom with you. Also, I cannot have her stay here with what she has seen. Her mouth is not known for staying shut."
Easy looked away, knowing full well how true that was but also trying to contain the excitement of being allowed to leave. Elsa reached into a small pouch at the back of the maid outfit and brought out some papers. She signed them with a pen Hannah wondered where she had kept hidden and showed it to Hannah.
"Don't sign until you are sure you can free her and see her safe. Otherwise, send her back. As bad as things can be here, it's worse out there without a home," Elsa explained. "Now show her out and let her hold your leash."
A quick kiss, and Elsa left them. Hannah looked surprised at Easy, who quickly set down her tray and led the way through some doors. She wondered how she would explain this to Liddy.
Liddy, meanwhile, was against the wall of her cabin with her naked back against the yellow glass of her bedroom, with her legs wrapped around the man who was thrusting into her and against the glass. Her hands braced herself more to protect the window than to help her client, but it worked both ways. He was holding her by her breasts and frequently breaking their kiss to suck at them and bite her nipples gently. She had already climaxed for him earlier when he had been fucking her bent over her wardrobe with her face almost touching the mirror. He had been holding her by her hair, yanking with each thrust and making her watch him look at her with contempt. Like most aristocracy, he felt she was beneath him, but that's what he paid for, so Liddy loved it when doing her job was so easy. He let her drop to the floor and pushed inside her mouth, pinning her head against the wall as he kept driving it deep down her throat. Then, grunting loudly, Liddy felt him pump into her mouth as he pulled out just enough to get it over her tongue. He held her jaw to keep her mouth open and unable to swallow until he was finished. Liddy moved her tongue around, letting him see his seed flowing all over her mouth before he let go and let her swallow. He moved away and redressed before leaving the bedroom.
Hannah was explaining to Hurda about how it was common practice to provide women in her profession non-monetary rewards for excellent service and asked if it was common practice with his line of work as well. He sheepishly explained it was not and jealously wished he had been rewarded with a slave like Easy. When they arrived, Hannah could see Ving bent over the railing on the upper deck in front of the bridge. She waved with a curious look on her face as Hannah walked by with her new slave. Ving, being the pilot, apparently figured that would be the best place to do her first client.
Of course, earlier, Ving had been taken inside the cockpit.With the steering and engines shut down, Ving held onto the wheel while her client behind her felt her up through the leather pants she was wearing at the time. He grabbed roughly, but because of Mari and Hannah, most of the pain was from their greeting earlier. If anything, Ving was slightly numb from the experience. She took off her blouse herself as he fumbled with his own shirt, and she turned around to kiss him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Ving did not enjoy chest hair, but the client gets the girl he pays for, and he pays for one that wants him. She slowly moved herself so her nipples would feel along his chest and move his hairs. He pushed her back against the wheel and lifted her leg onto the throttle lever that was thankfully locked in place. Pulling his own cock out, Ving started rubbing herself to get her wet enough to admit him inside. Plenty hard, he plunged it in, and Ving immediately regretted not lubricating it with her throat before. Still, after a few thrusts, things felt better, and she let herself moan as he kept her pinned to the wheel. Ving almost didn't notice when he started biting her breasts and yanking her nipples, as they had been numbed from the clamps.
He didn't seem to care or notice her inattention as he pulled her off the wheel and against the door to the forward deck. Facing the door, Ving bent over, holding herself on the door handle as he pushed inside from behind. Then suddenly, he pulled out and pushed into her ass. Ving almost never let men do that to her, and she had to stifle choice words at his initiative before she let out a growl instead, which he took as pleasure. Keeping himself inside her ass, he pulled her by her hair until he had her almost upright. Holding her like this, he moved to open the door and pushed Ving out on deck, where he bent her over the railings and continued to grab her by the hips and buck wildly inside her. Eventually, he pulled out and slid it back in where his cock was supposed to go, and Ving cringed at how much she was going to need to wash herself after. He had decided to take his sweet time and enjoy the feeling of fucking Ving in full view of anyone in the docking bay. Ving knew her reputation would turn from racer to whore, but she didn't think it would happen so soon and publicly. He couldn't contain himself much longer and pulled out just in time to cover her back. When he was finished, he left Ving bent over the railing and went back for his clothes before going back downstairs. She didn't realize how much time had passed until she saw Hannah arrive with an actual Fairy on a leash.
After seeing her pass through the doors to the lounge, Ving got up and dressed to go see what was going on.
Liddy was waiting in the Lounge, having seen off the clients a while ago. Mari was laying on her belly on the couch in a clean black dress, something simple she had slid on that was comfortable enough to let her poor bum recover. She was the first to notice Ving and leaned up, looking in surprise. Liddy had been counting money and writing amounts in her ledger when she heard Ving come through the door to the forward deck and looked up.
"Why do you have a fairy on a leash?" She asked, trying to wrap her head around what she was seeing.
"You said we could keep tokens and such. Well, here is a token," Hannah tossed the token Elsa had given her to Liddy. "And this is Easy, the 'and such' part of the equation. Got the papers to free her, assuming we are taking her with us."
"Oh, job interview!" Mari exclaimed. "These are always fun!"
Liddy fired a friendly glare at Mari before turning to Easy and Hannah. "Give me a minute to process this." | 4 |
108,303 | City Girl Turned Country | Hi, my name is Debbi, and until I was 8, I lived in foster homes. My parents were killed in an auto accident when I was just a baby.
Just as I turned 8, they found out that I had an uncle who lived in Wyoming. They contacted him, and he agreed to take me in. The next day, I was on a plane and on my way to Wyoming. I was picked up at the airport by my uncle and his wife.
He was a tall, rough-looking man, and his wife was a small, blonde, very pretty lady.
That night, I was in bed and could hear uncle saying, "Just my luck, we finally get a kid, and it's a fucking girl. Shit, I need help around here, not some dumb girl who will just eat and shit."
I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning, they got me up around 5 a.m., and we ate breakfast. Uncle Jack said I had a big day and better get going. I said, "Uncle, can I help?" He said, "No fucking way, I have lots of work to do and can't be babysitting." I said I would really like to help, and Joan, his wife, said, "Let her go, she can do some things." He said, "Okay, but get dressed fast, I have things to do."
I ran and got a tank top and a pair of jean shorts. I was so fast that I caught up to uncle before he got to the barn. He was going to fill the tractor with fuel. He yelled to one of his hands to get him the can of fuel over in the corner, but he just turned and walked out of the barn. I heard my uncle cuss and say, "Fuck, I would fire him if I didn't need his help so much."
I said, "I'll get it, uncle." I ran over and got the can of fuel. It took all my strength and both my hands to get it over to the tractor. Uncle climbed down and got the fuel. He reluctantly said, "Thanks." I smiled and was kind of proud of myself. Uncle picked me up like I was a feather and sat me on the tractor. He was nice to me and explained all about the farm and what he was doing.
About an hour into our hay cutting, Uncle noticed I was wiggling around like mad. He said, "Debbie, what's the matter?" I said, "I'm really sorry, uncle, but I really need to pee." He smiled and said, "Okay," and stopped the tractor. He said, "Just get down and pee on the ground." I said, "Uncle, you just got through telling me how big the spiders are and that I shouldn't go in the field." "Okay, you're right. So, just drop your shorts and pee over the fender of the tractor." I dropped my shorts and tried, but I was too little to reach and pee over the side.
Uncle started to laugh. He said, "Here, let me help you." He got off the tractor and stood next to the side. He took hold of my naked ass and had me sit. He had his face inches from my naked ass and pussy. I peed, and then uncle wiped my pussy with his big hands. He got back on the tractor, and I said, "Thanks, uncle." He said, "No problem, I will help you every day like that."
About an hour later, uncle stopped the tractor and said he had to pee. I was sitting on the right side of the tractor and thought he would go to the left side and pee, but I was wrong. He whipped out his giant dick inches from my 8-year-old face and peed a lot. I had never seen a dick before and was astounded at how big and wonderful it looked.
Well, it was lunchtime, and we were in the barn. I was just going to jump down and go in the house when uncle said, "Debbie, maybe you better pee now so you won't need to later." He got next to the tractor and stayed there waiting for me to sit in his hands again. I dropped my shorts and sat in his hands again. I peed, and he ran his finger through my stream and even fiddled with my butthole. We walked to the house for lunch, and that's when it dawned on me. I didn't need to pee in the barn; I could have just walked a few feet and peed in the house. The more I thought about it, the more it came to me that uncle must have wanted to hold me as I peed and fiddle with my pussy and butthole.
After lunch, uncle took me back to the tractor, but this time he carried me all the way. He was being totally different towards me. I also noticed that he had taken his big overalls off and was now wearing a loose pair of shorts. He sat me on his lap as he drove the tractor. I could feel his hard dick jumping under my butt. We stopped, and uncle said he needed to pee again. He took out his dick and said, "Debbie, I held you when you peed. Would you like to hold me?" I said, "God, yes, uncle." I grabbed his dick and played with it as he peed. When he was done peeing, I wouldn't let go of his dick. He said, "Debbie, I can't drive if you don't let go of my dick." I giggled and said, "Why, uncle, you don't steer with this, do you?" Uncle said, "Here, you can sit on my lap, and I'll leave it out for you to play with." He sat down, and I tried to climb on his lap. He said, "No way, kiddo, my dick is sensitive, and those shorts of yours will be too rough on it." I looked at him with a questioning look. He said, "You need to take them off." I giggled like mad and had my shorts off in a split second. Uncle had me sit on his lap. He spread my legs and pulled his dick up through my pussy so just the head was sticking up past my pussy. He said, "Now I can drive, and you can hold on here." He took my hand and placed it on his apple-like head.
A little while later, he had me get up and turn around to face him. He moved his dick around in my pussy as he jacked off and shot his white, creamy, warm stuff inside. Then he had me stand on the seat, and he licked all his cum out of my pussy and made me cum.
I had been playing with my pussy for a long time. Being raised in foster homes, I had men, boys, and even a few girls playing with my pussy since I was a little baby. Well, from then on, I was attached to uncle's hip day and night. I was a little shocked that auntie didn't even seem to notice, or if she did, I think she was too afraid. Uncle was a real man and ran his house like a tyrant.
A few days later, I was in the barn, and the man who was disrespectful to uncle the other day by not getting the fuel can for him was there too. I was in my very short cut-off shorts. He came to me and said, "Hey, bitch, I want to see your little pussy." I didn't answer; I just tried to run away. He grabbed my arm hard, hurting me, and then grabbed a handful of my butt cheek sticking out of my shorts. Just as he did that, uncle came in the barn. The guy just kind of sneered at both of us and left. I guess uncle could see I was upset and asked me, "What's the matter, princess?" I told him that the man had grabbed my butt and hurt my arm. I said, "I like it when men play with my butt, but he really hurt my arm." Uncle led me by the hand and out to where the guy was working. There were about four other men there also. Uncle confronted the man. He didn't even lie; he just said, "So what? The little cunt walks around here almost naked. What do you expect?" Uncle said, "Well, she can go totally naked if she wants, and if she wants to let men fuck around with her, that's just fine. But no one is going to force her to do anything, and no fucking asshole like you is going to hurt her." I didn't hurt her. I yelled, "You did too; you grabbed my arm and twisted it." He looked at me and said, "Fuck you, cunt." Uncle stepped up to him and then hit him in the face. As the guy was going down, two of the other men grabbed him and held him as uncle smashed the guy's face. He went down, and daddy and the other men kicked him in the ribs, head, and even in his privates. Uncle told one of the men to go get the guy's belongings and put him in a pickup truck and drop him off about 20 miles away. Uncle called a meeting and told his hands that they were not to ever touch me unless I wanted it. I was at the meeting wearing a white skirt and no top.
That very afternoon, I was near the corral and saw this guy peeing. I walked up to him and just watched. He looked at me and said, "Oh, Debbie, I didn't know you were like watching there. Please don't tell your uncle." I said, "Why?" "Because I don't want to get fired. Oh, daddy said he would fire a guy if he did something I don't want." I said, "I like your pee, and you have a nice dickey." His dick was still out. He said, "You like it?" I said, "Sure, I love to see it. Will you shoot your stuff so I can watch?" He said, "You really want me to do that, and you won't tell your uncle?" I said, "I won't tell, and besides, I jack uncle off every day, and we both love it." He started to jack off. I got close and said, "Here, let me do that." I fished his balls out of his trousers and then started to jack him off. His dick was fat, and I had a hard time getting my little 8-year-old hand around it. I ended up using both hands. Just as he was cumming, another guy came walking up. He stood there and watched me pull the guy's dick until he shot his cum all over my legs. I looked at the other guy and said, "Don't tell, and I'll do yours tomorrow." I started to walk away. He yelled after me, "Deal!"
Uncle showed me one of his horses and said I needed to wash him down. I was wearing a tank top and white tee shirt and little pink panties. I did my best, and with uncle's help, got most of the big horse washed. Uncle said, "Okay, almost done." He filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and gave it to me. He said, "Well, go ahead." I looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. He pointed under the horse to his giant dick. I got all red in the face. The horse's cock was long and fat and bigger than my whole arm. I crawled under the horse and started to feel the monster cock. It was just like a man's, but so, so much bigger. I could literally shove the tip of my finger in the hole at the end of it. I washed it over and over, having a great time. Uncle said, "Debbie, take off your tee shirt and panties." I did, and then he said, "Now go and see if you can make him cum." I giggled and stripped fast. I went under the horse and worked over his cock really good. I heard the horse kind of snort. Uncle said, "He's going to cum, Debbie. Point it at your pussy."I did, and the horse let loose with a good gallon of cum, shooting all over my pussy, belly, and up to my face. I used the giant sperm-covered cock to masturbate my pussy. When I was done, uncle got me out from under the horse and washed me with the warm, soapy water. I put my t-shirt on and grabbed my panties. Uncle took my panties from me and threw them away. He looked at me and said, "No more of these." I giggled and said, "You mean I can go without panties from now on?" He said, "No, I mean you can't wear panties anymore." I hugged uncle and gave him a good kiss. He held me tight and French kissed me. I walked around all the farm hands with my very short t-shirt on. At least half my pussy and ass was sticking out. | 3 |
108,749 | Lawn Boy | His name was Seamus. He was 15, somewhat big for his age, blonde, and had the bluest eyes. And a body that was incredible. It was easy to tell he was a jock from his chiseled torso. I think he knew of my... interest in him. He usually cut my lawn wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. Judging from the bulge he made in them, I figured he had to have a big cock. I would sometimes watch him from the porch, drooling as I sipped lemonade while pretending to read the paper. I'm sure it was flattering having a 35-year-old man lusting after you. Today he looked exceptionally hot, and I decided to go inside the house before I lost all self-control.
I was watching the news when I heard a knock at the door. "Hey Seamus, all done?" I greeted my lawn boy.
"Yeah, Bill."
"You want to come inside for a bit?" I asked, inviting him to do something he had done before.
"Sure," he replied with a big smile. He came in, his shirt hanging over his bare shoulder. He plopped himself down onto the sofa.
"Would you like something to drink? Lemonade, beer...?"
He grinned at me and replied he'd take a beer. I laughed and went to the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator, I thought, "Why the hell not?" So I brought back 2 beers. He grinned even larger as I brought both beers. As I handed him the beer, I warned, "Needless to say, this little fact doesn't leave this house."
"Of course."
He anxiously took the beer from my hand and began drinking it as I took my seat next to him. He was sitting with his legs open. As this was a love seat, that meant our legs were touching. He wasn't normally this... comfortable in the house, and so I felt emboldened. As we drank and visited, I let my hand casually rest on his firm thigh. He had hairy legs for someone his age, although the blonde hairs weren't as obvious against his pale skin. My pulse began racing when he didn't move his leg or my hand.
I got up and brought us some more beers and then sat back down, placing my hand a little higher than it had been before, now at the junction of where the satiny cloth from his shorts ended at his bare leg. I glanced down at his package and noticed it was somewhat larger. Was it possible that my fantasies would actually become realized? I anxiously pondered. I looked up at his face, and he smiled back at me. A smile that made me melt. I decided to take a huge risk. I slid my fingers beneath the fabric of the shorts and just let them sit there. Again, no obvious response from him, although a tent began forming more rapidly in his navy blue shorts. As my heart pounded in my chest, I began running my hand up his furry thigh slowly, the shorts rising and revealing more of his creamy flesh.
As my hand went higher, his legs opened wider. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the sofa. I quickly found his hard cock and balls. He wasn't wearing underwear, and so my hand was much more free to explore him. He had large balls and a cock to match. I couldn't believe how gifted he was as my fingers wrapped around the thick meat. It had to be near 7-8 inches. It twitched firmly beneath my grip. I moved the shorts, allowing his rod to escape its confines. I know it may sound trite, but his cock was absolutely gorgeous. I let my hand run up and down the shaft, the velvet skin riding easily over the rock-hard shaft beneath it.
I had become completely entranced playing with his cock and nuts, and then felt his firm grip on my head, nudging me down. I followed his guidance, my lips parting with eagerness as the head of his cock approached, and then I engulfed his dick with my mouth. He moaned softly as more and more of his inches disappeared into the welcoming warmth of my mouth and throat. My head slowly rode up and down his wonderful meat as I savored this morsel. His skin was slightly salty from the sweat he developed while mowing, and that was joined by the saltiness of his pre-cum.
I released his hardness from my mouth and turned my attention to his slightly hairy balls. I began sucking on them lightly, rolling them around with my tongue when I noticed his hands at the waistband of his shorts. I moved as he pushed them down past his smooth hips. I grabbed them and pulled them down the rest of the way, removing them from his feet. I began gently kissing the tops of his feet, working my way up his tight legs. As I reached his luscious thighs, his legs spread even wider. I worked his balls some more and then got up off of the couch and quickly sank to my knees in front of him, a supplicant worshipping this young Adonis. As I positioned myself between his knees, he smiled at me knowingly, and then his hands reached out and took control of my head and guided my hungry mouth back to his cock.
As soon as his flesh pressed against my tongue, I began sucking his cock maniacally. His hands were vigorously pumping my head up and down as he began moving his hips, fucking my mouth. As his ass lifted off the couch, I placed my hands around his hips and grabbed onto his tight ass cheeks, encouraging him to assault my throat more. He forced me to deep-throat him, his cock buried completely inside my mouth, my lips brushing his pubic hairs with each hurried thrust. Soon I heard him saying "Oh shit! Oh shit!" and then his salty prize flooded into my throat. His grip held me in place as he continued filling me with his cum.
When the most powerful gushing had eased, his grip relaxed. I continued sucking the precious fluid from his softening cock for a few moments. I kissed up his abs until I reached his nipples and then gently sucked on each before finally getting up and sitting next to his naked body.
"That was fucking awesome!" he exclaimed. "Can you suck on my balls some more?"
I was only too happy to! I lowered my head to his groin and did as he asked for a few minutes. I sat back up and grabbed my beer, washing down the remaining drops of his young juice. We sat in silence drinking our beer. It was obvious Seamus had something on his mind. I was hoping he wasn't feeling bad. I didn't know if this was his first same-sex experience or not, but I didn't want him regretting it. Soon the spell was broken as he asked, "Have you ever taken it up the butt before?"
I turned my head, looking into the vastness of his eyes before responding, "Yes."
"Did you like it?" he inquired.
"Yeah, I did."
He took another drink from his beer, announced he had to go pee, and then headed to the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of his bubble butt as it disappeared down the hall. I heard him relieving himself and then was rewarded by his naked body returning to the living room, his cock swaying with his panther-like movements. He walked to the couch until he was standing in front of me, his cock nestled comfortably atop his nut sack. "Get me hard again," he said matter-of-factly. I couldn't believe my fortune as I moved to the edge of the couch to comply. I began kissing his youthful body, lavishing attention on his growing cock. As it began to stiffen, I took it into my mouth, encouraging its continued swelling.
As I continued breathing new life into his rod, I felt his hands lightly touching my face and hair. I glanced upward, his cock filling my mouth, and saw him beaming down at me. I once again took his ass cheeks into my hands and focused all my efforts on pleasing his firm dick. When his cock had returned to its full glory, he pulled it away from me. I made to follow, but he stopped me: "Take your clothes off." Desperately wanting his cock back in my mouth, I quickly threw my shirt off and then stripped out of my shorts and boxers. As soon as all my clothing was removed, I returned to his cock. As I worked his cock, he said, "You like my dick, don't you?" I responded by taking him into me more greedily, wrapping my arms around him as I devoured every morsel. "Good," he replied, "I'm going to fuck you with it."
This stopped me in my tracks. What did he just say?! I wondered, staring up at him. Finally, my voice returned to me, and I asked aloud, "What?"
He gazed at me predatorily. "You heard me."
I couldn't believe it. I stared at his large cock and imagined it entering me. I looked back up at him. The gaze was still there. "I... I'll go get some lube." I rose up off my knees and headed toward the bedroom. I grabbed the bottle out of my nightstand and turned around to find Seamus right there. He took it out of my hand. I watched him open the bottle and squeeze some of the fluid into his palm and then cover his cock with it. I stared as his throbbing cock became coated with it, the skin glistening as the lube was rubbed on.He closed the lid, tossed it onto the bed, and then grasped my shoulders and slowly turned me around.
He pushed me closer to the bed, and as soon as my thighs were pressed against the blanket, I bent over, widening my stance as I felt Seamus's hands guiding his rod to my hole. I was filled with a hungry lust as I felt his cock pushing at the entrance to my ass. As the hard rod invaded my ass, I felt fire and electricity shoot through me. He was gripping my hips as he shoved his dick deeper inside me. I strained against its girth and length, at the same time wanting more of it. His youthful exuberance took over, and he forced his cock to bury itself in me. I had to bite the blanket beneath me, and my hands grabbed at the bed as his rod came to rest, his athletic body pressed against mine. "Fuck yeah!" he muttered as he began to withdraw his cock slowly and then thrust it completely forward once more.
I was moaning loudly, and this seemed to turn him on as he began fucking me harder and faster. He was pounding me into the mattress, the bed creaking with objections as his rod continued to plunder my ass. As the words "Fuck me, fuck me!" escaped from my mouth, he rushed to fulfill my desires. As he rammed me with such vigor, his cock slipped out of my ass a couple of times. Each split-second delay seemed like an eternity until he was once again inside me. Our bodies glistened with sweat as he continued the onslaught. I found myself pleading for him to go deeper until at last his body slammed into mine, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me as it unleashed his cum. I clamped my ass muscles down around his rod, causing it to spasm more.
I felt a sense of loss when he pulled his dick out of me. He looked at me and smiled broadly, saying, "That was incredible!"
"Yes, it most certainly was!" I responded.
"I should probably get cleaned up," he announced as he headed to my bathroom. I followed his lithe body and joined him in the shower. I took over washing him and then drying him off afterward. I was even more his ardent adorer. We walked back to the bedroom. He sat on my bed and lifted up the clock. "Well, there's still enough time," he said ominously.
I looked at him curiously. He returned my confused look with another infamous smile and stretched out on the bed, his dick looking a little larger than when in the shower. "Time for another blowjob," he responded, tucking his hands beneath his head as it rested against my pillow. How it must be to have a teenager's stamina, I thought to myself.
I walked around the bed, his sapphire eyes following me. I then leaned down and began kissing him on the lips. His mouth opened, and his tongue darted out as he returned my kiss passionately. We kissed deeply as my hand slid down his taut body until finding its target. His cock was already almost completely hard again, and my fingers coaxed it the rest of the way. As my mouth began the trip down his body to once again take him inside of me, Seamus grabbed onto my cock and began jerking me off. My head then lowered over the ash-blonde pubes of his crotch as my lips welcomed his firmness into my mouth.
I worked his cock slowly for a time as I neared orgasm. As my orgasm grew closer, I sucked him faster, slobbering over his meat, stopping to catch my breath as my cock exploded in his hand. After I had stopped cumming, he instructed me to get on my back. I climbed onto the bed and did as he asked. His body moved over me until he was straddling my chest, and then he shifted so his cock was jabbing me in the face. I opened my mouth immediately, and he entered me, his body rising and falling over me as he began to fuck my throat. Once again, I held onto his body as he thrust back and forth in my mouth. As he began pounding my face, my head was forced to bounce lightly off the mattress as his pumping became more intense. He fucked me wildly until finally reaching orgasm when he once again flooded my throat with his juice.
After we lay side by side on the bed, each of us catching our breath, he planted a wet kiss on me and then walked to the living room. I followed him like a puppy and watched in sadness as he pulled his shorts and shirt on.
"I have to get home, Bill," he said, opening the door. Before leaving, he turned to me and said, "OK, see you tomorrow." Smiling at my stunned expression, he shut the door. | 6 |
108,912 | Winning Points with My Stepdad | His dick began growing pretty quickly in my mouth. Stan rubbed my head as I blew him. "Suck that cock, Liam!" Once he was completely hard, he grabbed my head and pulled it down. As his big cock shoved into my throat, I gagged. After a few times of doing this, Stan pushed me back. He got off the bed and had me lay down on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. "Hold your breath," he said. I took a deep breath just as his dick began sliding into my mouth. He kept going quickly. It still made me gag but not as badly. I soon learned to take a breath whenever he moved his cock backward. But then he started shoving more into me. I fought to not breathe while his thick rod completely filled my mouth and throat. At one point, he held it in so long that I started pushing against him. I thought I would choke to death! He started pumping it in my mouth, and I watched his furry balls bouncing as he humped my throat. I moved my hands up and down the back of his strong legs, up onto his butt cheeks, and also rubbed his balls while he continued stuffing his thick meat down my throat.
After roughly fucking my face, he pulled out. I wiped the tears that streamed down my cheeks from my gagging as he poured the liquid on his cock again. He slid my body around on the bed, thrust my legs into the air, and then he guided his dick back into my hole. It didn't take him as long as last time, but he still had to work to get his rod into my tight butt. Once his cock was buried in my ass, he shoved my knees into my chest, forcing my butt off the mattress, and then he started plowing me good and hard. I was moaning loudly, my eyes closed as he worked my poor butt. Soon I felt his lips on mine, and his tongue was in my mouth. He kissed me wildly as his cock rammed into my aching hole. "You like that fucking, boy?"
"Yes, Stan! Oh god!" I moaned as he switched to slow strokes where he moved his dick backward and then equally slowly returned it deep into my hole. It drove me wild, and he could tell. When I opened my eyes once, he was looking at me smiling. I had never seen him smile at me that way before. I decided to play into it more and started moaning more loudly.
"Fuck yeah!" he said, ramming his dick into me hard and picking up speed again. He adjusted his position so that his cock slipped into me deeper as well. He continued pounding my butt for several moments before pulling out. He shoved me to the side and lay down, his legs bent over the edge of the bed. "Sit on my fucking cock, Liam!"
I moved into position over him and then began sitting down. I had a hard time getting his dick in my butt, so he held onto it while I put it back in my hole. I began sitting down, and I felt his hips pushing it upward. When he let go of his cock, he put both of his hands on my shoulders and pulled me down. "Come on, faggot! Sit on that fucking cock!" I took a breath and forced myself down, feeling his dick sliding into my gut. Once I was sitting against his skin, his fingers on my hips, he began pushing his groin upward. "Ride it, Liam!" I wasn't sure what he meant totally, but I went ahead and started moving up and down since that's all I could figure out. "Yes," he hissed.
After a bit, his hands went up to my shoulders again. "Ride it harder! I want you bouncing on that fucking fat cock!" I did as he wanted, moving my legs up and down rapidly. I watched him pinch his nipples and bite his lower lip as I continued fucking myself with his cock. As the pleasure began building up in me, I started bouncing faster. "YES! Take that goddamned cock, boy!"
Soon he stopped me and shoved me off to the side. I was on my back, and as soon as I saw him moving toward me, I yanked my legs backward to get ready for him. "That's right, faggot! Open up that pussy for me!" He moved into position and quickly shoved his hard meat into me. As he started fucking me hard, he slid forward until my ass lifted off the mattress, and then he drove it deep. I moaned loudly as his thick shaft rammed into me repeatedly. He was really going at it. His body slammed into mine, making a slapping noise. He gripped my ankles and shoved them downward as he continued shoving his fat cock into my ass almost angrily. "You like that cock, Liam?"
"YES, Stan! YES!"
"Of course you do, faggot." He rammed it into me several more times before pulling out again. He flipped me onto my stomach and yanked me to the edge of the bed. I felt his hand grab a fistful of my faux hawk. He pulled my head backward as he rammed his meat into my hole and continued pounding away. It stung as he pulled my hair hard, but it only happened for a few more minutes before he was yelling "FUCK!" and his dick was twitching like crazy in my hole. "I can't even fuck your mother like that, Liam! Son of a bitch!" he said, collapsing against me. I could feel that we were both covered in sweat.
He pulled out of me after a bit and went to the bathroom. I rested on the bed and tried to recover from the pounding I had received. When he returned, he stood next to my bed. He grabbed my head and yanked it to his groin. "Get sucking, boy!" I took his soft dick into my mouth and began blowing him. It took a bit of sucking before I could feel his cock growing again. As soon as he was hard, we traded places with him sitting on the bed, his hairy legs spread apart. "Get on your knees and suck my cock properly," he commanded.
I sank to my knees and continued working his dick. It was so thick, and I could feel the big vein on the underside of the shaft as it slid back and forth over my tongue. He leaned back as I blew him. I strained to fit his fat dick in my mouth because I knew he liked it when it was deep in my throat. "I could really handle fucking that sweet ass again right now," he said.
"Do you want me on the bed so you can?"
"No. I want you swallowing that load. You milk my fucking cock, Liam. I want to fill both your holes." After a while, he started shoving my head down so that his rod lodged deeper in my throat. I was expecting it, so it was easier this time, even though I did still gag a bit. He continued forcing my head down on his meat. As soon as I could do it without gagging as much, he would shove more in. "I want that whole fucking cock down your throat, boy!" I didn't see how that was possible, but it was obvious he was going to force as much down there as he could.
At one point, he released my head, and I took that opportunity to get his hard flesh out of my mouth. I sucked on his balls as I enjoyed the new luxury of normal breathing. That didn't last long, though, before he was once again plunging his rod deep into my gullet. I had my hands on his thighs at first and would try to push back when I needed to breathe, but he held me firmly until he was ready. "You need to learn to suck really good." I'll show him! I thought. I pushed his legs further apart, and I began massaging his balls as I forced his cock even deeper than he had done. When I did it a second time and kept it down my throat for a while as I tried to get even more down, I felt his grip on my head relax. Soon I was going faster and deep-throating his cock all on my own. "YES! Eat that cock, bitch!" he shouted.
I released his balls and wrapped my arms around the small of his back as I went to town on his thick meat. He moaned loudly. I picked up speed, and I noted his feet rise onto the balls of the soles as he slid his hips out more. Soon he was laying back on the bed. I almost got the whole thing in my throat, but it was just too big. His rough hands rested on my shoulders as I devoured his Johnson. Several moments later, he told me to stand up. He quickly got off the bed and shoved me to my knees. He bent over me, inserting his cock into my mouth, and then he began fucking it hard. I rested my head against my bed as he plowed my throat. I dug my fingers into his firm ass cheeks as I forced my throat to relax. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I ignored them until I was coughing as his thick, salty fluid threatened to drown me.
When he had unloaded, he sat down on the bed stiffly as if he lacked strength. I wasn't done milking him, though, so I immediately went down on him and kept sucking. I was filled with a fire I didn't know I had. He pulled me up and shoved me onto the bed. In a flash, he was on top of me, his tongue thrust into my mouth as he kissed me hotly. I lifted my legs to wrap around his hips, but he grabbed them as soon as they touched his side. He thrust them up and shoved his cock back into me. He wasn't as hard as before, but he could still push his meat inside me. Then he continued kissing me with his rod in my hole. Until we heard the garage door opening.
We both jumped up and got our clothes on in a rush. He was out of the room quicker, and I went to the bathroom and made sure I looked okay. I splashed cold water on my face just in case.I didn't know what it would do, but I had seen people do that on movies and TV so figured maybe it helped.
I helped Mom get lunch ready. She was relieved I was feeling better. I had almost forgotten I was supposed to be sick! The rest of the day was pretty low-key until dinner. Stan had been looking at me for a while between bites of food and conversation. Finally, he blurted out, "You know, if you're going to have a hawk, you might as well go all the way and quit with the pussy look."
"Stan!" my mother said.
"Go all the way?" I asked.
"Yeah. After we're done eating, you're getting a real mohawk. None of this faux shit." After we finished eating, I was excused from helping clean up so Stan could give me a better haircut. I waited for him in the bathroom. He came in with clippers, a razor, and shaving cream. He shut and locked the door. "Get undressed!" he barked while he put his stuff down.
He sat on the closed toilet seat while I stripped out of all my clothes. Then he pulled me to him. He tongue-kissed me again while his hands explored my body. When he let me go, he said, "Now undress me, faggot." I pulled off his shirt and then immediately undid the buttons to his pants. He stood up as I unzipped them, and then I pulled them all the way down. I returned for his boxers and then pulled both off his feet. His dick was rock hard, and he slapped me in the face with it a couple of times until I opened my mouth and went down on him. He let me blow him for a few seconds before stopping me.
I was pushed over the sink. His body pushed against mine as he got his clippers out. I could feel his hard dick poking at me while he cut the sides of my head super short with the clippers. As soon as that was done, he put shaving cream on both sides of the stripe that now ran down my head. He shaved my head carefully until I was bald everywhere except for the mohawk. After he wiped all the cream away and double-checked his work, he told me to get the shower going. He put things away and cleaned up the hair as I got the water running.
He climbed in after me. I stood still as he washed my hair. I stared at his cock while he shampooed and then rinsed my hair. Once he was done, he gripped my shoulders. I looked up at him. "You know what to do," he said. I nodded and bent over so that I could start blowing him. He only let me suck his cock for a bit, though, before he told me "It's time for you to be a good little doggie." I wasn't quite sure at first what he meant, but then I realized. I turned around and got on all fours. He moved in behind me, and I felt his dick slowly sliding into my hole. It didn't seem to go in as easily this time, but naturally, he kept working at it until he could begin to fuck me. I winced during the initial insertion because my ass seemed to be resisting more without that slippery stuff he usually put on first. But soon he was moving it back and forth in my ass.
At one point, he said "I wonder how hot it would be to watch you blow Stefan." That was my 9-year-old half-brother. He smacked me on the ass as he started moving a bit faster. "Or maybe I can put your talents to better use for me." I definitely had no idea what that meant, and I wasn't going to ask. I wasn't sure how I felt about having to suck off Stefan either, but that didn't sound as bad as the other option.
"I'll do it if you want me to, Stan." I figured that was better than saying nothing.
"Blow your little brother?" I nodded my head. "Of course you will. You'll do whatever I tell you, won't you faggot?"
"Yes, Stan."
He pulled out and got out of the shower. "Get out here," he commanded. I climbed out of the shower to find him once again sitting on the toilet lid. "I want you to sit on my cock." I saw his dick was shiny, and a bottle of the slippery stuff was on the counter. I moved between his legs, and he guided me so that his cock entered my hole. I continued sitting backward as he guided me and also held his rod in place until it was almost all the way inside me. When I felt his hand move away, it quickly moved to my shoulder, and he pulled me back saying "Fuck yeah!" softly. I sat down until I was completely in his lap. My feet couldn't touch the floor anymore, and his dick was lodged deeply into my ass. "That cock feel good in your ass, faggot?"
"Yes, sir! Oh god!" I wasn't pretending either. I could barely breathe, especially because his fingers were rubbing my cock. I couldn't ride him since I couldn't reach the floor, so instead, I flexed my ass muscles and squirmed around so his dick would move inside me. He pulled my face around so that he could kiss me deeply like before. I could feel him making small movements with his hips. I stayed on top of his lap, his thick cock filling my insides for several minutes while he jacked me off and kissed me. Then it was time to finish himself off before my mom got really suspicious. He helped me off and had me get on the floor. I lay on my back, and as soon as my legs were in the air, he was ramming his Johnson back inside my hole.
He pounded my ass hard and mercilessly. I'll admit I never wanted it to end. I was getting to the point where having his cock inside me was the greatest feeling in the world. I couldn't get enough! His body slapped noisily against mine until he finally came. When he finally began pulling out, I put my hand on his ass to try to stop him. "Don't worry, Liam. You'll be getting plenty of dick!" he said, ignoring my attempt to stop him.
He got dressed and gathered his things while I turned the water off and wrapped myself in the towel. He opened the door and checked the hallway to make sure everything was clear, and then he quickly crossed to his room while I went to mine. Once I had pajamas on, I returned to the living room. Mom had decided to go take a shower, and my brothers were put to bed. This meant I had more time to sit on his lap while his hand was inside my pajama bottoms playing with my dick. "I have big plans for you," he whispered into my ear.
A couple of days later, his brother Jeff paid us a visit. He joined us for dinner, and then afterward, they went to my stepfather's den. To my surprise, I was called in a few minutes later. I was told to lock the door as I came in. "What's up, Stan?" I asked.
Stan smiled and looked at Jeff. "Your Uncle Jeff has a problem and needs your help."
"Really?" I asked, looking at Jeff.
"Are you sure?" he asked of his brother. Stan nodded his head yes and told him to show me. I watched as Jeff undid his pants and pulled out his boner.
I looked at Stan, who nodded toward his brother with his head. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Blow him." Stan rubbed his crotch as he said this, and I figured this really turned him on. So I decided to do it. I wasn't about to risk losing all the special attention I had been getting lately. I went over to Jeff and pulled his pants and boxers down further, and then I went down on him. I began sucking him and doing the things I knew my stepfather enjoyed.
Jeff sighed deeply and said "FUCK!" as I deep-throated him and started to pick up speed. Soon Stan was sitting next to Jeff with his rock-hard dick exposed, too, so I spent some time going back and forth between the two cocks. Jeff wasn't as big as his brother, however, so it was a lot easier to deep-throat him. Eventually, someone's hand was on my head guiding me faster.
Soon Stan moved off the couch and behind me. I felt him pull down my shorts and underwear. After a bit of rubbing his fingers and dick against my hole, he was inside me once again. I took a risk and said "Yes, Stan! Fuck me!" as I began really working his brother's cock fast and hard. At some point, someone pulled my shirt off, and then I felt Stan grabbing my mohawk and pulling it while he rammed into my hole. I devoured Uncle Jeff's dick as Stan pounded my ass. When Jeff came, I swallowed it like a pro. I was so proud of myself, and it was clear Uncle Jeff and Stan were, too. I milked his dick until Jeff couldn't take it anymore and stopped me. I stayed between his legs until my stepfather finally blew his load in my ass.
After Jeff left, I was told to get ready for bed. Stan informed me I was not to get into bed naked because he wanted my pussy again. When it came time for bed, Stan had changed into his bathrobe and informed me he was going to have a chat with me before tucking me into bed. Mom, always hoping we'd get along better, was happy to hear it and gave us the privacy we needed. I was already in bed when Stan came into my room. He sat on my bed, and I undid the robe of his belt, revealing his beautiful body and dick. He surprised me by how much time he spent just kissing me and rubbing my body before he finally mounted my butt. We had to fuck more quietly this time. It was kind of fun being so risky.
When Uncle Jeff returned again a couple of nights later, we ended up in my bedroom. Stan kept Mom busy while I took care of his brother. I wasted no time in getting his shorts and underwear down and his cock in my mouth. He wasn't as rough as Stan, and I found that I really missed it. It was way more fun when someone was shoving your head down on their cock and thrusting with their hips. Jeff was kind of boring, but I knew it made Stan happy, and that's all that mattered.
Uncle Jeff actually gave me $20 before he left! I was so surprised. Afterward, Stan told me that I could help him make some money that Mom didn't know about. I told him I'd do anything he wanted, and he said that made him VERY happy. And when it was bedtime, he came in and jacked me off until I shot as a prize!
On Friday, Stan surprised me by informing me we were going camping. Just him and me! I was so excited!Until we picked up his friend Ben. "I thought it was just you and me," I said to him sullenly.
"Don't worry. You and I will have plenty of time for fun, Liam."
When we got to the campsite, it was pretty remote. We were near a lake, and I couldn't see anyone else at all. I noticed Ben was wearing loose-fitting gray sweat pants, and it was obvious he was walking around with a stiffy most of the time. I figured I would be ending up between his legs at some point. After we set up camp, Ben stripped out of his T-shirt revealing a very toned body. He had a black line of hair leading from his belly down into his pants. He had pale skin and very bright blue eyes which really stood out because of his white skin.
When Stan started working on a fire, Ben sat down on a log. His legs were stretched out, and his dick was forming quite the tent. I thought about it for a bit and decided Stan would be more impressed if I kind of took control of things. So I moved over to Ben. I moved between his legs while looking into his eyes, and then I took hold of his dick through the sweats. "You want help with that?" I asked. Ben smiled widely and said he would love that.
I quickly stripped out of all my clothes. I glanced at Stan who winked and smiled at me while he continued getting the fire going. Then I sank to my knees and pulled the sweats down. Ben wasn't wearing underwear, so his cock stood straight out from the pants as soon as they were lowered. His dick was very similar to Stan's but just a little smaller. And for some reason his sac was smooth like mine, but he still had a black bush of hair above his dick. I opened my mouth and began sucking on him.
After slowly working his rod, I stopped. I took hold of his sweats and pulled them all the way off. Then I sucked on his nipples while slowly stroking his stiff meat before I returned to swallowing it. As I worked his cock, I heard him ask Stan "Can I fuck him, too?"
"We'll chat about that later."
I wasn't so sure I liked the idea of anyone else fucking me, but I didn't want Stan to be upset with me. I focused hard on what I was doing and tried to do the best blowjob I had ever done. Ben was moaning. Unlike Jeff, he wasn't going to just sit there either. He forced my head down, and at one point he held my head between both of his hands while he thrust his hips so that he was fucking my face. At one point I released his dick and said "Give me that cock!"
"Fuckin' hell!" Ben said, and then he shoved my head down hard. I relaxed my throat muscles and forced it down until my lips were pressing against the wiry black hairs. "FUCK!" he said again, and I began speeding up. "Slower!" he finally hissed.
"That'll cost you extra," Stan said.
"I don't give a shit!" I heard Ben say so I slowed down. Stan was making money off this? I wondered. That made me feel really weird. But I continued until Ben's salty liquid rushed into my mouth. Like with Uncle Jeff and Stan, I swallowed it all and kept sucking until I was basically forced to stop. When I was done I looked at Stan. He was naked and his dick was hard.
"Get in the tent, Liam." I wiped my mouth with my forearm and went into the tent. Stan came in shortly after. As soon as I saw him come in, I pulled my legs into the air.
"No. I want you doggy." I rolled onto my knees and got on all fours, and Stan wasted no time getting inside me. He fucked me so hard! When he was done I finally noticed that Ben had come into the tent. He was laying on his sleeping bag watching us. Stan kissed me and then climbed out of the tent. A few seconds later I heard something sizzling on the fire and could smell food cooking. Ben slid over to me and started kissing me. Then I felt his hand on my dick, and he stroked me as we kissed until I eventually came.
We ate dinner naked, and then I was sent back into the tent while the grownups "did business." I heard them whispering back and forth while I lay there watching the shadows from the fire play on the tent walls. After things got quiet, Ben reappeared in our tent. His dick was hard, and he was grinning from ear to ear. I was on my back, and he moved over my body. He began kissing me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. Then he leaned back. I saw him take something out of a wrapper, and then he rolled it onto his dick. He squirted clear stuff onto his covered cock, and then when he put the bottle down I rolled onto my stomach knowing what he wanted.
"I just gotta get some of that sweet hole," he said as he got on top of me. I felt his dick enter me, and then he slowly began riding my hole. "Fuck your ass feels so good, even though your daddy has stretched your hole out a bit." Stan wasn't my daddy, but I wasn't going to correct Ben.
"Fuck me, Ben!" I said figuring Stan would want me to show Ben a good time. He started moving faster and harder, but he wasn't as good as Stan. Still I knew Stan enjoyed it when I said things, so I said "Oh that cock feels so good!" He started going faster, so I guessed it was working. He basically stayed in the same position the whole time. Stan was way better. After Ben came, he told me what a good job I had done, and then he went outside.
I lay there a while before joining them around the fire. When the fire had died, we all climbed back into the tent. I was between the two men. I put my head on Stan's chest and played with his hairs while Ben snuggled up against me.
In the morning I awoke to find myself alone in the tent. Ben's stuff was gone. I climbed out to find Stan sitting by another fire cooking breakfast. "You did great, Liam. I'm very proud of you."
"Thanks. Where's Ben?"
"He had to go home," he said. We ate our meal in silence. Finally Stan said "You remember my nephew Laramie?"
He was Stan's 16-year-old nephew. He had dark brown hair and green eyes. I remembered he played football and hockey and was a star athlete. "Yes."
"He's joining us today." I was surprised by that but didn't say anything. I felt Stan had more to say. "He's still a virgin. You're going to make him a man."
"How?" I asked seriously.
Stan smiled at me. "By doing what you've been doing. But Laramie will be shy. You'll need to take charge some. Show him how to do it right." While I pondered this, Stan pulled some money out of his wallet. "This is yours," he said handing me $50.
"Whoa! What is this for?"
"For what you did for Ben."
"Really? Cool!" I asked what that covering was on Ben's dick, and Stan explained it to me. He said if anyone but him fucks me they have to wear this condom thing. Except Laramie since he hasn't had sex yet. I wasn't sure why that mattered, but whatever. He then explained he wanted me to suck Laramie off, get him hard again, and then have him fuck me. He said teenagers got hard again more quickly after coming, and he didn't want me to stop until Laramie had cum at least twice.
Around lunchtime Laramie pulled up in a pickup truck. He greeted us and sat down on the log. Stan and him chatted for a bit before he suggested Laramie and I go for a swim. Immediately Laramie countered that he hadn't brought swimwear. "We don't need any," I said. I was catching on quickly, and Stan's smile was worth more than anything. I could feel his pride. While Laramie watched I got out of all my clothes so that I was naked. "Come on, Larry! Join me!" I said and then ran into the lake. My step-cousin and his uncle had a bit of a discussion before I saw Laramie finally start taking his clothes off. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, and then he got into the water with me.
We played around in the water, and when I saw Laramie had relaxed a lot, I got close to him and began rubbing his crotch. Laramie immediately flinched and tensed up. "It's okay," I said. I ran my hands over his torso. "You sure are buff," I said. Then I continued rubbing his groin. I could feel his dick swelling, and once it was hard. I put my hand into his underwear. I stroked his hard dick while sucking on his nipples. After a bit I said "I want to see it."
We walked out of the water, and I took him by the hand and led him to the tent. Once inside the tent, I pulled his boxer briefs down revealing his hard cock. It was smaller than his uncle's but kind of thick. He had large balls that hung down unlike Ben's that were tight against him when he was hard. I guided Laramie down onto my sleeping bag. Then I leaned down and began sucking his dick. I could feel his tension, but as he relaxed I soon felt his hand on my dick. It felt so damn good! I began sucking him harder, deep throating him often. I grabbed his free hand and put it on my head and mimicked for him to start shoving it down. He got the hint and soon was pushing my head down and then thrusting his hips up. "Make me do what you want. You can be rough, it's okay. I like it."
He was a slow learner, but soon I had him pulling my hair as he forced his cock into my throat. But then he surprised me further, and I felt his mouth on my dick! I went crazy on his meat! He continued sucking until I came. He spat it out, and then made me go faster. I was feeling so hot! "Call me names! Tell me what to do!" I said urgently returning to his young, delicious flesh.
"Suck that cock!" he said without conviction.
"Come on, man! Say it for real! Call me a faggot or bitch."
"Really?" he asked unsure. I didn't say anything, and soon I heard him say "Suck my mother fucking cock you . . . you faggot." I deep throated him then. I kept his cock lodged in my throat as I massaged his nuts. "YES you cock-sucking bitch!" he said, and I sped up more. "Suck that fucking cock!" he almost yelled.
"YES!" I heard Stan yell from outside the tent.I went crazy on his piece. Larry was moaning like crazy and squirming as I worked his hard flesh. Soon I heard him yell "I'm gonna cum!" I kept going even faster. "DUDE! I'm gonna shoot!" I kept at it until at last I was rewarded with his jizz. It tasted kind of sweet which surprised me. I drank that stuff like I had never been so thirsty in all my life. "FUUUCK!" he yelled.
When I was done milking him, I sucked on his balls. Then I moved to his nipples and played with his semi-hard cock. Just like Stan had said, it never shrank completely. Soon it was growing again. "You gonna blow me again?" he asked as I began kissing down his tummy.
"No. You're going to fuck me."
"What? Up the ass?"
I simply nodded as I straddled him. I guided his dick to the entrance of my ass, and then I began sitting down. I watched his eyes and mouth open wide as his meat slid into my tight hole. "I want you to fuck me hard, Larry. You can't hurt me." And then I started slowly riding his dick. When I could, I sat down on it completely. I felt his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and I began slowly moving up and down.
"Goddamn! That feels so fucking good!" he said.
Stan came into the tent. He was bare as well, his dick good and hard. He got on his knees and moved to Laramie's side. "Since you ain't paying, the least you can do is give your uncle some lovin'." And then he jabbed his dick into his nephew's face. Laramie surprised me by opening his mouth and letting his uncle slowly feed him his cock.
I watched as Larry blew my stepdad for a while. Then Stan pulled back and said "You need to fuck him like a man, Laramie. You need to abuse that ass. Grab his hair and ride him hard, boy." I moved off Laramie's cock and got on my hands and knees like a dog. Laramie got behind me, replaced his cock in my ass and then started fucking me slowly. "Don't be a pussy! Own that fucking ass! Show him who's in control!"
Laramie grabbed my hair and yanked my head backward and then started pounding my hole hard. "YES! That's right! He's your bitch, boy!"
"Take that cock, fucking faggot!" Laramie yelled out.
"YES!" I yelled. "Oh god, fuck me!"
"Your ass is mine, bitch!" he said.
"All yours!" I replied. He smacked me on the ass, and I cried "YES!" Now he was starting to fuck like his uncle, and I fucking loved it! Stan maneuvered so he was in front of me, and I immediately began sucking his cock.
"Eat that cock, you fucking faggot!" Laramie said, pulling my hair harder. It hurt, but it made me blow my stepfather even harder.
"Okay, slow it down now, Laramie. Gotta switch it up. Make it last longer." His nephew did exactly as he had been told.
The pair continued working together until each had blown their load. Larry beat his uncle and climaxed first, though. When they were both done, we all lay together kissing each other. I hoped my step-cousin was going to be staying the whole weekend! | 3 |
109,339 | Note to Readers: The Clitorides Awards | Hello all.
I'm happy to announce that, after a long absence, the Clitorides Awards are back! What are they? Well, they're a yearly way to highlight the best internet erotic stories. Some of you, while looking at the pages of older authors, may have seen the better ones boasting of winning. They've been dead for a while, but Lazeez, the owner of Storiesonline.net, has brought them back. Here's how it works:
1. First, look around the internet and find your favorite authors and stories. Any author who has released an erotic story in 2013 may be nominated for best writer (or best new writer), and any erotic story completed in 2013 may be nominated in a variety of categories. The story must be finished and available for free online. Sites like SOL, which have a pay membership but let you view their stories for free, count, although those only available to pay members wouldn't be.
2. Go to http://clitoridesawards.org. A valid email address is needed to prevent ballot stuffing. There, nominate any writers and stories you want, in a variety of categories. The ten stories with the most nominations in each category will be offered up as the finalists, from which the winner will be chosen.
Story Categories:
[The story categories are listed as in the original text, with no changes.]
I urge all my readers to go out and nominate their favorites. The goal of this award is to let readers find those hidden gems, and that can't happen unless you nominate them. I am NOT asking all of you to just stuff the site with votes for me. By all means, if something of mine heads your list, nominate it, but spread the love around. For those curious, the stories of mine which qualify are:
A Flip of Faith (5,470 words)
A Servant of Wisdom (42,000 words)
Tradition (4,900 words)
The Well (1,900 words)
Amy Day (3,700 words)
Where Friendship Leads (23,000 words)
Knight Takes Princess (3,800 words)
The other stories I wrote last year, including The Magic of Bells and A Leader Born, did not have enough sex, to my mind, to qualify. This is an erotic award, after all. | 3 |
109,387 | Bells, Book, and Candle | Hank let out a yawn. This, as it turned out, was not a smart thing to do while showering. His half-asleep body had started to drift forward, the hot spray not yet doing its duty of waking him to the world. Jets of water entering his throat, though, did. With a spitting cough, he jerked his head back, right hand going to the tiled wall. It would be just his luck to slip, lose his balance, fall, and crack his head open. That would be a great way to go, wouldn't it? The guy who can cut back on the field on a dime, who nobody can tackle, dead because he slipped in the tub. The jokes about how he should have worn cleats would be all over the school in hours. "White boys can't stand." OK, that one would be funny. With a smile, Hank grabbed the soap and began lathering. He wasn't the best athlete in the school, let alone beyond. His scholarship in the fall would be academic, not athletic. Still, his father had been right: three years of football had toned his body like you wouldn't believe, and the girls were all over him. When the hotties couldn't land the current football God, which this year had been Rich, they were more than happy to throw themselves at one of the surrounding lesser athletic demigods. "Mmm, Lina..." Hank's soapy hand gave his cock a slippery once-over. Lina was the new girl. Short. Sexy. Japanese. He'd never really had a chance to indulge his Asian fetish, but tonight would be the night. And, with luck, tomorrow night, and countless nights to come. God, she'd better not be a prude. Or giggle. Moving his body a bit, he let the spray rinse him off. He wasn't one for long showers. He was awake, he was clean... time to get on with his day.
Hank's hand was halfway to the shower knob when the tingling started. It began at his feet, in his heels and toes. Almost as if they were asleep. He paused, confused. It wasn't like he had been standing in one spot for hours or something. Hot water still pelting his skin, the feeling was rushing up his legs. As it passed his hips, rising up his torso, Hank took a step back in fear. Who ever heard of someone's chest falling asleep? Even his cock was tingling, and not in a good way. Was this a heart attack, or something? The blood not getting to most of his body? What the hell!! It reached his head. He could feel it behind his eyeballs... they, too, began to tingle. Colors exploded before Hank's eyes. The blue of the bathroom became oranges, yellows... the feel of spraying water vanished, as did the feeling of anything under his feet. Hank was... he didn't know. He couldn't move. He knew that. Something pressed against the front of his body. Around his body. It was almost like he was going through a membrane, or thick cobwebs. Or Jello. His senses were really failing him here. The universe flashed.
He was standing. That, at least, was a very welcome state. He could feel cold stone beneath his bare feet. Or was it the bathroom tile? He looked down. No, it was black stone... and, hey, he could move his head! Cool! Things were looking up! Speaking of which, he should. A small alien creature was on its hands and knees before him. Hank was on some sort of round stone dais, maybe a foot off the ground. The floor around the dais was also stone, irregular grey bricks polished to a shine. The room seemed to be square, walls of a rough-cut stone, like something out of a medieval fantasy movie. So, really, did the creature. It was... furry. White fur, short, shiny. A big bushy white tail stuck up from its butt, reminding him of nothing so much as a squirrel, curling up and over (but not quite touching) its back. The thing was big, for a squirrel, but maybe only four feet tall. Its head was down, two rounded ears on either side pointed towards him. What was the face like? A part of him, the part that didn't want to just get the fuck out of there, wanted to know... "O, come thru, Lord, I summon u, O, come thru, Lord, I summon u..." It was chanting. In English. BAD English, with a heavy accent. He could barely understand the words. The voice sounded female, though. Real female, not Alvin and the Chipmunks high-pitched female. It... she... it was like she was chanting a spell. Hank's eyes widened. He looked down. He was inside a chalk pentagram. Squirrel Girl there had summoned him, like a Wiccan calling a spirit! What the hell? Those damned spells never worked! He should know, his sister hung with some self-proclaimed teen witches, and they couldn't even get simple love stuff to work out! He kept telling her it was all bullshit, but no, Robin kept telling him they must just be doing it wrong. Eventually, they'd get it right. It seemed like this creature had. Hank took a step forward. Or, at least, tried. While he could move, inside his little pentagram, there was something blocking him. Some invisible force field. He tried again, raising a hand. He felt nothing, but something was there. He wondered if mimes felt like this. Hank's movements finally caught the attention of squirrel girl. She looked up. Her face... well, it was the face of a squirrel. Two black, almond-shaped eyes lay on either side of a long head, ending in a black nose. Her eyes widened, clearly in surprise. Gee, SHE was surprised? "Who are you?" Hank's voice clearly startled her even more. She sat up. Now he could see that, despite being a squirrel, she had two rather nice furry breasts. Her body wasn't exactly curvy, but then she was a squirrel. He could see some of his more desperate friends hitting that after a few beers. She wasn't answering, seemingly too... well, like a squirrel in the headlights of an oncoming car. Scattered on the floor around her, Hank saw open books, stylized drawings of humans surrounded by strange text, and the occasional bold English phrase. Almost, again going by what he had seen of his sister's stuff, as if English was the language of magic. Hmm... he looked down. The chalk pentagram was surrounded by two circles, inside of which were English words. At his feet, they said, "HOLD". Same to his left. Looking to the right, he at first saw the same word... then blinked. No. It said, "HOID". Hoid. She... He looked back at Squirrel Girl, who hadn't moved. She had made a mistake. Slowly, not wanting to hurt himself if the invisible wall was actually there, Hank stretched out his right arm. It passed the boundary of the pentagram with ease. Squirrel Girl's eyes doubled in size, mouth dropping open. Not hesitating, Hank stepped through the opening, off the dais onto the stone floor. He took stock. He was still nude, and a bit wet from the shower. His cock was hard and curving up, whether still due to thoughts of his date tonight with Lina or because of some furry fetish he hadn't known about, wasn't clear. He began walking slowly towards her. "I said, who are you?" She trembled. Hank continued towards her. He didn't think she was dangerous. She looked... young. He didn't know how he knew that, but if she was human she'd probably be in her teens. Again, not much different than his Wiccan sister. Hank stopped a foot in front of her, six-inch tan cock bouncing in front of her face. Her black eyes were fixed on it, shaking decreasing as she became adjusted to his presence. Hank saw her black nose flare, as if smelling his dick. Slowly, her head lifted, eyes seeming to drink in his large, muscular form. Hank folded his arms over his chest, waiting to see what she'd do. "Lord..." For a moment, Hank thought her choked reply had been a curse, until he remembered her spell had been about summoning a 'Lord'. So... he was Lord Hank at the moment. Cool. He nodded to her, which seemed to calm her down even more. Her eyes dropped to the ground between them. "Lord, I am Shia." Hank saw her quickly glance at the pages around her, right hand quickly flipping forward in one book. "Servant of She Who Saw." Shia stopped at a picture spread over two pages. The drawing... well, it was freaky. It was a view, from above, of a man and a woman having sex on a picnic table. Almost as if someone had been spying on them in the park, drawing a picture because they didn't have a camera. The man stood at the end, with the girl's ass hanging off the edge as her legs wrapped around him. That wasn't the freaky part, though. What was fucked up was some later hand had drawn over the girl and turned her into a squirrel. Her tail dropped down, came up between the guy's legs, and seemed to be pressing against his ass crack. There were also, on the edge of the picture, drawings of... well, "real" squirrels just running around. Hank just stared at the book.Okay, so, what, someone in this world had a human fetish and started a magic cult around it? And where was this? Some magical world? The past? Future? Hell, had he been shrunk down to the size of real squirrels? All coherent thought vanished as ten claws gently ran down the entire length of his cock. The tips were slightly rounded, as if filed down, her paws spread evenly around his shaft. Looking back at her, he saw a pink tongue flick out to wet her black lips. Her claws moved back up the shaft, his body responding by becoming even more aroused. He could feel her breathing quicken, both furry mounds on her chest heaving as warm air bathed his dick. Her black eyes once again met his. "Lord, I am yours. Fuck... Fuck me!" Maybe it was some kind of magical spell, or just something about this place. He was not, or so Hank would have told anyone who thought to ask the question, the type to just bang strange girls. Especially, although this was not a clarification he'd ever have thought needed, strange alien squirrel girls. But, in this time, in this place, all that filled his mind was his dick thrusting into this creature. Time to get freaky. Reaching down with both hands, he grabbed her under her armpits and lifted. Shia was light, maybe sixty or seventy pounds. Right hand dropping down to her furry ass, under the tail, he held her against him, mouth growling into hers. Her lips parted as her arms and legs wrapped around him. She was soft, warm, the fur of her bottom tickling the head of his cock. Hank thrust his tongue into her mouth, past the rows of sharp teeth. Her breath had a nutty flavor. He felt a wetness near his right fingers. Exploring her bottom, he found the opening of her sex. A cry was ripped from her as he touched the edge, her head jerking back from him. Turning to survey the room, Hank saw a stone altar over to the left. No... not an altar. A picnic table. A stone picnic table altar. "Okay, then." He was past being surprised, and too horny to stop and think. Five long strides brought him over to the table. With one swift motion, he dropped the girl onto it, grabbed her legs to spread them, and thrust into her. She screamed. The thought that she might have been a virgin now crossed his mind, but not enough to slow him down. Whatever resistance there had been wasn't felt by him, but she was incredibly tight. Squirrel men, obviously, had nothing compared to his monster. Shia was squirming and moaning around him, but most importantly not trying to get away. If anything, her legs were wrapped around his body, holding him close. Her tail, too, like in the drawing, was between his legs and up his back. The hairs tickled his asshole... a feeling he liked, and wasn't sure he should be liking. Another thrust into her, and his mind turned to other things. Hank closed his eyes. This was the best part of sex. He could feel his body get ready, the pressure building up. The squirrel was chanting now, not a spell, but words in some unknown language that needed no translation. Her movements matched his thrusts perfectly, clawed hands gripping the sides of the table. He was so close... There was a tingling in his feet. Hank's eyes shot open. The tingling shot up his legs, his body. He slowed. "God... not now!" He was almost there! He thrust again, trying to force his orgasm. The creature before him half sat up, a look of surprised horror on her face as the tingling reached his head. Colors exploded in his eyes....
Light exploded around Hank. As his bare feet felt cold floor under them, his cock exploded with a stream of cum. He heard the sound of female shrieks, familiar shrieks. He came again, the shot of pleasure waking him somewhat. Shaking his head and opening his eyes, he looked around. Hank was standing on the cement floor of his parent's basement. Around him, sitting at the five points of a chalk pentagram, were naked teen girls. HUMAN naked teen girls. The one to his left was Robin. Damn, his sister looked good nude! Look at that bush! She was holding a black candle, blue eyes wide in shock as her jock brother hosed down... wait, who was that in front of him? It wasn't one of the normal coven... There, in front of Hank, nude, kneeling, holding a lit candle with one hand while wiping white cum from her eyes... was Lina. His date. "Lina!" Hank took a step forward, leaned down, grabbed the Japanese girl by the shoulders, and yanked her up. She squealed, dropping the candle (which, luckily, hit the cement and went out) as he hugged and kissed her. He could taste himself, but didn't mind. That had probably been going to happen eventually on one of their dates anyway. She responded by wrapping her arms and legs around him, her gymnastics body easily strong enough not to need his support, freeing his hands to run through her long black hair and over her wonderful ass. It was their first kiss, and at the first touch of her lips he hoped it was the first of many. "Ahem." His sister's cough broke through into his distracted mind. Laughing, Hank broke his kiss and turned. He expected Lina to let go, but she stayed glued to his nude body, right hand running over his hard chest. Robin and her three nude friends were standing together, gazing unbelievingly at the pair. Damn, all four of them were smoking! Even Dari, the goth geek with the glasses! Gathering his thoughts, Hank met Robin's gaze. "Okay, I know what happened on my end. What the hell happened over here?"
Hank had been missing for a week. Calling their father upstairs when the shower didn't turn off after twenty minutes, Robin and dad had burst into the bathroom to find the steam filled room empty. Minutes later, Dari had rung the downstairs phone. She had been meditating, when a vision of Hank traveling through the aether had flashed behind her eyes. She had also seen... squirrels. It took quite a while for all involved to decide this wasn't just some drug-induced hallucination on SOMEBODY'S part.
"So, this was our eighth attempt to bring you back," Dari was speaking from the yellow beanbag chair, sprawling with no attempt to cover herself. Hank enjoyed the view, while Lina enjoyed the benefits of his enjoyment as she sat in his lap on the blue beanbag. "It was Heather," Dari pointed at the blonde, "who realized after three attempts that we needed five girls, one for each point of the pentagram, and that we should bring in Lina. We first tried Sally, not realizing you had broken up yet." "That conversation went well," Robin said, dryly. Hank just laughed. "Well, I have to thank all of you. I'm in your debt. Although," he added, smirking at his sister, "maybe you should be thanking me for proving your magic works." The four witches glanced at each other. Lina, hand stroking his hard cock, giggled. "Oh, that's not the first spell they got to work..." | 4 |
109,424 | Touch me Gently | Haruka drove like the racer she had always wanted to be down the road. The day had been long and stressful, and she looked forward to a hot, long bath to relax her muscles.
With Usagi in danger of losing her Star Seed, all of the senshi had been posted a guard shift to make sure the Princess remained safe. However, Haruka's long shift had ended without event, as she had turned the guard over to Minako.
Pulling into her driveway, she slowed the car to a stop and exited it. Standing in the chill night air, she wished Michiru had been able to accompany her. But her lover had been busy with other things.
As the chill autumn air started to harden her nipples, she walked into the dark house, into her bathroom, and began to run hot water. As the tub began to fill with steaming water, she began to strip her clothing, revealing her small, tight bust and the yellow triangle of hair between her legs.
Sighing, she stepped into the tub and laid down, soaking her aching muscles. She had been relaxing in the hot tub for about a half an hour when the door opened.
Haruka sat up in the tub. "Who's there?" she demanded, immediately taking the offensive.
Soft laughter came from the door as it opened to reveal Michiru, standing in a new sea green gown that showed off her graceful figure.
"Michiru..." Haruka started, the sight of her beginning to turn her on.
Michiru walked over to Haruka and gently put her finger on her lips. "Shh," she whispered, "Do you like the dress?" She asked, her face a hair's-breadth away from Haruka's.
Haruka smiled. "Yes, where did you get it?" She answered, even though it wasn't so much the dress as it was the view of Michiru's generous breasts that she liked; she shifted in the tub, trying to get a better view of the white and pink mounds.
Michiru's hand moved from her lips, pushing Haruka back. "I got it downtown, for a concert coming up." Her sea-green eyes shone with a luster that wasn't just happiness. "I'm glad you like it," she whispered into her ear, "I knew that you would."
"Michiru, I..." Haruka started, but was cut off by Michiru pressing her lips to hers. Michiru's hands slid up and down Haruka's breasts, stroking her nipples until they grew hard and stiff.
Haruka groaned and stiffened her hands, trying to find the fastener for the dress. Michiru artfully broke the embrace and, standing before her, began to remove her dress. Haruka felt her clit begin to stiffen and pulse with desire for the lithe young body.
The dress fell to the floor at Michiru's feet, and she entered the tub. Hovering over Haruka, Michiru lowered her mouth to her hard nipples and began to suck, nibble, and kiss.
Haruka gasped and threw her head back, the pleasure of Michiru's lips and tongue taking over, until it was all she felt. Haruka's hands moved all over Michiru's now damp and glistening body.
Michiru's hands moved slowly down Haruka's, finding spots that made her lover quiver with fits of passion.
Haruka placed her hands around Michiru's face, probing the depths of her warm, lush mouth with her tongue. Every nerve in her body felt alive and was pulsing with a fire that could not be quenched.
Michiru was beginning to feel drunk and dizzy about the power she was wielding over Haruka. Normally it was Haruka on top, riding her until she moaned and screamed with pleasure, then pushing her to the edge and beyond.
Michiru took one of her long fingers on her playing hand and slipped it into Haruka's warm, tight pussy. Moving it around, she found the hard clit and began to play with it, enjoying Haruka's spasms beneath her.
Feeling with her feet, Michiru found the plug for the bathtub and pulled it up, draining the water from the tub, leaving them both damp and glistening, droplets of water mingling with the sweat on their bodies.
Haruka couldn't believe what the normally mild Michiru was doing to her. She was enjoying it completely. Then Michiru withdrew her long fingers from her hot, wet, excited pussy. Haruka moaned in protest, then stopped as Michiru's mouth and tongue began to caress the skin there.
"Michiru, oh god..." Haruka gasped, her breath starting to come in short bursts as she felt herself moving closer to coming. Her body covered with a mixture of sweat and bath water, Haruka shuddered involuntarily.
Michiru took her tongue deeper into her lover, tasting the sweet love juices that gathered there. The whole idea of being in control making her weak and dizzy, almost forgetting herself, making her do things that shocked even her.
"Michiru!" Haruka shouted as she came, laying back, drained. Michiru stopped and lifted her head up, her lips slick and glowing with the juices that had been secreted from Haruka. Her eyes glowing with the fire of barely contained passion.
Haruka reached and pulled her lover to her, then rolled on top of her, smiling.
"You didn't think you'd get off this easy, did you?" Haruka said hoarsely, the desire to regain control giving her some energy back.
"Of course not, you did," Michiru answered, looking up into the dark blue eyes that stared down at her.
Haruka snorted, then growled, the sound making Michiru shiver. Haruka then put her lips to Michiru's, kissing, biting, and nibbling the flesh with such force that she was leaving marks.
Haruka then shoved three of her fingers into Michiru's soft, eager pussy. Thrusting in and out and rubbing every spot of the lush flesh.
Michiru lay back, panting at the usual passion being shown her by her lover. The muscles of her vagina tightening and spasming around Haruka's strong fingers. Michiru screamed loudly as she felt herself come with the force of an explosion.
Afterwards, they cuddled together, a towel shared between the both of them, the warm glow of post-orgasmic ecstasy surrounding them with a sense of euphoric bliss.
Haruka held Michiru close to her, her lips pressing into Michiru's forehead. "I'm worried about Usagi, with Mamoru-san gone. Especially with that Seiya around, who knows what Odango might be talked into."
"Let's not worry about it, we should have more faith in her than that," Michiru answered, snuggling close. She spoke softly into Haruka's ear, "Besides, we have more important things to worry about. Like how we're going to explain to Setsuna why we're both lying here like this..."
"Huh?" Haruka looked up just to see the shocked garnet eyes of Setsuna staring at the couple."I just want to touch you, Odango, God please let me touch you." He finished and started to kiss her neck and the breasts that were visible through her school shirt.
"Then touch me gently," Usagi said, sighing as she leaned her head back. She had just woken from a dream of Mamo-chan and the passion they had shared together the night before he left for America.
Although she was loath to admit it, the months without his hard cock thrusting inside of her had made her horny as all hell, and now she didn't care who she had here, she just wanted to fuck something.
Seiya smiled and kissed her deeply, slipping his fingers into her underwear and into the tight pussy, finding an Usagi more turned on than she let on.
Usagi gasped, but didn't protest as Seiya pulled off her white bunny panties and fingered her deeper. She groped his vest and shirt and pulled them off.
Seiya groaned and felt his already stiff cock grow and pulsate even more. He felt already about to lose it when Usagi unzipped his pants.
He broke away for a second to strip in front of her, allowing her a view of him, full-bodied and naked. His hard penis at full attention.
Usagi gasped, "It's huge! It's bigger than Mamo-chan's."
"Good," Seiya said, leaning close to Usagi, "That means I'll get more of you than he does."
Usagi looked shocked as she saw the huge ten-inch cock pulse and grow even longer in front of her eyes. Overcome with desire, she wrapped her lips around it and started to suck and nibble, wanting more than anything to taste every inch of his godlike body.
Seiya sucked in a breath, "Yes, dumpling, take it deeper!" Usagi responded to his request, taking so much of the huge organ that she almost choked on it.
Seiya felt himself hovering dangerously close to the edge of a violent orgasm, and wanting to cum inside Usagi, he forced her to pull away, pushed her to her back, pulled up her skirt, and thrust his huge, throbbing cock all the way into Usagi's extremely tight pussy.
Usagi's quick sound of protest turned into a scream of passion as she felt all ten inches of him push against the very wall of her.
From her post at the door, Minako watched it all and couldn't take it anymore. Watching her friend get fucked by Seiya was turning her on so much. She stripped and pushed her fingers inside her own wet pussy and began to stroke herself.
Seiya was losing control, every muscle inside Usagi was spasming and squeezing around his already painfully hard cock, that seemed to be getting harder with each thrust he took inside her young, tight body.
Usagi was screaming and panting as she felt herself come, "Seiya!" She screamed, "Fuck me harder, please! Fuck me harder! I want all of your beautiful cock inside of me."
Seiya smiled and looked into her lusty blue eyes and thrust inside her so hard that he felt himself pounding against the very depths of her.
He reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits and squeezed and stroked, he slowed down then rolled her on her stomach, holding her tight teenage ass up to meet his even harder thrusts.
As Seiya felt himself come closer and closer to the edge, he listened to Usagi's screams and moans and thrust even deeper and harder, somehow wanting to go where no man had ever placed himself.
He then felt himself explode inside of her, "USAGIIIII!!" he screamed, feeling his cock spasm and spill its seed inside of her, at the same moment she came as well.
"Mamo-chan!" she shouted, the name of her last lover coming to her lips as she reached an extremely violent orgasm. She fell down onto the now stained bed, Seiya falling on top of her.
"What did you call me?" Seiya asked, feeling irked that even after a fuck like that she could only think about her loser boyfriend.
"Sorry," Usagi said, "but he's all I can think about."
"We have all night for you to change that, and for you to call out my name instead of his," Seiya said into her ear, while petting the blond hair that had flown loose from her ponytails.
"More?" Usagi asked, shocked.
"Until you can't take it anymore, Dumpling. I'm going to break you tonight," he said, turning her over and pinning her hands down, "first I'm going to teach you how to scream my name when you come," he said, placing his penis between her legs, already hard again, he shoved into her.
"All night..." Usagi gasped, and fell back to the pleasure that Seiya gave with each thrust.
***
Minako writhed on the floor, wishing she had someone with her to help her come. She laid on the floor, her blond hair spread around her naked body, when she heard a voice behind her.
"I guess I was right when I thought you girls were all trash."
She looked up into the green eyes of Yaten, which seemed to be checking out her luscious blond body, she smiled weakly, caught in the act with her hand in her pussy, while guarding Usagi.
the end
*more to come! (not meant as a pun!) | 4 |
109,933 | Lunchtime Vignette | He hurried to her apartment as soon as he could. The message on his pager had just said, "Be here soonest for lunch." When she opened the door for him, she quietly pointed to the side room where the computer and her toys were kept. Knowing the routine, he went into that room, half-noticing the active chat session on the monitor. He took off his clothes (hanging them in the closet) and lay on the floor with his legs spread and his hands folded behind his head.
She walked into the room, unsmiling, dressed down in jeans and sweatshirt and carrying the thin stranded flogger and an adjustable cock ring. As always, his cock rose at the sight of her. She knelt by his waist and fondled "her cock," then suddenly slapped him *hard* on the balls. His vision clouded as his stomach lurched, and by the time the shock and initial pain had faded, she had put the cock ring around his shaft and throbbing balls.
She twirled the flogger until it made a whistling sound in the air, then brought it down over his chest until the tips barely scraped his nipples in passing. She angled the strands one way and the other, covering his chest with bright red lines that quickly faded, moving the flogger downward to leave similar marks on his belly. His erection had grown back through this, and he struggled to keep from moving his hips, knowing how keenly those nylon strands would bite into his cock.
She pulled the flogger back and paused, admiring her handiwork. She reached down to trace some of the lines on his belly, and his body quivered in response. Satisfied, she unfastened her pants and slid them down to the floor. She had nothing on beneath -- the dark curls between her thighs glistened in the light. She stood over him, presenting her ass for his attention, and kneeled slowly, taking his cock in her hand and holding it at the most convenient angle for her.
He gasped as she sank down onto him and started a slow up-and-down movement. Her anus winked obscenely open and closed at him, and he licked his lips absent-mindedly. Not for the first time, he both thanked and cursed the cock ring -- it kept him hard for her, but the longer she rode him, the more sensitive and painful the head of his cock became. She knew this, of course -- she had used her little vibrator to bring herself to a quick shivering climax right before he got to the apartment, just so she could last longer with him inside her.
He watched helplessly, toes curled, wishing she would at least allow him to lift his hands to touch her as she grunted and moved faster on top of him. He winced as she squeezed her cunt around his cock, then felt her spasms as she began to climax. His cock throbbed painfully now, swollen and trapped as she rubbed one hand over her clit and screamed out her pleasure, again and again. Finally, she rolled off to one side, leaving his cock to slap stickily against his belly. There was a time of silence, broken only by the paired sounds of heavy breathing -- one from passion denied and one from pleasure taken.
She stood on wobbly legs and left the room for a moment, returning briefly with a damp washcloth. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then released it and cleaned his groin of her juices. She then lay down on top of him and kissed him deeply, rocking her now-clean crotch against his still pulsing cock. "I just love having take-out," she purred. "Hope you don't get into an accident with that on the way back to work!"
And with that, she left the room. The clock on the wall told him he'd have just enough time to get dressed and get back for his afternoon meeting -- but only enough time for that.
Lying in her bed, softly stroking between her legs, she heard the door close behind him and imagined what he would be like until he could remove the cock ring. She wondered which of the secretaries in his office would call her later with a detailed personal report... | 4 |
109,944 | Star Struck | Her dog scratched and whined at the back door, begging to go out into the hot El Paso night. She grumbled, sliding out from under the silk sheets, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. When she opened the door, she beheld a nude man, glistening as if from the rain -- except there had been no rain in two weeks. Behind him stood a second glistening Adonis, and behind them what had to be a spaceship.
"You are the One," the first one said, the capital letter audible even through his odd Mexican accent. "We come in peace." He held her with his eyes as his companion joined them, and the three moved by unspoken agreement into the small house as her dog ran to hide.
Their hands were slick and hot; her skin tingled as they removed her clothes. When she was fully naked, they stood before and behind her, their erections stirring her blood. The one behind pressed into her, but she was calmed by the gaze of those strange golden eyes as the odd accent reassured her, "Relax... we come in peace."
To her surprise, there was no pain, only a fullness that grew and tripled when the one in front entered her. Their blood pulsed in counterpoint to her own heartbeat, and she lost herself in the universal rhythms until her legs gave way and she floated in between them, supported by their strong hands.
The two lowered her gently to the floor, stroking their dark-red erections over her until first one, then both sets of buttocks clenched. She realized as the first hot drops hit her breasts how their accent had misled her, but lay passively as they anointed her, silver streams among the gold, repeating that mantra, "we come in peace." | 3 |
110,008 | Learning Men Are Pigs | How do we learn? That is a good question. Some of us never learn. Many of us learn the lesson and equate it to all men. I, on the other hand, have learned that even though all men are pigs by nature, some have learned to cope with it. The following story is true. I am not necessarily proud of it, but it is part of my life. At least I learned lessons from my youthful experimentation. In my later years, when I actually applied the lessons my parents had tried to teach me, I found a mate who, although he is a pig, is in control of his behaviors enough to not show it. This story or account would have made him very upset 20 years ago, but today my guess is that it will just turn him on. Is this maturity or depravity? To me, it doesn't matter.
This all begins the summer of my 17th year. We were totally cool then. Going on to our senior year in High School and having the summer on the beach in Southern California. That is the summer I got my nickname. The one I use to this day. My name to my friends, the elite and totally bitchen surfer crowd, was Sunnie. I was the junior class Homecoming Princess and on track to be Class Valedictorian. I was going steady with the biggest hunk surfer and football player around. Tell me how I could have been any cooler. My boyfriend, Greg, and I had been sexually active for about three months, from just before the Prom till the current time of this story. He was the only boy I had gone all the way with and was sure that we would be married and live happily ever after. Greg had graduated, and I assumed he would start to work for his dad after the summer was over. He had dreamed of Pro football, but he had neither the size nor the grades to get a scholarship to Play College Ball. We were the center of our social circle. The main source of recreation was, of course, surfing, sunbathing, and Beach parties. Being the early 70's, drugs were prevalent, and beer was always available to us. I was starting to have second thoughts about Greg. My girlfriends all thought I was crazy after all "he was the most bitchen dude and all," but I saw many changes in him through the summer. He was using drugs more and didn't really care what his parents asked of him. He started making demands of me. Little things mostly. Like making me take my Bikini top out from under my shirt when we were at a Bonfire or when we were finished swimming. Like fondling me when people could see. Like telling me what to do instead of asking me. Like bragging about our sexual activities around his friends. He even got me to take off my top in one of those little black and white photo booths down on the pier and I caught him showing his buddies my pictures. I didn't learn my lesson about men being pigs the easy way. I will have to admit what happened to me at the big summer's end Bonfire was consensual, but as I have said, it was pivotal in my forming my opinions about life and love and men in general.
That afternoon I was wearing my neon pink string tie Bikini. The one I had to sneak out of the house in my beach bag. We spent a few hours girl talking and roasting in the sun while the guys surfed. I took my final dip shortly before the sun dipped all the way down below the turquoise sunset. Walking to the newly set fire, I squeezed the water out of my auburn hair that had bleached almost white on the top from the summer of sun and ocean. I slipped on my white crop top cotton t and picked up a Miller Highlife from a cooler that had appeared at the party. I moved over to Greg, who was standing with a group of his friends, and slipped my arm into his. He looked at me briefly and said, "Sunnie, lose the top, chick, you know I don't like it." I knew it was useless to argue, so I set my beer down and untied the strings holding it on. I slipped it out from under my T. I was painfully aware of all of Greg's buddies watching the semi strip tease and blushed red. I couldn't help notice a couple of new guys. They were trying real hard not to stare at my nipples as they poked through my T-shirt. My breasts were still wet from my swim, and the night air was beginning to chill. It was hard for me to reconcile my feelings. In one way, I was disgusted and ashamed; in others... Well, I was turned on by the thought of being looked at that way. They were already passing the first joint, and I started my second beer. With no food since lunch, I was already feeling a little buzz. Early in the evening, it was obvious to me that I was going to get bombed. I told myself then that I should have walked home, but my feelings of belonging to a group and to be around Greg kept me there. A little later, I felt his arms slip around me, and I felt his lips brush my neck as I was talking to my girlfriends. I thought to myself, this is what I needed from Greg, just some tenderness, and I basked in the attention and the perceived feelings of envy from my girlfriends. After a few minutes, Greg pulled me aside and said, "Babe, you know those dudes Jake and Tyrone? The guys from Laurel High?"
I knew who he meant. It was the two new dudes hanging with the guys. I replied, "Yeah."
He said, "They have this killer weed. It's really wild, man."
I answered, "Bitchen, are you trying to score some?"
He said, "Sure, but I'm like tapped out. Got any bread?"
I was lucky my Mom trusted me with lunch money, so of course, he knew I was broke too. But I still said, "Sorry, Greggie, I wish I did for you."
He said, "That's cool. They asked me to go toke up with them anyway. You comin'?" It was nothing I hadn't done a hundred times before, so we slipped away from the light over to a now empty lifeguard tower and joined Jake and Tyrone, Greg's new-found drug buddies, in a happy little drug circle. I was completely wasted by this time and was functioning in a fog. Jake was your typical druggie/surfer, lots of sun and burned-out eyes, but Tyrone, on the other hand, was a big, tough-looking black guy. I remember him as a linebacker from the Laurel High team. He seemed oddly out of place there, smoking dope with three bleached-hair white teenagers. It wasn't long till we were all high. Greg was right about one thing - the drugs these guys had was, as we used to say, "Primo smoke." I was sitting there enjoying the closeness of Greg and wondering a whole lot of nothing when I became aware that the guys were watching Greg slip his hand up my top.
Jake said, "Hey, dude, you gonna Bogart the chick, man?"
I was too stoned to really catch what he meant.
"Yeah, dude, I wanna see those little white tits for myself, not just pictures," Tyrone added. I blushed pink to my roots.
Greg looked at me and said, "Come on, Sunnie, let them see your tits."
With a big grin on his face.
I was jolted by this and replied, "Hey, no way," and crossed my arms and scowled.
Greg reached for me and snapped me up on my knees. Then he said in a voice I was learning to fear, "Hey, you bitch, you do what I tell you." He proceeded to push my shirt up and expose my breasts. He knew I would comply, so I let him do it. As I knelt there with Greg holding my arm and his other hand holding up my top, I couldn't help but see the look of total lust in the other guys' faces. I knew deep inside all I had to do was scream or fight a little, and I could stop it, but I was feeling so many strange feelings. Many I had only felt with Greg before. Wild, guttural, earthy, feelings.
Finally, I said, "OK, OK, let me go. I will do it." Greg let my arm go, and I settled back. Looking straight at his drug buddies, I slowly lifted my top over my head. A rush of blood ran to my brain and to my pussy. This was so new, and so frightening, so sexual. I could feel feelings in me I had only experienced with Greg or from my own fingers, but nothing was touching my pussy. I reached down and pulled my bottoms up on the sides, fully aware that three men were watching me but unable to stop myself. The extra pressure it put on my pussy lips almost set off an orgasm right there without any contact. Greg slipped up behind me and started to roll my nipples. He was looking over my shoulder and watching Jake and Tyrone watch me. I couldn't help it; I melted back and let him. My head rolled back, and my eyes closed to a squint, but I couldn't take my eyes off the guys watching me either. My breath was getting ragged, and I was almost there when Greg pulled away. I almost screamed.
"Sunnie, take off your bottoms and show these guys how you like to touch your pussy," Greg announced.
I hesitated for a second and then caught that look. I sat back and pulled off my bottoms and leaned back against the railing. At this point, the compulsion to touch myself was so strong I knew I couldn't resist. I began softly to caress myself, and Greg reached over and shoved my knees back and apart so all of them could see. I was so ashamed but also unable to stop myself. Through my own passion, I could hear them say things to me. Dirty things. Things like "Look at that sweet pussy. Look at how wet the slut is. Rub that clit, bitch."
I was again about to complete when Greg said, "Stop, bitch, wait till I can do you.""And knocked my hand away.
Just then, Tyrone said, "How much do you want for the white slut, dude?"
And I became aware that Greg was about to trade my body for drugs. The worst part was, I knew deep inside that I would let him.
Greg looked at them and said, "For two lids of that shit you have, you can both do anything you want to her." Jake, who hadn't said a word, reached into his baggie pocket and produced two baggies of dope. He threw them to Greg and smiled at me. I was suddenly aware of Tyrone beside me, and heard him say,
"Ma man Greg here tells me you're a real good cocksucker. So show me how a white girl does it."
I was up on my knees by then and staring at the second penis I had ever seen. It was huge and black. I looked up at him and let my jaw go slack. He almost tenderly guided it into my mouth. Holding the back of my head, he slowly fed it to me, an inch at a time. Every time he hit my gag reflex, he would back off just a little, then continue. Soon, he was sliding that thing in and out of my mouth. Jake was behind me, easing my knees back and spreading them slowly. I could feel his hand rub my pussy as he reached around my waist. I spasmed through my first orgasm with Tyrone's cock in my throat and Jake rubbing my pussy from behind. I felt Jake's knees in between mine and his shaft at the entrance of my pussy. I had never done it this way before, like a dog. He slammed into me. No gentleness, no care for me. When he entered me, he impaled me on Tyrone's dick. I put up my hands to push away, but they held me tight. The sensation of being unable to breathe was so strong, I almost fainted. They backed off long enough to let me catch a breath and slammed me again. It was futile to struggle. I quaked through the most intense physical feeling I had ever felt.
I came back to reality to recognize that Tyrone had pulled out of my mouth. He laid down flat on the deck of the tower with his massive dick sticking up like a flagpole. I was guided, carried, pushed until I was straddling him and lowered onto his prick. I remember a feeling of stretching and fullness, but it wasn't long before Tyrone's strong arms were pumping me up and down on his manhood. It was beyond description. Jake stepped up to my face and roughly grabbed my hair. He wiped his cock on my face, leaving trails of my own juices across my cheeks. He plundered my mouth, forcing his cock into my throat. Again, the feelings built deep inside me of powerful, all-encompassing pleasure.
I heard Greg from behind me say, "Hold her still." I was beyond thought. I couldn't fathom what was to occur. Tyrone held me steady, and Jake pulled me further forward. I could feel Greg's knees between mine, with Tyrone's legs between his. It dawned on me what he was about to do. He had tried before, but I had always resisted. I felt him press down hard on the small of my back. My tiny pink rosebud of an asshole was stretched open, and I could feel the breeze tickle my inner cheeks. Greg put his cockhead to my asshole and forced it in ever so slowly. I almost passed out from sensory overload. Pain and pleasure, passion and fear, impending orgasm and total humiliation. He entered me and slowly started to pump. Tyrone resumed too, but more of a pelvic rock with his giant dick embedded in my pussy. Jake held my hair so tight my scalp burned and was jack-hammering in and out of my mouth. I surrendered to waves upon waves of pleasure. Jake was first, pulling out just as he came and shooting his cum all over my face. The sight of it was too much for Tyrone, and he held me tight and grunted through an orgasm. Greg pulled out and came up to take Jake's place, putting his cock fresh from my asshole into my mouth. I collapsed, and he shot his cum deep down my throat. I came to a short time later. Jake and Tyrone were both gone. Greg was sitting there smoking his new weed. He looked at me and said, "Hey, babe, I'm gonna let you smoke this with me, cool."
I didn't even answer him. I slipped on my shorts and T-shirt and walked home, leaving him there smoking his dope. It came to me right there that his weed was worth more to him than I was. I went on to be a Prom Queen that year. I danced with the Prom King and went to football games. I did all the normal things my friends did, except date. I did win the spot as Class Valedictorian. I spent several years wondering if I could ever have sex with a man again. The answer is yes. In college, I found the right guy, just home from Vietnam, and so dashing in his uniform. He filled me with laughter and treated me with respect. After we were married, he found out when to pull my hair and when to "force" me to be nasty. But I always knew he would respect me, and I was the most important thing in his life.
That is how I found out men were all pigs. The upside to it is, I enjoy rolling in the mud sometimes, and my pig can make me feel better than all of the others did at once." | 5 |
110,019 | The Mall | Here I am, sitting in my nice new house on a weekend with nothing to do. POOH!! I shipped the kids back east to Grandma's and set up a nice weekend for me and my Hubby, and he gets called in to work. Yes, it is true that his new job pays far better than a beat cop gets paid back at home, and this nice new house is a good thing for the family, but damn, don't I need time too?
Well, no more TV, no more housework - what am I going to do? Ah, go shopping!
Okay, what am I going to wear? Let's see, it will have to be cool - I am not used to this heat at all. At least the mall will be cool. Hmm, panties, of course, sandals, and this nice sundress. It is a bit too daring for the mother of three. But I can wear that cute little white short blazer to cover my bare back. I sure wish my husband had gotten the air conditioner fixed in the car - it will be a hot, sweaty ride.
Ah, air conditioning at last. It feels so nice. Let's just see what I just have to have, haw. I wonder why that guy is staring? Let me look in the mirror. I hope my dress isn't torn or something. Oh my! I forgot my jacket, and my nipples are showing through this cotton dress. I really should go to the car and get my cover. Oh, there goes another guy. I haven't been stared at like this since high school. Well, let's take another look, shall we? Um, yes, just let me put my hair in a ponytail, and I almost look like the cheerleader I was 15 years ago. I might just enjoy the attention. What else should I get to add to my sexy new look? I know, high heels. There is a store named "The Wild Pair". I bet they will have some really sexy shoes.
"May I help you, Miss?" said the store clerk as he approached.
"Yes, I would like to try on a pair of these, please," I replied as I looked up at the young clerk. He is having trouble not staring. This will be fun.
"Right away, Miss!" he answered, dashing to the stock room. "Excuse me. I forgot to get your shoe size, Miss," he asked sheepishly.
"Well, maybe you should measure," I said, heading for a chair. I sat down quickly, allowing my skirt to billow out and settle somewhat higher than usual for me. The sweet young man carefully places the scale on my foot, kneeling before me on one knee. I can actually feel his hand tremble as he caresses my calf softly. I lean forward, sliding my hem even higher, and raise my foot and allow him to measure. I place my elbows together on my knee and lean my chin on my hand, knowing full well that when he looks up, he will see down my dress.
"That should do it, a size 6," he says, raising his eyes to look at me. His gaze fastens on my cleavage for just a few seconds, and he blushes a deep red. "I will be right back," he says, rushing again to the stock room. I should be ashamed of myself, I think as I toy with the top button of my dress. I secretly smile, "what the hell," I whisper to myself as I pop open the button and then the second, allowing much more cleavage than is proper for a housewife out shopping.
"Here we are," says the young clerk as he approaches. "May I recommend a pair of cute socks for these boots?" he asks as he kneels and shows me a pair of white ruffle-top ankle socks.
"Sure, I will try them," I say, knowing full well that combined with the black ankle boots, with four-inch heels, it will make me look like a slut. He gently slips on the socks and then laces the cute leather boots.
"Hmm, let me walk a bit, okay?" I say, offering him my hand.
"Sure," he replies, helping me up. I saunter around the store, swinging my hips a little more than is necessary, and enjoy the reaction of the clerk. I feel so terribly slutty in a short, almost backless sundress held up by just thin straps and unbuttoned in the front to between my breasts, teetering about on high boots with tiny ruffled socks at my ankles. I pay for the boots and slip my sandals into a bag provided by the clerk. "Thank you very much," I say, smiling, as the clerk intently stares at the soft curve of my upper breast.
Hmm, what else will I dare to do today, I think as I wander down the aisle of the mall. Just look at the heads turn. I love this. I approach a small vendor, set up in the center of the mall, with delicate jewelry and a nice rack of Temporary Tattoos. As I gaze at the jewelry, I realize it is made for a woman's nipples and blush as my nipples crinkle at the thought of the little nooses tightening around them.
"May I be of service?" I hear a voice say. I turn and see a solid-looking man, dressed in jeans and a nice shirt with a leather vest over it. I notice how sure of himself he seems, and looks, with the distinguished salt-and-pepper hair and beard.
"Just admiring these beautiful Tattoos you have here," I say, flushing slightly. "But I don't think I could get one on."
"Well, I am having a two-for-one sale today, just for pretty ladies like you," he says, smiling a disarming smile. "And for you, I will even put the first one on anywhere you want it." He added. I blushed and hesitated a touch too long, and he took my arm and led me to a rack close to the back. The Tattoos were larger and very detailed. I was impressed by the artwork.
"Here, I think you need this one," he said and reached for the Chinese Dragon my eyes had stopped on.
"Oh, no, that is way too big. I couldn't wear that," I said, looking at him.
"Nonsense!" he exclaimed. "Let me put it on, and then if you don't like it, I will remove it, and there will be no charge."
"Well, okay," I said and allowed him to lead me over to a stool in the corner of his booth.
"Jump up here, honey," he said, patting the stool. The stool was just a little too high for my feet to touch, so I linked my heels through the bottom rung, which caused my knees to spread a bit. I realized that the entire stool had disappeared beneath my dress, and I was sitting directly on the cold steel top with nothing between me and it but my cotton panties. I put my hands on the rim between my legs to keep my hem down and looked back over my shoulder at the man. He approached me and sits on a second stool and carefully reaches out and flicks the strap off my shoulder. The only thing keeping my breast from being completely exposed was the side of my dress being trapped between my arm and my side. As it was, the top of my areola of my right breast was clearly visible. I was glad he was behind me. He carefully wiped my shoulder blade with a cotton ball wet with rubbing alcohol and said, "This pattern is made to be worn on your shoulder or your thigh," as he gently rubs. I could feel my skin cool from the alcohol, and I realized my panties were getting moist with my own juices. I slowly started to rock my pelvis, which put pressure directly on my pussy lips and caused tremendous little shivery feelings. The stranger applied the Tattoo to the moist area on my shoulder and rubbed it oh so carefully as I continue my slow, gentle rock on his stool. He peeled off the paper and started to pat it with baby powder. "There you go," he said, reaching for a mirror.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed as I looked at the reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe how erotic it looked to see a Dragon crawling down my shoulder blade. "It is beautiful," I added. I sat there for a second, looking at the vision I presented in the mirror - almost topless, my bare back and shoulder adorned by a Tattoo, my knees thrust out almost sideways, and a clear outline of my ass through my thin dress.
"Let me show you the other half of your two-for-one," I heard from in front of me. I remembered I was not alone just then and blushed deeply, feeling the heat spread across the almost bare chest I was showing to a complete stranger. He held out a wonderful little chain, sparkling with gold and little gold stars, with two tiny nooses on the end. I blushed even deeper, realizing it was meant for my nipples.
"Oh, I couldn't," I stammered as he pulled his stool close to me. I realized just then that I was still gently rocking my hips, doing slow, tiny, pelvic thrusts, and my pussy was starting to pulsate. The pressure from the cool stool through my sopping wet panties was intense.
"Nonsense," he said. "Here, let me show you how to get them on." He reached over and cupped each of my breasts until the dress I was wearing slipped to the sides. The feel of his rough palms scraping over my nipples was almost too much. He reached into a glass and came out with a piece of ice. He gently caressed my left nipple with the cube and then slipped the noose over it and gave a quick tug. The pain of it tightening at the base of my nipple was mixed with intense pleasure. When he tugged, I rocked forward, putting pressure on my puffy pussy lips. As he prepared the right nipple, I had to bite my lip and look away to stop from screaming with passion. Again, he tugged, causing little lightning bolts to surge through my tummy straight to my clit. He looked me straight in the eye and wrapped his little finger through the chain and began to pull and release. I couldn't help but rock on his high, cold stool. In just seconds, I was rolling back my head and shuddering through an intense orgasm.At that moment, I realized I was in a tiny stall, in a public mall, separated from the general population by nothing but a portable partition. I was having an orgasm from a complete stranger. I felt completely spent. The man helped me up from my perch, and I fumbled with my purse. His hand reached out and patted mine, and he said with a smile, "No charge. It was my treat." He gently closed my dress top so that only an inch of chain could be seen between my breasts and helped me wobble out of his stall.
As I entered the breezeway of the mall, still flushed with sexual fulfillment, I felt a hand grasp me, very firmly just above the elbow, and start rushing me to a clear area.
"HEY!" I stated. "What's the deal here?" I looked at the man holding my arm. He was dressed in a three-piece suit and looked strong and professional.
"Mall security, ma'am. Please come with me," he said briskly. He took me to a service hallway and said, "I am arresting you for committing a lewd act in public. We maintain surveillance on all the temporary vendors for our customers' safety, and we have your entire little act on tape." I was dumbstruck. He spun me around and told me to put my hands on the wall. He kicked my feet further apart and roughly frisked me. I felt shame as he touched my still-sopping panties. He snapped on a steel handcuff on one hand, then the other. As he spun me around, his icy stare fell on my now-exposed breasts, with their leash still holding my nipples at full arousal. With his hand at my shoulder, he propelled me down the hallway and pushed me roughly into an office. I was put in a steel chair that was bolted to the floor, and a clip attached my handcuffs to the back of the chair. He sat behind the desk and started typing at the computer, filling out a police report.
"Isn't there some way you could give me just a warning?" I asked, looking at him with my best sad puppy look.
"Ma'am, I saw you break the law. I can't just let you go," he replied, looking at me sideways.
"Officer, I just can't let my husband find out or my family. Please, I will do anything, please," I pleaded, as I leaned forward, sure that he could see my breasts. He leaned back in his chair and stared at me, fixing me with an icy look. He got up and took off his jacket, hanging it carefully over his chair. Then he walked around the desk and sat on the edge, with his arms folded, and said, "Anything?" with a thin smile crossing his lips. I looked away, feeling his eyes glaring at my nakedness. I looked up at him as he loosened his tie. He took it off his neck and flipped the loop over my head, quickly snapping it tight, drawing me to the edge of the chair. As he drew me tight, my arms strained from the cuffs being clipped to the back of the chair. I felt my elbows burn from the extension, and the cuffs bit deep into my wrists.
"I will do anything I want to you anyway," he laughed as he leered at me with cruelty in his eyes. He unzipped his pants, and out fell a semi-hard cock. "I bet this is what you wanted as that old biker was tweaking your tits, wasn't it, bitch?" He leered. He took his free hand and grasped his dick, slowly stroking it and slapping my cheeks and lips with it. I could feel it oozing precum onto my lips. I tried to turn my head, but he just tugged the tie around my neck tighter. It was just tight enough to make it difficult to breathe. He looked down at me and said, "Open wide, bitch, and if you bite, I will hurt you!" I closed my eyes and let my jaw fall open. He stuffed his big cock in my mouth and grabbed my hair with his other hand. He started sliding my mouth up and down the shaft with his hand in my hair and the other holding the tie around my neck. I fought back my gag reflex and flattened my tongue as he pushed deeper. Soon, on every stroke, my nose was brushing through his pubes, and his balls were slapping my chin. He fucked my face with long, powerful strokes. I felt his dick twitching, and I knew it would soon be over. Quickly, he pulled out of my mouth and said, "Naw, bitch, you aren't getting off that easy." He reached down and unsnapped the clip holding me to the chair and stood me up with the tie around my neck. He stepped up behind me and popped both of my straps, and my dress fell to the floor. Still holding me up on my toes by the tie he was using like a leash, he began to caress my body roughly. He tugged on the nipple leash until I winced with pain, then he stuffed his hand down my panties, rubbing his coarse fingers over my clit. "Oh, you little slut. You are all wet down there from that blowjob," he snickered. He ripped off my panties and threw them onto the desk. There I stood, nude except for nipple jewelry and frilly socks in high leather ankle boots, my wrists cuffed behind me and a leash tied securely around my throat. He walked me over to the big steel desk and pushed me roughly down on its top. I was face down, with my toes barely able to reach the floor. He came around the desk and tied the leash to the top drawer handle, securing me in place. I felt him get behind me and started to squirm and yell. He reached around me and stuffed my still-wet panties into my mouth. He then took his belt and secured it around my head to keep me from spitting out my panties. I could feel the leather belt cut into the soft tissue at the sides of my mouth. He then slipped the end under my handcuffs and pulled back tight. My hands were forced up between my shoulder blades, and my head was snapped back. He put his free hand at the base of my back to hold me still and put his cock, still wet with my own spit, in the crack of my ass. I gave him one last struggle, and he snapped my arms up tight and my head back. I knew it was useless. He pushed down hard on my back and lunged forward, impaling my tight anus on his giant prick. I almost blacked out with pain, but deep inside me, I could feel my body responding to him. He laughed and began to stroke deep and hard. With every lunge, my nipples trapped under me were tugged, and my clit was bounced over the hard, cold edge of the desk. I couldn't help myself; I could feel an unbelievable orgasm building deep in my womb. I heard the bastard say, "Look at this little whore, she's getting off on being ass-reamed!" Just as all my muscles went tense, and my eyes rolled back, and my toes curled up as tight as they ever had, he pulled out and squirted gobs of hot cum on my ass. I came with him so hard that I thought I would break my arms. He let me rest there for a minute while he was cleaning up. Then I felt keys in the cuffs and the belt being taken off of my mouth. He took me to a door and said, "If I ever catch you in my mall again, it's straight to jail. Understand?" I meekly nodded my head as he shoved me out into the twilight and threw me my dress. I glanced around, and quickly dressed. Luckily, there was no one close to the side door that he had unceremoniously slammed just a minute before. I walked to my car, tenderly rubbing my wrists and feeling the growing sticky spot on my back and ass. I stepped into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. There were still red marks at the corners of my mouth and around my wrists. I started the car and picked up my cellphone.
"Hello, Mall Security. May I help you?" came the answer.
"Honey, don't forget the tape. I don't want your crew to see it, okay?" I said. "And pick up my panties from your office too, please. Bye, I love you." | 3 |
110,154 | The Slippering of a Strawberry Blonde | Hello, readers. I am Dave Henderson, Sally's husband, and here is a story featuring the Henderson family in recent years.
Corporal punishment in state schools was ended in England in the 1980s when the European Court of Human Rights awarded punitive damages against the education authorities in Glasgow for allowing a girl to be physically punished. However, in private boarding schools, it lingered on until after the Labour Party won the general election of 1997. Then, when Tony Blair became Prime Minister, there was a law to ban corporal punishment in all schools, public and private. A few private Christian colleges objected, but their objections were overruled.
Meanwhile, in 1999, just before the millennium, when she was in her mid-fifties, Sally retired as headmistress of her school. This was financially possible because both of us had come into a considerable amount of inherited wealth. Sally loved her job, and at first, she found it difficult to cope with retirement; but, seeing the writing on the wall, she preferred to leave rather than to attempt to maintain discipline among several hundred lively teenage girls without the assistance of her trusty slipper.
As for me, I am 8 years older than Sally, and as a policeman, I was entitled to an early retirement. I left the force with a good pension in 1990 when I was 55 years old.
After I retired, I needed something to keep me occupied, so I applied to become a Justice of the Peace. These days, it is a lot easier to become a magistrate than it used to be. For many of us, modern life is fairly hectic and stressful, suitable recruits are more difficult to find, and the authorities are calling for volunteers.
The result was that by the early 1990s, I had completed my basic magistrates training and was regularly sitting on the bench in our local cathedral city, located about seven miles from Sally's boarding school.
As you may have gathered from listening to police spokespersons on the media, we coppers have fairly strict views on law and order. Nothing annoys us more than to go to all the trouble of launching a successful prosecution and then for the authorities to gently tap the miscreant's wrist with a feather and tell him to be a good boy. My magisterial style is thus strict and firm, and in this, I am supported by my partner on the bench (magistrates these days usually sit in twos). She is Betty Cockroft, a formidable old spinster, impeccably middle-class, impeccably straight-laced, and implacably opposed to delinquency and law-breaking. Betty is a likeable old bird when you get to know her, but if you are on the wrong side of her, she can be a fierce, tyrannical and vindictive old harridan.
Quite a few of our cases feature young people who have been drunk and disorderly on Friday and Saturday nights. This is a comparatively new feature of life in our ancient cathedral cities, and one that, in my view, has got to be stopped. Anyone who can afford to get roaring drunk in the overpriced clubs, bars and bistros in the city centre can afford to pay a hefty fine, and Betty and I always inflict one. Oh yes. In the cold, sober light of a Monday morning, many drunken revellers have been given good cause to regret that they have fallen foul of Betty and me.
I particularly enjoy slapping down young ladies who have been caught drunk and _in flagrante delicto_. This is something that Sally and I laugh and joke about. She can no longer spank them on the bottom, I will tell her, but I can and I will spank them in the pocket, and I will spank them good and hard too. What makes the discomfiture of these female offenders even more delicious is that quite a few of them, when they are not under the influence of alcohol, are charming and delightful young ladies, many of them from the better type of middle-class home. By the time they come up before the beak, they are appalled at what they have done and very nervous and apprehensive about what we will do to them. They are ashamed of their antics and deeply mortified at their public humiliation and punishment.
Well, when Betty and I get one of these young females up before us, we always give her a good smacking. I am the more senior magistrate, so it falls to me to administer the regulation rollicking. This is a most pleasant duty, and I always fulfil it with enthusiasm and gusto. I stress the serious nature of the offence and, in great detail, the severity of the punishments that we have it in our power to inflict. These include a large number of hours of community service, an ASBO (anti-social behaviour order) and a recommendation for a period of probation of up to three years. I will point out that the young lady is from an excellent home background (if, indeed, she is) and that she has seriously let down her family and her friends. Oh yes! After a few minutes of GBH (grievous bodily harm) of the ear-hole from me, she is blushing profusely, her heart is pounding, and she is all of a flutter.
Then I deliver my punch line. Since this is her first offence, I will say, and to spare her family from further embarrassment, for just this once, we are prepared to be lenient with her. I then inflict a really swingeing fine and send her on her way with a flea in her ear. The really appalling thing is that, since I have prepared the ground so well, the victim of my draconian justice usually thinks that she has got off lightly.
Then, shortly afterwards, there appears a full and detailed report of the victim's court appearance in the local county newspaper. Now, being fined, especially for something comparatively amusing and trivial such as getting drunk and going large at the weekend, is very amusing, indeed hilariously funny, to almost everybody except the victim, and the bigger the fine the funnier it is. Thus, just when she is at her most rueful, and is feeling very sorry for herself, the victim has to endure the deep, delicious schadenfreude of her friends and acquaintances, and to put up with their sly digs, teases, and jokes.
I remember in 1998 I had a twenty-year-old female undergraduate from our local university up before me. There were two charges, drunk and disorderly, and theft. The theft was that she had playfully taken a garden gnome from a front garden and had gone waltzing away with it up the street. As she stood before us in her demurest clothing on that bright Monday morning, she looked as if butter would not melt in her mouth. In general, I am sure, it does not, since she was from a good family, and this was the first time that she had ever been in any trouble. Her second-year examinations in English Literature, she explained, had just finished, and she and her friends were celebrating.
Well, the offence was really little more than high spirits, and I suppose that we could have let her off with a conditional discharge. But that, of course, could never be. The locals in our county, especially the older generation, take the hooliganism of the young very seriously, and they expect something to be done about it. So Betty and I decided to do something. I gave the young lady a severe dressing down, told her that she was getting off very lightly this time, and then fined her GBP100 for being drunk and disorderly and GBP200 for theft. Wow! GBP300 in total! An expensive night! She and some of her friends were interviewed about it all in the local rag. Most of her friends thought it was all one big laugh, and par for the course for an end-of-examinations celebration. But the young lady herself was not laughing. She was well mortified and chastened. Feeling very sorry for herself, she said that it would take her more than eight days' wages from her vacation job to pay the fine. She gave the figures, and I worked it out. It came to well over sixty hours of labour, so, having offended in haste, she had plenty of time to repent at leisure. Needless to say, after that highly effective short sharp shock, she has never come up before Betty and me again!
This pleasant task that has been entrusted to me of slapping down young ladies took on a new dimension in April 2003. From that date, all workers who come into contact with children, such as nurses, teachers, doctors, policemen and similar, must be checked with the Criminal Records Bureau (CRB'd) on appointment, and every 3 or 5 years thereafter. And, when they are CRB'd, the details of every little conviction except for minor motoring offences will be revealed. So if, for example, the young lady who stole the gnome becomes an English teacher, she will have to explain to her headmaster, and/or to her Board of Governors, what it was all about. Such a minor peccadillo could hardly lead to her losing her job, but it is likely to cause great embarrassment to her and considerable hilarity and mirth to her superiors.And just as it used to be twice as funny if a young lady took twelve, as opposed to six, of the best from Sally's slipper, so it is three times as funny that our female English student was fined £300 rather than £100.
Of course, I did not know of this development when I sentenced our young gnome stealer in 1998, but I know it now, and it gives an extra little sexual frisson to my work. A short while ago, for example, we had a young lady, an eighteen-year-old police cadet, before us. There were two charges, drunk and disorderly and public indecency. What the indecency bit was all about was that she had flashed her bare breasts at a group of admiring lads, and had then turned around, pulled down her knickers, raised her mini-skirt, and shown them her naked bottom. As a police recruit, she might have got away with it, since dog always tries not to eat dog. But unfortunately for her, the arresting officers did not know her, and when she claimed to be a copper, they assumed that she was trying it on. Then, when the truth came out, things had gone too far to stop the case coming to court and, in any case, by then her superior officers were amused at her plight, and had concluded that she deserved to be taught a lesson.
Oh, wow, dear readers! Did I enjoy this case? The evidence against the accused included CCTV (closed-circuit television) coverage. The security cameras in the city centre have recently been upgraded and they now produce images of excellent quality. Thus the videotape footage displayed the young lady's assets perfectly to my admiring and excited gaze. What full, well-developed, buxom, bouncing breasts she had! And what a beautifully plump and shapely rump! It was big and white, and she shook it all about for the lads! Then, between her two bum cheeks, Betty and I could clearly discern her plump labial lips, pouting ever so slightly open. Fortunately, she had shaved all of the pubic hair from off her quim and we got an excellent view. (This embarrassing footage, of course, was shown only to the magistrates and not to the whole court, and it made me feel very smug about the privileges of my office!)
Well, Betty was incensed at this lewd display of body parts, and I had concluded that we had little option but to make an example of the young lady. It is well known that I am an ex-police chief and if I were seen to be going easy on one of my own, it would not look good at all. So we really threw the book at this trainee WPC (Woman Police Constable).
The pre-sentence rollicking was a joy. I took my time and built up to the finale slowly. I told the culprit that she was a disgrace to the force, that people expected the police to set an example, that I had myself been a police chief for many years and that I had never, ever, in my long experience, come across anything so disgraceful, so shaming and so outrageous, etc., etc. (This was not strictly true, of course, but I was straining for effect!) Meanwhile, the young lady stood in the dock, blushing and palpitating profusely. She was by now thoroughly ashamed of herself, and mortified at what she had done. Then, after I had told her (liar that I am!) that she was getting off lightly, we fined the culprit a total of £500 (£150 for drunk and disorderly, and £350 for public indecency). This amounted to a sizeable percentage of her monthly pay cheque, and as she stepped down from the dock, she looked ashamed and mortified, but also very sorry for herself at the swingeing severity of the fine. Meanwhile, call me a pervert and a dirty old man (both of which I am!) because by now my cock was as stiff as a poker.
The county newspaper really went to town on this case. There was a full, verbatim report of the proceedings and also an editorial. The latter, would you believe, singled out for praise "Magistrate Dave Henderson," an ex-policeman himself who, despite his seeming clash of interests, administered justice firmly and with no hint of bias or corruption. The feedback that I got from my police contacts was also gratifying. The embarrassed victim was ribbed mercilessly by her colleagues with the lads shouting after her "show us your tits, love," "take down your knickers and let's see your bum," and so on.
A really sexy aspect of the case is that for the victim it will never go away. Shorn of all the bullshit, this was a minor peccadillo by a young lady who is honest, hard-working, intelligent and able. She should go far in the police force and, if she sticks with it, she will end up in a very senior position by the end of her career. Yet every single time that she gets promoted, and, as well as that, routinely every 3 or 5 years, she will be CRB'd, and her embarrassing antics will be brought to the attention of her superior officers. The conviction is trivial, and will in no way hold her back in her career. But, wow! How I would just love to be one of her senior officers quizzing her about it, and asking her to explain exactly what it was that happened. You can imagine the sort of thing. "Well, Miss Padgett, you were fined £500, and it cannot have been for nothing. I think that you had better explain exactly what it was that you did. What was that? You lifted your top? Why did you do that? And what were you wearing underneath? Explain to me how all this adds up to £500 worth of lawbreaking. There is more isn't there? Come on! As a police officer you are duty bound to give a full and accurate account. Now, would you like to start again?" And all the time, of course, her male superior officer would know exactly what it was that she had done, as indeed would the entire force.
Part 2: Family Affairs
So far our family has not featured large in these accounts of Sally's disciplinary exploits, so I had better fill you in on the situation.
We have four children, three girls and a boy, and Sally bore all of them when she was in her thirties. In 1976 our oldest daughter, Sarah, was born when Sally was 33. In 1978 Rachel appeared, and in 1980 our only son, David. The baby of the family is Angela, born in 1982 when Sally was 39.
By the time that Sarah was born, Sally was already a headmistress. She was promoted at a very young age when her predecessor, Miss Pargeter, retired in 1974. It was a struggle to keep the job through 4 pregnancies, and there were murmurings from some of the parents. But Sally had an able deputy and, in addition, on each occasion that Sally took maternity leave, Miss Pargeter, who lived nearby, was tempted out of retirement to stand in for her. When this happened, it set all minds at rest, for Miss Pargeter was a formidable old party, well able to impress upon any concerned parent that the school was in safe, firm hands.
The story that I am telling you now concerns our son, David. He is a delightful boy who, even as a teenager, was not very obstreperous. He was a joy to the whole family until, in 1996, just before his sixteenth birthday, he contracted meningitis. Well, dear reader, you may have picked up from the odd reference here and there in these memoirs that Sally and I are both practising Christians and regulars at our local Anglican church. Now we got all of our friends and their families to pray constantly for the recovery of our son. Our friends the Mannions secured the prayers of the local Jewish community. The O'Grady's dedicated masses in the local Catholic Church and got an entire sisterhood of nuns to send up constant invocations. And through our local Churches Together group, our vicar marshalled the entreaties of all Christian denominations and those of other faiths as well. And yet, for several days, our son's soul, in the Shakespearean phrase, hovered on the dreadful shores of Styx, and the Grim Reaper stood over him, his sharp scythe raised into the air.
Oh, dear reader! How trite and silly are these light-hearted and amusing recollections when confronted by the stark facts of life and death! I am a happy man, and I have a good life. But I feel now, as I felt then, that I do not wish to continue in this world if my son is not in it with me. But, by the power of prayer, and by the grace of God, our son was saved. The antibiotics began to do their work and he started a slow, painful, but fortunately complete recovery.
I would not have darkened the frivolity of this narrative, dear reader, with such an inappropriate excursion into seriousness unless it was relevant to my purpose. The point I am making is that, after he had been snatched so dramatically from the jaws of death, I was fiercely protective of my only son. From then on, anyone who threatened or messed with David was my enemy unless or until their behaviour was corrected.
The threat when she came was beautiful and fair. She was called Susan O'Malley and her family was from County Galway in Ireland. The O'Malley family were Catholics, but Susan had known David since the 1980s when, together with our daughter Angela, they both attended the pre-school playgroup at our Anglican Church.
When I was off duty, I sometimes used to lend a hand at the playgroups, and I met Susan there when she was a toddler. Already she had those beguiling freckles around her nose, and those long, flowing strawberry blonde tresses that young ladies from Ireland seem to hold the copyright on. But even before she was out of nappies, Susan had that spark of impishness and mischief that is the mark of an intelligent, lively child, as well, unfortunately, as a quick Irish temper. Oh, yes, she was cute. Very cute. But even at that age, you would not wish to cross her.
Susan was two years younger than David. They attended the same primary school, but went to different schools at secondary level. Nevertheless, Susan was the best friend of our daughter Angela, so she was always around our place.From his early teens, David was infatuated by Susan, as well he might have been, and from there on in, things rapidly escalated. By her sixteenth birthday, Susan had developed into a stunningly beautiful young lady. She was already nearly six feet tall, slim, lithe and lissom, but beautifully well developed, and meaty in all the right places. By now, David was mesmerized by her.
Now, our son has been raised with three sisters, so you might think that he was well prepared to meet the challenge of the young lady with whom he was infatuated. But unfortunately, nature in this case had been more important than nurture; like me, David lacked the ladies' man gene, and the lad was nearly as useless with girls as I was at his age. Whenever he was thrown into Susan's company, he blushed profusely, froze up and hardly uttered a word. As for Susan, I now know that she, in turn, was very fond of David; but her way of showing this was to tease and goad him into paying her attention, and this only caused him to be even more withdrawn and embarrassed.
Then there was the incident of David's High School Prom when he left school at the age of eighteen. This Prom idea is a recent American import, and was pushed and promoted by the girls in David's year group. David, like most of the other lads, was not too enamored, but he went along with it. But then came the awful problem. David knew who he wanted to take, but, having placed Susan on this ridiculous pedestal, he would probably die of embarrassment before he had time to ask her. He was a bright lad, but a hopeless and inadequate geek; he had never had a girlfriend, and Susan, together with girls in general, terrified him. He was yearning, aching, to take Susan to the ball, but how on earth could he summon up the courage to ask her? Well, needless to say, as they always do, David's sisters rallied round. Angela had a word with Susan; Susan, who had recently celebrated her sixteenth birthday, was delighted to be asked, and readily agreed that David could escort her to the ball.
Now, at that ball, Susan took things into her own hands and came onto David very strongly. I suspect that it might have been that time in her monthly cycle when she was at her most fecund, her most frustrated, and her most randy. She was now sixteen, the age at which, in the UK, young ladies can be legally deflowered, and she was eager for David to do the business. Angela was also at the ball, partnering one of David's friends, and she later gave us graphic, not to say lurid, accounts of what had happened. In the slow dances, the couple were kissing with their tongues down each other's throats; their hands were roving over the more intimate parts of each other's bodies; and David's raging hard-on could be clearly discerned beneath the tight-fitting trousers of his dinner jacket. Angela added that she could not vouch for what went on later, when the couple went out for a long time into the school garden. But what did not go on was that Susan was not deflowered. David did not push home his advantage and, at least for the moment, he lost his chance.
Well, on the plus side, the events at the Ball had certainly created some sort of relationship between the two love birds; but it was not, unfortunately, a healthy one. Susan was furious with her paramour. She had planned her strategy with great care. I now know that she had gone prepared with three condoms hidden inside her bra. She had offered her virginity to the boy with whom she was rapidly falling in love, and, as she saw it, she had been spurned. So she started to regale David with a lot of nonsense. He had almost caught her off her guard on the night, she told him, but she would never be so foolish again. Our son, she swore, would never get her into bed with him. After this fiasco, she and David could only ever be just friends.
Now, few people are as gauche with ladies as I am, but even I could see that these tirades were bullshit. David's correct response was to cut through all this nonsense, bring the young lady swiftly to bed, deflower her, and then give her the bonking of her life. That would have cleared the air between them, and after that, they could have got on with their relationship.
But that, of course, was not what happened. Poor David just could not cope with all of this, and during the long hot summer before he went off to university, he withdrew into a sullen and morose shell.
And what was I to do? I was, as I have said, deeply protective of David. The situation brought back all of the amatory failures of my own youth. I knew what David was going through, and I felt for him. Soon, like David, I was in a mood of deep depression.
But there was more. By now, I was into my late sixties, and my biological clock was telling me that I wanted grandchildren. Susan was just the girl to carry the Henderson dynasty into the third millennium; but our two lovebirds were seriously cocking up their relationship.
I felt very sorry for David. Susan, unfortunately, was behaving like a lot of modern misses in England. She was confident and self-assured; in my view, she was too cocky by half. Worse still, she was insensitive and unforgiving of David's weaknesses and inadequacies, and she was making no attempt to help him. She was a typical product of the Spice Girls, "girl power" and the 1990s, and David, like a lot of our young men, just could not cope with it. Susan needed, I concluded, to be brought to heel. David had put her on a pedestal, and she had to be knocked off it. I knew the perfect way to chasten her and to slap her into line, but unfortunately, that, it seemed, was not on the cards.
Yet something needed to be done, and it needed to be done urgently. Susan was an absolutely stunning, drop-dead gorgeous piece of Eve's flesh. She was also witty, vivacious, lively, coquettish, and enchanting in every way. Young men would be swarming around her like bees around a honey pot, and if David dallied for very long, he risked losing her forever. "A faint heart," I pondered morosely, "never won a fair lady." And then I added, with a determined glint in my eye, "Unless, of course, it gets a bit of help."
The matter was resolved in early September 1998, just before David went off to take up his place at Oxford University. The cause of Susan's downfall was her quick, rash, violent Irish temper. I do not know why, but one day when Susan had come around, supposedly to see Angela, she and David had a blazing row. Something that Susan had said or done, at long last, had stirred David up and pushed him over the edge, because he was arguing loudly and violently with his lover. I did not catch all of it, but, from what I could make out, David, for once, was giving as good as he got.
Susan was furious. She took a large can of emerald green spray paint from our garage and sprayed it all over David's car, windows and all. Now, this car was a fairly old vehicle that we had bought for David to celebrate his success in the Oxford entrance examinations; its bodywork was sound, though, and it only had 39,000 miles on the clock. We hoped that it would give David several years of decent motoring, until after he had graduated and was earning enough money to buy something better. So, by damaging that car, Susan was being a very naughty girl, and that gave Sally and me our chance to strike.
Anyway, after her act of vandalism, Susan biffed off back home, while David, who had followed her to the car, managed to get back into the house before he collapsed into helpless tears, bawling and blubbering like a baby.
That night, as we lay in bed together, Sally and I had a long talk about the situation. Nineteen ninety-eight was the year before Sally retired as headmistress, and she was still in her post; the girls of the school, however, were not due back after the summer vacation for another 2 weeks. The other teachers were all on holiday, and even the caretaker and his wife had gone off for a late summer break. The school, in short, was deserted. But the headmistress's study lay at our disposal, and we decided to make good use of the facility.
Three days later, Sally herself telephoned to Susan's mobile. "Miss O'Malley," she explained, "I am calling on behalf of our local magistrate, Mr. Dave Henderson. Mr. Henderson would like to talk to you about a serious case of criminal damage in which you were involved late last week. He has summoned you to a meeting to discuss the matter." Sally put on a posh voice that cleverly disguised her slight Cheshire accent. Susan, she told me, had assumed that she was my secretary or an official of the court. She had sounded shocked and frightened by the call, and had readily agreed to attend the meeting.
It was my job to square David with what we were about to do. I did not give him any details, but I made him promise that he would support his parents, wherever it led, for the period between the hours of 08.00 and 12.00 the next morning. The lad was puzzled but intrigued; in a somewhat theatrical show of solidarity, he swore a solemn oath that he would follow us, that he would be loyal to us unto death.
The next morning at 09.00 hours, Sally, David and I arrived at the school gates to find Susan already waiting outside them. Sally unlocked the gates, opened up the school, and led us all to the headmistress's study.
"Very well, Miss O'Malley," I said peremptorily, in a tone that made it clear that this was not a matter for democratic debate. "Please stand on that mat and face the desk." Susan was shocked at the formality of my tone; after all, this was the girl who, ever since she was at day nursery, I had called Susan.
"Yes, Mr. Henderson," replied Susan.
"Oh, that's all right then," I thought to myself."Susan usually addresses me as Dave, but she seems already to have picked up the ground rules for this little game.
Sally and I then sat at the desk, and David stood behind us. Susan, I noticed, shot him a glance and he shrugged his shoulders to indicate his ignorance of what was about to happen.
"Miss O'Malley," I began. "I thought I had better have a word with you before I hand this matter over to the police."
"The police, sir?" blurted out Susan, and she sounded very frightened.
"Yes, young lady, the police," I affirmed severely. "Last Friday a crime was committed; this young gentleman's car was vandalised; it suffered several hundred pounds worth of criminal damage."
"Yes, sir," replied Susan dully. By now her pretty freckled face was burning red. All the anger, all the temper, all the pertness and all the cockiness, had been knocked out of her, and she stood before me demure and contrite, the long, luxurious locks of her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair dangling free over, between and below her pert nubile breasts.
Then I administered to Susan one of my classic magisterial rollockings. I stressed that the case against her was absolutely watertight. There were at least 3 eye-witnesses, and in any court of law in the land their testimony would be decisive. I then explained, quoting chapter and verse, exactly what laws the culprit had violated, and what charges were likely to be brought against her. This case, I added, did not only entail criminal damage. There was also the theft of the can of spray paint, and of the paint itself, to be taken into account. I then listed the maximum penalties for each of the offences that had been committed, adding that it was a moot point whether the magistrates had the authority to deal with a case of such seriousness. It might, I added ominously, be referred instead to the County Court. Oh wow! Was I enjoying myself!
"Well, young lady," I concluded, "Have you got anything to say in your defence?"
"No, sir," said Susan mechanically.
To this I replied acidly that if that was the best she could do she would never make a good defence lawyer. In the interests of fair and impartial justice, I added, I myself would help her with a few questions. But in the end it was up to the victim of the crime, the young man who owned the vandalised car, to decide whether or not to press charges. I glanced at David who by now was looking embarrassed and mortified. But, true to his oath, he kept silent and made no comment.
"What is the state of your parents' marriage?"
"Please sir, my father recently left my mother for another woman."
"And what about your mother?"
"She has a new partner too, sir."
"Where are you living at the moment?"
"I spend some of my time with one parent, and some with the other, sir. And I sometimes stay with my best friend, Angela." Yes, that is true, I thought, and I recalled how Susan had been having a lot of sleepovers with us lately. Thanks goodness that Susan had got her GCSE examinations out of the way in early summer, before all of this shit hit the fan.
"And how do you get on with your parents' new partners?"
"My father's girlfriend hates me, sir. My mother's boyfriend thinks that I am intrusive. I am an only child and both of my parents just want me out of the way so that they can get on with their new lives."
Okay, I thought. I'll buy that. Susan's personal misfortunes and traumas dwarfed the minor peccadillo with the spray paint, and I started to feel very sorry for this unfortunate young lady. But, of course, none of this would affect Susan's immediate fate. She still needed to be slapped down and knocked off that pedestal that David had misguidedly put her on, and Sally and I were just the guys to do it.
I next explained that, irrespective of any discretion that the owner of the vandalised car might be prepared to exercise, I myself, in my official capacity as a magistrate, had a duty to see that the culprit was properly punished. In view of the mitigating circumstances in her favour I would prefer not to bring this matter to court, and I thought that I could see a possible way out.
"If you were a schoolgirl here," I explained, "I would ask Mrs. Henderson, the headmistress, to discipline you and you would take the normal punishment of twelve of the best with the slipper. This is what has happened on a number of previous occasions, and it has meant that the school's good name has not been blighted, and that the young ladies have not been saddled with a criminal record. If you are prepared to undergo that ordeal I think that, in this case too, I might reasonably exercise magisterial discretion and let the matter drop. So think hard, Miss O'Malley, and do not answer straight away. Take at least a minute or two to ponder it over, and then let me know your decision. And before you do decide perhaps I had better explain that for such a serious offence I must insist you take your punishment across your bare bottom. This is what has always happened in previous cases where a schoolgirl spanking has atoned for a criminal act.
Susan was physically jolted by this revelation. By now her face was beetroot and she looked very flustered. "Yes my girl," I thought to myself. "You look very fetching standing there. You're all hot and bothered, aren't you? But you will be a lot hotter and much more bothered by the time that Sally has finished with you!"
Then Susan made her answer: "I'll take the slipper, sir."
Part 3: The Slippering of a Strawberry Blonde
"I must warn you," I added, "That even if you are spanked I can give no absolute guarantee that the case will not come to court. After your punishment I will ask the victim of the crime to call it. If he decides that your chastisement is inadequate he is still at liberty to press charges. Do you still wish to proceed, knowing that?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Hum," I mused to myself pleasantly. In a few years time, dear Susan, I hope to hear you utter those last two words to my son at the hymeneal altar. But for the moment you have a sharp and uncomfortable lesson to learn."
"Very well, Miss O'Malley," I continued briskly. "Take off all of your clothes please."
"_All_ of them, sir?"
"Yes, _all_ of them young lady. Your crime deserves a humiliating punishment, and the victim of the crime has a right to see that justice is done. As for me," I lied outrageously, "I am too old to be affected by it."
It was from this point on that I noticed a change in Susan's demeanour. The full implications of what was going on began to hit her and I did no think that her reaction was totally negative. After all, David was the young man with whom she was, for all of her denials and her skirmishings, falling in love, and she was being told to strip off stark naked in front of him! If she wanted to sell herself to him this must have seemed like a good marketing opportunity! Meanwhile I took a glance backwards at David, and I could see his cock standing rock hard underneath his trousers. These were good omens indeed, I thought, for the final denouement that Sally and I had in mind.
Stimulated by the possibilities of the situation, Susan began the process of stripping off more quickly than I had anticipated. It was a warm, dry summer day, and she was not wearing much anyway. Anyway, she removed her cardigan with no trouble and, on my instructions hung it on a nearby hat peg. But then, embarrassed, she paused.
"Come on, young lady. Now the dress."
Eventually this too was removed and hung of the peg leaving the victim stripped to her bra and knickers.
"Now the shoes and socks, please."
This suggestion surprised Susan.
"Why? Do I have to?"
I nodded and Susan obediently complied.
"The bra," I prompted, and Susan slipped it off.
Oh wow! Now I got a clear, uninterrupted view of Susan's naked breasts. She is quite a slim lady, and I was surprised that they were so big. But oh my! It wasn't just the size. They were beautiful. They were slightly pendulous, but firm and bouncing, held in a perfect position by the suppleness and elasticity of youth. I began to fantasise. "I wonder what these luscious mounds will look like," I mused, "In a few years time after, as I hope, they have breast-fed several of my grandchildren. The large, succulent nipples, with their delicious coral pink aureolas, certainly seemed up to the task of breast feeding. I was delighted to see that they were also hard and engorged, giving clear evidence of intense sexual arousal. The plan is working out well, I mused.
"The knickers."
The enormity of this instruction hit home and elicited a minor revolt.
"Please, sir, do I have to?"
"The knickers," I repeated. "Or, alternatively, of course, we could still call this off."
"No, sir," replied Susan contritely. "Please don't do that."
And she slowly and confusedly removed her skimpy briefs.
I am sorry, dear reader, but I do not have the skill to accurately describe the exquisite and delectable beauty of the young lady who now stood naked, in all her resplendent glory, before us. Such a task would have challenged the genius of the mighty Shakespeare himself. The sun was shining brightly from the large window behind the desk and it illuminated every square centimetre of flesh, every quivering muscle, and every taut tendon. The colouration was exquisite. The long, strawberry blonde hair cascaded over the breasts and down to the navel. Susan's face and body were beautifully suntanned except for parts of her bosom and of her crotch, which had been protected from its rays by a brief, skimpy bikini. Her face was lovely. Her clear, blue translucent eyes shone like sapphires. Her aristocratic nose was thin and elegant with a thick clump of freckles, brought out to ripeness by the summer sun, adding a delicious hint of impishness and mischief."Her cheeks were rosy, the dimples of her smiles temporarily banished by her expression. Oh wow! That look of apprehension, embarrassment, and fluster on Susan's face was priceless. I felt a sharp sexual arousal at her discomfiture, and already, even before the start of play, I had a cock like a rock.
Susan's neck was long and swan-like. Her waist was trim, tapering out delightfully to a broad pelvis. Her belly button was pierced, and from it there gleamed a gold stud into which was set a large cut gemstone that flashed in the strong sunlight, sending out bright beams of light shimmering and gleaming with all the colors of the rainbow. The tummy was tight, firm, and shapely. Below the white meat of the crotch, two beautifully suntanned thighs, plump, succulent, and meaty, bulged out invitingly.
But the features that transfixed me most were the white meat of the labial lips and the stunning clump of auburn pussy hair that sprouted from those lips in indelicate and saucy profusion. Susan's pubic hair was slightly darker than the hair on her head, and it shone a rich reddish-gold color in the rays of the sun. Oh my, my girl, I pondered. You are going to catch it, and catch it hard! The hairier the pussy, the sharper Sally slaps it! Your ring will sting, and no mistake!
"Thank you, Miss O'Malley, for your co-operation. I am now handing you over to Mrs. Henderson, the headmistress, who will administer appropriate correction."
As Sally rose from her desk, I signaled to David to occupy the chair she had vacated. This, I had worked out, would place Susan's bum, cunt lips, and auburn-haired pussy at eye level, only a couple of yards or so away from his face. And if that did not blow his mind, I did not know what would.
"Right, Miss O'Malley," said Sally brightly, "Turn through 180 degrees, please, to face the wall behind you."
Contritely and obediently, Susan complied, and, for the first time, her bare bum was exposed to our excited view. For such a slim, svelte lady, it was big and meaty. It was certainly very shapely. The word "callipygian" came to mind. It means "having or pertaining to shapely buttocks," and Susan's buttocks were amongst the most shapely I had ever seen.
"Now touch your toes, please."
Now, of all the moments in this exciting and invigorating scenario, this was probably the most stunning. I had been here before and was expecting it, but I could see from his reaction that it completely blew David's mind. Susan stretched to the floor, and, as she did so, her shapely calves, her plump labial lips, and her thick clump of pussy hair were presented perfectly to our admiring gaze.
Susan's legs were slightly apart, and this exposed just a little bit more of her inner thighs and pussy. There, hanging just beneath her bum cheeks and pushed together by her thighs, was her large, prominent, hairy vulva, with its vertical coral pink serrated edge pouting open, as if a big red-bearded clam were pushed between her lower buttocks and her upper thighs. Oh wow! I thought. What magnificent cunt lips! And I hoped that in the future, a number of my grandchildren would make their entry into the world through those gorgeous portals.
Then I pondered the happy fate of my son David. If our kinky plans succeeded, he would have Susan's tight, stunning box at his disposal; it would be all his to enjoy and savor. And unlike me, David has not been circumcised. As I have narrated in another story, after I was born, an enemy of my father circumcised me incredibly tightly and very messily. I have no frenulum, an ugly circumcision scar, and a denuded, beat-up, battered dick. There are about eighteen square inches of foreskin and tens of thousands of sensitive nerve endings and pleasure receptors missing from off my cock shaft. I was never given the chance to enjoy a lady perfectly and as nature intended; only a fraction of the sexual pleasure provided by a bountiful Mother Nature was to be allotted to me.
But my son was infinitely more fortunate; he would be able to enter the Nirvana of Susan's pussy, to push through the portals of her moist, luscious labia, with a full set of wedding tackle. Every scrap, every iota of sexual pleasure would be his for the taking. The lucky young devil, I thought. If this comes out right, he will be sent into seventh heaven, and he will be sent there again and again!
At this point, Sally cut across my lustful cerebral meanderings. It was time for Susan to take a few preparatory tail flicks.
Crack!
"Come along, young lady. I told you to touch your toes."
Sally gave her victim a sharp tap to encourage her to bend over further. In fact, Susan is a beautifully supple and willowy young lady, and, as instructed, she was already bending over beautifully, with straight legs; and, despite her height, she was touching her toes with ease. But Sally, of course, was, as usual, not satisfied.
Crack!!
"I said touch your toes."
This second tail flick, like the first, and as tail flicks invariably do, struck the plump undercarriage of Susan's rump, just above her thighs, between her pussy and her bum hole. The spank was slightly sharper than the first, and it hit home with a sharp, ringing crack.
Crack!!!
"That's not too bad. But come on. I think you can do better."
Poor Susan pushed her fingers to the ground, but basically, I don't think she knew what else she could do since, from the beginning, she had obediently complied with Sally's instructions and had done exactly what she had been told to do. This still did not prevent her from taking these three extra gratuitous flicks, however, and the third flick was a beauty. It slapped home onto exactly the same piece of arse with another loud, reverberating crack. Then Sally generously decided to cut the victim some slack.
"Okay, Susan. That is very good. Please hold it there, and I will begin."
There was then an agonizing wait as Sally prepared to deliver the first of her dozen swats. She raised the slipper high in the air, and it hovered there tantalisingly for several seconds. Then down it came with a loud, swooshing swish. By now, both David and I were leaning over the desk to get a closer view, and we both felt the breeze as the plimsoll whistled past our faces.
Then _Crack!!!_
The flat sole of Sally's plimsoll bit into the plump buttock meat of Susan's undercarriage, right where the three preparatory tail flicks had hit home. Bang! Like the high-pitched crack of a whip or the report of a discharged pistol. Under the force of the impact, Susan's buttocks wobbled and quivered deliciously, and her auburn pussy curls flew, scattered every which way by the breeze from the pump.
Now, I had witnessed some of Sally's bare-bottomed spankings of young ladies in the past, and I knew what was coming. But even I was shocked at the sharp noise of the impact. It rang out loud and clear, echoing around the room. David, however, was not expecting it. "Oh, mom!" he cried out in surprise, shock, and outrage. But then he remembered his oath and relapsed into silence.
But the effect of the spank on David was as nothing to its impact on Susan. As it struck home, she let out a high-pitched squeal. "Aiiieeee!" Then, over the next few seconds, as Sally gave the bum time to tingle, she began squeaking helplessly. "Ai! Ai! Ai!" Meanwhile, a deep red welted indentation appeared, stamped into the nubile pussy meat of Susan's succulent bottom.
_Crack_!!!
This second spank landed flush on top of the first one and added incremental stinging and tingling to it. The effect on Susan was dramatic. She started squealing, in a loud, shrill, high-pitched voice. "Agh! Agh!! Agh!!!" Once more, bum flesh shuddered, and pussy hairs flew.
_Crack_!!!
This third spank again struck home in the self-same place, between bum hole and cunt, and it was more than the victim could take. Susan became hysterical, squeaking out loudly at the top of her voice. "Aw! Aw!! Aw!!!"
Poor David! I could see that he was utterly engrossed and absorbed by Susan's kinky punishment. He had his right hand inside his pocket, and I could see that he was helplessly tugging at his stiff, engorged member through his trousers. But this was the girl that he loved that was being so sharply and peremptorily disciplined, and he was moved by her obvious distress. Momentarily forgetting his solemn oath, he cried out, "Mom! Stop! Please!"
Sally, usually so resolute and determined when she is administering discipline, paused and looked at us in confusion. "Wait a few moments, love," I advised. "Let Susan recover. She is not taking this well." Yes, I know. "Susan" when it should have been "Miss O'Malley." My official mask was beginning to slip, but I did not mind. I wanted to prepare the ground for an intimate end to Susan's spanking.
There was a pause, while Susan recovered her composure. Then, amazingly, Susan herself piped up. "It's okay, Mrs. Henderson. It's only a schoolgirl spanking, and I'm being a wimp. I deserve all this and more. Please carry on!"
"No, love," interjected David. "You've taken enough!"
"David Henderson," replied Susan gamely, "You too are being a wimp. Kindly desist or, when I get out of this, I'll spray paint you as well as your car."
Hey, I thought. This is a plucky girl! I like her!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, Susan did take the regulation twelve of the best, but Sally, shaken by Susan's hysterical cries after spanks one, two, and three, and by David's intercessions, did not spank her all that hard. Slaps four to nine were spread all over Susan's bum so that no one place took more than a couple of them. By now, Susan had calmed down, and she was taking her slaps in silence.
But for the last three spanks, Sally returned to strict dominatrix mode; she girded up her loins and delivered three really sharp ones.As always, these last spanks all landed on the plump undercarriage of the bum, where the buttock meat is plump and succulent. Three times the plimsoll hit home between bum hole and cunt with a sharp, high-pitched crack. Three times Susan's disciplinarily challenged pussy meat wobbled and quivered delightfully. Three times the victim's auburn pussy hairs were scattered and rearranged. Meanwhile, Susan, now that she had regained her composure, took the rest of her stinging, undignified and humiliating chastisement in complete silence. I listened hard, but I could detect no noise at all coming from her lips, not even of heavy breathing. This is a brave girl, I thought. This young lady would be a very valuable addition to the House of Henderson. May she be admitted, and may she bear us many children.
Sally by now had regained her self-confidence and resumed our game plan.
"Right, Susan," she said. "Please put your hands on your head without rubbing your bottom, and go and stand in the corner by the bookshelf with your face to the wall. You will stand there for ten minutes. During that time there will be silence to give David time to consider whether or not he is prepared to forgive you."
Susan contritely and obediently complied, and Sally and I started the next phase of our plan. We silently went to the sofa bed in the middle of the room and converted it from a sofa into a bed. Then we took some bed linen, pillows and a duvet out of a suitcase that I had brought with us, and made the bed. Then I rolled back the duvet and, with a sly wink at David, waved a large packet of condoms in his face and then placed them under one of the pillows. Next, we adjusted the blinds and pulled the net curtains to give our lovers a safe, secure love nest hidden from the outside world. Then David and I returned to our seats and spent the rest of the ten minutes leering obsessively at Susan's sumptuous nude rear view, and at her naked, red, well-smacked bottom.
Finally, however, ogling time was up. I reluctantly rose to my feet, and Sally and I moved towards the door.
"David," I said. "Please go and stand behind Susan. Now, Susan, please turn around and face David. Now, in a moment, your mother and I will leave and go home. We want both of you to stay here and talk through your differences. Take your time; there is plenty of it. There is a picnic set in that suitcase with a luxury lunch for two and a bottle of wine. There are tea and coffee making facilities there in the corner. We will lock the door of this building and also the gates as we leave. When you want to be let out, telephone us and we will come to get you. Susan, you are invited to dinner with the family tonight, and after that you can sleepover with us if you wish. But first, let us formally conclude our business. David, look Susan in the eyes. Now, Susan, please look at David. Now, David. Give us your answer. Do you forgive Susan?"
The couple looked at each other for a long, long time.
"I do," said David, and the opportunity was too good to miss.
"You may kiss the bride," I said.
Then, very gently, David took Susan, naked as she stood there, into his arms and kissed her, very tenderly, on the lips. I could see from Susan's hardened, protuberant nipples, however, that she was still aroused by her nakedness and her spanking. She threw herself at David, tumbling him onto the bed.
"Come on, love," I said to Sally. "Two's company, four's a crowd." And we left the two lovebirds to their own devices.
Well, now I am going to hand over to David to continue the story with an account of what happened next. But briefly, and to set your minds at rest, I can record that David and Susan did not telephone us until 8:45 p.m. that night, and that by then Susan had been successfully deflowered and our happy couple had made long, slow, luxuriant love at least five times. | 4 |
110,199 | Mother Knows Best | Hi Everybody!
Welcome to my FTP site. I'm glad you stopped by to read my stories. Let me tell you a little bit about them.
Before I do, I'd like to let you know that I have a home page that also contains all my stories. It has other stuff as well. We play games such as crack the password and get the nude pic of Katie. Yes, two people were able to do that, so Katie "gave it up," and since the pics weren't returned, I guess I'm doing pretty good for a 29-year-old babe. Anyhow, take a look at www.asstr.org/~Katie_McN and let me know what you think.
The first story I wrote is called "Mother Knows Best." It got nominated for Best Story of the Year 2000 by the people at alt.sex.stories. I just read it again and still think it's pretty good. It's the first story in the Katie R and Claudette series. This series tries to parody different categories of hardcore porn. It turns out I can write those pretty well, and so some people don't think they're parodies at all. Most people get a good laugh out of them, though. I get fan mail all the time from people who say, "I usually don't like Mind Control (or whatever), but this is so funny I just loved it." Yes, that's what I was hoping for.
I wanted to learn how to write so I could tell the story contained in my Mary Kay series. These stories are better read in order: A Letter to Vanessa, Mallory, Halloween Story - Mallory, and Lap Dancer. Lap Dancer is my favorite story. I just posted it to the site and hope you like it. It took a couple of years to write.
BTW, I have an author website here:
www.asstr.org/~Katie_McN/
There is information about me, and the stories are better organized so you can find what you want a little easier. I usually put new stories on my FTP site first. I've written many stories, and I'll try to give you a tiny idea about each one in the following section...
TITLE: A Katie R Halloween
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A Librarian from Australia gets a job in Del Rio, Texas. She just happens to be the girlfriend of one of the authors. Too bad he didn't tell her where Katie R and Claudette live. Pretty good story, and the Librarian breaks the record previously held by Sister Mary Margaret.
TITLE: A Letter to Vanessa
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This is my first lesbian romance and sounds just like my own first-time experience. Can't be, though, because this is fiction and not real life.
TITLE: A Slut's Story
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The fictional character, Katie McN, is blackmailed by Miss Hecate. Poor Katie is forced to do all sorts of humiliating things, including forced gang bangs and all sorts of other things that really wear the poor girl out.
TITLE: Aunt Becky
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One of my fans told me she had a relationship with her aunt, and it was very positive for her. She wanted to know if I could write a story about lesbian incest that was positive and romantic. This is the story.
TITLE: Claudette Fucks the Parish Priest
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ASSTR.org upgraded computers, and of course, the authors had a writing festival to celebrate the occasion. The theme for the festival was the word "Server." See if you can tell how I used the theme word in this story.
TITLE: Claudette Gets a Job
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Claudette decides to get a job. She only lasts a couple of hours, but manages to make $1,280 in tips. This is the latest in the Katie R-Claudette series. You might want to read some of the other stories first to get an idea about who this person is.
TITLE: Claudette of the North
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I modeled this character on my Special Other, Alecia D. Claudette started out as a very innocent girl from Canada. When she met Katie R, things changed, and now Claudette is the most popular girl in town, and then some.
TITLE: Country Club Dance
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My goodness, all the society girls from Big Spring, Texas end up as hookers in Australia by the end of this story. You've got to read it to find out how.
TITLE: Day Job
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Three of the most famous actresses in Hollywood want the part of Mother Teresa in an upcoming film. They are willing to do anything to get the part, and pretty much do just that. The story is set at some fictional company called MCA. I'm sure that nothing like this ever happened at any company called MCA/Universal.
TITLE: Debt Without Honor
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I posted this story by World Class BDSM Author, Alecia D. It is just what the BDSM crowd is looking for, and her email box was filled when she posted it. Since she lives at my house, I figure she can share my website. Hope you BDSM fans like this way cool story.
TITLE: Dr. Zherkov and Willy
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I have a good friend who loves to read science fiction from what he calls "The Golden Age." I decided to write a parody of the Golden Age of SF and also covered High School boy's sex fantasies. Yes, a real tour de farce called "Dr. Zherkov and Willy."
TITLE: Eyes of the Beholder
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I decided to write a story about voyeurism from inside the mind of the voyeur. Many people commented on this story, but not a single one asked if the person doing the narration is a man or woman. What do you think?
TITLE: Friends
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This is a story written for the Write Club contest against Paladin. I only had three hours to write it, and I wanted it to be something that would fit in with the type of story I knew he would write.
TITLE: Fucking My Way Through High School
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Did you ever wonder if the really good-looking girl sitting in the corner of the library with her head in a book ever gets laid? Well, I can tell you for a fact, she does.
TITLE: Girls In Tight Pleated Skirts
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I went to a girl's boarding school where the new girl was "initiated" into the dormitory. Imagine being forced to take off your clothes in front of all the other girls and then being made to service the group. Yes, another Katie McN classic.
TITLE: Girls Stroke Story
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I kept hearing stuff about stroke stories, and every time I read one, it looked like something a guy would bring into the restroom to help out with some sort of tension-relieving activity. Well, I figured girls could do that too, so I wrote a story to help out.
TITLE: Halloween Story - Mallory
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This is another one of my lesbian romance stories. It tells about something that happened to Mary Kay and Mallory one Halloween. You find out a little bit more about these two interesting characters.
TITLE: I'll Do Anything
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Read this story ONLY if you like to be shocked and are immune to the majority of things that bother the common folks. I went out of my way to offend in the story, and based on the fan mail, I succeeded!
TITLE: Just Like Everybody
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A flash story is 500 words or less. I wrote one for the ASSM Anniversary. It's about a common problem that faces lesbians and most other people as well. Do you know anyone like this?
TITLE: Just One Wish
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Some of the authors play a writing game where they exchange some story ideas and then try to write a story using each idea. Sara H is a mind control queen and a lesbian. Here is the result of our writing game.
TITLE: Kind of a Guy Thing
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I wrote this story as a Secret Santa present for Redman. He wanted a story that would appeal to a married guy. I put his comments in the story so you can see if he liked it or not. Hint: He did. I almost blushed. The story is about a guy getting his wife and another woman he thinks is real hot as a present from his wife.
TITLE: Lakeside Youth Sanitarium
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Pred is a shock author and one of my online friends. He has a style of his own, but I decided to see if I could write something as demeaning and offensive as he wrote in his classic Ting Toy. He says I succeeded.
TITLE: Lap Dancer
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This is my favorite story. It's the last chapter of the Mary Kay series and quite a serious story. It took me several years to be able to write it, and it's the reason I decided to learn how to write. Let me know what you think.
TITLE: Last Outpost
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Science fiction usually doesn't work for erotica. Surrealism is not the best format for a porn story. This story includes both. Do you think it worked?
TITLE: Love In The Year Two Thousand
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I was asked if I could write an MF Rom story given that I'm a lesbian, and was also asked if I could write something about the Year Two Thousand that wouldn't put people to sleep. The answer to both these questions is "Love in the Year Two Thousand." It's a cute story about computer programmers, if you can believe that.
TITLE: Making the Grade
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One of my fans asked me to write a story about panty training. I didn't even know what that was, but said yes anyway. I did know about teachers who tried to take advantage of their cute little girl students because that may have happened to me once. I may have something about it on my bio page.
TITLE: Mallory
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You better have a box of tissues with you when you read this story. It's my favorite lesbian romance story so far. I'm going to expand on it later and let you know a lot more about these people.
TITLE: Middle School Innocent
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No innocent has ever gone unpunished in one of my stories, and this is no exception. That poor girl had to do what she would not do.Miller's Pond
I was brought up on a ranch in Texas and learned a lot of things that kids living in a city might not know, including what happens to a guy's penis when he gets into cold water.
Mother Knows Best
The first story I wrote is called "Mother Knows Best." It got nominated for Best Story of the Year 2000 by the people at alt.sex.stories. I just read it again and still think it's pretty good. It's the first story in the Katie R and Claudette series. This series tries to parody different categories of hardcore porn. It turns out I can write those pretty well, and so some people don't think they're parodies at all. Most people get a good laugh out of them, though. I get fan mail all the time from people who say, "I usually don't like Mind Control (or whatever), but this is so funny I just loved it." Yep, that's what I was hoping for.
Paris Love Story
I was getting ready to start writing the Teen Models series, and this was the romantic warm-up.
Playing for Keeps
Alecia D wrote this story about three couples who start with strip poker and end up having sex on the City Hall steps. A really cute story and part of the Secret Santa Game. This story was for Shon, and he includes his remarks about the story.
Private Conversations
It's very sad, but sometimes women don't realize they're lesbians until after they've been hurt by a man. This story describes one case where this happens.
Reflections on a Dolphin
A couple go on a cruise to perk up their marriage. A young girl shows up, and things really get hot.
Revenge Is Mine
I wrote this story in Canada when we visited there last spring. I was thinking of an author by the name of Parker when I wrote it. It's a blackmail story set in Toronto.
School for Sluts
I met a woman online who has fantasies about humiliation. I've written several stories for her in the Karen Series. This is the first one and is based on an interview she gave me over several days.
Sex Monsters from Earth
Alecia D decided to prove she could write something other than BDSM. This is a cute story that parodies a number of things related to Easter, the golden age of science fiction, and porn stories.
Sex and the Magic Book
This is my second attempt at a Mind Control story. I wonder if it really happened or if the woman used the Magic Book as a way to seduce her girlfriend?
Sister Mary Margaret
This is one of my favorite stories and also one people complain about the most. One complaint about the nun's underwear is valid, and I may change that someday. The rest of 'em? Well, Katie McN likes to have a good time.
A Six Pack of Hecate
I posted a message to alt.sex.stories.d in response to a person named Hecate. I didn't know who the person was and thought Hecate was a guy. Well, not only is she a woman, but she is one of the few lesbians who post openly on the group, so my face was red. I tried to make it up to her by writing a story called "A Six Pack of Hecate."
Slut Therapy
A young girl takes advantage of her therapist and the other women in this story of blackmail and humiliation. I guess no one will be surprised that the heroine is Kayla McNamara.
Something New
I've never read a realistic story about first-time masturbation. The girl in this story reminds me of myself.
Song of India
There are two love stories in this romance. Two seniors get together after many years apart, and two University of Texas college students find out that they don't know as much about each other as they thought.
Street Scene
Lexi and I have a friend by the name of JPenguin. JP wrote one story and never plans on writing another one for ASSM. It's too bad because this is one of the best stories I've ever read. It's called "Street Scenes" and was part of the Naive Nympho game.
Sweet Swell of Success
Lexi wrote this story for the Naive Nymphomaniac Challenge Game. It's hot and has a surprise ending.
Suzi Fucks Her Brothers
This is a parody about incest. Like my other parodies, it makes fun of the genre using some hot sex scenes. That girl certainly seems older than her years.
Teen Models In Venice
Everyone knows that most supermodels are lesbians. This story provides some inside information about what goes on in their private lives. A little light bondage, anyone?
The Ceiling Fan
Dulcinea is an author of a certain type of romantic erotica I call "old school married folks in love." A number of authors decided to have a festival to see who could write in her style. I surprised everyone by writing a married folks story that fit the theme. Not bad for a lesbian.
Windy City Surprise
I'm in a lesbian writing group with some of the best authors around. We often play writing games. In this case, five authors wrote one story. I started, and the subsequent authors had to pick up where the prior person left off. There was a time limit and some other rules that added to the fun. This is the result.
Winter Storm
Romance accounts for 40% of mass market fiction sales. There are special conventions used in these stories, and those of us who read them love all of it, while some people who don't feel the stories suck. Lesbian romance has all of the things that make regular romance fun and a few things of our own. For example, we don't have the tall, dark, dangerous man. Nope, we have the tall, dark, dangerous woman instead.
Women In Love
An older woman taught me that it was okay to be a lesbian. I ended up learning the lesson, and she ended up falling in love. I didn't know this until long after we parted. I'm not ready to write that story yet, but I try to explore a common real-life lesbian relationship in this story where we have an older woman and a young girl. | 3 |
110,205 | Claudette of the North | Hi, I'm Katie Richardson, and do I have a problem!
Even though I'm only 14 years old, my parents think I'm just too worldly. I could say I'm shocked, but really, they don't know the half of it. Ha, ha, ha!
It started about three months ago when my daddy said he was going to invite the daughter of one of his business associates to stay for the summer.
You can bet I got suspicious right away. I sure did.
Daddy told me her name was Claudette. Yep, Claudette du Nord.
She lives with her family in some dinky little town in Canada called Foleyet. Can you believe there are only two hundred people in the whole place? Damn, we have that many ranch hands working out on our West Texas spread north of Stanton. I can't imagine why anyone would want to live in a place called Foleyet.
Well, it was pretty obvious to me that the parental units were playing another one of their silly little games. I've had to put up with my parents all my life and I wished I could figure a way to end their crap once and for all.
I knew what they had in mind all right and it was the same old shit. Yep, they wanted me to associate with the *right* kind of girl, and figured a role model was all it would take to get me to change my ways.
Can you imagine them thinking some Mother Fucking Saint Theresa type could set me straight? No fucking way!
Daddy told me to meet his Canuck friend at the Airport. He said she was coming in at Dallas-Fort Worth on Thursday around noon time on American Airlines.
Shit, it's an 8 hour drive from Big Spring to DFW over some of the most boring roads in the world!
It would have been nice if she landed at Midland which is only a few miles away from Big Spring, but no. I had to get up in the middle of the fucking night and pick her up in Dallas.
It really sucks, let me tell you.
Normally I'd come up with a cool reason why I couldn't waste my time running errands for my parents. I know how to play the part of the beautiful, spoiled, rich child - to the max!
Something told me I better get involved right away on this one. I can't have some foreign babe running loose all summer and messing with my fun.
I thought that maybe I could derail my parents' plans before the train left the station and ran me over. I've been able to wipe 'em out in the past, and I was sure as shit gonna try to get 'em again.
I asked Mike, our chauffeur, to give me a lift to DFW.
He's a cool guy and, wow, has he been around. Heard he starred in a porno movie a few years back with all kinds of big name stars. Can you fucking believe it?
Anyhow, Mike said he would be willing to drive me as long as we stopped off at a couple of bars along the way.
Hell yes, and off we went.
Usually, a studly guy like Mike is just what this girl needs to spice up a long trip. Kind of cute in a rugged, pervert sort of way, if you know what I mean.
Must say, fooling around with that big boy did cross my mind once or twice, but I just couldn't fit him this trip.
No, not today.
I've got to come up with a killer plan to turn the tables on my parents and can't have any dalliances screwing up my thinking. Work comes before pleasure, at least this time.
Pretty sure I'll come up with a plan to destroy this girl and I know I'll have a lot of fun doing it.
Ain't no way my folks can mess with me and get away with it.
That's for damn sure!
Well, we finally arrived at DFW and parked the limo. Just hate this fucking airport!
Who was the wise ass that figured people would want to ride around for hours in these dumb little tram cars. Asshole should've put the parking lot way closer to where the planes land.
Seemed like it took us hours to get to the American Airlines gate. Oh well, we finally made it so...
"Let the games begin."
"Wow, look at all the people standing around with nothing better to do than meet people from Canada."
Mike and I were jammed in a crowd of really weird folks who were waiting to meet the plane. "How many people live in Canada, anyway?"
Mike and I were trying to watch the passengers as they got off the plane. We didn't know what she looked like and thought we might have trouble finding her in this big old crowd.
Shouldn't of fucking worried about it...Nope.
It was pretty damn easy figuring out which one of the passengers was the chick from Canada. Shit.
Just so you know, it was a typical Texas summer day. It was about 105 in the shade except there wasn't any shade to speak of at high noon.
The damn heat is so bad here in Texas, a person would just pass out in the street if she stayed in the sun too long. Everyone was wearing shorts or something cool like the mini skirt I had on. Wasn't wearing any panties so I was extra comfortable, if you know what I mean.
I was watching everybody get off the plane when along came this girl carrying a brown bag full of sausages and other crap. She had a great big old camera wrapped around her neck like she's trying to win a prize for photography or something. Holy shit! She was carrying some kind of weird Eskimo doll under her arm, too.
Well fuck me. The girl looked just like the "Ugly Canadian", that's for damn sure.
Hey, don't start laughing just yet, partner. No, no. I haven't told you the worst part. Not by a long shot.
Must say, she was dressed just a *little* different from the folks around here.
First thing you'd notice was the wool skirt that hung on her just like an old potato sack. Couldn't believe the damn thing was almost dragging the ground. My, my. Never saw that exact color of drab gray before.
She was also wearing a black, bulky knit sweater. Yep, bulky fucking knit sweater. Yah, and it was buttoned up all the way from her waist to her chin.
There was a great big old crucifix hanging around her neck on some sort of chain. Well, I guess it did sort of fit in with everything else she was wearing.
"Is that a Bible in her hand?" Oh, shit, a prude and a religious fanatic.
Never saw anything like her, before or since.
As you might guess, most of the people waiting at the gate were kind of looking at her dumbstruck. Wow.
Yes sir, Claudette must be a real modest little girl, close as I can tell!
And, just in case there was a chance someone could see any part of her goods through all those clothes, she was also wearing a shawl and some sort of fur hat.
Holy shit!
For some stupid reason, she was surprised when I walked right up to her and said, "Hi Claudette. How you doing girl?"
She just sort of looked at me like maybe no one ever talked to her before. Wow. It was real hard to believe we were the exact same age.
I could see right away why my parents figured they had a winner in this girl. She was going to ruin my whole fucking summer vacation if I didn't do something real fast.
Why, the girl probably spends half her life on her knees praying, while I spend half my life on my knees...well, I really don't have time to go into that just now.
I decided right then and there just what I needed to do. You know me, I just couldn't let my parents get the best of me. And of course, you know they won't.
Think I'll let Claudette tell you the rest.
I'm Claudette du Nord and I am so happy to be visiting America. What a wonderful place!
The trip to Dallas, Texas, USA was my very first flight on an airplane. To tell you the truth, I never traveled more than 100 miles from home in Canada in my whole life and certainly never thought I'd get a chance to visit America. I was so happy when Mr. Richardson invited me to visit his family in Texas.
My mother and I made several trips to the big city to purchase a complete new wardrobe for my trip. I wanted so much to look just like an American and tried to pick out clothes to fit my image of you wonderful people.
Oh, yes, the big city I referred to is Timmins, Ontario, of course. You must have heard of Timmins. It's way up north in Ontario, and literally thousands of people live there.
Timmins is just over 50 miles away from my home and it takes two days by dog sled to get there from Foleyet. It sure was worth it. Just look at all these wonderful new clothes!
As you may know, Timmins is the fashion capital of Ontario, at least for French speaking people. I'm such a lucky girl.
Well, I guess I can't call Timmins a big city any more! The whole trip from Foleyet to Dallas was such a revelation!
I just never realized what a real big city was until I flew over Toronto, Chicago and now Dallas. My goodness. How can people live in those places?
I must say, I was certainly surprised when a girl walked right up to me in the airport and said,
"Hello, Claudette!"
Amazing. How did she know it was me?
Oh, I recognized her all right. It was Katie Richardson and she looked just like the picture her father sent when he asked my folks if I could stay with them for the summer.
Well, maybe the clothes were a little different.
Hmmm. Katie certainly was not dressed like the girls back home.That's for sure.
A very short red mini-skirt that revealed some extremely attractive legs.
Her legs looked even more interesting because of the 5-inch heels she was wearing. Why, I never saw a young girl wear such shoes. Mon Dieu.
She was wearing a T-shirt that stopped about two inches above her belt. It moved provocatively up and down over her very flat tummy as she strolled through the airport. It seemed that every one of her steps revealed just a little more skin. Why, every man in the place was staring at her. She sure was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
I guess I was staring, too.
Her gorgeous blonde hair was silky and thick. It was draped over her shoulders in rippling waves that cried out to be touched.
It was hard for me to know just how tall she was at first. The high heels added quite a bit to her height. I finally guessed she was around 1.7 m in her bare feet.
Her body was quite nice to look at, too. She was slender and couldn't weigh more than 53 kg at the very most.
<Translator's Note: Katie would be 5' 7" and 117 lbs. which, of course, is the average height and weight for all adult women in Texas>
Her well-rounded breasts and butt looked so "adult" on her rangy frame. I never saw such an incredible body on a girl her age and can't really remember seeing any woman looking that good.
I was so shocked when I noticed she was not wearing a bra! Her boobs bounced and jiggled under her loose T-shirt in a very provocative way as she walked toward me.
Everyone was watching her, and no wonder.
At the time, I thought she had to be very embarrassed by this faux pas. Later, though, I found out the truth.
Her body was so easy to observe in her skimpy little outfit. She certainly was so nice to look at, even if she was wearing vulgar clothes.
I knew she was my age, but she seemed so much older from the neck down.
She seemed so self-assured and confident. I wished I could be just like her. Maybe I will be someday.
Her face was simply angelic.
A bright red color made her lips stand out just so. I had never seen such a perfectly shaped nose, and her large brown eyes looked so amazing, set off by her long blonde hair.
I never saw such a beautiful girl.
"Okay, Claudie, just give Mike your ticket and all this other stuff. He'll take care of your luggage and get all your crap out to the limo."
Her voice. Deep and throaty. Why, she seemed so much older when she talked. Her language was a little coarse, but this was Texas after all.
A limo! I couldn't believe it. There are so few cars where I live that I hardly ever get a chance to ride anyplace. I just knew we would have so much fun together.
As we walked to the airport tram, Katie told me that it would take 8 hours to get to her home in Big Spring, Texas. Oh, how wonderful, I will learn so much about America as we drive through the beautiful and exciting countryside.
I live for this sort of thing!
She told me we would stay overnight at the Adolphus Hotel in downtown Dallas because she didn't want to travel late at night. I like her cautious attitude and knew right away that she and I would get along so well.
She told me her daddy owned the hotel, so we would be staying for free. I so appreciate economical people and was very impressed at her thriftiness.
But, best of all, we could go shopping right now, in Dallas!
She told me not to worry about spending money because she had her Neiman-Marcus Gold Card and it was just like getting everything for free. All the bills went to her father's accountant, and he automatically paid everything without a question.
Katie thought I needed a few little things to flesh out my wardrobe. Or, so she said.
I didn't really *need* anything, but thought it would be so wonderful to have a few American clothes to show all my girl friends back in Foleyet. They would be so jealous!
Mike dropped us off at the big department store on his way to check us in at the hotel. I felt so very important being helped out of the limo by a driver in uniform.
Katie and I were laughing and giggling and just couldn't wait to go shopping.
Neiman-Marcus is without a doubt the most wonderful store I've ever seen.
You can find just anything you want there. The selection is so fabulous.
Katie said she would help me get the clothes I needed. I wondered what she meant, but kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to look silly.
The women's department is right there on the ground floor. We didn't really look at anything before she dragged me into the changing room where she looked at my clothes and said, "Claudette, I hope you noticed how hot it is outside. The weather is going to be like this all summer long, and, while your outfits are quite cute, they just won't do here in Texas. Not in this summer heat."
I could see that. The heat was oppressive, and perhaps a little more informal attire would be all right under the circumstances.
First, she had me take off my fur hat and shawl.
She said that my sweater would have to go, too.
I got quite embarrassed when she told me to take off my wool skirt. She just shook her head and said, "We're girls, Claudie. What's wrong with you?"
She was right, so I decided it would be okay to remove it.
She just wouldn't stop!
I had to take off my blouse, slip, petticoats, long underwear, wool stockings, and almost everything else that I was wearing.
I was standing there in nothing but my white cotton bra and matching panties!
She looked at me and told me that I was wearing the ugliest underwear she ever saw. Next thing I knew, she had me take them off, too.
I was completely naked! I couldn't believe it!!
She grabbed all my clothes and started to leave. On the way out of the room, she looked back and said she was going to burn this crap and get me some real duds to wear.
I was so shocked!
Oh my god! I was in Texas for less than two hours, and there I was standing totally naked in a strange little room. All my clothes were gone, and what was I going to do?
The changing room had mirrors on three of the walls so people could get a good look at what they were trying on. I couldn't help but notice my body in those mirrors.
My goodness! It seemed to be almost as nice as Katie's.
I normally wear so many clothes that I don't ever get a chance to see what I look like, and I certainly don't spend all my time looking in mirrors.
I didn't have anything else to do, so I had to look at the three Claudettes looking back at me. Kind of interesting in a carnal sort of way.
I'm about the same height and weight as Katie R.
My boobs are a real embarrassment.
They are getting so large and stick out so much, I just don't know what to do. I can't seem to hide them anymore no matter what kind of clothes I buy. And it's so difficult finding bras with cups big enough for my boobs. Why, maybe that's why Katie doesn't wear a bra?
My body is slender with nice muscle tone. I have very long brown hair with red highlights that stand out in sunlight.
I *never* wear anything revealing in the sun, so my skin is very smooth and white. I like to slide my hand over my skin sometimes when I'm in bed at night because it feels just like silk.
I secretly like how I look, but it is sinful to lust after my own body, so I try real hard to ignore these thoughts, as much as I can.
I stood naked in the changing room for a real long nervous time.
Suddenly, the door exploded open, and in came Katie with a pile of clothes.
OH NO! She left the door open!!
A whole lot of people were looking in, but she didn't seem to notice.
I tried to cover up and couldn't quite get to the door with Katie in the way. I was so embarrassed and didn't know what to do next.
Finally, I managed to close the door. Thank goodness.
Oh, I'll never forget the crowd of people standing outside the door, looking at me and saying all those things. Ohh my.
Katie held up something for me to look at. I'd never seen anything like it, and when I asked her what it was, she told me it was a garter belt. She said all the women around here wore them to keep their stockings up.
Hmmm.
An interesting concept, but not very practical as close as I could tell.
The little red item didn't look too sturdy at all. Almost looked like it would rip right off if it got snagged on a tree or something. Well, I really did want to fit in, so I decided I should dress like a typical American girl.
She showed me how to put the garter belt on, and then handed me a pair of black stockings to put on next.
The stockings had seams going all the way up the back. She said that I had to get the seams perfectly straight or I would look so tacky. I didn't know what that meant, but thought it must be important, so I paid close attention.
Well, I tried and tried, but couldn't get the seams to line up the way she wanted. Good thing for me that Katie was willing to help me out.
She smoothed out the wrinkles and brushed the stockings around until they were just right.
It took her quite a while to get things the way she wanted. I could tell she was a perfectionist, just like me.
When her hands rubbed on my legs, they started an interesting feeling in my tummy which got even more intense when she moved her hands up and down the inside of my legs above the tops of my stockings. It was really intense when her hands moved slowly up my inner thighs and almost touched my private area.
I never had feelings like that before and just didn't know what to make of it.
Ummm.
I really do like feeling this way for some reason.
Next, she showed me how to attach the stockings to the garter belt. I should really say she attached them.Katie worked so hard to get everything just right. Pulling, smoothing, pushing, rubbing. Oh, what's happening to me. Ooo. She accidentally touched me *down there*. She didn't seem to notice, so I didn't say anything. Oo, she did it again. Again. Oooo. What's happening between my legs. Such an amazing feeling. Glad she didn't notice, I don't want to embarrass her.
Once I had the stockings on, she gave me something she called a thong. It was red and matched the color of the garter belt. It was soooo small! I put it on and my butt was hanging out all exposed. Katie didn't seem to notice, so I guessed it was okay. Hmmm. American girls dress so differently from us.
Next, she gave me a matching red bra to wear. It was just a little snug and so it pushed my boobies up and out in a suggestive way. My goodness. I told her that it was too just too small and didn't think I should wear something so provocative. She just said all the girls were wearing their bras this way and I'd just have to get used to it. Well, it was not very me, that's sure, but I went along with her because I didn't want to make a scene.
After I put on the sexy bra, she had me put on a black leather skirt and see-through white blouse. My, my. I told her I couldn't wear a blouse that let everyone see my underwear, specially when I was wearing a bright red bra underneath the blouse. It was disgraceful! "Look a here Claudie. You can hardly see your nipples through that bra. And, besides, people would have to be real rude to look at you that close. I just don't understand your attitude, girl, when you look so nice in these new clothes." I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I just shut up.
She gave me a pair of shoes to put on after that. The heels were very, very high, but not quite as narrow as hers. Thank goodness for that. I tried real hard to walk, but it wasn't easy at first. Practiced for a little bit and started to get better walking around. After a while, I was able to walk okay, I guess. Seemed real funny, though.
"Baby, you are so beautiful! Just look at yourself. Styling at Neiman-Marcus. Who would have thought." Her enthusiasm got the best of me, so I decided to wear the outfit. Now that I think of it, I didn't have much of a choice since my other clothes were gone. Guess she did burn them or something.
"Now, I just knew that these clothes would fit you perfectly and so I ordered bunches more. Everything is being sent to the hotel. Mike knows just what to do and will take care of putting everything away for you." She looked at me in that strange way of hers. It made me real nervous.
"Claudie, you look real peaked, darlin. Need to give you just a little bit of color, girl." Don't know how she was able to put so much makeup in her purse. Before you could say Oh Canada!, she painted my face just like hers. Kind of interesting, but very strange for me. I never wore lipstick or any other sort of makeup before that day. Why, I looked like some sort of fashion model. How amazing!
When she finished with my makeup, she jumped up and said, "Now it's time for us to play, baby!" I was so very excited, and I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. I just knew it would be so wonderful.
We caught a cab outside the store and drove to a place she knew. I thought I heard her wrong when she said we were going to a "titty" bar. Was I surprised when the cab pulled up in front of this horrible place. Well, I didn't really want to go in, but couldn't very well stay outside either. So, I went along with her thinking she must know what she is doing.
What a scary place! As soon as we walked in the door, a large gentleman stopped us and said, "You babes got any ID." Well, I knew that we would be quickly thrown out being that we were both 14 and all. Thank goodness, and what a relief. I guess I underestimated Katie, though. She looked right at the big guy, gave him a great big smile and said, "Damn straight partner, here's our ID!" She handed him a large denomination bill and another great big smile. Well, it was American money, so it was worth something, and so, instead of just throwing us out, he just grinned and said, "Right this way ladies! Any seating preference?"
"Hell, yes! Right down front big boy. We want to see them titties fly." I was shocked! I'd never heard anyone talk like that before. Certainly, not a 14-year-old girl. Well, I'd never been in a place like this before either. America is a very interesting place.
In no time at all, we were seated down front, right next to the stage. Just as soon as we sat down, an attractive young woman came up to our table and said, "Six drink minimum, ladies." Where were her clothes? Couldn't believe she didn't realize she had almost nothing covering her body. My goodness, I could almost see *everything*.
Katie told me that we had to drink a certain amount since it was house rules or something like that. Of course, we had to go along just to be nice. It's the Canadian way. Club rules and all.
Katie ordered three double shots of tequila and three Lone Stars for both of us. "No use trying to keep track, girl. Let's just order up now and get it over with right away." Well, it seemed like a good idea to me, at the time.
She told me to drink the double shot of tequila in one gulp. I did what she said, but it sure burned my throat going down. Yeeeps. Katie said I was doing it all wrong, and it was easy to tell she was right from the fire in my throat. "Rub this lime on the back of your cute little hand, Claudie. Okay, now shake a little of this salt on your hand, too. Good now, lick the back of your hand and pound down another double shot, girl."
She was right. The shot of tequila didn't burn as much the second time. Why, it was kind of tasty, in fact. She encouraged me to try another shot since I was starting to get the hang of it. Well, it did seem like a good idea at the time. Next shot went down *real* smooth, I must say.
Katie really wanted me to learn this new American custom, so she gave me all of her shots to drink for practice. It sure was fun learning something new and so American. I started feeling dizzy after a while and thought I might get sick. Shouldn't have worried. Katie told me the funny feelings were from wearing all those wool clothes in this hot weather. Yes, yes that seemed right, and it sure was a good thing she got me these new Texas clothes. I was feeling real aired out and comfortable.
She told me to drink a beer to clear my head. Somehow a beer did seem like a good idea. I drank one down real fast because it tasted so cool and good. Finished the second one real fast, too, and then sipped on the third one. Didn't want to overdo it, that was for sure.
About that time, a real nice looking girl came out on the stage. Oh dear, couldn't believe how big her boobs were. She didn't seem embarrassed by them or anything. Very brave of her. She started dancing on the stage all by herself. How nice. She was dancing by herself just like we do at home. I'm not allowed to dance with boys back home in Foleyet, so I learned to dance watching myself in my bedroom mirror, just like the girl is doing. Well, not *just* like the girl is doing, I guess.
The dancer started out wearing underwear of some sort. She didn't have it on for long, though. She took off her clothes real slow, one item at a time. She was dancing all around the stage, talking to the guys sitting in the front row and just having a good time while she took off her clothes in time to the music. I couldn't believe it when she ended up wearing absolutely nothing, but her high, high heels. She just really couldn't know all these people!
I was so shocked until Katie explained it to me. Katie pointed out that all museums and art books had nude studies, and this was really the same thing. Instead of picture art, the nude dancer was performance art. At the time, she seemed to make a lot of sense. I was still real dizzy from the heat, so maybe I wasn't thinking too straight.
Apparently, the patrons of this establishment liked art. They were screaming and yelling and gave the girl money and everything. I thought it was quite nice that they stuck all those bills into her garter belt and stockings so she wouldn't lose them.
I told Katie how all the girls in Canada have to dance by themselves because no one is allowed to dance with a person of the opposite sex. Some sort of law, I guessed. She looked at me said, "Why not dance by yourself right now?"
Well, I just couldn't dance in front of all these strange people. Why, it just wouldn't be right. Really don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up on the stage. Katie was pushing, the nude girl was pulling and I was just moving along. Seemed as though things were a little blurry right about then.
I perked right up and was so excited when I heard "Taking Care of Business" by Bachman Turner Overdrive blast out of the speakers. This song is considered to be the height of culture in Canada. I felt it was so marvelous dancing to such a patriotic piece of music.
When I looked back at our table, I saw Katie standing up on a chair and hollering out something to me. I listened more closely and heard her scream, "Show some legs, Claudie!" The skirt I was wearing was so short I felt I was already showing a *lot* of leg. But, I guessed I wasn't doing things right, and figured I'd better get with it or everyone would think I was a foreigner.
Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt to pull my skirt up just a little bit in the back. I guessed right.When I pulled my skirt up, the patrons all cheered and hollered. Why, I felt just like a star and guessed I was finally doing things right.
I have to admit, after I heard the roar of the crowd, I started showing off a little bit. Got carried away and pulled my skirt up a little bit more. Guess everyone liked watching me do it because the cheering got louder as my skirt went higher. Americans are so nice.
It wasn't until I had a chance to look in the mirror next to the stage that I realized my skirt was up to my waist in the back.
I just blushed and turned so red.
All the people in the place could see my butt wiggling around to the sounds of BTO. Mon Dieu!
I looked over at Katie to see what I should do. Figured she would tell me to get off the stage and be very mad at me for being so darn immodest.
Guess I was wrong. She was on the table now and hollering out that I should take my skirt off.
It didn't seem to make any sense, but I did it anyhow. Wasn't thinking too straight for some reason.
She yelled for me to take off my blouse next. I really didn't mind taking it off since it was transparent and people could already see everything underneath it.
I was having such a good time dancing around the stage when I suddenly realized I was standing there in nothing but my bra, panties, garter belt, seamed nylons and high heels.
I couldn't believe I was so daring, but somehow it didn't seem wrong because I was having so much fun. No, it just couldn't be wrong.
I thought I was doing just fine, but I guess I wasn't daring enough for Katie.
I could hear her hollering out for me to take off my bra. She was saying something about art. Well, the other girl did take her bra off, so I somehow decided it would be okay being this was an artistic interpretation and all. Anyhow, I was in America so who would know?
Katie got me to take my panties off, too. I was afraid that I would embarrass and offend everyone when I stripped off, but they all cheered so I knew I did the right thing.
I sure had a wonderful time dancing around the stage and all.
When I did stop for a second near a man sitting right by the stage, he slipped a bill into my garter belt.
How very nice! A reward for my dancing.
I wondered if other people might just do the same thing and danced closer to the edge of the stage. Oh, how nice! Quite a few other people put bills in my garter belt and stockings. Some of the guys had little accidents and touched my private areas by mistake, but I was making a fortune here, so I didn't really care.
One man had a twenty-dollar bill in his hand and waved it at me.
He wouldn't put it in my garter belt or in my stockings like the other guys did. No. He told me to get on my hands and knees and reach out for it with my mouth. Seemed quite silly, but why not? Twenty dollars is a lot of money where I come from.
I tried and tried to bite that bill, but he just kept moving it around so near and yet so far.
I could feel my boobs bouncing all around while I tried to get the money. I thought it might be suggestive, but I really wanted the cash. I hoped those people behind me weren't looking between my legs. I just knew they could see everything.
I finally was able to bite on the bill and after I pulled on it for a minute or so, he let me have it. Hard work, but worth it.
Another man rolled up a twenty and told me I could have it as long as I didn't touch it with anything from the waist up.
Huh? Had to think that one through 'cause I wasn't going to leave any cash on the table.
Well, I guess you could say I really was kind of fresh!
I grabbed on to my butt cheeks and spread 'em wide. Then I squatted down over the bill and tried to grab it with the crack of my butt.
After a few tries, I was able to clamp the twenty with my butt cheeks. Quick as I could, I stood up and danced away with that money. Pretty smart, huh?
The boys in the audience loved my ingenuity, too.
They all cheered and applauded as I tried to get the money. I hoped they weren't offended when I squatted down and spread my legs real wide. I'm sure everyone knew this was the only way I could get the bucks and I really hoped they tried real hard not to look between my legs.
I was so lucky to be with such a polite group of guys. Not a single one complained about me exposing myself like that. They just cheered me on like good sports while I tried to trap that cash. Wonder if Canadians would be so nice in similar circumstances?
A very nice man dressed in a silk suit rolled up a $100 bill and showed it to me.
He told me I could have it, but couldn't use my butt to get it. He thought he had me there, but I figured this one out, too.
My plan to get the money was going to work, but it was so embarrassing I had to dance around for a minute or two to work up my courage. Well, a hundred bucks is a lot of money, so I just had to do it.
Normally, I simply *don't* touch myself between the legs, period. In this case, though, it seemed like the only way to get the hundred.
First, I squatted down over the bill. Next, I pulled myself apart "down there" and tried to squat on the money the guy was holding in his hand.
How silly!
I fell over with my legs flying up in the air!
Must have been a real sight for the audience. They didn't seem embarrassed even though I just knew they saw everything I had between my legs. Well, they all cheered so I guess they didn't think it was so bad.
I just love Americans.
The man kept moving his hand around and I kept squatting on it, but finally after four or five more tries, I was finally able to pick up the money using nothing but my nether lips.
I felt kind of weird dancing away from the guy with his money in my private parts. Well, I did get a lot of support from the audience which made up for my embarrassment, I guess.
After about two hours or so, I just got so tired I had to stop dancing. I really liked all the attention, but had to sit down and rest.
No one in the audience seemed to mind that I was only wearing a garter belt, stockings and heels when I plopped down next to Katie at our table. That was a good thing because I didn't have the energy to put on my clothes.
I drank a couple more beers because I was so hot and worn out after all the dancing. They really hit the spot.
I didn't feel dizzy anymore. No, I just felt real happy to be having so much fun with my new friend Katie.
And, can you imagine my surprise, when I counted my money and found I made $682. People in Canada have to work a whole month in a lumber mill to make that kind of money.
America is such a great place.
Katie looked around and said that we better leave. She thought some of the guys were starting to get a little "fresh".
I was very surprised about that since they all had been so nice to me earlier. Maybe it was the alcohol. Drink sometimes gets people to do the strangest things.
I'm sure glad that I never let demon rum get the best of me.
I looked around for my clothes, but couldn't find them anywhere. My new clothes. Oh, how terrible!
Katie grabbed me and said we had to go, now. She looked real nervous so I knew we just had to get moving and out of that place.
We ran for the door as fast as we could.
Well, not really too fast because the high heels made it hard to move. I seemed to be getting dizzy again, and that didn't help either.
Sure glad she decided we should leave when we did. The attitude of the crowd really seemed to have changed for the worst.
I couldn't believe just how rude these people were.
Why, they were pinching my butt, squeezing my boobs, trying to put their hands between my legs and just about anything else you could think of. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to molest a young girl. My goodness.
We finally made it to the street.
I felt relieved at first, but then realized I was standing on a public street in Dallas with my wares on display for all to see.
I tried to cover up, but you can only hide so much with two hands. Wished all those people could have been more polite and not stared at me like that.
Katie got us a cab after what seemed like forever. Thought the cab driver was going to have an accident when he kept looking over his shoulder at me, completely nude in the back seat of his cab.
Finally, Katie got mad at him and said, "What's wrong with you, bubba? Never seen two cowgirls before?" I didn't know what she was talking about, but it seemed to get his mind back on driving. Thank goodness!
We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. I was really afraid to get out of the cab until Katie said not to worry.
"Claudie, this is a high-class hotel and no one will be rude enough to look at you without your clothes on."
Well, I stepped out of the cab and found out right away she was wrong - big time.
Seemed like we attracted a massive crowd as we walked up to the front desk. I couldn't believe all the people who were looking at me and saying all kinds of rude things. I just turned red as can be.
The desk clerk recognized Katie and handed her a room key. "Here you go, Ms. Richardson. Room 1469 as requested."
We quickly headed for the elevator and escape from all these people.
The crowd followed us all the way across the lobby, screaming, yelling and trying to grab me everywhere.
Quite a few people got on the elevator with us, too. I was very surprised that so many people decided to go upstairs at the same time. Why, the elevator was so full, I was afraid we might be breaking the law by having more than 2,200 pounds on board.
We were packed in the elevator like sardines. I couldn't believe that people were accidentally touching me everyplace.I felt so bad that I was embarrassing them like that. I apologized to a few people, but they just looked at me kind of funny. They must have known I was a foreigner and really didn't mean to be so rude.
I so wanted to fit in.
We finally fought our way through the crowds and got to our room.
I was so happy to be inside and far away from the giant crowd that followed us all the way to the door.
After looking around the room for a minute, I asked Katie why there was only one bed. She said that the hotel was full and we would just have to make do with this king-size. Well, we are both girls, so I guessed it really wouldn't matter.
She ordered some dinner from room service and then went off to take a shower. I was a little hungry after all the excitement, so food sounded pretty good to me.
When she came back, she was all shiny and new. She also was naked and not seeming to care at all.
My goodness, the girl has no modesty!
Sure will take some time getting used to the way things are done in the States. Well, I'm going to try and fit in, but it sure seems like there's a lot to learn.
I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up myself. All the traveling and excitement really tired me out, and a shower sounded like a wonderful idea.
I took a nice long, relaxing shower. After I dried off, I realized I didn't have anything to wear except the sexy undergarments. Oh well, if Katie walked around nude, I could, too.
I walked into the bedroom without realizing that the bellboy was already there serving dinner.
At first, I just stood there with my arms hanging at my sides in complete shock.
I finally came to my senses after a minute or two. Then, I squealed like a little chipmunk and ran back into the bathroom.
Katie came through for me one more time. My friend brought me one of her T-shirts to wear. It was real big and covered everything very nicely, thank you.
After I slipped the shirt on, we both went back to the bedroom to see what we had for dinner.
We must have looked silly to the bellboy. He kept staring at us like the rude person he was. I wished he would just finish serving and leave.
Oh, oh. I didn't know what to do when I noticed Katie sitting there with her legs spread apart. I'm sure she didn't realize that the bellboy could see her private area. I was afraid to say anything because I didn't want to embarrass the poor girl.
The boy kept staring between her legs, and when he got up to get something, he crashed into a table and fell on his butt.
Katie didn't seem bothered by his stupid behavior. She told him he could leave, and we'd finish serving the meal ourselves. I'm so glad she didn't notice him sneaking looks at her secret place.
The bellboy didn't seem to want to go, but she just pushed him out the door, and that was that.
After dinner, we both hopped in bed to watch television. Katie said she was real tired and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
I watched a couple of TV programs and then decided to hit the hay myself. Oh boy, couldn't wait for another big day tomorrow.
Katie seemed to toss and turn a lot while she slept. She was dreaming about something serious, I guess. Poor girl. She had to get up real early to meet me at the airport and must just be exhausted.
I just love my new friend, Katie. She certainly went out of her way to help me have a good time on my first day in Texas. What a darling girl.
I was just dropping off when somehow Katie's arm wrapped around me. I decided not to move because I didn't want to wake her.
Oh no. Her hand touched my boob. I can't believe it. Her hand squeezed and caressed both of them this time. What kind of dream was she having anyway?
I decided not to do anything about it right then. It would be so difficult to explain to her if she woke up. I didn't want to embarrass my new pal.
A few seconds later, her hand moved from my breast down to my leg. It was like an electric shock having her hand touch my bare skin.
Her hand slowly moved up and down my legs. It almost felt like she was examining them.
Her fingers traveling lightly over the bare skin of my legs caused a very strange feeling in my tummy. I just didn't know what was happening to me, and I felt very nervous.
I really would like to know what her dream was all about. For some reason, she was pushing my tee shirt up and, in no time, she had it above my boobs.
I didn't know what to do! She touched my bare boobies with her hand and rubbed her naked private parts against my butt. What kind of dream was she having?
Katie kept playing around with my breasts and backside. Squeezing, pinching, pulling, touching.
For some reason, I was very hot and very wet between my legs. I couldn't figure out why this was happening to me.
Her hand started moving down my tummy toward my private parts. I tried to move away because I knew she would be so embarrassed if she found out she touched me *there*.
Well, she had me wrapped up in such a way that I ended up laying on my back instead of getting away. I was worse off because her leg somehow slipped over mine, and now I couldn't close my legs, so my secret spot was open and vulnerable.
Her hand kept moving toward my privates. I expected the worst, and sure enough, her hand touched my little bush, lightly at first, and then she squeezed me real hard.
Oh my. I'm not supposed to like this. I just couldn't believe another girl was touching me "there". Hmmm. For some reason, it didn't feel that bad, in fact...
My goodness. Her finger was on that sensitive little thing hiding in my secret place and moving around. She wasn't stopping. Oh. Ooh. Oooooh.
Her hand was rubbing my bush now. It was moving slowly, but very firmly up and down between my legs.
What an interesting feeling!
One of her fingers was trying to get inside me. Well, she won't be able to get inside me, that's for sure.
Ooops! I was wrong. I'm so wet down there that her finger just slipped inside me with no trouble at all.
She moved her finger all around inside my hot little place. Her finger made a kind of relentless in and out motion. I tried very hard not to let this trouble me, but couldn't help myself. Something seemed to be happening to my body that I didn't understand.
I tried real hard not to make any noise, but couldn't control myself. I started making little moaning sounds at first, and then I got a little bit louder as things progressed. Finally, something happened to me that never happened before.
What a shock, my first orgasm! Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Ahhhh! Yeeeeps!
I really started getting loud and noisy as my body writhed and moved with the motion of her hand. She kept it up and moved her finger even faster than before. She put two, no three, fingers in my hot little place.
I couldn't believe my tight little private area could hold four of her fingers - what was happening to me?
I hoped the wonderful feeling would last forever. And, when it was over, I wanted more. How sinful. I thought I would have to say some prayers, but didn't have a chance to get started, when suddenly...
Katie sat up, all wide awake, and said, "How did you like my Class A hand job, Claudie?"
I was so shocked when I realized she was awake all the time. My goodness. What would she think of me?
"You don't have to tell me how much you liked it, Claudie. You sure let the world know that you liked it a whole lot. Wheee doggie!"
I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed and turned three different shades of red. Oh no. What would I do?
"Okay, Claudie. Your turn now, darlin. Why don't you do me the same sweet way?"
Well, she did make me feel good, and I couldn't say I let her give me a hand job just because I thought she was asleep. Sounded kind of stupid when I thought about it. Just had to go for it because it seemed only fair after all she did for me.
I never did anything like this before, so I decided to just repeat everything she did to me. So, I played with her boobies first. My, she was quite receptive to my first tentative efforts, so I got very brave.
Kind of liked the power of being able to get someone to bounce around on the bed and make all those cute little sounds. Think I may have played with her breasts a little longer than she played with mine, but she didn't seem to mind at all.
You probably won't believe it, but I got real curious and just had to see what her private area felt like.
I slowly moved my hand between her legs and started rubbing her nice and slow right on the cute little slit part. Guess I'm getting it right because I'm hearing nice little purring sounds coming from her.
I moved my hand a little faster and got an even bigger reaction. My goodness. She was as just as loud as me and didn't seem to be embarrassed at all.
She grabbed on to me and gave me a "real" long kiss. Oooh. That felt so nice. Didn't think a girl could make me feel like that. Didn't know what to do, so I just kissed her back, and that kiss lasted a real long, long time.
I could feel her tongue in my mouth kind of searching around, so I sort of welcomed it with my tongue. Wow, I almost passed out before we finally stopped.
We kissed and touched and fondled and examined and played with each other for a long time. Must have had about 3 more orgasms at least, but could really keep track because I was soon into what we were doing.
"Okay Claudie, time to learn something new."
By this time, the blankets were on the floor, and the bed was a complete mess. It was real easy for her to start kissing my boobs because they were right there, all out in the open.She softly bit my nipples and kind of sucked on those little things that seemed to be reaching out to her mouth.
Off came my shirt. How did she do that? Oh, what a nice feeling! Ummm, ummm!
She kissed her way toward my private area. What a feeling of anticipation as she slowly moved toward the hot place between my legs.
She started kissing me "there." My goodness.
I could feel her tongue moving around the same way it examined my mouth. Probing. Pushing. Seeking. I hoped she wasn't thinking about trying to put it in "there."
Yes, she was! Oooh, feels so good. What was happening to me?
First, I noticed her moving her body toward me. Then, she slipped her leg over my head so I could look up and see her private area. Finally, she just kind of settled down on my face and it was so easy for me to respond to her.
I kissed her between her legs and licked on the hot area that she put so close to my face. I could taste her juices in my mouth. My, how nice she tastes. Seemed very personal and all. Kind of friendly, in fact.
I got my tongue inside of her next. It was real easy to do, so I guess she was ready for me. Guess I'm doing a good job after all.
We started pleasing each other real nice after I got the hang of things.
Once I had my tongue working inside her just right, I was able to think about other things to do.
I used my hands to fondle her butt. It was so nice and soft and cuddly.
I was able to touch her breasts some more. They felt so firm and nice.
I moved my hands all over her silky smooth skin.
My goodness, never thought girls could have this much fun with each other. I really, really, really liked it.
Katie showed me so much more that night. Things I couldn't imagine, and everything made me feel so wonderful. Orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm.
Best of all, she told me that none of what we did was in any way sinful. (Thank goodness for that!)
I couldn't believe her at first, but it made good sense after I thought about what she said.
She reminded me that "boy and girl" contact was considered sinful by the church, but friendly touching by girls was never mentioned.
She was so right. Why, not one single priest or nun ever said that getting it on with a girl was wrong.
How wonderful!
She also told me that I should get it on with girls a lot because it would relieve my tensions and I would not be overwhelmed by sinful, sexual urges for boys.
So neat, I could feel real good and avoid sin at the same time. How wonderful!
Now that I knew sex between girls was not sinful, we kept it up for hours. I learned a lot of new things from Katie that night, except how to sleep.
In the morning, we fooled around a little more before we got up.
Sadly, we had to leave for Big Spring even though I wanted more, more, more.
Katie told me we would have plenty of time together when we got back to Big Spring, so I reluctantly decided I could wait till then.
"No Katie! I won't wear these shorts. My butt is hanging out all over the place. And this halter top. Why, you can see almost everything. Who ever heard of a girl wearing high heels and shorts? Seems silly to me."
You know Katie. She picked out my clothes and just made me go along with her way of dressing. Since she wore the same kind of clothes, I figured it was the way people did things around here, and I'd just have to go along.
Mike the chauffeur tried to get our luggage organized, but Katie played a little joke on him.
Just as he was heading for the door with a couple of our bags, she bent over and picked up her purse. She did it without bending her knees one bit. She pointed her cute little butt right at him, and we watched Mike walk right into the wall. Real funny. Ha, ha.
I decided to have some fun, too. When he got up off the floor and headed for the door again, I picked my purse up the same way. It was so funny watching him walk into the closet. Crash. Hee, hee.
We laughed about it after he finally left. It was so funny - just can't figure guys out!
We didn't have much to do for the eight hours it took us to drive to Big Spring. Good thing the limo had a refrigerator stocked with long necks. Normally, I didn't drink beer, but after the fun we had the night before, I couldn't understand why people thought drinking was bad.
We polished off half a dozen beers apiece as we motored down the highway. I was starting to feel real good and kind of loose, if you know what I mean. Just like the night before, but I didn't plan on taking off a single piece of clothing, though. That sort of thing was all behind me now.
Oops. Wrong again. The window between the driver and us was opaque. The other windows were smoked over, so no one could see in.
Katie kind of snuggled up to me, and next thing I know, she's giving me a great big kiss. A real kiss, too.
My goodness. Her little tongue sure does feel good sneaking around inside my mouth like that!
Well, one thing led to another, and somehow she got my halter top off and was playing with my boobs in a way that really got me going.
It was a lot harder for her to get my shorts off 'cause they were so tight. Had to help her out there.
Since I wasn't wearing any panties, I found myself sitting on that leather seat with nothing covering my butt. The leather felt kind of interesting and strange rubbing on my butt like that.
One thing led to another, and before you know it, we were both completely nude.
Well, there was plenty of room in that big car, so we were able to do just about everything two girls could do to each other.
I was so happy when I remembered it was not sinful to touch another girl's boobs and private parts, and it was so much fun to do it. Lots of fun when Katie kissed, touched, sucked and squeezed every little part of me, too!
We put our clothes back on when we pulled into the long drive up to the Richardson Ranch. I was disappointed when I found out that Katie's dad wasn't there to meet us. Her stepmother, Dora Lee, was there, but in a hurry to leave. She said she was on her way to Dallas for a week, and she knew we would do a fine job taking care of ourselves.
I must say that I was quite surprised we would be left alone for a whole week. First time in my life I was without adult supervision.
Soon as Dora Lee was gone, Katie told me that she had a party planned for the evening. She said she wanted to introduce me to all her friends. Oh boy, we're going to have more fun!
I just couldn't get over how nice Katie was being to me. She really knew how to make a girl feel welcome.
She had the servants make up a buffet and some snacks for our party. Once they were done with their work, she told them they could have the rest of the evening off. They were gone in no time at all.
After the servants left, I helped her carry ten cases of beer and a case of assorted bottles of liquor from the storage room. My goodness, she must be expecting quite a few people at the party.
She said we had to dress for the party since it was such a special occasion.
She picked out a silk mini-dress for me to wear and told me that girls normally didn't wear bras with this type of dress. Looked real tacky seeing the outline of the bra and so forth, according to Katie. She also said that I better wear pantyhose instead of stockings. Certainly wouldn't want to be embarrassed by people seeing the outline of a garter belt through my tiny little dress.
I never in my life went without underwear, but thought I would be daring just this once because I didn't want to disappoint Katie.
She dressed differently herself. Yes, her clothes were sexy as could be and certainly showed a lot, but...
She wore a G-string, garter belt, cute little panties outside the garter belt, a push-up bra, full slip, really tight tee shirt, sexy mini-skirt and heels just as high as mine. Never saw the girl wear so many clothes, before or since.
All the other guests arrived by 8 PM. Katie's friends were so nice to me. I just love American hospitality.
We probably drank too much, but no one really cared because it was summer vacation. Katie and I could sleep in late the next day, too.
We were dancing and having a great time. What fun. First time I ever danced with a boy. Danced with a couple of the girls, too. Gee, I wonder why girls dance better than boys? My, my, what do those boys have in their pants anyhow? My goodness.
About 10:30, Katie said that it was time to play a game. I didn't know what to expect, but went along with her 'cause everyone else seemed so excited.
She said we would play strip poker with house rules.
Well, I knew what poker was all about. It's the national sport of Canada, of course. You learn it before you even go to school where I come from. Had a bad feeling about the strip part and got real nervous.
Thank goodness for a friend like Katie! She came right over to me and said, "Now don't you worry about a thing, Claudie. We're all friends here, and it will be so much fun."
I told her I was nervous about taking my clothes off in front of strangers. She just said not to worry.
"There are seven other people here, Claudie. Why, by the time you have to show anything, plenty of other skin will be on display, so don't worry a bit."
Well, I wanted to be a good sport and couldn't see myself not playing along when everybody else was having such a good time. Figured I'd just blend in with the crowd and see what happened.
We played Showdown Poker. No thinking in this game. Cards tell the whole story.
According to the house rules, the winner decided what item of clothing the loser had to take off.Katie was the dealer for the first hand, and everyone seemed to be getting a decent hand except for me.
It looked pretty bad from the start. When the final card was turned over, I lost, and Ellen was the winner.
Ellen looked at me with a big smile on her face and said, "Let's make this interesting right away. Why don't you take off that cute little old dress, Claudie?"
Oh my. I didn't have much on underneath, and I wasn't going to do it until I saw Katie looking at me. Well, I couldn't let her down.
I stood up and tried to take off the dress. I was real nervous, and the dress was so tight. It took me forever to get it off. Everyone was looking at me the whole time. Oh my.
I finally got my dress off and realized that I was as good as naked.
My breasts were bouncing all around. I wasn't used to going without a bra and didn't really know how to control my breasts as they jiggled around for all to see.
The pantyhose was totally transparent, so you could see everything front and back. I felt even more naked wearing those high heels.
I tried real hard not to show how embarrassed I was.
I just decided to act real brave and slowly sat down without even trying to cover anything. Well, it was hard to remain calm with everyone watching me like that, as you probably could guess.
I seemed to lose every other hand. In no time at all, I was completely naked, and no one else had taken off more than one shoe. I sure was the center of attention and not liking it one bit.
Well, in no time at all, I lost again and found out what the second house rule was all about.
When a person didn't have anything to take off, the winner got to think up a one-minute penalty for the loser.
Well, I certainly wanted to be a good sport, so I decided to go along with it.
Deirdre was the winner, and she said my penalty was to kiss all the boys.
That didn't seem like much to do, actually. It would take me at least a minute just to give each one a little peck on the cheek and sit back down.
Was I wrong!
Each boy grabbed me and kissed me real hard. They stuck their tongues in my mouth, and I felt them examining different parts of my body while they were kissing me.
I couldn't believe how much I liked it. My goodness.
Everyone was watching me being kissed and fondled by all the boys, and I just turned so red. I was real relieved when it was over. I felt all flushed and warm. My, my, my.
When I lost the next hand, Billy Joe told me I had to kiss all the girls this time. Well, I thought that would work out a little better for me, girls and all.
Nope.
The girls did all the same things the boys did, except that it took twice as long to get around the room, and there were only three of them!
They sure didn't hold back with the touching and squeezing. Never thought girls would do stuff like that in public. Funny thing, though, I liked it just as much as when the boys did it to me. The girls sure turned me on a lot. Gee whiz!
Katie was the last one I kissed. She knew a few tricks that really got me going.
I was so into Katie that I didn't notice the other two girls sneak up from behind until they jumped on us.
They started tickling me and touching me all over. I ended up on my back with my legs spread real wide.
Two of the girls grabbed a leg apiece. They pulled 'em apart so anyone could see between my legs. I couldn't cover up no matter how much I wiggled around.
I think Deirdre put her hand between my legs and started rubbing me real nice and slow. Somehow she got one - no, make that two - uh, three fingers into my hot little pussy.
I was so turned on and hot that I stopped trying to get away and just laid back and enjoyed those girls working me over.
My goodness, the girls were acting way worse than the boys! Squeezing my boobs, fingering inside me, grabbing my butt. I was shocked! They held me down so I couldn't do a thing about it. Good thing I didn't want to do anything about it, or I might have been upset.
We got back to card playing once that was over.
Good thing, 'cause it was kind of embarrassing having an orgasm in front of all those people. I'll just have to learn how to do it without making so much noise in the future.
Well, I had a real bad losing streak, and those penalties sure were tough.
I had to play with my breasts for a minute while everybody watched and made suggestions.
Thought I'd have an orgasm rubbing between my legs like that. Never thought the minute would be up.
Seemed like a real long time.
Thank goodness I got to stop before I embarrassed myself.
Did make a little noise, but nobody said anything. They were watching real closely, though.
I had to do all kinds of things to myself and to the other people in the game. Just about everything anyone could imagine, I guess. I was real turned on and didn't care anymore who was watching me.
Suddenly, Katie stopped the game. Thank goodness. That sausage Bobby Joe wanted me to use on myself as the penalty for losing again seemed pretty darn big. Couldn't see how I could fit it all inside me, no way.
I didn't think I could take another minute of this game either.
Katie looked right at me and said, "Attention everyone. Just thought you all would like to know that Claudette is a virgin."
I couldn't believe she would say that to everyone. I turned red. How embarrassing.
"As you all may remember, one of our house rules is the Sharing Rule. Yep, according to the rules, Claudie has to share getting her cherry popped with all of us."
Wait a minute! I was saving myself for marriage. Couldn't believe they'd expect me to have sex with someone here in front of everybody.
Katie could tell by the look on my face that I was ready to back out. She just smiled at me and said, "Look Claudie, you already got it on with me quite a few times. You're not really a virgin anymore. Fucking one of the boys is just a technical detail."
While I was thinking that through, she was dealing out cards to the four boys.
"Okay boys, got four cards here, ace to four. Ace goes first. Good luck to all of you."
Goes first! What was she talking about? I wasn't ready to take on one boy, let alone four.
Jimmy Joe got the ace. He pushed down his pants and briefs real fast. Then, he pushed me down in the middle of the floor and put my butt on a pillow so I was sticking right up there.
Everything happened so darn fast, I just didn't know what I was doing.
I thought it would hurt a lot, but I was wrong about that, too.
I guess I was really ready to go after all that fooling around we did earlier.
Or, maybe it was his cute body that distracted me. Guess it wouldn't hurt if I just grabbed on to his ass for a second or two. Hmm, his chest felt kind of nice, too.
After the first few seconds of pain, I only felt him pumping me real hard while I played around with his body.
My goodness. Didn't realize that my "down there" could grab on to his dick like that. Very nice feeling, hope he likes it.
In the background, I could hear everyone hollering and yelling. I never imagined anything like this for my first time. There was Katie saying, "Go for it, Jimmy Joe. Get that girl's cherry, boy. Wheee doggie!"
Jimmy Joe took about two minutes to finish up. As soon as he was done, Joe Paul pulled me up on all fours and took me from behind.
That was even worse.
Everyone could watch me. My hands were on the ground, so I couldn't stop my breasts from bouncing all over the place. For some reason, though, I had a major orgasm, or, was that two short ones?
Even more embarrassing for me was being in a position where they all could see every little nook and cranny of my body.
And the noise, oh my god.
When I screamed out at the height of my orgasm, Billy Joe stuck his dick in my mouth. I didn't know what to do at first.
I heard Katie say, "Suck that boy's dick right off, Claudie girl!"
So, I started sucking on him and holding him real tight while he pumped away at my face. I had a boy on each end working me real hard, and it sure did turn me on in a funny way.
Joe Paul lasted a lot longer than Jimmy Joe. But, he finally filled me up, and as soon as he pulled out, Joe Joe got behind me and started playing around.
Sure was glad Joe Paul stayed in front of me. He sure had a nice body, and real nice to look at. Real nice.
I thought Joe Joe was going to stick his real nice-looking dick into my hot little pussy.
Nope.
Felt his finger playing around with my tiny little asshole. Kind of surprising that he would do such a thing. Felt like he was rubbing some cream in there.
Next thing I know, he's sticking his great big dick into my asshole. Thought he made a mistake at first and never expected that monster dick would fit in that little place.
Well, whatever he rubbed on my asshole helped him get that big old thing inside me without any problem at all. My goodness!
At first, I didn't like it, but once he got going, I developed a real appreciation for what he was doing to my butt.
The two boys got in sync and really started a fire inside of me.
Pretty hard to keep track of sucking and fucking at the same time. Somehow I managed and got better as time went by.
Must have had about six orgasms while the boys were playing around.
Suddenly, Billy Joe just exploded in my mouth.
Hey, this stuff tastes real good!
Swallowed it all down and sucked on him awhile until I was sure I got every last drop of his cool stuff.
The excitement must have gotten to Joe Joe, too.
He came in my asshole.I could feel it fill up with his hot juice. I kind of wished he had come in my mouth so I could have tasted him, too. Although, I must say, it was real nice having him do me in the butt, so I guess I shouldn't be greedy.
I was wiped after all that and ready to just pass out.
Never suspected my first time and fourth time would all happen at the same time. As Katie would say, "Whee doggie!"
I thought we were finished, but I thought wrong.
Katie said that I owed all the girls because I had sex with their boyfriends. It was only fair that I do something nice for each one of them.
One thing you can say about Canadians is that we are fair, so I decided I had just had to go along with Katie on this one. She hadn't steered me wrong so far.
Katie sat in a chair she put in the middle of the room and pulled up her skirt in front of everybody.
Next, she had me kneel down between her legs. She pulled her panties to the side and said, "Go for it, girl. I'm sure you know just what to do."
She was right. I didn't even give it another thought, just dove right in, and it was real easy for me to do all the stuff I knew she liked so much. I didn't seem to care that everyone was watching me go to town.
When I finished with her, I got it on with the other two girls. Each one sat in the chair, and I got on my knees between their legs. I lapped their pussies like a dog in heat. Loved the taste of those girls and just couldn't get enough of their juices in my mouth. Real nice tasting pussies, if you ask me. They sure did like what I was doing to them and let the world know it.
The other two girls took less time than Katie to get off. Guess they were getting turned on by watching me, and I certainly was getting turned on doing them!
By the time I finished with the girls, I noticed that the boys had their clothes off, and dicks sticking out like flag poles.
Looked like they were getting ready for seconds. All four of them sticking out like that. Never saw anything like it.
I was so turned on at this point, I was ready for anything. Which was just what happened. I didn't know people could do all those things to other people! Wow, sure did like it!
I must have got laid about 15 times. Gave 10 or 12 blow jobs, too. I don't know how many girls I went down on or went down on me, but I didn't miss anybody that's for sure.
I learned all about hand jobs, rim jobs, fisting, and all kinds of stuff you never see in books.
When the morning finally came, everyone decided to go home. Katie and I got into her bed. I thought I was worn out and ready to just fall asleep. But Katie had other ideas, and we were still able to do each other a few more times before we both passed out from exhaustion.
When we finally woke up sometime in the late afternoon, I thanked her so much for all her hospitality.
I sure was happy to be staying with her for the summer.
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110,323 | Cookies With Binny's Tea | Hello again! My name is David. Davie to my Aunt Trina, my mother's much younger stepsister. Best friends since before I could remember, Trina and I hooked up and became lovers when I got out of the military. I had gone to her house the day I came home for good, and to my surprise and great delight Trina jumped my happy bones and fucked me into oblivion for hours. Then, just to throw ice water on the situation, she called my mother, Binny, over for tea so she could tell her that she wanted me to move in. To be honest, I really expected mom to explode in justifiable rage, after all it was her only sister I was banging even if they weren't blood sisters. It had to be disturbing for her, so I was shocked when she thought about it for about ten seconds and merely said, "Okay. You're both grownups. It's not like you're related by blood, so if you want to fornicate with each other, go ahead. You don't need my permission."
Before my stuff was officially unpacked at my parent's house, it was shoved back into my duffle bags and I was moved in with Trina. My dad said that he was surprised we hadn't done that a long time ago. Said he could see this coming a mile down the road. Somehow I think mom could too. I seemed to be the only one who didn't see it as being inevitable.
So here I am, three months later, and Trina is killing me with her sexual demands. I've lost ten pounds, mostly in the form of cum I think, and Trina isn't showing any signs of slowing down. I have a job that I go to every day, which gives me some time to rest, but even that isn't always a given.
One afternoon Trina showed up at the office and told my boss she needed to see me privately on an urgent family matter. My boss, being the kind, politically correct type, ushered us into an enclosed office and said he hoped it would suffice. I doubt that he had gotten three feet from the door before Trina had shed her long coat revealing the total lack of clothing underneath. She began ripping at my pants, her lips planted on mine while she unhooked my belt and unzipped and unbuttoned me in what seemed like one fluid motion.
Without saying more than "Hello lover," she had my cock in her mouth and was sucking me like it was the only food she'd had in a week. Once my cock was sufficiently wet, Trina turned her back to me and threw one knee onto the conference table. I grabbed her hips and eased my cock into that sweet, sweet cunt of hers and began to slowly fuck her the way she likes it. Usually quite vocal when she climaxes, I fervently hoped for a quiet orgasm from Trina. I really liked this job and being fired for fucking under false pretenses just didn't seem like it would look all that good on a resume. Trina's hands gripped the edge of the table, her head almost resting on the Formica while I listened to her moans of delight.
"Davie, cum in my mouth. Less to clean up," she gasped between groans.
I love the way she thinks sometimes, and so that's just what I did. We stayed in that office for over an hour while Trina and I fucked like rabbits.
Last Tuesday I got home a little later than usual, expecting to hear Trina bitch about it cutting into her sex time. She doesn't actually bitch about it, but she likes to make me think she's bitching. It's a game with her. Anyway, I hang my coat up in the closet, kick off my shoes, and dump my briefcase on the floor. No sound. Nothing. Usually I get a greeting of some kind from Trina even if it's just a "Hey!" to let me know that she knows I'm home.
"Aunt Trina?" I called. She doesn't like it when I call her Aunt Trina anymore; she says it sounds a little weird now that we're lovers. Still, no answer. The door was unlocked and there was a light on in the house, so I know she's home. I'm starting to get that bad feeling that something is radically uncool when, from the bedroom, I hear a muffled voice that sounds like candy-coated sugar.
"Daaaavie! Come here and look at this!" It's not Trina's voice, but it sounds very familiar, like someone I used to... Oh, shit! I know that voice. I make a beeline for the bedroom and crack open the door. There on the bed, with her head between Trina's legs is Haley, my All American Cheerleader Girl, moaning and panting. The insanely hot virgin that I dated for two years in high school, the one I could never touch beyond a feel through her sweater, the one that dumped my ass as soon as she got to college. The girl who never failed to get my dick hard every time I thought about her. That Haley. I notice that the reason I didn't hear from Trina is because her mouth appeared to be glued to Haley's vagina, and she was sweating profusely.
I know her facial expressions well enough to know that she has climaxed several times already; she has that maniacal look about her that she gets during really great sex, so I figure they've been at this for a while. That, and her favorite dildo sticking out of her dripping pussy were good signs. Very erotic to watch. Trina lets Haley's ass cheek loose with one hand and waves to me.
"Sweet," I said. "For two years you won't let me touch you, but the minute my back is turned you're fucking my innocent Aunt Trina. Very nice indeed!"
"I was a late bloomer. So sue me. The longer you spend crying like a girl about it the less time you have to fuck us both. Get undressed, David."
Suddenly I was over being pissed off at Haley for dumping me. Go figure, eh? She scooted up onto her elbows, exposing those fabulous round breasts I had only touched by proxy. They were as beautiful as I had always thought they would be. Perfect pink nipples thrust out from firm orbs of female flesh. I could almost feel my cock being trapped between them. I shed my business suit, tossing it with no little abandon into the corner, and climb onto the bed, my thoroughly hard cock two inches from Haley's open mouth.
"What, you're going to make me beg to suck you off?" she asks when I make no further move to violate her. "Put that beautiful piece of meat in my mouth."
"Say you're sorry for dumping me," I said. Okay, so I wasn't quite over being pissed off. I grabbed a handful of that thick blond hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to look at me. I could feel the old promises of revenge I made after she dumped me taking over my brain.
"I am sorry, David. I wish you had been my first, I truly do," she said, and I believed her. She wrapped her warm fingers around my balls and pulled me closer to her open mouth.
Now I was over it! I pulled her head forward and slid my cock into her warm mouth, grabbed her jaw with my other hand and began to literally fuck her face. Her teeth lightly scraped my skin, her tongue dancing off of the shaft like the beating of a butterfly wing. In three seconds I'm groaning in ecstasy, sliding my cock deep into her willing throat while she kneads my rapidly expanding ball sack. Little virgin Haley has become quite the accomplished cocksucker, taking my entire rod into her throat, groaning in delight as it slid into her. She pulled at my balls, holding me close to her, and I could feel her tongue slide all around the shaft of my cock.
I remember thinking about how she and Trina differed in their techniques. I know, what a stupid thing to think of when your cock is deep in some hot woman's throat, but let's face it, we do, don't we guys? We think about shit like that. Where Trina is more urgent, a little more aggressive in her sucking, Haley was gentle, light. Soft touches and less vacuum. Both of them drove me crazy, but in different ways. Suddenly, I felt a pressure between my ass cheeks, and I notice Haley's other arm snaking around my waist. I relax as much as I can, and she slides Trina's dildo into my ass, in and out, fucking me with it in time to my strokes into her throat. Oh joy, the girl's got rhythm! Style too. Her fingers gently slid up and down the shaft of my cock on the out strokes, the tips tapping at the veins. I have no idea where she learned that cute trick, but it felt nice so I wasn't about to ask.
"Pick a tune, Davie," she said, pulling her face away from me.
"What?""Pick a nice tune for me to hum."
"Happy birthday," I offered. I couldn't think of anything else under the circumstances. Haley grinned, and her lips found the head of my cock again, taking me about halfway into her soft mouth. As her tongue swirled around my shaft, she began to hum "happy birthday" with some gusto. I about went nuts. By the time she had gotten to the last bar in the tune for the second time, my cock exploded. I began to fill her sucking mouth with sticky cum, and she slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass, increasing the orgasmic sensations until my cock finally stopped spurting its juice, which she made a grand show of swallowing as a grin spread across her angelic face. She kept me inside her sweet mouth even though I was beginning to go limp. I took her head in my hands, stroking her golden hair. I love a good hummer.
"Damn, that was good Haley," I said with earnest admiration for her technique. She merely nodded, still smiling and still sucking at me, the tip of her tongue teasing the underside of my soft shaft. It wasn't long before her work began to show results, the firmness beginning to return to my pole.
"Mmmmm!" she said as I began to thrust my hips at her face. I agreed and began fucking that incredible mouth in earnest, my cock returning quickly to its full hardness as it found its way down her throat once again.
"That's it, suck it like you love it, you beautiful little whore!" I said, and she smiled again, her cheeks drawing in as she drew harder on my pole. I began to stroke her face. She looked so erotically beautiful in that position, resting on her elbows, her perfect firm breasts bouncing slightly as my hips made gentle contact with her face. Not that I could actually see that, but I figure they must be bouncing a little, and that was enough for me. I could see her pert ass grinding into Trina's face. What a handful those soft globes would make!
I knew Trina's tongue was worming its way into Haley's womb, or at least trying to anyway, and I got just a little jealous. I wanted a bit of that end. I pushed her head away and shoved it into Trina's crotch, then crawled to the other end of the bed. I butted my knees up against Trina's shoulders and leaned forward, trying to squeeze my cock into that succulent pussy.
"This is mine!" said Trina in a peeved voice. "You can take the other hole."
I had no problem with that. A nice tight ass fuck sounded quite good actually, and I pressed the tip of my still wet cock at the puckered orifice.
"No! Please!" Haley begged as she felt the pressure begin to build at her ass. "I'm still virgin there!"
"Oh stop your whining, you little bitch, and take it like a real woman!" said Trina. "Besides, once he does it you're not going to want vaginal sex anymore. It's that good."
"You didn't hear me whine like a little girl when you stuffed that dildo into my ass, did you?" I reminded her.
She seemed to consider that for a second and then said, "Just be gentle."
That seemed like a reasonable request, so I gently, but firmly, eased a wetted finger into her little hole and began to finger-fuck her tight ass until she relaxed a bit. I could feel my finger tracing its way inside her body, and I noticed she was moaning a little as well, so it must not have been all bad for her. Hell, I wasn't out to hurt her after all.
"Trina, open!" I said, and Trina opened her mouth to wet my cock. Satisfied that it was sufficiently lubricated, she pulled away and guided my hose back between those pert globes. I pulled my finger out of Haley's ass and pushed the tip of my cock into the still open hole. The effect was immediate and quite unexpected. I watched her fingers clutch the sheets, her head jerk up, and felt her hips slam rearwards, jamming my cock deep inside her as she screamed with pleasure. She damn near bent the thing in half!
"OH YES! DEEPER! MORE!" Haley yelled. So much for being gentle! She ground her ass into my hips as though she thought I had more cock to give her. I pulled out slowly, pushing her away from me, and then rammed my way back into her. Again, she cried out. Trina closed her mouth over Haley's cunt, jamming her tongue deep into the gushing hole while the girl squirmed like a fish, her whole body shuddering in ecstasy. I was pretty sure she had climaxed as soon as I had entered her, and I was confident that she hadn't yet stopped climaxing. The sweat was rolling down her beautiful back, making a little puddle just above her hips, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to swim in that little pool of her orgasmic sweat. In and out of that butter-soft, tightly clutching, exquisite ass I drove my happy pecker while she rammed back into me.
Trina was having no fun at all by now. There was just too much movement. So she squirmed her way out from under Haley, straddled her, and jammed her pussy in my face. Now I had a problem; which of those two firm asses should I grab? Trina solved that problem quickly, grabbing the back of my head and jamming my mouth firmly onto her succulent pussy. I dug my fingers into Haley's hips and rammed her ass for all I was worth while she screamed, and sucked at Trina's clit until she did the same.
I've got to tell you that nothing satisfies a guy's ego like two beautiful women climaxing at the same time when he knows he's the one making that happen. Absolutely nothing! Best of all, I was nowhere near an orgasm. I was too busy having my ego stroked to notice that the finest ass in the state was stroking my cock! Now that's ego, my gentle reader! That is ego!
Trina's knees began to buckle as the waves of orgasm washed over her, and she was pulling my hair until it began to hurt a bit, not that I really cared. I was much too busy enjoying the tasty juices from her body to worry about losing a little hair, besides, Haley was bucking like an un-ridden pony, and my cock was about ready to fill her ass with ejaculate. I could feel that warm glow begin to build up from my hips to my brain, and with a groan, I jammed my pole deep into Haley's channel and let it happen. I felt the thick liquid pump its way into the bottom of the girl I spent two years lusting after, and while I couldn't exactly say it was revenge, I can say it was fucking marvelous!
"So what happened between you and the guy you dumped me for?" I asked Haley later, after we had finally showered and dressed. Actually, I really didn't want to know the answer to that. I didn't care who it was she had been fucking, or why they broke up. The fact that she was here now was all that mattered.
"Who said it was a guy?" she asked demurely.
"I just thought..."
"That's what you get for thinking."
"So. A girl, eh?" My interest level went up forty points.
"A girl."
"Hot girl?"
"Why is that important? Why does a girl, no matter the situation, always have to be hot? You guys are so damn shallow!"
"I guess it would make it easier to accept if the girl is hot, that's all. I mean it's not like I'm going to have sex with her, but guys get a woody for two hot girls going after each other."
"How do you know?" asked Trina, who had just come out of the shower. She was still damp, her beautiful naked body glistening, and she was using the towel to dry her hair.
"Because I'm a guy."
"How do you know you're not going to have sex with her?"
"First of all because I have no idea who she is, and second, if she's a hardcore lesbian, she won't want anything to do with me."
"Would you like to have sex with her? Would you like to fuck the woman who stole your All American Cheerleader Girl out from under you?"
"Why?" I asked stupidly.
"Because I can make that happen for you," said Trina with a leer in her eyes.
"Really?"
"Yes. Really," said Trina. "I can have her here and sucking your big beautiful cock in under an hour, and loving every minute of it while she does."
"I think you're bull-shitting me."
"Not in the least," she said, sidling up to me, fumbling with my shirt. Within seconds, my pants were hitting the floor again, and my cock was beginning to get hard. Trina's cool hand saw to that.
"How do you think you're going to convince some hot lesbian girl to come over here and...?"
"God, you can be such a stupid shit sometimes, Davie," she said, kneeling on the floor in front of me.
The gong of instant understanding went off in my head finally as Trina's mouth closed over the tip of my cock. It was a loud gong too, I must say, since it explained so damn much.
"You!"
"Mmmmm Hmmm," she said, nodding her head and smiling.
"We met after she had been to college," said Haley, "we had some of the same classes and I needed help, so I came to her. One thing led to another, and we just sort of started studying each other. I couldn't admit to you that I had fallen in love with your Aunt Trina, so I broke it off with you. I wasn't sure that I wasn't a real lesbian."
"Are you?" I asked.
"No. But she is still the best lover a woman could want."
"I can't argue that," I said.
"You two are making me blush," said Trina, "but if you don't concentrate on the job at hand, I'm never going to have any fun at all."
I couldn't argue with that either, and neither could Haley, so we both concentrated on the job at hand, and we all had fun. Several times. Long into the night. Later that week, Haley moved in with us. I figure I have about a month to live. Maybe two at most.
Last night, mom brought over cookies with our weekly tea. She didn't bother to mention the fact that she caught Haley and Trina in bed together. She just shook her head a little and put the kettle on. | 4 |
110,438 | Jenna's Fantasy | Hi,
My name is Jenna. I'm a 5'1", very petite green-eyed 22-year-old redhead. I have always been into bondage and have always been kinky, but recently I was opened to a whole new world of sensation and passion. But, I'm getting ahead of my story.
As I said, I have always liked bondage. So does my boyfriend. He is an older businessman, but I like older guys. I've never seen age as a barrier. Anyway, he had needed to travel across the country for another business trip and had been gone for a week. I decided to give him a nice 'welcome home' surprise. I went over to his house and put on a porn movie, then undressed myself, got comfortable on the couch, and started playing with myself. I knew his plane arrived at 4 pm, so he would be here about 4:15 or so. I watched and 'enjoyed' the porn movie till about 3:30, getting incredibly horny. I then pulled the ottoman up where I could lay on it and see the TV. I then hung the keys to our handcuffs on a nail on the wall and snapped a handcuff snugly on each wrist. I then got on my knees in front of the ottoman and tied each knee to each leg of it with some nice soft rope. Then finally, laying down across it, I snapped the other end of each set of handcuffs to the underside of the ottoman on each side, thereby locking myself in place.
I relaxed, watching the porno on television and waiting for Dan to get home. I could feel the hot juice from my pussy running down the inside of my thigh. I truly loved being tied up and knew when he got here I'd be the object of his play for a few hours.
My cell phone rang. I wondered if it was Dan seeing if I was free tonight. I smiled to myself thinking that he wanted me as much as I did him. Then I heard his phone ring. On the 4th ring, the answering machine picked up, and I heard Dan's voice: "Jenna, if you're there, pick up. <pause>... Ok, I've tried your house and your cell. I left a message at your house. I'll leave one here too and hope you get one of them so you will not worry. I don't know if you've caught the news, but New York is in a major blizzard. It's now 3:50 and I just landed here. I've been told that no flights will be allowed to take off till this passes. Please don't worry about me. I'm fine. I miss you and I'll see you on the first flight they let me take. <click>"
'Oh damn, I'm fucked,' I thought to myself. I pulled on the handcuffs and ropes, but I had put them on to stay during whatever he decided to do to me. I was quite securely fastened down. After 10 or 15 minutes of different movements and wiggling, I had decided that whether or not I liked it, I was going to be here on the ottoman till he got home. With luck, it would only be a 4 or 5-hour delay. Not the scenario I would like, but I can handle it. I relaxed my head on the ottoman, hoping to take a nap and make the wait go faster. It was quite difficult with the porn still going and my pussy juice slowly cooling on my thigh. I finally went to sleep laughing at myself for getting into this situation.Oh, but he felt so wonderful. I knew that if I just barely moved, he would have me. Fuck! Never had a decision caused me such agony. Then he slid off me again. Part of me was so relieved, but another part felt like dying. Again, those tongues started working in and around me. I could easily feel one go so deep into my pussy, he almost hit my cervix. The other worked my clit and my asshole. I felt my legs quivering from the intense feelings.
Then I felt him again on my back, sliding his hot, wet, nasty cockhead all around me. I felt him probing closer and closer to my pussy. I knew if I didn't move, he'd slide in. His cockhead pushed my lip over, then pushed again. The electricity of it, the eroticism, swept through me. His next push went over and slid into my dripping wet, hot pussy. Oh damn, his cock was so hot and wet. I arched my back, letting him go as deep as he wanted. My reward was the hardest fucking I've ever experienced. He shoved hard 4 times till his cock was fully inside me, and his sheath was rubbing the outermost part of my pussy, then he started humping me hard. He grabbed my waist tightly, pulling me backward with every hard, fast thrust. He was so big and strong that he pulled me back till I was held by the handcuffs. I knew he would easily pull me completely off the ottoman if I hadn't been secured to it.
He jerked me back, pulling my arms taut between himself and the handcuffs. His cock went deep in me, and I felt it sliding slightly in and out very, very quickly. He was shaking my entire body forward and back, fucking me hard and fast. I could feel my orgasm coming. Oh damn, it felt so very good. I arched my back hard, making sure he could get into me as deep as possible. I felt his cock getting bigger. The harder he fucked me, the bigger it got. Soon it was tight in my pussy, stretching me as he fucked me. It was finally too much sensation to bear, and my orgasm began pulsing through me in hard waves of shuddering electricity. I clamped my pussy on his cock, feeling his large, hard cock slide slightly back and forth. He seemed to get bigger and bigger, which made me cum harder and harder. As my orgasm peaked, I was just a point of bliss, feeling wave after wave come over me, making my body contract and flex.
Finally, I began to slow down. I could still feel his massive cock in me growing larger and larger as he fucked me. I enjoyed the last spasms of orgasm as I kept squeezing him as hard as I could. Finally, my orgasm spent, I relaxed myself. Immediately, I realized squeezing him made no difference, as he was so large inside me, his cock barely moved despite the hard fucking he was still giving me. Also, as the last of my orgasm faded and my brain started to work again, I realized he was still growing. I had played with some big dildos in my life, but never one this big. I felt the inside of my pussy stretching more and more as he kept pounding me.
I suddenly remembered hearing about dogs... something I had just heard once and thought to be a joke... the male swells and locks inside the female. But even if that's true, and it obviously is... I mean, we... well... a dog can be big enough to tie inside a human?? I tried to remember all I heard about it and thought I also remembered they also shrink once they have put all their sperm inside the female. That was at least good to know. But fuck!! How big will he get!!???!?
He kept swelling and stretching me. I felt like I had a basketball in me, and someone pumping it up bigger and bigger, and I couldn't make them stop. I tried pulling myself back from him, but the cuffs cut into my wrists, and I didn't have the strength anyway. I also remembered Dan joking several times about the dogs being bigger than me. Shit, what had I let myself get into. I felt like I was going to pop open. He was still pulling me against his belly so hard as he rammed his cock into me. My pussy was so stretched, and I could feel the tip against my cervix. Then he slowed and finally stopped fucking me. As he relaxed, I pushed myself forward with my knees, giving my wrists some relief. This seemed to pull on his cock, but it was firmly inside me. I tried pushing it out, but it would not budge. Also, the tip was pressing harder and harder inside me on my cervix as he lay there. I moved a little, and unexpectedly felt it pop through the center, then amazingly, I felt it keep growing longer and longer.
I pulled myself and turned, trying anything I could to not only ease the pressure of how big he was, but also trying to ease the pressure he was putting on my cervix as he spurted and pressed further and further through. I felt his cock stretching my pussy and my cervix. I felt his cum spurt into me in small, hard streams.
Then, with no warning at all, he stepped off me and twisted around. Feeling my pussy try to spin inside me was both painful and intense beyond words, but somehow he spun around inside me. I was at that moment made painfully aware of the fact that his cock was neither straight nor round. I think he managed to stretch every square inch of me as he spun, the massive part of his cock seemingly swelled just inside behind my pelvic bone.
As I recovered from the shock of that sudden and huge feeling inside me, I felt him pulling his cock. It was well stuck, but he was still pulling, and I managed to grab the handcuffs so he wouldn't pull me back again and cut into my wrists more. He had stretched me tightly inside, and despite the very strange and uncomfortable position I now found myself in, it did feel very good. His cock was quite hot, and the pulling sensation was a huge turn-on. I pulled back against him, and it felt even better. I could feel his cock slip a small bit on my pelvic bone, but it wasn't moving out at all. I moved my ass up and down, and the sensations were intense and erotic. I began moving myself up and down more and more, enjoying the feelings and feeling myself get more and more turned on. I thought, "I'm definitely not going anywhere, and neither is he, and it does feel good... might as well enjoy it."
I hurt a bit to be stretched so, but it also felt really good. I was dripping wet, and every spurt of cum he put into me made me even hornier. I turned my head as far as I could to see him, and all I could really see was the pink, stretched part of his cock from his belly disappearing toward my pussy and his asshole and stump of a tail. I noticed that with every spurt of cum he shot into me, his asshole tightened and then loosened. I do not know why this turned me on, but it did. I worked my ass up and down, and the rough yet slick feeling of his cock sent waves of pleasure all over me. I could feel the hot cum gathering deep inside me, just behind and slightly under my belly button. Damn, this was so nasty and so wrong, but everything about it made me crazier.
As I worked myself up and down and back and forth, I could feel my orgasm coming. I started jerking my body forward by pulling on the handcuff chains and pushing with my feet and legs. He seemed to like this and pulled back harder. It even felt as if he were cumming harder into me. Knowing I was being filled with so much of his nasty, hot cum made me that much closer. I was jerking against him, rolling my hips and working his cock inside my pussy, feeling every spurt and pulse of his cock. The pulling made me have a feeling inside that was indescribably ecstatic. I pulled harder and harder, and he pulled back even harder.
My body quivered and tensed as I felt it coming. I pulled as hard as I could, actually moving the ottoman backward on the floor as wave after wave of orgasm hit me. I shoved and pulled myself against him as hard as I could with every muscle I could, and came so very hard I couldn't breathe. I could feel his cock moving inside me as I pulled, and I pulled even harder, never wanting this bliss to stop. Wave after wave after delicious wave of passion went through me, lifting me out of myself yet deeper into myself. I could feel my pussy clamping his cock, then releasing. He pulled hard, and I pulled back. I felt so good.
Finally, sadly, my orgasm began to subside. After 3 more small waves, I collapsed, too tired to care anymore and just let myself go. This was my mistake, as I also let go of the handcuff chains. Apparently, I had screamed several times during my orgasm and had made him pause to look back. The pause suddenly ended with him taking a step forward, jerking me back suddenly on the ottoman. The handcuffs caught, pulling themselves taut and again digging deeply into my wrists. The sudden pain in my wrists got rid of the last of the orgasmic afterglow I was enjoying. Suddenly, my poor body was now the rope in a very hard tug-of-war between a large dog's cock and an unyielding pair of handcuffs. Fuck, it pulled me inside. I tried to get hold of the chains again, but he was simply pulling too hard. I tried pushing with my legs, but he was far too strong, and he was certainly set on pulling me hard till he was done.
His cock pulling inside me felt good, but the pain in my wrists as he pulled hurt too much to enjoy myself. I yelled at him and begged him, but he only pulled harder. Soon, I found myself being turned on despite my wrists. I worked my ass up and down, enjoying it all I could and trying to help him finish soon so I could get some relief. He responded to my movements by pulling even harder. The pain shooting from my wrists and arms was intense, but so was his cock pulling my pussy so very hard as it continued to stretch it beyond limits. He was pulling so hard that not only were my wrists pulled taut against the cuffs, but also now the ropes holding each leg just above the knee were cutting into my legs and growing tighter. He pulled even harder, and the ottoman slid about an inch. Fuck, it hurt, but felt so good I couldn't help myself. I rocked and pivoted my pussy on his cock and felt myself getting close to another orgasm.All I could move were my hips side to side and up and down, but I moved them as much as I could. Unlike most orgasms I've ever had, this one built slowly, but then suddenly exploded through me. I convulsed with the strength of it as wave after wave shot through me.
Finally, the waves of it subsided, leaving me again held taut by the rope, the cuffs, and the cock. For some reason, my wrists were not hurting so badly now. I laid my head down on the ottoman to rest a moment. I felt him tug more, and he seemed to move side to side a bit. Then I felt his cock slip in me a bit. It seemed to be getting smaller. After such an intense orgasm, it took a few moments for my mind to put the thoughts together and realize he was shrinking and finishing. He pulled hard again, and his massive, slightly shrunken cock pulled free of my pussy with a painful pop. My body shot forward, and I felt a stream of his cum and my pussy juice running out of me.
I tried to raise up a bit but couldn't. I realized he had managed to cut off my circulation to my hands and legs. I laid there waiting for it to return.
I unexpectedly felt another furry weight on my back and a cock looking for my pussy. "Dan has 2 dogs!!" The thought hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was totally spent and hurting already, and I quickly pulled my legs together and pulled my poor pussy toward the ottoman to get away from him. I felt his cock strike my cheek a couple of times, then to my horror, I felt it hit the inner part of my cheek, slide easily between them, and roughly enter my ass a couple of inches. I then jerked my ass upward to try to get it out. I quickly realized this was mistake number 2 as this gave him a better grip on my hips and seemed to improve his angle. Quickly, more of his cock was thrust into my ass. I tried moving various directions, but nothing worked as it simply went in further and further, his weight pile-driving it with every thrust and his front paws pulling me toward him to meet every thrust. In seconds, I felt his belly slapping my ass.
I pulled my ass down and away from him as much as possible, but he had me under control. I felt a slightly larger part of his cock between my cheeks that moved back and forth, getting closer and closer to my asshole. Then it touched and slid through, opening me up a bit. He pulled it out and thrust it back in quickly, and I could tell it was bigger. I tried clenching my ass, but I was so wet and sloppy from the first dog that it slid in anyway. He pulled it out and thrust it back into me very, very quickly about 5 times. The 6th time, it was a bit large when it went in, and when he pulled, I felt it hang inside my ass. He seemed to love this and stepped more against me, hammering himself hard. Nothing I did seemed to make any difference except to excite him more and make him fuck me harder. I tried desperately to do anything, but I could already feel the swelling starting inside my ass.
As he fucked me hard, his belly slapping my ass, his cock swelled and grew tight inside me. Soon, the familiar basketball was inside my ass, stretching my insides taut and beyond. I tried moving, jerking, being still, crying... no matter what I did, he just went deeper and grew bigger. I knew he would make me pop open anytime. It was a feeling as if my hips would pop out of joint. Then he must have finally swelled as far as I could possibly stretch because his movements only shook my insides. His cock was so tight inside my ass, I felt like a balloon.
Finally, he stopped humping and just rested on top of me, his cock pulsing and unmercifully taking up any little bit of space there was inside me. He laid there on top of me until he was fully swelled, and I was wondering if my ass would ever be the same, then he stepped off me. I felt his body turning, and his cock trying to. I tried desperately to help him. Nothing seemed to help. His terribly huge cock was stuck tight, and my insides were trying desperately to twist with him. I would have flipped the damn ottoman over if I thought it would have helped, but I knew it wouldn't. Then suddenly, his cock came loose and spun suddenly inside me. It surprised him because he yelped once and jerked himself. The combination of the sudden spin and the hard pull made me feel like my ass was being turned inside out.
He then just stood, pulling against me, and I knew filling me with his cum. I held still, jerking all over and trying to recover. I could feel him cumming in me. It was very faint, much less of a feeling than when the other one was tied inside my pussy, but I could feel the tiny spurt, spurt deep in me, and I could feel the heat from it. If he had been in my pussy again, I might be closing on another orgasm, but as it was, I was just grasping at anything that might make this more bearable. I do like anal, but I prefer a cock that is NOT 5 feet across. I started to feel pain in my wrists and realized that when he had jerked me and spun, I had let go of the cuffs, and he was now pulling me hard against my wrists again.
After a few minutes, I finally started making myself get used to it. I knew I would be here in this position for quite a while, and I could either like it or suffer. I preferred to enjoy what I could. I concentrated on the cum and the warmth and tried to forget how far I was stretched and my wrist and leg pain. He came more and more, never letting up on his pulling against me. Once I got more used to it, I started pulling back, hoping to make it feel better for him so he would finish quicker. I could not rock myself at all due to how tightly he was fastened inside my poor ass, but I could pull back and move slightly. He pulled harder against me. I could not tell if he was cumming harder, but I hoped he was. I remembered how many times I wanted just a little bigger cock in me... to be stretched just a little more. "Careful what you wish for," I thought to myself.
I noticed my hands and legs going numb again. I just pulled and worked myself around on his cock. I felt his throbbing cock put more and more cum inside me. I looked back at him only to see his nubby tail going up and down and his ass tightening with each load he put into me. I pulled and watched as he seemed to cum harder. My pussy was getting wet. I rocked myself up and down and pulled, feeling how very tight he was. The wrists being pulled, the numb hands and legs, the ass so stretched, all combined with his cumming into me.. it felt good. I would have given about anything I had to have had a tongue or even a finger on my swollen clit. I tried to masturbate him as much as I could with my ass. He pulled harder and harder against me. It hurt, but the whole thing 'hurt good'. Either than makes sense to you or it doesn't, but that's how I felt. The more he pulled, the more intense it got, and the more I loved it. Unfortunately, this also meant the hotter I got, and I had no way at all to do anything about it.
I rocked myself more and more and felt his cock move. I suppose I had either moved and pulled enough to stretch myself to him, or all the cum had lubricated us... whatever it was, the sudden slipping caught me off guard, but very soon, I was moving all around on him like a well-lubricated machine. He seemed to like this too as he pulled so hard I felt the ottoman move a bit on the floor. I was on fire inside. Every part of me screamed to be fucked. "Cum in me, you bastard... fill me up," I half yelled, half grunted as I moved my ass all over his cock.
In a few minutes, it felt as if he might have finally run out of cum. If felt the spurts noticeably get slower, then stop completely. I then felt the knot moving inside me easier, and I felt it slip, then slip more, then it came out with a squishy pop. I moved my ass up and down, "Please come here, boy... here, boy... Please lick me.. Here, boy.. please. Oh DAMN, I want to cum so bad." I had never in my life needed to cum so bad.
Suddenly, I felt a cock slide into my pussy. I rocked myself on it hard, loving it. I didn't care if I got tied again, so long as I could cum. I was so close, I started cumming hard all over him. His hands held me tight on my hips as he fucked me in long, hard strokes. My orgasm was intense, wave after passionate wave. I couldn't see, hear, even breathe... I could only feel the spasming of my whole being as I came over and over. I rocked my pussy up and down on him, enjoying him to the maximum as I came.
Finally, as I was coming down from the intensity of it, I could hear the hard moans and feel the hot cum spurting hard into me in load after long load. His hands gripped me tightly as he shoved his cock deep into me. ...Ummm... Hands??!?! I heard the last of his moans and felt him let go, his spent cock sliding from my cum-drenched pussy. I looked over to see Dan lay on the floor next to me.
Part of me wanted to crawl in a hole and die, and another part was still floating in an orgasmic afterglow. We lay there for a while, him laying there looking at me. "How long?" I finally whispered. "How long? How long had I been there, you mean?" he replied. "Yes," I said so quietly I wasn't sure if he heard me. "Well, I saw your car outside and figured you'd come over, and after hearing my message, went to bed. Then when I opened the door, I heard scuffling and thought maybe a burglar was inside, and since the dogs were 'NOT' supposed to be here, I got my pistol and came looking. I got in here and found him tied to you. You were truly loving it so much, so I just watched. It made me so damn horny to see you being teased so much and loving it so.. The whole scene was damned incredible. I'm not sure I've even been so turned on by watching something before. Then you were begging for an orgasm, and I couldn't resist."
"Oh Fuck," I managed quietly. Then after waiting as long as I could stand it, "Do you hate me?" Dan looked a bit shocked, "Hate you, Jenna? Why in the world would I hate you?" "Well, because I was fucking a dog... Your dog... I mean... Well...""Fuck," and I buried my face in the ottoman, the blush of the embarrassment I was feeling was lighting up the room, I'm sure.
I felt the cuffs opening and the rope being untied. "Jenna, I most certainly do not hate you. How could you even think that?" he said, picking me up and carrying me to the couch. I looked up and saw him smiling at me. "I didn't mean to," I said in a small voice, "I mean, I tied myself up for you. They weren't here. Then Charlie dropped them off and they came in and I couldn't... I mean..."
"You seemed to enjoy it, though," he said.
"I did. Please don't hate me... I couldn't help it... it felt so good... so different... but I didn't... I mean I wouldn't... I mean... Please forgive me. Please! I'm so sorry. I love you."
"Shhhh... Jenna. Look, everything is fine. I am not mad at you at all. I promise I'm not. I mean, do you usually run up and fuck someone you're mad at? C'mon... I thought that was so hot."
"So you mean you're really not mad that I fucked them?"
"Them?" he asked. "Both?"
I silently chastised myself. "Yes," I replied meekly. "There was nothing I could do. I tried to get away but I couldn't. He fucked me and then when he finally came loose the other one jumped me and I tried to get away and he got my ass."
"Did you like it?" He asked.
"Yes," I replied very meekly, feeling the blush spread over me but knowing he knew I had at least liked the second one.
"Would you like to do it again?" he asked a bit more apprehensively.
"No!" I replied. "I want you, not them."
"I didn't mean that that way," he said, "I meant would you like to fuck them again with me watching and maybe helping?"
I just stared blankly back at him for a moment. I was not sure what to say.
He continued, "I don't mean it bad. Look, I'll be honest, I've had more than one fantasy of you and them fucking, but the last thing I wanted to do was make you angry or lose you because of a fantasy so I kept my mouth shut. But, I did see that you liked it and I loved it. If you never want to do that again I'll never ask and I'll forget it ever happened. I love you and keeping you means far more than any dumb fantasy. But, if you liked it too, I'd be very open to adding that to our already wonderful and kinky sex life."
Again, I looked at him. I thought for a moment. "Dan, I love you. I'll be honest. Had you asked me before tonight, the answer would have been no. But to be completely honest now that I know you don't hate me... Well... It felt really good. It wasn't planned, but I think I'll have to say yes. I mean, if you really liked it then yes because the truth is I did really like it."
Dan smiled a very large smile at me. He took my hands, which were ice cold from being cut off from circulation with the cuffs. "Damn, what happened?" he said. | 4 |
110,455 | Amy's Fantasy | Hi, my name is Amy. I'm 5'7", blond, blue-eyed, about 127 lbs, and 24 years old. I was raised in a very religious and strict family. I was not even allowed to go on a date until I was 16, and then I was always on 'supervised' dates that ended by 9 or finally by 10 after I turned 17. I suppose I was a normal girl with normal desires, and because of my strict parents and sheltered upbringing, I spent a lot of time in my room 'massaging' some of the stress away between my legs. I discovered that touching myself felt good at a quite young age. I don't know if I would say I masturbated myself more or less than other girls because that kind of thing wasn't something you spoke about even with your family, but I know that there was rarely a day I didn't manage some time to myself.
Anyway, it might have been this sheltered life, it might have been that boys were so off-limits, or it might just have been the way I am, but one day something happened that changed me. One day I was in my room. It was a hot summer day, and my parents always kept the house a bit warmer than I liked, so it wasn't uncommon for me to be in my room wearing almost nothing. I was just sitting on the edge of my bed, touching myself, when I noticed something outside my window. I looked out and saw two dogs. As I watched, one hopped on the back of the other and began humping. I realized they were about to mate. Maybe it excited me because I was already getting turned on by myself, or maybe it was just the situation, but I walked to the window and watched them closely as I touched myself. In a moment, he hopped off her (I suppose he missed), but when he did, I saw his red cock hanging down. I felt my juices flow down the inside of my thighs. In a few moments, he hopped on her again, and this time, he must have been more successful because he humped on her back for a few moments but didn't hop off her.
I then heard my mother yell, and I retreated behind my bedroom curtain. She threw a bucket of water on them, and they both jerked and pulled apart. I watched him run away, his cock swinging between his hind legs as he ran. I went to my bed and rubbed myself harder as I fantasized about him. Soon, I found myself having a quite hard orgasm.
After I came, I felt so dirty and confused. I had never been so turned on by seeing something, but a DOG? I was turned on by a dog? I kept wondering if I was sick in my head or something. I was also ashamed that no matter what, I couldn't stop thinking about him. That night, I dreamed I was the female dog. I dreamed I was standing there and feeling him humping me as hard as he had her. When I woke up, I was ashamed that not only had I dreamed that and loved it, but I had come in my sleep from the thought.
I spent the next few years doing everything in my power to stop thinking about it, to forget it, to stop being so sick and perverted. I even got to a point where I would go for a while not thinking about that scene, but eventually, it would come back.
I graduated high school with very high marks (probably from studying the books so much to stop the fantasies) and went to college. I even met a guy in college, and after many months of dating, I thought he was Mr. Right. Thinking I'd be spending the rest of my life with him, I decided to give myself to him. We had sex many times in many different ways, and he even introduced me to anal. The thing that bothered me was when he would fuck me doggie style, I'd fantasize that we were those dogs. It was horrible. I could NOT stop myself from having these thoughts. I caught him a short time later with another woman, and that was the end of that. Part of me wondered if his cheating on me was a punishment for my fantasies.
I dated a few other guys but never got really serious again. I had sex with one of them, but halfway through, he pulled me to my hands and knees and started ramming into me hard. I wonder what he would think if he realized the orgasm I had was not from his lovemaking, but from the fact that I lost myself in my fantasy for a while.
It wasn't long after this that a girlfriend of mine needed to go visit her family for a week. She wanted me to house-sit, and she had a Great Dane that she needed someone to care for until she got back. I had said yes before I had even realized I had spoken. I immediately regretted it and tried to back out, but she was talking a mile a minute, and before I even knew what happened, she had thanked me and disappeared.
Well, after years of fighting fantasies, after years of getting wet anytime I saw a dog's cock or thought of having it in me, suddenly I found myself in charge of one. And, despite all my self-control and all my knowledge of how wrong and shameful these thoughts were, I found myself quite wet.
I went to her house that Friday evening with my suitcase. She met me and showed me the room that I could use. Then she took me out back to meet him. She had her whole back yard fenced in, so there was no lot or anything. When you opened the back door, he was there. This scared me just a bit at first, but quite quickly, I realized he was not aggressive or mean in any way.
She told me his name was Bruce, and although he was large, he was really harmless. She fed him, and we stood there and talked as he ate. He was a friendly dog with beautiful brown eyes and a black and brown coat. As we talked and watched him eat, though I tried not to look, I saw he had a dick longer than either of the two men I had been with, and despite everything, my knees got weak. I turned and continued to talk to Lisa, mentally chastising myself for even looking. When he finished eating, he walked over to us, and I rubbed his head as he stood there.
As he walked around us, I found myself sneaking a look down at his cock. A bit of the pink of it was sticking out. I quickly averted my eyes and hoped that Lisa hadn't seen me looking at him that way. I also hoped that the sudden gush I had felt inside myself at seeing that wasn't making a wet spot on my crotch.
In a short while, we both went inside. If Lisa had noticed my wandering eyes, she hadn't said anything about it. As soon as I got a chance to get to the bathroom, I checked. My panties were quite wet, but it hadn't made my jeans wet. I silently cursed myself for being so caught up in this perverted line of thought.
Lisa and I had a nice dinner, then I helped her pack her car, and she was off to her parents in the next state. I went inside. I was so very horny that I couldn't even concentrate on the book I had brought. I tried watching TV, but that also didn't really help. No matter what I tried, all I could think of was how he was right here near me. The thing I had fantasized about for the last few years was completely attainable. But I can not do this. I mean, it's wrong. It's not normal. It's against everything I know.
I went to bed early, thinking maybe sleep would give me some relief from my ever-present desires. I tossed. I turned. I finally drifted off to sleep.
I slowly got to my hands and knees, his large body walking around me, circling me slowly, teasing and taunting me. Finally, he raised himself up and settled himself on my back. I could feel his soft fur and his warm belly as he held me, searching for the opening I so desperately wanted him to find. I felt his hard cock touch my lips. I felt him press himself into me, first pushing his whole length into me, then withdrawing it, in and out, in and out. His cock felt so good sliding in and out of me. Each time it slid in, my whole body pressed to get it as far as possible. He was fucking me, and it felt so very, very wonderful. I could feel myself building more and more. I was so close. He slid himself into me again and again. Each time he went deeper and deeper. I... I... I woke up.
My pussy was soaking wet and dripping, as were the insides of my thighs, my ass, and the bed where I was laying. I wanted and needed to be fucked by him so bad I was aching, and my body was quivering. I looked at the clock, and it was only 1 a.m. I had only been asleep for about 2 hours.
This was it!!! I couldn't keep my mind on studying. I couldn't concentrate on reading a book or watching TV. Every moment for the last few years that I wasn't trying to concentrate on something else, I was fantasizing about a dog. Enough!! Obviously, this isn't some passing thought. Obviously, this will torture me until I do something about it.
I decided to solve the problem. I decided to let him have me. I was too damn horny to care. Besides, I knew the real event would not, could not possibly, equal the constant fantasies, and I knew after it was finally over with, at least I wouldn't be so damn obsessed with it all the time. It was a cure, I had the perfect opportunity, and better to fuck him once in reality than to keep fucking him in my dreams and fantasies until I'm insane.
I walked to the back door and stood holding the doorknob. Could I do this?The thought of having that large pink cock inside me had my juices running down my thighs. But the thought of actually letting a dog put his cock into me... the nastiness of it... and would he be too big? Would it hurt?
Truthfully, these last two thoughts were what pushed me to go ahead. The part of me that knew this was wrong and knew I should know better hoped it would hurt. If it hurt, 1, I'd stop this damn fantasizing and realize it was stupid to try, and 2, it would be fitting punishment for a girl like me who obviously cannot control herself.
With my 'slut in heat' pussy pushing me and my 'proper young lady' attitude deciding punishment was in order and thinking this would be a good one, I turned the knob and the door slowly opened. A wave of fear ran across me as I saw him standing there. He looked at me, then walked up toward me. I stepped back, thinking I could close the door quickly, but instead I heard myself calling him inside. He padded inside the door, his claws making small click click sounds on the hardwood floor. I quickly closed the door behind him.
As I pushed the door closed and locked it, I heard him turn. I felt his warm breath on my ass as he sniffed me. I froze, not knowing what to do. Then I felt his tongue slide between my legs to lick the wetness that was there so abundantly. He barely finished the first lick till I felt his tongue again, then again. I felt a moan of passion escape my lips as I arched my back and offered myself to his tongue. Then I felt something I had never felt before or imagined. His tongue went directly between my swollen aching pussy lips and deep inside me. If I had not been holding the door handle, I would surely have fallen, he made me tremble so hard. Then before I could even catch my breath, he did it again. Then again. I moaned as I pushed myself back toward him, feeling his tongue go further and further into me.
I somehow managed to pull myself away from him, moaning to him that he was a good boy. I knew I had to get somewhere else. It was not possible to stand on your feet and feel that good. He did not want to stop and he grabbed me with a massive forepaw and pulled me toward him. I sort of kneeled/fell but managed to get in a hands and knees position.
He began licking me almost immediately. I arched my back, pushing myself back and open as far as I could. I felt the wetness of my pussy mingled with the wetness of his tongue running down my thighs. It felt so very wonderfully nasty. He kept licking me deeper and deeper. My whole body began to tingle and shake with passion. Then suddenly he stopped.
Before I could even think, I felt his weight on my back. I felt his cock striking my ass and thighs like that dog must have felt so many years ago. For a brief moment, fear overpowered everything and I tried to pull away, but it was like a young child trying to pull away from a strong adult's grasp. I only managed to wiggle, which aided him in finding his mark. I felt his cock slide into my hot wanting pussy. I felt him drive it deeper and deeper. My whole body quivered and I immediately reacted by pushing back and trying to get him further inside of me. This was the feeling I was needing. I moaned as I pushed against him, not letting his sudden thrusts topple me forward.
He fucked me passionately. I suddenly knew what the term "Animal Passion" meant. His cock driving in and out of me so quickly was almost taking my breath. Suddenly I felt something larger go into me and then slip back out. I didn't even have time to wonder about it before it went in and out again, then a 3rd time, then a 4th, but this time it popped in and stayed. It was quite big. Part of me was a bit scared, but it felt too wonderful to describe, to be fucked this hard by a cock so very big.
I felt this larger part swell more in me. It was stretching me and pulling me. In a very short time, it didn't move anymore. It was stuck. I knew dogs swell and get hung in the female. This was one of the wonders which I had found from research. But I had thought even he would be too small to get stuck in a human female. I spent the next minute being taught just how bad my judgement was as I felt him grow bigger and bigger. In a short time, I was wondering if my pussy would split and my hips come out of joint anytime soon. The pain was starting to get intense. It felt like someone had inserted a basketball into me and was inflating it, and I couldn't make it stop. It felt wonderful and intense and good in a way I have no words for, but it was also too much... far too much... and it wasn't slowing.
Then I felt something completely strange. I felt the end of his cock against my cervix, and it seemed to be growing and pulsing into me further. I also felt hot liquid being squirted directly into my inner parts. I never felt or imagined a more nasty or wonderful sensation. Part of me hated it, but that part seemed like a tiny soft voice in the distance. It was almost too soft to be heard above the part which loved this nasty situation.. The part which wanted to feel more and more hot liquid being shot directly into my deepest womanhood.. The part which was screaming wonder and hoped that it was cum and knew it would be swimming around inside me for a long time. A part that wanted to be completely owned and completely used by this big nasty basketball-sized-cock brute.
He finally stopped swelling and let go of my hips. I knew he was stuck very tightly in me and moving only confirmed this. I felt hot wetness and thought I might be bleeding from his stretching, but when I rubbed myself and checked my hand, I only showed a clear creamy liquid. Then he stepped off of me and turned around. "OOWWWwww!", I yelled as I tried unsuccessfully to keep up with him. I felt my insides being spun 180 degrees. I wiggled my hips a bit and felt the huge knot finish turning. I also discovered he liked this motion as his knot seemed to grow even more. I knew I would split open like a ripe watermelon if he grew any further, but I still wanted more and more.
I started to move my hips up and down, pulling on his cock with my stretched and impaled pussy. I began playing with my clit. I massaged myself harder and harder, feeling a strange tingling inside. The tingling, burning, liquidy wave started all around this huge cock and spread out all over me, only to return like a wave hitting the side of a pool and returning to the center. I felt the orgasm, harder than any I had ever had or imagined, take me. I felt myself jerking spastically and moaning. Somewhere I was vaguely aware that the dog was starting to pulse harder inside me now, which added gasoline to the fire. In a few moments, I began to realize I had forgotten to breathe and corrected the lapse. I laid my head down. My whole body was trembling and tingling.
I rested for a short while, recovering... catching my breath... My world was spinning. My legs were shaking. And then suddenly I was moving backward and I could either crawl or be dragged along. The feeling of this knot was undescribable as it moved up and down as I crawled, trying to keep up. As we moved, his knot went up and down in me as I rose and fell on each knee trying to keep up, and side to side in me as his hips swayed as he walked. I'd never felt anything like this even in my most erotic fantasies. Amazingly, I felt myself building to another orgasm. I tried to stop myself from moving and pull against him. I managed only to slightly slow him, but the feeling was indescribable. Each hot spurt of his cum went through his cock, pulsed through the part of his cock that was buried inside my cervix, then exploded in a spurt of hot sticky wetness deep inside me.
I pulled against him harder and he stopped walking and pulled back against me. I could feel more and more cum flooding me. I moved my hips up and down, feeling his gigantic knot pivot inside my completely stretched pussy. Each up and down motion of my hips not only slightly pivoted the knot inside me, letting me feel every vein on it, but also pushed first the top of my cervix, then the bottom. "Ohhhh fuck yessssss", I hissed as I rocked myself harder and harder. The harder I rocked, the harder he spurted into me. "Yesssss, Please Yes. Stretch me! Fill me! Squirt your nasty pools of seed into me.. Ohhh Yesss fill meeeeeeee...", I moaned and rocked up and down.
Soon I felt the tingling hot sensation start at his knot and flow over my body, causing me to jerk and spasm in orgasm. I dropped to the floor, letting his cock hold my ass high as he filled me. I came hard, wave after wave washing over and through me. I fought to keep rocking and cumming though I had no strength left. Eventually, my orgasm slowed, then finally ended, leaving me face down on the cool linoleum with my pussy still being filled.
In a few minutes, it felt as if he might have finally run out of cum. If felt the spurts noticeably get slower, then stop completely. I then felt the knot moving inside me and I felt it slip, then slip more, then it came out with a squishy pop. I collapsed face down on the floor, relaxing, enjoying the coolness, and realizing that all those 'nice' feelings I had had during sex weren't really orgasms. Well, maybe orgasms, but comparing them to what I just felt was like comparing a small summer rain to a hurricane. I now knew what a real orgasm felt like.
When I finally recovered enough, I looked around and saw him laying on the floor. I stood up shakily and felt a gallon of liquid run out of me and down both thighs and legs to form a whitish puddle on the floor. I knew it had to be his cum, but I couldn't imagine how much there must be still inside me. I stood there for a while letting it run out of me, then I opened the door and he stood up and walked outside.I closed the door, cleaned the puddle up, showered, and collapsed into bed.
I woke up late Saturday, almost too sore to get out of bed. I finally managed to get up and get dressed. Now my constant internal fight was far worse. My upbringing was still telling me how wrong this is and how I should be ashamed to even think about it, much less do it, and my body, which had now experienced orgasms of 9.9 on the Richter scale, wanted more and knew where and how to get them. In a sense, I was quite pissed. I had actually 'done it' just to prove to myself that the fantasy was far better than the event. The truth was that the event was far better than the fantasy.
I tried to forget my encounter. I tried to ignore how wet my pussy got every time I went to feed him. Of course, his sniffing of my pussy with this "Want more" kind of attitude every time I went out didn't help. I tried to stop my thoughts from going to his cock every time I masturbated. I tried... and failed.
Finally, by the next Friday, I was being driven by my passion far worse than I believed possible. I knew Lisa would be back tomorrow. Part of me knew if I could wait one more day, then I would be leaving and the temptation would be removed. Another part of me refused to not at least enjoy this bliss one more time. I mean, I had done it already. Why not?
I got there from college, waited with great impatience until dark, and brought him inside. He had no trouble following me. I had a problem keeping him off of me until I got the door closed. There was the normal shame, but the lust and need had driven it far to the back of my mind.
I played with him for a while, cuddling and petting. I liked to rub his big head and scratch behind his ears... and I liked to tease him a little. I couldn't tease him very much though. He was more than big and powerful enough to take what he wanted. He put a large paw on my hip and rolled me over. I rolled over to my hands and knees, pushing my already dripping pussy high in the air. Immediately, he started licking me. It was so delightfully nasty to feel his hot, rough tongue lick me from my clit to my ass. I reached back and played with my clit as he licked.
He jumped on me so quickly that I was caught off guard. Suddenly, I found myself lying on my stomach with him rubbing his cock on my back and ass. I pushed myself up, trying to get in position, and as I was about halfway up, I felt something I was neither prepared for nor desiring. His cock hit me squarely in the ass and slid in to the hilt. Without thinking, I lunged forward and put my hands back to remove him. Unfortunately for me, he already had a very good hold on my hips, so the lunge forward and simultaneous grab for his cock only turned out to be a slight push forward that was quelled by his grasp and a collapse on the floor with a sharp blow to my head because both hands were trying to grab him.
I saw white light everywhere, then everything turned black, then slowly things started coming into focus. I felt a sharp pain as something large popped into my ass. Immediately, I tried to pull away, but found that nothing short of a surgeon could remove his knot now. Since he was still humping, I knew I hadn't been knocked out, but I had hit just hard enough that he'd had time to plant that knot before I recovered.
Tears came to my eyes. The part of me that believed this was wrong told me I was now being punished. I knew he would soon finish, and then the bowling ball would shrink. I felt as if he was swelling more against my hip bones than my flesh. Soon, I felt his knot finish swelling and felt his shaft swelling itself deeply into my colon. Suddenly, a wave of terror gripped me. "He turns!" I thought, and almost as if on command of my thought, I felt him step off me. As he turned, I felt my hips spinning too, and I tried to go with it.
The end result of the spinning found him standing butt to butt with me, but since he had not actually spun in me, I had rolled and was now laying behind him looking up at his ass with my ass hanging from his cock. I felt the pulling of his cock and knew I needed to do something. An anus muscle and the soft flesh around it was never meant to support the weight of a human. A bit more excruciating movements and wriggling, and I managed to get my legs around each side of him and locked on top of his back. I thought just how silly I must look now.
For the first time in my life, I was truly glad that my first boyfriend had talked me into letting him have anal sex so often. I dared not even think of the pain I might be in now if I hadn't.
I now had to choose between either holding myself up with my legs, causing my thighs and calves to ache, or relaxing my legs a bit, causing my ass to ache. And, each time I relaxed a little, it pulled on his cock, causing him to swell even more, thus making me even more full. I reached under myself to touch my ass and immediately wished I hadn't. My ass was spread wide, distended, and I could literally feel about 1/4 of the back of the knot. Although I knew he was huge, somehow such proof added even more fear to the situation.
And the worse part was, I realized that I was playing with my pussy..... the little, nasty, humiliation-loving bitch inside me was getting off on the whole damn situation. And damn it, I couldn't stop.
I had never felt such feelings. My ass was throbbing and tingling. My legs were burning from trying to hold my weight and give my poor ass at least a little mercy. My mind was reeling from the whole situation. I was looking up at him, standing happily, almost smiling as he looked back at me, and showing no signs that this would be over anytime in this century. The most annoying, confusing, and completely strange thing was, the more I realized just how completely under control of and humiliated by him I was, the more my pussy tingled and ached for attention, and the harder I was playing with myself.
Suddenly, he started to walk, pulling hard on my ass and making me do sort of a convoluted crab walk behind him to keep up. In a moment, he stopped moving, and I felt his hot cum wash into my colon in spurt after hot spurt. I also realized that either because of his size or because his cock was so very deep in me, that every hot spurt that went in me, stayed in me. I was not leaking a drop. Some part of me thought about how I'd have dog cum swimming all the way up to my stomach. My fingers sped to my clit. The harder I rubbed myself and the more I imagined all that doggie cum swimming merrily around inside me, the more the feelings of pain became less painful and more intense and pleasurable.
My pussy tingled more and more. Every spurt of his nasty dog seed into my belly caused my pussy to twitch. I moved my hand a bit and slowly managed to get a finger into my pussy, but it was very difficult as his knot was so big that my pussy had very little room. I kept playing with myself... the slut in me taking over. I knew he was cumming and had been for a few minutes. I was his. No matter what, I was his property, his bitch, his cum slut, and he owned me completely.
I thought of how much cum was going into me as I played with my clit and slid one finger in and out of my pussy. I could feel each gush go into me like turning a water hose on and off. It felt very hot too. As I looked up at him, I watched as his anus contracted with each pulse of cum. I played with myself harder and harder, and soon the pain of his huge cock stretching my ass was only more pleasure. It was a challenge to hold myself up to him with my legs as I played with myself, but it felt so very good. In a few more moments, I felt the orgasm I had been craving begin to build.
I kept playing and playing with myself, but the challenge of holding myself was also keeping me held back. For a long time, I kept playing, his cock and my fingers pushing me toward orgasm, my aching legs pulling me from it. The feelings were so wonderful and intense, yet at the same time so agonizingly frustrating. It was like chasing a balloon and having the wind lift it just out of reach as you got to it, then run after it again.
I had never felt such frustration. I was begging for that orgasm I was so close to but couldn't quite get. I stayed so very close to it for what felt like an hour, before finally feeling his knot shrink and pull out of my ass. As soon as it came out, he walked forward out from under my legs, dropping my ass on the floor with a loud smack. I laid there for a second, but hoping to finish, I rolled over and up on my hands and knees. I could feel the massive lake of cum sloshing in me as I moved. I pushed my ass high in the air, which made my back hurt a bit because of how I had been, but I didn't want to lose any of the cum. I wanted to hold it all.
I lowered myself to my elbow and reached back, playing with my clit. I wanted to cum so bad. I rubbed my clit harder and harder. I was rubbing myself and thinking about all the cum inside my belly. I was getting closer and closer. I felt his weight on my back again. I blissfully moaned and pushed my ass high in the air, hoping desperately that he could get his cock into me again, if only for a short time.
I felt his hot, wonderful cock touch my left cheek. Tingles rushed through my body as I knew he wanted to fuck me again. I moved myself to the left and pushed up with my trembling legs, trying desperately to help him succeed in his quest. I wanted him far worse than there are words to describe. Nothing in the whole world mattered except feeling him bury that cock in my swelled, wet, aching pussy. I heard myself moan as I felt his cock press against the lips of my pussy. Each time the tip of his cock touched me and then was withdrawn because it hadn't gone in was a slow motion agony.Finally, mercifully, his deliciously hot, wet cock pressed between my lips and spread them open. Unmercifully, he drove himself forward hard, pushing my whole torso forward. I held myself, then pushed back as hard as I could against his powerful thrusts, helping him drive his cock ever deeper into me. Every thrust sent electric shocks of pleasure through me. "Fuck me! Yesss, deep, fuck - me - fuck - me - fuck - me," I began saying, one word per thrust coming out.
His cock was still swelled a bit because before he got the knot in me, I felt the tip of it brush my cervix. This stirred even more feelings of ecstasy and bliss. I pushed as hard as I could back toward him, shoving with all the strength I could find. I felt his knot part my lips and push through them into me. As we continued our dance of passion, I felt it go deeper and deeper as it swelled. I also felt his cock press into my cervix, then through it. This was a little painful, but more erotic than I could have dreamed. I stopped humping back against him and just held myself firm, arching my back down and presenting him all of my pussy that I possibly could.
His knot was truly swelling now, and each thrust shoved it a delicious millimeter deeper. "Yes. Oh yes. Shit, push it deeper, boy. Fuck me! Knot me! Fill me!!" I felt the familiar feeling of being stretched beyond my ability. His knot became imbedded in a spot and stretched me more and more. Soon it was pushing against me outward in such delicious, pulsing fullness.
I felt Bruce stop humping. I felt his knot grow more. It was so completely huge. I'm sure it was bigger than before. I also felt each of his heartbeats cause more of his cock to go through my cervix as he opened me more and more to his purposes. "Oh damn, you're huge, Bruce. Do you get bigger every time?" I asked, wondering if he would split me, but almost too far gone in my bliss to care.
I looked up at Bruce. I was so very far into my passion that it took a couple of seconds to realize that Bruce isn't brown. I looked up at him. It was a brown dog, his head bigger than Bruce's. I looked around. I saw Bruce laying near the wall, licking himself. I looked around the room and to my amazement and great embarrassment, I saw Lisa standing just inside the doorway. I pulled a bit, but this dog had swelled far beyond the point of coming out. And as Lisa watched me, he was swelling further and further into me, spurting his juices deep inside. I dropped my head, knowing I could do nothing.
"Please don't look at me," I quietly begged, this dog still swelling more and more inside me. I wished I could have just crawled into a deep hole right there and died. "Why?" I heard her ask, "You look so very hot and sexy like that. It's incredible." I looked up at her, my whole body blushing. From only faintly open eyes, I saw her, her eyes wide, her hand down the front of her jeans.
Despite everything, I was still so damn turned on. The embarrassment of her catching me made me ashamed, made me want to die, made me want to be fucked harder. I kept as still as I could, being scared of her reaction, but being fascinated by her playing with herself while watching. He swelled more. He grew deeper into me. It took every ounce of strength I had to be still as I felt that.
"You're so damn sexy," I heard her say, "And they are my dogs after all." "I just don't want you to hate me," I said, trying not to move or react even though I started to feel harder jets of what had to be doggie cum splattering off some sensitive part of my insides. "The only thing I hate is that I've known you this long and never knew you like dogs," she said. I bowed my head, no longer able to stand the cock trying to burst me open from the inside. I could no longer help it and began moving my hips up and down, partly to get some small relief from his size and partly because I felt good beyond measure. My mind wanted to hide, but my body still wanted an orgasm in the worst way, and it was coming whether I wanted it mentally or not.
I felt him step off me. I wiggled myself to try to help him turn as he moved around. He moved slowly, giving me time to wiggle him around, but swelling more and more as I moved. I looked back to see that Lisa had him by the collar and was making him turn slower. Finally, he finished his turn, stepped over my ass with his hind leg, and I felt his tail come to rest on my lower back, its jerking accenting the cum being pumped into me.
I felt Lisa's hand on my ass, gently rubbing me. "I never knew it looked so hot seeing you so swelled from a knot. Damn, I'd love to lick you while he's there." "Oh, please, yes," I responded, feeling wave after wave of warmth go into me. Lisa walked to the chair in the corner and quickly took off her clothes. As she returned, she lay down in front of me, then slid herself under me until we were in a 69 position. I looked down, and her pussy was already so wet her beautiful, tanned thighs glistened. She was completely shaved and beautiful. I felt her tongue touch my swollen clit, and I had to gasp for air.
"You taste delicious, being so wet and having his cum on you too. Mmmmmm," she purred as she licked me. I lowered myself down, licking her wet womanhood. My head was spinning a bit. I had thought about being with another woman, and I always considered Lisa to be quite hot, but I never thought it would actually happen.
Between his cock and her tongue, I began to lose the ability to think. I just licked her in ways I knew felt good to me when I played with myself, and I lost myself to the feelings. Suddenly, my long-awaited orgasm grabbed me by my very being and squeezed me. I tried to moan, but I couldn't breathe. Every muscle I had contracted and began spasming. I rocked my hips, jerking him and trying to push my clit hard on her tongue. I came for what had to be a minute, but she wasn't letting up. She grabbed my ass cheeks hard and sucked my clit into her mouth. I couldn't stop cumming. I could only jerk and spasm in ecstasy to their combined efforts.
I lost all sense of time... all sense of anything. I was only living in bliss and ecstasy. Finally, I began to come down. I was laying on Lisa, and I know I would have collapsed if that cock had not been holding me up. When she started licking me again, I tried to pull away or make her stop, but I couldn't. "No! Too much!" I remember saying, then yelling to her, but she continued. However, since the cock never stopped pulsing and splitting me and since she didn't stop, my cries of "Don't," "Stop," soon turned to moans of "Don't stop!"
I began trying to lick her as hard as she was licking me. It was partially because I truly wanted to make her orgasm, partially because I had had some fantasies about fucking her, and partially because I was afraid after I came again, she might try to force a third from me, and I didn't think I would survive it.
I licked her in earnest, sucking her little clit in my mouth and running my tongue gently around and across it. I rested my chest on her hips, which freed my hands. I inserted one, then 2 fingers in her drenched pussy as I licked her. She moaned and pushed her hips toward me. As she pushed her hips up, I slipped my hand under her and began rubbing the outside of her anus with my fingers. Soon she was pushing her hips up against my mouth, then down hard on my finger as if she were trying to push it inside. I gently pushed, and her ass, completely wet from her juices, accepted it easily. Her moan as it slid in turned me on further.
I soon felt her body tense. Her pussy and ass gripped my fingers tightly as she arched her back and moaned. I licked her harder. As she gripped me and came, I licked her harder but slower and pressed my fingers in and out of her. She came in several wonderful spasms, and each time she spasmed, I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue. Soon she relaxed her body, her pussy still gripping my fingers rhythmically.
She recovered for a few moments, purring, then she began again on me in earnest. Her tongue sent shockwaves into my body, which was already overflowing and in dog cock ecstasy. In moments, I felt myself building again. She was licking me hard and rubbing my extended, swollen lips with her fingers. In no time, I felt myself go over the edge again, surrendering my whole being to bliss. I felt wave upon wave of warm, tingly bliss start from my clit, spread across my completely full pussy, then climb up my spine and settle in the center of my being.
I finally felt myself coming down again. I laid my head and chest on Lisa, relaxing. I could still feel the cum being pumped into me. Lisa gently massaged my hips. "You came hard. It was wonderful," she said. "Much harder than normal. Thank you," I said, gently kissing her thigh. We lay like that for a while, for I was far too spent to move. "Should I let you up?" I finally asked. "No, I love watching him pump himself into you. You must feel quite full." "I do. And I am getting fuller by the minute. I didn't know you could see it, though," I replied. "I can," she said, "He pulses. I've just never seen such a wonderful view of it. I've usually been the one who feels it. It's hard to see yourself."
It took my poor brain a moment to register the sentence. "Ummm, so you let him have you?" It came out of my mouth so stupid-sounding. "For some time now. But I've never met anyone else who did who was near me," she responded. "Who was near you...?" I responded. "Haha. Of course, silly. Don't you ever look on the internet? Seeing this happen there was what intrigued me to try it. Though, the first time Bruce ever swelled inside me, I honestly thought I would pop open," she said. "So did I," I responded, glad she didn't see the blush I got saying it."I've always loved anal too, but I've always been afraid to try that with him. Seeing you have that earlier was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. How did it feel?" she asked. "You saw that?" I replied, my blush growing. "Yes. Well, Not all. I came home early and I had picked up Jay here to give Bruce someone to play with when I wasn't around and, well, to give me someone else to play with sometimes. But it was so late I figured you'd be in bed. So, I put him in the backyard. I didn't see Bruce, but I thought he was probably asleep too. I then snuck in so as not to wake you and saw you from the other room. I saw you arching your back and moaning and I immediately knew what you were doing," she gave my swollen lips a gentle caress as she spoke, "but you were in such a strange position. I first thought you might be in trouble, but you were enjoying yourself so much, well.... would you be too mad if I told you I came just watching you?" she giggled. "But then I saw him finish and you were obviously not finished. I watched you and I've felt that way a few times too. So, I thought I might help you. I quietly snuck to the back door and opened it and he was right there. I let him in, he walked right to you, and..."
"Ummm, Lisa, since we're confessing..." I knew my whole body must be turning red, "Well, the anal was an accident." "You certainly seemed to like the accident," she replied in a cute little voice. "More than I would ever have imagined," I replied. Then after a short pause, "So, I'm sorry for 'taking advantage' of the situation. I hope you'll forgive me," I said a bit sheepishly. "Only if you'll come over more often," she said.
"I might have tried to get you to if I had known you were bi," she said after a short pause. "Well, to be honest I don't think I was bi till tonight - Oh.. I think he's Shrinking," I said. He began to move side to side, his cock rapidly going down. I felt him pop out of me with a wet sounding 'thup' sound. I felt what must have been a gallon of cum start running from me. I started to move and Lisa held my hips. In a moment she let me go and I rolled over off of her onto my side, giving my poor aching knees some much needed relief. I looked and Lisa was wet from the top of her head to her breasts. She turned herself around and got near me. She kissed me and I kissed her back, tasting her wonderful mouth and the strong taste of the dog cum she had caught from me.
She hopped up and let both dogs out, then came back with a towel which I used to get to the bathroom without leaving a puddle through the house. Finally after a good long hot shower, I joined her in bed for the best sleep I had ever had. | 3 |
110,649 | Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance | Her exhausting evening of fucking with Barbara had the desired effect of keeping Laura from thinking of Jonelle for a while. And her body was sore for days afterward, which made sexual longings less intrusive.
Even Barbara had taken her aside at work, whispering, "Girl, you really fucked me hard. I could barely walk the next day, and I still feel like I've been reamed by a firehose. And I think you tried to chew off my nipples."
"Quiet, you're making me hot again," Laura smiled, meaning it.
Just the smell of Barbara made her cunt wet.
But aside from that, she tried to work hard and not think about any of it. She didn't dare to go by Jonelle's desk, which fortunately was clear across the building from her own. "She'll never want to see me again," she realized. "If I went there, it would only make a scene. Dangerous for us both."
But Laura was totally unprepared for what actually happened.
Yvette, in a seemingly casual conversation, dropped the bomb. "Oh, you know Jonelle Roberts, John's secretary? She just quit last week, just like that. Moved to Texas."
"Texas!"
Laura knew the blood had drained from her face. She could see that Yvette was enjoying twisting the dagger. Yvette clearly knew. She may not know everything, but she knew Laura had a strong feeling for Jonelle.
"I'm sorry," she said to Laura. "You look like you swallowed a bug or something."
"Oh... no, just kind of a headache," Laura stammered, feigning illness to cover up her devastating shock.
Yvette leaned close, never one to pass up an opportunity. "You wanted to screw her, didn't you, Laura," she whispered.
Laura said nothing, just staring desolately at Yvette.
"Did she really mean that much to you?" Yvette asked in a small voice, her face looking nearly as stricken as Laura felt. "Maybe you did screw her."
Laura still couldn't speak. She had hurt Jonelle. She had clearly hurt Yvette. And she herself hurt so much she wanted to die.
"Yvette---"
"Never mind. I don't mean to intrude on your pain. I... really had no idea it was so---"
"I'll tell you some time."
Yvette mastered her jealousy enough to put her hand on Laura's arm, a brief, reassuring caress. Then she left.
Laura was in agony. She had felt like this only once before, when she had learned of Rina's murder. She got through the rest of the day like a zombie, spent the night crying, and finally grew numb from suffering so deeply and so much. "It wasn't like Rina," she told herself. "Jonelle is still alive. In Texas. Gone forever from Laura, but alive. There was even a chance she would some day reconsider, remember how much Laura loved her, remember their moments together, especially their sexual moments."
Whenever some man touched her--or woman, Laura realized in a painful shock--she would remember Laura, how Laura had made her feel. "Maybe she'll come back to me, some day. Maybe." But she knew it was hopeless. There was no chance. Jonelle had been very hard to win in the first place. Breaking down her resistance had taken all of Laura's skill. And Jonelle had hated Yvette. To see Laura and Yvette kissing, and to know they had done together what she and Laura had done, was clearly enough to send her into shock.
For weeks she went without sex, throwing herself totally into her work. Even though she was often obsessed with it, sex was now something repellent, something brutal and perverted that she did with Barbara or Karen or Cassandra and her boyfriend, something that left her sore and temporarily scarred and exhausted. But with Jonelle it had been sweet and unbelievably intense, a pure burning flame of ineffable ecstasy. She couldn't even think of sex, and every potential partner seemed to sense it--Barbara, Yvette, even Chanitra--and to stay away from her.
But then she ran into Karen. Each of them had been the other's first. First girl. First everything that now mattered. They had even shared Rina, and Chanitra, though not Jonelle, never Jonelle, Laura thought. "I couldn't have shared her. And that's how she felt about me." This thought nearly made her cry on the spot, and Karen had to draw her aside.
"Hey, what's the matter there, Laura darling? You can tell me. You know that."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I think you need some comforting. Or something to make you forget."
Laura couldn't prevent a smile. "You're awfully good at that," she admitted.
And the sheer animal magnetism that had brought them together in the first place, and every time since then, exerted itself. Laura could feel herself becoming aroused, just standing there in the hallway next to Karen, smelling her, seeing her body, a beautiful body she had probably fucked more than any other. She realized that it was weeks, even months now, since she had had any sex at all, even autoerotic sex.
"Shall I drop by for dinner?"
But Laura tried to shake off her sexual excitement. She remembered last time.
"I don't know," she said softly. "After last time, I got a little worried. I think we went too far."
Karen looked at the floor briefly. "I know what you mean. Maybe it was too far. I hurt for days afterward."
Laura remembered whipping Karen's splayed red wet pussy, and at the same instant she felt both sickened and wildly excited. It was the same erotic combination that always drove the two of them to the edge, when they were together. Just how far could they go? Just how intensely could one make the other come? Just what new torture could they invent that would leave them gasping and whimpering in ecstasy, and yet not draw blood, or leave a permanent mark or wound?
"We can try to control ourselves," Karen said.
"You know how hard that is."
"I know. I want you, though. It's been almost six months."
"I want you too."
"I won't bring my goody bag."
Laura smiled. "Maybe you shouldn't. We get carried away."
"Can I?"
"Oh god... yes!" Laura said, feeling herself begin to tremble with sexual need. "Now get away from me before I begin to moan right here in front of everybody. I want you."
Her eyes looked longingly into Karen's. They understood each other. They had deep feeling for each other, though neither could ever remain exclusively with the other.
Without another word, but with many alluring and throbbing looks, they parted.
Laura still felt hollow inside and desolate from the loss of Jonelle, but as she waited for Karen to show up, she realized how horny she really was. "I mean, before now I've been used to having twenty or thirty orgasms a week," she thought. "It may seem excessive, but that's what I've been used to. No wonder I feel this way."
She felt restless, and hungry, and eager. She couldn't sit down. When the lobby buzzer rang, she could feel a hot, tingling sensation start deep inside her cunt, and it didn't stop. "God, this is just the way it always is with us," she thought. "We're both so hungry for it that we end up doing those awful things to each other."
And when she opened the door for Karen, she could see Karen felt the same way. The same sharp, pulsing, hot, dangerous hunger glistened in her dark eyes.
"We'd better go slow," she said softly, "or we're likely to kill each other."
"I know," Laura nodded.
She made them drinks, and they talked for a while, luxuriating in the percolating sexual feelings that were flowing between them, enjoying the anticipation. Soon they started kissing, slowly, patiently, reacquainting their mouths, until there wasn't any way to stop the sharp hunger they both felt from surfacing.
"Oh, I want to fuck you so much!" Karen whispered in Laura's ear.
"Let's go in the bedroom and do it right," Laura whispered back.
"You know," Karen said, mischievously, "I left my goody bag down in my car. I could bring it up now, before we get undressed."
"We decided not to."
"I know." Karen tried to look guilty. "But I have this fantastic new thing I was hoping to try out with you."
"What is it?"
Karen grinned. "I'm not telling."
"Oh god, go get it, then," Laura said, giving in.
While Karen was gone, Laura realized that they had really blown it.Their one chance to have normal sex, without sadism and wild perversion, was gone. They had left the gate open now, and the hot rush she felt confirmed her suspicion that that was what they wanted. They would have found a way to open it, no matter what. There would be pain in the next few hours, hot, physical pain, and insane whimperings of bliss. Kissing Karen had already made her wet, but this thought made her pussy gush with warm fuck juice.
Her pulse quickened. When Karen got back with the black bag, they locked the door and went into the bedroom. As always, Laura closed the bedroom door. Karen put the bag on Laura's vanity chair, knowing as Laura did that they wouldn't dip into it until an hour or two of fucking had primed them for the more ingenious technologies of sex. But just the sight of it sitting there, waiting for them, was enough to jack up both girls' lust to the boiling point.
"You know, we really aren't good for each other," Laura murmured, taking the ravishing, full-bodied black girl into her arms and kissing her passionately.
"Mmmmm, I think you're wrong," Karen murmured back. "You wouldn't want to be doing this with anybody else."
"Maybe you're right."
Laura unbuttoned Karen's blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She kissed Karen's neck, her clavicles, the upper slopes of her breasts, still encased in a yellow lacy bra. She dipped her face between them.
"I still can't believe these, every time I see them," she said.
Karen's breasts were larger than those of any other woman she had slept with, by now a fairly big number. Rina, Brandi, Yvette, Chanitra, Sandra, Jonelle, Barbara, Cassandra. Only Shawn had bigger breasts, but they were surgically enlarged. But just because Karen's were bigger didn't mean they were shapeless, or flabby. On the contrary, they were beautifully shaped, like large bursting pears with the largest gleaming puffy black nipples Laura had ever seen.
Slowly, she reached behind Karen and unclasped the bra. The straps slid down Karen's arms and the bra cups fell away from her breasts. Laura took them in her hands, rubbing and pinching Karen's big soft nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Karen's eyes rolled up.
Laura pulled her down onto the bed and began feasting hungrily on Karen's beautiful breasts, tonguing and sucking her plump, bursting nipples while squeezing the hard round balls with her fingers, until Karen was shaking uncontrollably.
"Oh, I love to suck them," Laura murmured, pinching Karen's wet, stiff black nipples, making the girl moan excitedly.
"Ohhhnnnn . . . oh god, Laura, do it, do it hard!" she moaned, twisting and squirming as Laura gave in to her wishes. "Oh . . . nobody can do it like you do!"
Laura was still fully clothed herself, but she knew this aroused Karen so much, and her too, that there was no waiting. She devoured Karen's breasts, dropping one hand to the button and zipper of Karen's skirt and unfastening them, then pulling the skirt off and helping Karen slip out of her panties without taking her mouth off Karen's wet, erect nipples. By now Karen was whooping softly and mewling, holding her own breasts in her hands and pushing them into Laura's mouth.
And Laura was sucking harder and now even gently biting her nipples, sending Karen into paroxysms of wild, urgent need.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted. "God . . . yes, do it, harder, bite harder, Laura, please!"
Laura did bite harder, and Karen began undulating and writhing and whimpering hysterically, clearly on the verge of her first orgasm. Laura slid down and found her pussy so wet that the juices smeared her inner thighs. She licked it passionately, feeling Karen's body stiffen with heightened excitement.
"Oh god yes Laura I'm going to come now do it please!" she whimpered.
Karen grabbed her own breasts, sucking and biting her own nipples while Laura sucked her pussy. And in only a few seconds she seemed literally to explode with coming.
"Aungghh!" she cried out. Her luscious body arched, quivering, and she sunk her own teeth into her nipple, suddenly jerking in terrible spasms as a horrific climax wrenched her body. "Anngghiieeee!" she cried out, thrashing wildly as the spasms ripped through her. "Oh! Ohhhhh!"
It was a fierce, quick, jolting orgasm that left her panting and glassy-eyed. But as it waned, both of them began giggling as they looked at each other, Karen dazed and ravished, naked and well-fucked on her back, and Laura still primly clothed in her business suit.
Karen sat up, her eyes smoldering, even as she tried to control her giggle. "Here, allow me," she said in a husky voice, helping Laura remove her jacket.
Then she slowly undressed Laura, taking her time, removing each garment separately and kissing and caressing every inch of Laura's body as it was exposed, until Laura was quivering at each touch of her lips. Karen removed Laura's bra with the same slow attention that Laura had used in removing hers.
"I hope you haven't been letting any of those other girls touch these," she kidded softly, cupping Laura's perfect breasts in both palms.
"Oh, of course I haven't," Laura whispered.
"These are mine."
"They're yours."
"And I'm going to kiss them and suck them until you beg me to stop."
"Oh . . . please," Laura sighed as she felt Karen's lips close over one of her aching nipples and draw it into her warm, wet mouth.
Karen, of course, knew her business, knew where all Laura's hot buttons were, and now it was Laura who was on her back, being thoroughly, devastatingly fucked by someone who knew every trick. In about three minutes she was groaning through a tumultuous, wrenching orgasm, gagging and whinnying on the fierce sensations as Karen kept them coming.
During the next hour, using their experience of each other's bodies, they each climaxed five more times, each one more intense than the last, until they knew they were ready for the more exciting perversions. Laura could usually tell when they both began to grow groggy with sex, overstimulated and hungry for even more excruciating orgasms. They fed on one another, goading one another to higher levels of sensation, until they were both throbbing with a need that couldn't be slaked by an ordinary climax.
She knew it when she had one of Karen's large, bulging, black nipples, wet with her saliva and stiff with excitement, between her teeth, and Karen begged her to bite it.
"Do it bite it do it honey," she panted, looking down at Laura's mouth.
"Oh, you want me to hurt you now," Laura grinned slyly, holding Karen's luscious breast in both hands, Karen's swollen, shiny nipple only an inch from her mouth.
"Yes!" Karen gasped. "Oh yes!"
But instead of biting it, Laura took Karen's breast and guided the bursting wet nipple into her own nipple, mashing both of their breasts together while she kissed Karen passionately.
"I thought you were going to show me your new toy you got for us," she whispered against Karen's teeth.
"God . . . yes," Karen said, her eyes blazing with perverted sexual excitement and wild, coruscating lust.
She got the black bag off the chair and opened it, pulling out a hard rubber contraption that made them both quiver when they saw it. It wasn't hard to figure out what it was for.
"How do you find these things?" Laura asked softly, running her fingers over it.
"Mmmmm, you should thumb through my catalog with me some time," Karen said in a sultry voice.
The device was a two-girl version of the one Karen had brought last time. It was shaped like a saddle, with two large dildo prongs protruding from each end. Clearly it permitted two girls to fuck each other face to face, in both the ass and the pussy. Laura glanced at Karen, and both nearly went into meltdown on the spot.
Slowly, Laura reached under the bed and pulled out the long velvet rope she kept there, while Karen pulled her own long black leather thongs from the bag. Staring solemnly at one another, they began carefully to tie up each other's breasts, until all four were throttled and swollen, their nipples popping and shiny.
"Oh god, you're going to have to gag me," Laura whimpered softly as the wild sexual excitement began to make her tremble.
"Not yet," Karen whispered. "I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you beg."
Laura kissed her more feverishly, pressing their hard, ballooning breasts together.
"I want you to fuck me hard," Laura panted.
"I want you to bite my nipples," Karen panted back, her eyes blazing with fiery need.
"Now?"
"Now."
Laura lowered her mouth to Karen's strangled breasts. As always when tied up like this, they were strangely almost more beautiful to her than when free. Hard, dark, distended globes encircled by thick coils of white velvet rope, with huge, black, bursting-plum nipples, the areolas bulging and shiny, the thick, protruding centers flaring, pointing."Karen, your breasts are so beautiful," she whispered.
"Eat them," Karen quivered. "Swallow them. Please. Oh god. I don't let anybody do this but you. Please, Laura, please."
Even though Laura had done this many times, each time was like the first. The sexual excitement of it was so severe that she could feel her cunt flooding with juice as her tongue slid out and curled around one of Karen's large, distended nipples. The reluctance to hurt Karen, coupled with the strong desire to ravish, rape and swallow her whole, or at least her entire bulging, bursting breast made the hot blood roar and thunder inside Laura's body. No wonder we do this to each other, she thought, as she heard Karen moan excitedly, and felt her quiver uncontrollably.
The trick, of course, as both of them knew well, was to toy with each other, and skillfully torment each other into a rage of need, without bringing on a premature orgasm. Laura knew the way Karen responded to pain, and giving it to her without making her come was a delicate maneuver.
She held both hard, dark globes in her hands and peppered them with small, passionate kisses that had Karen groaning and whimpering in seconds.
"Do it... ohhhh do it!" she begged Laura.
"I don't want you to come," Laura whispered, licking the glossy, bulging nipples, flicking them with her tongue, hearing Karen gasp sharply.
"Ohhhh... pleeease! Laura... please!"
Laura gave in. She took one of the huge bulbs between her teeth, shaking her head, holding Karen's thick nipple lightly there while Karen watched, anticipating. Then, holding the firm round ball of flesh in both palms, she slowly sank her teeth into it.
"Ohhnngghh... oh! Auugghhhh!" Karen groaned, grimacing with incredible pleasure/pain. "Oh... oh god, stop, I'm going to come!"
Slowly, sensually, Laura let the wet, excited nipple slide back out of her teeth. Karen trembled and gasped sharply again. Her eyes burned as she lowered her mouth to one of Laura's bulging, throttled breasts. Laura could feel Karen's moist, warm breath on her swollen, throbbing nipple.
Then Karen's dark fingers enclosed her breast, feeding the nipple into her mouth, where she sucked and toyed with it before catching it in her teeth, as Laura had done to hers. As Karen's teeth slowly closed on her nipple, Laura could feel hot quaking shocks beginning deep inside her body.
"Oh god... I'm going to come too!" she gasped, as Karen's mouth dropped her nipple. "Baby, we've got to do it."
"Yes!"
Karen grabbed the contraption, placed it between them. Then, from Laura's bedstand she took the tube of K-Y jelly and used it to grease the back prong on each side, the prongs that would go into her ass and into Laura's. Then Laura watched as she introduced both thick prongs up into her pussy and her ass. Her eyes watered as the back prong slid in.
"Unhhh!" she grunted softly. "Oh Jesus!"
Before joining her, Laura grabbed the gag from under her bed and the one from Karen's goody bag. She knew they needed gags, both of them. This was going to be yet another horrific fuck, and neither of them would be able to contain their screams.
"Yes," Karen said, wild-eyed. "Yes, quick."
Quickly Laura strapped the gag in place over Karen's mouth, then waited while Karen gagged her. Then she lowered herself onto the rubber spikes that rose up from the other side of the saddle. The sensations were incredible. She had been fucked before by two men at once, but this was completely different. The prongs were as big as real, large, stiff pricks, but she was also face to face with Karen, and their trussed, strangled breasts were brushing, then mashing together roughly as they began rocking to and fro and embracing, fucking each other without restraint.
Impaled in the ass and pussy by the huge dildoes, their breasts bursting from the tight rope coils, both gagged and whimpering and whinnying hysterically, they quickly went out of control, swept up in the wildest, craziest fuck they had ever shared. Their bodies churned together, fingers biting into smooth flesh, clawing at hard ballooning breasts, pinching and twisting one another's protruding nipples, then pumping furiously as a firestorm of orgasms suddenly engulfed their struggling bodies.
They fell to their sides on the bed, their bodies locked together in a scalding, throbbing maelstrom of coming, mewling and groaning through their gags as each fresh, killing spasm wrenched their flesh. And before the orgasm was even over, Laura was tearing off her gag and sucking Karen's huge, bursting nipples into her mouth, biting them and pinching them until Karen was coming again, a fierce, shocking climax that left her limp and sobbing.
Not to be outdone, she was all over Laura next, after removing her gag too, and Laura thought her body would explode as two more killing orgasms wrenched her. They freed each other, unwinding the coils of rope and disengaging the fiendish dildo device from their groins, but their sexual hunger was not slaked, and they continued to swarm all over one another in a hot fit of fucking.
In fact, neither girl could believe the wild, naked fury with which they fucked. It was like a cat fight, interrupted at intervals for a brief, jolting agony of coming, then resumed at white-hot intensity. Karen pinned Laura on her back and assaulted her passionately, hand-fucking her and biting her nipples so hard that Laura sobbed with ecstacy as she came in a hot tornado of bliss.
Then she rolled Karen onto her back and raped her in a delicious frenzy, this time sucking and mouth-ravishing Karen's pussy until the voluptuous black girl nearly died of ecstacy. It was truly the most savage frenzy of fucking they had ever experienced, together or with others, and when they emerged from it after nearly a half hour of struggle, they were both drained and throbbing with aftershocks.
"I can't believe we did that," Laura whispered to Karen as they coiled together, deeply affectionate, after the storm had passed. "It was like we were trying to kill each other."
Karen kissed her. "You have to admit, whatever your affairs of the heart might be with others, nobody fucks like you and I do together."
"I know."
"I don't let anybody do to me what I let you do."
"Me too."
"But, you know, since we do it so seldom, I really need it," Karen said, eyes swirling with sex again. "I don't know how I can keep needing it, but I do." She lifted her beautiful dark breasts in her hands and offered them to Laura. "They still don't ache," she said. "Not like I want them to."
"Oh Karen."
"Please."
Even after the white-hot fury of fucking they had just put one another through, even after the countless orgasms, they were still hot for each other, still ready for more. Laura could feel her cunt oozing as she lowered her mouth to Karen's incredible, huge, swelling nipples.
"Oh god, torture me, Laura," Karen begged in a husky, delirious voice. "I love it when you torture me."
Here we go again, Laura thought. It seemed that every time they thought they had exceeded the limits of perversion and the worst sexual extremes two girls could invent, they managed to go further. Laura realized it even as she was reaching for the rope and the gag.
"You're sure you want it?" she asked, as Karen helped her place the leather straps of the gag around her head, taking the rubber ball into her mouth.
Karen nodded vigorously, her eyes glinting with wildfire.
Before touching her luscious breasts again, Laura tied Karen's wrists together, then tied them to one corner bedpost, as she had once done with Brandi, during their last, stirring, incredibly hot time together. With her hands over her head, Karen's breasts jutted out even more provocatively, jiggling slightly now since she was already quivering and trembling and mewling with renewed sexual excitement.
Next, she coiled the rope around Karen's breasts, this time not tying them as tightly as before so as not to kill the sensation, but just enough to make the large, gleaming black nipples swell and protrude. She knotted the rope underneath them, then took the hard gleaming balls of flesh in her hands and began to make love to them in the way she knew would drive Karen wild.
Like Laura, Karen had had between fifteen and twenty orgasms in the past two hours, and for both girls that made subsequent ones harder to attain, and yet even more excruciating. Working on this knowledge, Laura toyed with Karen's nipples until the girl was writhing and moaning almost hysterically into the gag.
Starting with one luscious hard breast, Laura squeezed it and sucked the large black nipple until it was wet and stiff and until Karen was whimpering uncontrollably. Then she did the same to Karen's other breast, still sucking and teasing only.By the time she started ringing the girl's stiff, excited nipples with her teeth, Karen was shaking and begging "please, please" through the gag. Laura held one huge nipple between her teeth and let it slide slowly out, until her teeth held only the tip of the center stem. Karen nearly fainted. Her body stiffened, and her breath came in rapid spurts. Then Laura sucked the nipple deep into her mouth and began again, letting it slowly escape.
But after the fourth or fifth time, she began to clamp her teeth down further into the spongy bulb, which was what Karen wanted. She was so in tune with Karen's body that she knew what level of arousal the girl was in at each second. She could hold one of Karen's erect nipples between her teeth and gently stroke Karen's clit with one finger while shaking her head back and forth, and Karen would come to the brink of an orgasm in four seconds, whimpering hysterically and churning her hips in frantic, spastic fuck-motions.
But Laura would not let her have it. She pulled back, repeating the exercise five more times, using first one nipple, then the other, until she grew afraid that Karen might faint before she came. Only then did she give in to the full brutal rape of Karen's strangled breasts and flooding pussy that Karen wanted so badly. She bit Karen's nipples savagely and hand-fucked her viciously at the same time, and Karen simply exploded in stupendous, rending agony of coming.
If not the most severe orgasm she had ever experienced from being fucked by Laura, it was certainly among the top two or three. She blacked out briefly in a seizure of ecstasy, then came to in a paroxysm of blinding bliss, her body clenched and writhing in fits of excruciating pleasure that lasted almost a full minute.
It took several minutes for both of them to recover from this cataclysm. Laura spent it untying Karen, ungagging her, kissing her, soothing her, bringing her back from a swoon of sexual rapture very much like those she had seen Jonelle sink into so often.
"I'm envious that you could come like that," she whispered to Karen.
"Mmmmm, your turn now," Karen murmured back, and for the first time Laura found herself half-cringing, wondering if she could go through it.
Barbara had fucked her very hard only a few days ago. She and Karen had both fucked very hard in the past two hours. Did she really want to go through the kind of torture she had just inflicted on Karen, just to reach a megabomb orgasm at the end?
But the decision was taken out of her hands by Karen, who began tying Laura's hands to the same bedpost before Laura could even say no. For the next half hour Karen tortured Laura's body as ingeniously as Laura had tortured hers, until Laura was sobbing and groaning through an orgasmic rapture every bit as wrenching and ecstatic as the one Karen had gone through.
And finally, they coiled together in their long, slow, healing fuck, the way they always ended their times together, a union of deep and lasting affection that Laura knew was the chief reason they kept coming back for more, even after brutal encounters like this one. When they finally parted, it was with the knowledge that whatever sexual adventures either one might have, nothing would ever come close to these incandescent moments, when each girl could several times almost feel her heart stop as the other tortured her into one depraved and glorious orgasm after another. | 4 |
110,676 | null | Her afternoon with Shavon was undeniably sweet and chock-full of a sexual intensity that Laura had not experienced for a while, more emotional than her recent trysts with Karen and Ada. But the thought of Ada would not leave her, or the pain she felt at having scared her so completely that she could think of no way out but to flee back to Texas. Laura knew Ada had loved "playing tennis" with Laura, but the fear of her own sexual nature, apparently, had been too strong. And she wondered how complicated it was by the fact that she was her boss.
Even after leaving Shavon, her body still tingling in the afterglow of their exhausting sexual encounter, she found her mind gnawing over the Ada problem. "I've got to talk to her," she thought. "I've got to reassure her. It's okay for her to want it. Ada, I made you pant!" she thought, for more than the second time.
When she got home to her darkened apartment, she poured a glass of wine and sat in the dark in front of her "view" window, finally deciding to check her voice mail. She checked work first, surprised, as always, to find a message marked "private." It was from Ada.
"Laura... it's me. I know you must have been a little shocked. Can't say I blame you."
Ada's voice betrayed not a trace of the raw, nauseating, uncontrollable whine and twang it frequently did when she was upset or excited. It was calm, distant. Laura, though she felt everything had become a little cold, was relieved, since Ada's voice was, for all the woman's charm and sweet nature and irresistible sex appeal, the single feature that made her recoil.
"I guess I have an apology to make," Ada went on, now seeming nervous and sad at the same time. "What I had with you, what we had together, was a total shock. Don't get me wrong, I loved every minute, every second of it. I still think about it all the time. But I sure didn't expect something like that to happen. I'm pretty, you know, self-sufficient. My relationships have been... oh, you know, not successful, not deep or lasting." There was a brief pause during which Laura thought she could detect a very real despair, something she had seen hinted at in the past in Ada's face when she thought she was not being noticed. "Then you. It took me by surprise. Not only the... 'tennis.' You know what I mean by that. But the feelings I had. I really started... liking you too much. It just... didn't feel right to me, but it was so strong I couldn't stand it. I had to stop. I had to. I wish we could go back right now to the shower... and forget the rest, you know? But don't get me wrong. I think about the rest every day, every night. I still want you, if it makes you feel any better. There, I said it. I'm rambling. I have to stop talking. I loved knowing you. I'll never forget it. Really. Have a great life, okay? Bye."
Laura was in tears, in the dark, with barely enough volition left to hang up the phone. It was so quiet that she could hear the traffic in the streets downstairs. The city's lights were blurred by the stinging water in her eyes.
For some odd reason in her mind, she heard the refrain of an old song that she didn't even know she remembered.
"More than you know,
More than you know,
Girl of my heart,
I love you so..."
"And I don't even love her," she sniffled to herself, wondering where the Kleenex was. "That voice... that horrible voice. I don't. I love Deshona. I love Randi. I even half-love Shavon, after today. I don't love you, Ada. How could you think so?"
"Lately I find,
You're on my mind,
More than you know..."
What did she mean by "the rest"? Laura wondered. "I wish we could go back right now to the shower... and forget the rest," Ada had said. It was inescapable. Ada had meant that the fucking was wonderful, but the feelings had scared the daylights out of her. Or maybe they had both scared the daylights out of her.
Fresh tears streamed silently down Laura's cheeks. "I'm going to have to have something stronger than wine," she thought. "This pain is too hard." She got up, went to the kitchen, and poured herself a vodka over ice. After drinking it, she felt better. She recalled that in the past, feeling this kind of pain, she would run to Karen, and they would torture each other into one excruciating climax after another through an entire evening of demonic and depraved perversion, until the emotional pain was driven into the shadows by a physical agony that could not be ignored.
But she had given that up in recent months. And anyway, she and Karen had already revisited their little "chamber of horrors" only a few nights ago; enough to last them both for a while, Laura thought grimly.
"Whether I'm right,
Whether I'm wrong,
Girl of my heart,
I'll string along..."
The song would not go away. That was the bad thing about songs. Once they got lodged and stuck in your brain, there was no getting rid of them.
Laura had another vodka and glumly tried to get some sleep. By morning, she had managed only a few hours of slumber, and many of tossing and rumpling the sheets and staring hollow-eyed into the darkness. She dragged herself out of bed for work, going through the motions as if in a dream, the dream she had not had through inability to sleep.
Feeling emotionally and physically numb, she noticed Shontay Something again as she passed through the Project Management area on the way to her office. This morning Shontay wore a black business-style pants suit that was identical to the tan one she had been wearing yesterday. Looking at it, Laura thought the pants must be about two-thirds the length of her own, Laura's, whole body. "God, she is tall. And skinny."
But this time Shontay was not surrounded by other employees, as she previously had been, and Laura was so fascinated that she again had to warn herself not to stare. The woman wasn't very attractive sexually (not like Ada! Laura realized with a pang), but there was clearly something about her that riveted Laura. The cold exterior, all business, aloof, even verging on the hostile, no smiles, no softness. "Maybe it's the worst temptation of all," Laura thought. "You want to break through it, like I did with Deshona. Talk about making Ada pant! That really wasn't hard at all. Imagine the challenge, making Shontay pant. It might even be impossible."
But right now she didn't have enough energy even to contemplate it. In her office, she put her head on her desk and managed to sleep for twenty minutes before the telephone awoke her. She got through the rest of the day somehow, and, dead tired, found herself driving aimlessly down unfamiliar streets on her way home, until she realized where she was. In a kind of stupor, she had driven to the neighborhood where Tamara had lived, before fleeing to Italy with her boyfriend. Where Laura and the dancer Shayla had spent a wonderful night fucking and laughing and giggling and fucking again.
"What am I doing here?" she wondered. "Why did I come here?"
She parked down the street from the apartment building, only remembering slowly, as she sat in her car, refusing to get out, that Shayla had moved to New York to join the Dance Theatre of Harlem, and that her friend Dawn and Dawn's boyfriend had taken over the apartment. Dawn. Laura recalled having been sharply struck by her good looks and deeply black skin, as well as her friendly manner. For Laura, a girl's very black and silky smooth complexion was wildly aphrodisiacal, though even admitting it to herself was embarrassing, since it seemed somehow perversely racist or twisted to respond sexually to the color of someone's skin.
She had on a few occasions confessed it bashfully to Cecilia, to Charise-her darling Inky-two girls whose skin was just as deeply black as Dawn's, and both had seemed delighted to learn she found their skin so erotic. Both were artlessly pleased and flattered, and if anything had encouraged her to keep loving it and quit worrying about it. With them Laura had relaxed, and allowed herself the supreme pleasure of kissing every secret inch of their delicious, deeply black bodies, but she could not help feeling skittish and self-conscious about it around someone she had not shared a bed with.
On the other hand, sitting there in the car thinking it over made her hungrier than ever to see the girl again, as if to validate her earlier attraction, the brief, wild, hot, happy impulse of familiar lust she had felt on seeing Dawn, when Shayla had introduced them, for the first time. Dawn lived with her boyfriend, which clearly meant the chances of successfully beckoning her toward the kind of friendship Laura would cherish most were almost non-existent. So, as she got out the car, she questioned herself.
"Do you really want to do this? You're just going to make yourself feel worse."You know how hard it is to chat and make nice with some ravishing dark black gorgeous girl you're dying for while she's cheerfully rattling on about her boyfriend. It'll kill you, Laura. Is it going to make you feel any better to see someone else you can't have? First Ada, then Dawn?
Meanwhile, as if sleepwalking, she was heading for the apartment house down the street. When she got there and quickly called up the courage to knock on the door of the correct apartment, it was answered by a young, quite handsome black man wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball cap and a yellow sweatshirt.
"Oh... maybe I got the wrong apartment," Laura stammered, blushing a horrific deep red. "I was looking for... Shayla. She's a... dancer."
He smiled. "No, you got the right one." He opened the door a little wider. "She went to live in New York. We took over the place for her."
Now he opened the door even wider, and behind him Laura could see Dawn, back in the kitchen, peering over his shoulder at her, too far away to register immediately on Laura's ever-ready lust meter. But now she seemed to recognize Laura and came toward them.
"Let her in, Robert," she said to him. "It's Shayla's friend. The one who knew Tamara. I told you about her."
Robert looked a little puzzled but not unfriendly. He now opened the door wide and invited Laura inside. But she realized that Dawn was giving her a weird look. The last time they had met, Dawn had mentioned that she and her boyfriend were moving into this apartment the next day. Why would Laura come here looking for Shayla, whom she knew very well had moved? In fact, why would she, Laura, be here at all?
But in the confusion of the moment, and out of the urge to be polite, she smiled and came in from the kitchen, holding a dish towel in her hands. Robert, however, seemed to be in a hurry. He grabbed a jacket and a lunch cooler.
"You'll have to excuse me," he said to Laura. "I was just on my way out. Nice to meet you."
"Oh. Nice to meet you too, Robert," Laura smiled, genuinely.
Not really knowing why she had come there herself, except to dissipate her sadness, she really hadn't viewed it as a sexual opportunity, or him as a competitor. She had been fiercely attracted to Dawn the first time she had seen her, but Laura was used to that happening, even on the street, or in a store.
But as soon as the door closed behind him, and she could get a better, less guarded, look at Dawn, she realized that she was kidding herself. Her thoughts of Ada were instantly relegated to the background. How could I have thought I wasn't interested in her? Laura wondered, letting her eyes, though surreptitiously, roam all over Dawn's face, then take furtive glimpses of her body.
The girl might not be conventionally beautiful, but to Laura she was thrillingly lovely. She had dark, intelligent eyes, an amused, sensual mouth, a high forehead, and her smooth very black skin was every bit as dark as Laura had remembered. Reliving the twinge of embarrassment she had felt sitting downstairs in her car, Laura could feel a tiny, hot, insistent itch inside her pussy as she wondered how Dawn's smooth cheek would feel under her fingertip. Even Dawn's hair, which was wiry and coarse, black and shiny, spritzing up from her head in a disorganized array of stiff filaments, tied by a white cloth and spewing out the top in an unruly bush, was enchanting to Laura, who found it touchingly natural and fetching.
Afraid she might be staring without knowing it, Laura looked away nervously. But Dawn was friendly and relaxed.
"You must've forgot, right?" she said, gently. "I mean, about her moving? She been gone a few weeks now. I just got a letter from her yesterday."
"Oh," Laura smiled. "How's she doing?"
"Fine, I guess. She says it's hard work."
"I'll bet. Well, she's in good shape. She can handle it."
Laura only realized after saying it that this remark seemed to have sexual innuendoes. Dawn only smiled and said nothing.
"I was just cooking up some beans and rice," she said, smiling very warmly. "Why don't you come over here and sit so I don't burn 'em."
They moved to the back of the apartment, where the kitchen was located. Laura realized, following Dawn, that she was completely aroused and stimulated by Dawn's lovely face and her marvelously smooth and very dark skin, but that she had no idea what the girl's body looked like, other than the fact that Dawn was not shockingly skinny, like Shontay Something, or fat either. And Dawn wore a large, roomy sweatshirt and baggy brown pants and sweat socks, so that it was impossible to draw any other conclusions. She was charmingly oblivious to her personal appeal, apparently, and seemed unembarrassed to be talking with Laura, who was dressed to the nines, while looking like she had just thrown on the nearest rumpled garments.
She looks like a college girl just cooking up a quick dinner, Laura realized. Laura watched, fascinated, enjoying every exquisite detail of Dawn's presence as Dawn moved around her small kitchen, whipping up a fragrant, appetizing meal.
"Wow, it looks good," Laura said. "Where'd you learn to cook like that?"
"My Gramma," Dawn smiled. "She mostly raised me. I can cook a lot more than this. I just do this 'cause it's quick, after I get home from school."
"I'll bet Robert likes it."
Dawn grinned, as if to say, Laura suspected, 'He likes my pussy, then he likes this, in that order.' I don't blame him, Laura thought. But Dawn surprised her.
"Oh... he probably won't eat any of this at all. Says I make it too hot. And it don't have any meat in it. I like it hot, though. You want to try some?"
Laura shrugged. She was certainly enjoying Dawn. Just being in her presence felt good. Dawn was fresh and bright and friendly, devastatingly attractive too, though Laura tried not to think about that part. Robert, after all, had only left a few minutes ago.
"I didn't mean to drop by and invite myself for dinner," Laura said, feeling uncomfortable.
"You ain't inviting," Dawn said, with a crinkly-nosed, infectious smile. "I'm the one who's inviting." She stirred the beans and rice one last time, then covered them and turned off the fire. "There, it's ready. We can let it sit for a few minutes and talk. Then we can eat."
"What about Robert?"
"Oh, he was going off to work. He won't be back until after two this morning. He work nights for PG&E."
Laura could not prevent her heart from racing at this news, though she knew she shouldn't be feeling that way.
"So..." Dawn said, walking back into the larger room of the apartment, with Laura following. "Why did you drop by?"
Laura could feel the blood rising in her face again, but she took a couple of quick breaths, trying to keep from turning into a lobster. There was also something about the way Dawn had asked the question that seemed to imply an ulterior motive on Laura's part.
"I... guess I really don't know why," she stammered, sitting across from Dawn in a flimsy-looking canvas director's chair.
Dawn sat on the brown leather sofa, where Laura had exuberantly fucked with Shayla on her last visit. It was hard to look across at her without remembering Shayla's lean dark brown dancer's body stretched out across it, with Laura nestled between her spread thighs, passionately tonguing and sucking her delicious black pussy. It caused a dangerous flare-up of sexual excitement in Laura, who desperately searched in her mind for a topic which would quickly squelch this feverish and unavoidable lust, which in this case was not even directed at Dawn but at Shayla, who was not even present.
Dawn looked solemnly at her, but when it appeared that Laura would have nothing to add, she relaxed her shoulders imperceptibly, and a small, very alluring, amused grin tugged at both corners of her mouth.
"Where are you going to school?" Laura asked, hoping the subject shift wasn't too abrupt or obvious.
"San Francisco State."
"Majoring in?"
"Don't know yet. Maybe economics."
"Economics," Laura said. "Wow... isn't that pretty deep?"
Dawn's eyes twinkled. "Gets you a good job."
"You must be brighter than I am if you can make sense out of it. I can barely balance my checkbook."
Dawn smiled and let it pass. "Did you come over to see me?" she asked, her dark eyes holding Laura's.
Now Laura was unable to contain her hot blush, which suffused her face like a red cloud. "I guess... I did," she stammered, almost choking on her words.
"You don't have to blush," Dawn said, concerned. "I think you're beautiful. Like that Victoria's Secret girl, the gorgeous one with all the hair. I kind of like it that you wanted to visit. I know you ain't coming over here to see Robert. I might have to scratch your eyes out, if I thought so," she giggled. "You didn't even know he was going to be here anyway, right?"
Laura nodded. "Right. I didn't."
Dawn shifted on the sofa, pulling her legs up under her butt, growing more animated, more girlish, more interesting to Laura by the second.
"You and Shayla had a little thing going, didn't you."
Again Laura blushed, unable to prevent it. "Why do you say that?"
"'Cause she told me, that's why. She said you guys did it. She said you did it with Tamara too, which is why she ran off with that bonehead football player to Italy.Laura gulped and tried to make the blood in her face fall by willpower alone. "I guess there aren't any more secrets left in the world these days, are there," she half-croaked.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't tell anybody. Certainly not Robert. Ain't none of his business anyway." She smiled broadly. "But I am a little envious. After all, I didn't get none of what they both got... and they both seemed to like it a lot."
Now Dawn's lovely face dipped, and she was looking up at Laura from under her eyelids, across the room, a dangerous and exciting glance, full of unspoken but fairly clear meaning.
"You're the most beautiful of all," Laura said quietly, almost under her breath, hoping it didn't sound too much like a seduction line. Only a second after she said it did she remember Tamara, who had the unquestioned, conventional beauty that easily contradicted her.
Dawn shook her head. "Tamara is the world champion beauty," she said softly. "She's a little hollow up here..." she pointed both forefingers at the sides of her head. "But down here..." Now Dawn ran her hands in a wavy fashion up and down her own body, but out three or four inches from her clothes. "She got it. Curves and more curves. The dudes cream when they see her."
She looked pointedly at Laura as she said this, implying that Laura had 'creamed' too. Laura felt another blush coming on and fought it down valiantly. She nodded.
"She is beautiful." Now she caught Dawn's eyes and held them with hers. "But smart and beautiful is a more lethal combination."
Dawn broke into soft laughter. "I ain't smart. Just because I'm taking economics? Shit... I can't balance my checkbook either."
"Have you three known each other long?" Laura asked, wanting to veer away from this dangerous conversation.
Dawn nodded. "High school. Mopsy, Flopsy, and Cottontail, right?" she grinned, fluffing the wire brush of hair that spurted up at the top of her head from the white cloth band. "Three black bunny rabbits. Tamara got all the guys, Shayla got all the awards, and I got the grades. I want to know, is that fair?"
"Which did you want, the guys or the awards?"
"I want everything," Dawn said, forthrightly. "Everything."
This time she looked straight into Laura's eyes, both playful, which she seemed to be normally, and serious. Laura swallowed.
"I'm sorry," Dawn said, noticing it. "I didn't offer you anything to drink. We got beer. Robert drinks beer. And I got tea. I got Evian, too. You like that?"
Laura nodded. "That would be fine."
"You know," Dawn said, returning from the refrigerator with a plastic bottle of Evian for Laura, "if you had me, then you will have had the whole rainbow." She smiled sweetly at Laura, as if she had said nothing unusual. "As my uncle used to say, we are a rainbow race. Tamara is almost white enough to pass, except for her face has a little hint of the African in it. Shayla is just plain normal chocolate. And I'm as black as an old rubber tire."
She sat down again on the sofa and grinned at Laura, who was stunned and excited by this clear invitation. She glowered briefly at Dawn to let her know that she did not accept this characterization.
"Or a beautiful knife of priceless obsidian," she murmured, giving Dawn a murky, ambiguous look.
"Excuse me, my vocabulary ain't great. What's obsidian?"
"It's a very black polished glassy stone formed by cooling lava," Laura said. "The Indians made knives and arrowheads out of it. It's one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. There's also a 'Rainbow Obsidian,' in case you're interested."
Dawn couldn't help raising one eyebrow.
"What does it do?"
Laura shook her head. "I don't know, just sits there and lets its admirers think how beautiful it is, I guess."
Dawn pondered it. "I think I'd rather be a tire than a knife, thanks."
"You don't look a bit like a tire," Laura grinned at her, now totally falling, a sensation she recognized but had not felt for a while, even with Ada.
You lovely, beguiling thing, I'm beginning to want you badly.
"I don't know," Dawn said, petulantly. "I'm kinda round in places."
Laura could feel her own blood beating in her neck. She didn't know what to do, how far to go. "Can I feel?" she asked, very softly.
Dawn nodded slowly. "Guess you can. Come over here."
Laura got up from the director's chair and went over to the sofa. She placed her water bottle on the gnarled, worn mahogany coffee table and sat down next to Dawn, very close. Now she could feel the hot blood almost roaring through her body. She was closer than she had ever been to Dawn, so close that the smooth, dark sheen of Dawn's cheek actually beckoned to her lips. So lovely, she thought. You are so fresh and lovely.
Dawn turned her face to Laura. Her dark eyes were murky and questioning. Her mouth, Laura now realized, staring at it with undisguised hunger for the first time, was a marvel of sensuality. She raised a finger and ran the tip along the surface of Dawn's full lower lip. Dawn's eyes dropped to the finger as Laura moved it. She let her tongue emerge just long enough to tickle the tip of Laura's finger with the tip of it, looking up at Laura at the same time.
"Your lip is curved but not round," Laura whispered.
"I'm really round down here," Dawn whispered back, taking Laura's hand and drawing it down to her hip.
Laura ran her palm over it, and Dawn shifted her position on the sofa, rolling halfway over to make her ass more available. She drew Laura's hand over onto one round, beautifully firm moon, its perfection quite obvious through the loose fabric of her pants. Laura squeezed it gently. Oh god! she thought. This girl, under these baggy pants, has an ass like Chanitra's and Jane's. Oh god.
"I see what you mean," she murmured, her lips closer and closer to Dawn's.
"And here too," Dawn breathed, her eyelids growing heavy now.
She took Laura's hand and slipped it under the hem of her sweatshirt, bringing it up to her bra, placing Laura's palm directly onto one of her breasts, though it was still inside the cup.
"Very round," Laura whispered, almost inaudibly, bringing her mouth closer to Dawn's, so close that they could feel each other's warm breath on their lips.
The point where their lips actually met was imperceptible, but Laura slid her tongue effortlessly between Dawn's open teeth, her hand still gently, but insistently, squeezing the full globe of Dawn's breast through the bra cup. Dawn kissed her back, but neither one rushed the other with unseemly haste. Instead, they kissed as if it were planned long ago for them to arrive at this moment, and they would take it calmly and deliberately, enjoying each micro-instant of their mouths blending, and searching, and exploring.
In the middle of the kiss, Dawn pulled back only an inch, pulling their lips apart, staring into Laura's eyes at close range.
"You can feel how round it is better if I take it off. You know, the bra."
"Would you?" Laura asked dreamily, all of a sudden wildly in love.
"Sure."
Laura extricated her hand, and Dawn pulled the sweatshirt up over her head in one fluid motion. Her bra was a simple white one, not fancy, just utilitarian, but the white cloth against her coal black skin was very alluring. Her breasts were larger than Laura's but not huge, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. She was a healthy, strapping girl, not a voluptuous full-figured one like Karen or Shavon, but beautifully proportioned from a classical perspective, with a narrow waist, marvelously straight clavicles, and a smooth, taut midriff.
In short, she was breathtaking, and Laura could barely control her desire. Again the charming little amused pinch at the corners of her sensual mouth lit up Dawn's face as she watched Laura's eyes kissing her body. Her own eyes sparkled with sexy mischief.
"Guess you like it so far," she said softly.
Laura gave her back the same half-smile. Her eyes came to rest in the delicious cleavage between Dawn's very dark breasts.
"I want to kiss you right there," she whispered.
"I ain't stopping you."
Dawn's eyes twinkled. Laura bent her head forward, inhaling the fresh fragrance of Dawn's half-naked body as her nose moved closer to the girl's flesh, letting her lips come to rest in the valley between Dawn's breasts. They were bigger than she had thought, not enormous but large, full, round globes, as firm as any she had ever seen, and just as black as the rest of Dawn. They were also warm and springy, and Laura kissed the bottom of the valley, then the bulging side of each breast where the bra dipped enough to reveal it.
"Oooohhh, Laura... you know what you're doing there," Dawn sighed softly. "That feels good."
"May I take it off?"
"Hell with that," Dawn grinned. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and peeled both bra cups down abruptly, exposing both of her perfect breasts. "Just go on and go for it."
Laura grinned up at her, filling her hands with the warm, resilient, black globes, running her thumbs over Dawn's even blacker nipples, not puffies, but big, shiny areolas and thick, nubby centers.God, if she had real puffies, I'd die of lust for sure, Laura thought, already nearly dying of it anyway, now pinching Dawn's nipples more aggressively, watching her face, watching a new intensity of sexual heat seem to spread over it and flicker in the girl's sparkling, dark eyes.
"They're so beautiful," Laura murmured. "I want to kiss them. May I kiss them?"
Dawn grinned. "I'm glad you keep asking." She pulled Laura's face up to hers with both hands. "Look, I would really like to go on with this, you know? But I can't do it here. Robert lives here too. I just feel awful doing something like that when he lives here too. Know what I mean?"
Laura nodded. "I understand completely," she said, feeling her raging blood subside a little. "What about . . . somewhere else? My place?"
"You live far?"
Laura giggled. "Does it matter?"
Dawn grinned back. "I'm kind of hot from this. I don't want to drive to San Jose or something."
"Russian Hill. Ten minutes."
"You'll have to take me and bring me back. I don't have a car."
"It will be my pleasure."
Dawn pulled up her bra cups again very quickly and rearranged the straps on her black, gleaming shoulders. She pulled her sweatshirt back on.
"Let's go. Hope you can drive fast," she smiled devilishly at Laura. "I didn't realize it would be this much fun."
"I hate to leave all that lovely beans and rice on the stove. I was looking forward to eating it."
"I don't think that's all you were looking forward to eating," Dawn cracked, giving Laura a salacious, saucy glance.
Laura, as usual, blushed beet red.
"There you go blushing! I get such a kick out of you blushing. Hold on while I pack up the food. I got some Tupperware around here somewhere." | 4 |
110,741 | Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance | Her reunion with Brandi had been so thrilling, exhausting, and ecstatic that she had briefly forgotten about the encounter with Arthur, though some of the bruises on her body remained for days. Finally, they were gone. After Brandi, she went without sex for a while. Yvette had been out of town on business, so fortunately Laura did not run into her at work.
She did spend an evening with Rob, who somehow redeemed her faith in men. He made her come repeatedly without the horrible violence she had endured from Yvette's enraged husband. And Rob, whose cock was even bigger than Arthur's, knew how to use it without hurting her.
She also spent a hot after-school afternoon with Chanitra, who somehow knew where to find Laura at lunch and had tempted her into taking the afternoon off work. She couldn't resist Chanitra. One glimpse of the girl's body was enough. They had spent hours of exuberant fucking, and Laura had thought of Yvette only a couple of times, and of the trouble they were in. Thank god you're not married, she wanted to tell Chanitra.
But when Yvette returned from her business trip, Laura knew she couldn't avoid the issue any longer. She got a call at her desk.
"Meet me in Bob Scheinbaum's office," Yvette said in a whisper.
"When?"
"Right now. He's out of town. His secretary is at lunch. No one will see you."
"Yvette---"
"Please... Laura."
Her voice sounded so plaintive with need and pain that Laura couldn't refuse. She couldn't forget, either, the times they had fucked passionately on the floors and sofas in the offices of out-of-town executives.
"Where do you get the keys to these places?" she asked as Yvette let her in and locked the door.
"I went to bed with the pompous old shit once," Yvette said. "He's been trying to get me to do it again ever since."
Laura's eyes raised slightly. She was learning more about Yvette. "How about the other two offices?"
Yvette smiled mysteriously. "Just friends."
She moved close, putting her arms on Laura's shoulders, bringing her mouth close to Laura's. But Laura was stiff, cold, and unyielding.
"Did you go to bed with them too?" Laura asked, aware that she was being gratuitously nasty in order to keep a distance between them, and to counter her own desire.
"Why not?" Yvette's eyes twinkled with malice. "Every fat old bag of shit around here wants to screw my hot black pussy. So do you."
Laura blushed. The shoe fit very well, she knew. She gulped. Yvette tried to kiss her, and she turned her head away. Suddenly, the sharp, sarcastic Yvette changed. Her voice broke. Two huge tears rolled down her cheeks.
"He told me," she sobbed softly. "Oh Laura."
"How did he find out?"
"Chanitra told him."
"Chanitra?" Laura was shocked. I just spent an afternoon fucking with her. The little minx.
"She wants you for herself." Yvette dropped her arms from Laura's shoulders and walked away, furtive and distant. "Did he... hurt you?"
"Yes."
"Rape you?"
"Yes. He said next time he'd rape me, then kill me. I felt like he meant it."
"He does." Yvette's big eyes were jeweled with tears. "But I can't live without you."
Now she came over to Laura again. She embraced Laura and kissed her, but Laura did not respond.
"Laura, please..."
"He'd probably kill you too."
"I know he would. He just about did already."
This got to Laura. She was able to stay distant from Yvette until she imagined Arthur hurting her. She knew her feelings for Yvette ran very deep.
"Oh baby," she said, involuntarily.
They came together, kissing heatedly, Laura kissing away Yvette's tears.
"I want you," Yvette whimpered softly. "I want you bad."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"It's too dangerous."
"No one will know. Bob fucked me right there on that sofa with his secretary sitting outside. She never knew a thing."
Laura walked away from her. She didn't like the way she felt so tempted. She wanted Yvette too. It also hurt her to think of Yvette being 'fucked right on that sofa' by anyone else.
"Yvette... we're putting both of our lives in danger."
"You mean Arthur? He doesn't know you work here. Nobody here could tell him."
She walked over to Laura and started to unbutton the back of Laura's blouse. But Laura pulled away again.
"No."
"Laura..."
"Yvette, we can't." Now Laura felt tears in her own eyes.
"Please," Yvette asked softly, eyes pleading.
Laura shook her head. She went to the door and let herself out. Her eyes were clouded with tears, but she noticed that Bob Scheinbaum's secretary had already returned from lunch, a thin but shockingly beautiful black woman with chiseled features, a little older than Yvette, probably in her early thirties, whom Laura had never seen before. She smiled at the secretary, not daring to look any longer at her, then fled down the hall before Yvette could follow her.
But that Sunday afternoon Yvette showed up at her door.
"I can't let you in," Laura said, keeping the chain on, as she always did now, after Arthur's visit. "This is even riskier than the office. He might be following you."
"He's at the ballgame with a friend," Yvette snorted. "Let me in. You know you want to."
Laura knew she was right. She wanted Yvette more than anything. It had been weeks since they had made love in the hotel room during lunch hour, fucking so tenderly and passionately that they had surprised even themselves. But that had been before Arthur.
Yvette leaned close to the door and whispered through the open crack, so that the neighbors, if they were listening, couldn't hear.
"I'm wet for you. All I do is think of you. I masturbate in the bathroom, thinking of you. I came in my sleep last night dreaming of you. Please."
Laura's hand shook as she unfastened the chain. Yvette was inside in a flash. Laura closed the bolt, and they were in each other's arms, devouring one another. It felt like they hadn't been together for months, instead of a couple of weeks. Kissing Laura hungrily, Yvette also pulled Laura's loose sweatshirt up to her neck, then pulled away only long enough to lift it over Laura's head.
Laura wore no bra, and Yvette's hands scooped up her breasts, while her mouth fell to them. They had not moved from the front door. Yvette sucked Laura's nipples passionately, bringing small helpless whimpers from Laura.
"Come to the bedroom," Laura whispered. "Please."
"Yes."
In Laura's bedroom, they quickly undressed each other. Having Yvette's long, beautiful, naked body in her arms again made Laura quiver with thrilling desire. She kissed Yvette's shoulders, her neck, her throat, her chest, her breasts, sucking the plump black nipples sharply.
They lay down together on the bed, eagerly caressing and kissing each other, neither one willing to let the other take over.
"Oh god, Laura, I've wanted to fuck you so much," Yvette panted, swarming all over Laura's body, making Laura yield to her aggressive caresses.
Laura had no choice but to give in, and clearly Yvette was intent on setting some sort of record. She did not let up until she had brought Laura to six progressively more wrenching climaxes. Laura could hardly believe the sexual whirlwind she had unleashed. Yvette had always been a hot lover, but this time Laura was astonished.
"What got into you?" she finally asked, after regaining her breath, her body still tingling from her last, fierce orgasm.
"You didn't enjoy it?" Yvette looked worried.
Laura beamed at her. "I wish I could chain you to the bed and make you do that to me every morning."
"I wish you could to," Yvette smiled back.
By now Laura had pulled the girl down onto her back. She kissed Yvette everywhere, luxuriating in the feel of the girl's smooth black skin under her lips.
"Ummmm... two can play that game, though," she murmured, sliding between Yvette's yawning thighs.
"Oh! Oh god!" Yvette gasped as she felt Laura's mouth on her pussy. "Oh! Oh please! Oh god oh Laura I'm going to... going to come! Right now! Ungghhaaauughhiieee!Laura had been the one who had taught Yvette what she had done to Laura first, the hot wild strings of coming, the relentless pressure, until one explosion followed another, and she was able to return the favor. Yvette had three more orgasms in quick succession, followed by a final, excruciating climax that Laura let build for several minutes, until Yvette, too, almost blacked out from the intensity of it.
Laura let her rest for a few minutes. They coiled languorously together, kissing and cooing, stroking and squeezing, unable to get enough of each other.
"If I couldn't do this, I'd die," Yvette confessed.
"You wouldn't. You just wouldn't be this happy."
"I guess I am a lesbian."
"Who cares what it's called. We just like to fuck each other."
They began kissing again and gradually worked into the sixty-nine position, where they experienced a shared orgasm so shattering that Laura was afraid the neighbors would be alarmed. Nevertheless, she pushed on, knowing that Yvette was now primed for a string of g-spot miracle orgasms.
Shifting around so that she could slide a finger up into Yvette's cunt, she began by kissing the glistening, black-edged rose petals, slipping her tongue in too, while rubbing Yvette's hard little clit with the tip of one finger. In seconds Yvette was churning her hips and moaning again, though she had exploded with coming about two minutes earlier.
Has she forgotten that I can do this to her? Laura wondered as she slid her forefinger up into the tight, juicy slit and rotated it, knowing the tip of her finger was only a hair's breadth away from the spot that would unleash a frenzied flurry of orgasms in Yvette's long, lovely body. I haven't done it to her in a while. Maybe she forgot. Oh baby, oh honey...
She bent her lips to Yvette's clit, sucking it and pressing the g-spot hard with her finger at the same time. Yvette's body nearly rose up off the bed as a whirlwind of coming suddenly wrenched her.
"Oh! Nnnnnggeeeee! Oh... uummmmnnnggeeeee!" she cried out, flipping and straining, shuddering violently as the spasms ripped through her.
Again and again she came, as Laura turned up the heat, devouring her clit and rubbing her secret spot roughly at the same time, bringing a convulsive string of excruciating climaxes to Yvette's thrashing, squirming body. There didn't seem to be any end to them. Yvette moaned and shook and arched her back, pumping with her pelvis, screaming as yet another climax wracked her flexing body.
She must have had about four orgasms before Laura pulled back and let her collapse on the bed, panting and sobbing and laughing all at once from the release.
"Oh god... oh god!" Yvette gasped. "I didn't think you could do that to me again!"
"I'm going to have to gag you before I do it to you next time," Laura grinned, still overcome with deep affection for the girl, kissing her lovely naked body and stroking it.
"God, that sounds so wonderfully kinky," Yvette smiled. "You promise?"
A hot squirt of sexual excitement raced through Laura's cunt. Do you think she'd really do it? she wondered, all her most perverted sexual impulses suddenly surfacing. But then she saw Yvette's face fall, and she knew it was too good to be true.
"But we have to... talk," Yvette said, reluctantly.
"I know."
Fresh tears filled her dark eyes. "Arthur threatened to take my baby away from me, if I ever saw you again."
"Oh no."
"He said no court would let a lesbian keep her."
"He might be right."
For the next thirty minutes they talked, deeply gloomy, about how they would not be able to do this again. Laura told Yvette about Rina, how she had been murdered by her boyfriend, for sleeping with Laura.
"I'd kill myself if that happened to you," she told Yvette.
"I can't risk losing my little girl," Yvette sobbed. "But... if I thought I was never going to see you again, I'd die."
Somehow the sadness made their passion more acute than ever. Even though they had both climaxed more than ten times, they fell on each other again with a renewed fury of lust, fucking hard, coming hard, and repeatedly, until they had nearly burned each other out.
By the time Yvette left, each girl had emptied herself into the other. They kissed, murmured deep love words to each other, and parted, sure they would never share these intimate moments again. | 3 |
110,746 | Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance | Her afternoon of perverted fucking with Karen caused new problems for Laura. How could she give it up? She didn't want to betray Rina, but how could she go without the steamy, torrid, twisted pleasures she and Karen gave one another? She knew the deep sadism and masochism it brought out in both of them was sick, perverted, even dangerous, but that very danger made it almost irresistible. And it made the orgasms excruciatingly intense.
Even Karen sensed the problem. She had said, "I don't care what you do with her. I know you care deeply for her. I just want to do this with you once in a while. I want to fuck you, and be fucked by you. Because I've never had such intense sex with anyone else. And I need it with you, it's that simple."
Laura understood because she felt the same way. Her orgasms with Rina could be heart-stopping, excruciatingly deep too, in another way, moving, heart-shattering in a way they never were with Karen. But they weren't shockingly sick and perverted in a way that nearly made her die of sexual excitement, which she knew was what Karen was talking about.
Another problem was Karen's obvious, though muted, interest in Rina herself. She would ask probing questions.
"Do you fuck her this way?" she once asked Laura when Laura was teasing her clit and fingerfucking her ass at the same time, bringing Karen to hot, sharp, clenching climaxes that left her breathless and moaning.
"Don't bring her up, baby," Laura begged softly, turning up the heat so adroitly that Karen couldn't bring anything up until she came again, and came in a hot, gagging fury.
One time when Laura was praising Karen's breasts, caressing and stroking them, Karen had asked, "Are her breasts as beautiful as mine?"
"No comparison," Laura had whispered absently, only trying to deflect the comment.
"I mean it," Karen had said. "I want to know."
But Laura had refused to answer. Instead, she had followed the same strategy, sucking Karen's scrumptious nipples and bringing her to a fast climax that made them both forget the question.
But it didn't go away for good. As they were getting dressed after this last, deliciously perverted afternoon in Karen's bed, Karen had said, out of the blue, "She's really got a beautiful body. I could see that. You must love fucking her."
Again Laura had felt her heart sink. She didn't know how to reply. She kissed Karen long and passionately. "I love fucking you," she whispered.
Neither problem would go away. Even though she was rapturously in love with Rina, she spent a night with Karen every other week. The two engaged in such brutal and ingeniously perverted sexual practices that Laura found herself worrying that slow-healing marks or bruises on her body might be discovered by Rina. Karen knew it, and was jealous.
"I'm going to give you a big, purple hickey on each breast," she said. "Just as big as your nipple. Then you'll have four nipples. Won't she be surprised to see that?"
"I'll kill you if you do," Laura said, letting Karen see that she meant it.
But Karen was a determined, clever sort of girl. Laura had a key to the girl's apartment, and she dropped by one evening after work for their biweekly feast of sick sex and epic strings of exhausting orgasms. But as she was opening the door, she heard murmuring voices from inside.
She couldn't suppress the eavesdropper and the voyeur in her as she quietly let herself in. Especially when she realized that something very intimate was happening. And then she heard Rina's voice.
"I'm not like that," Rina protested. "I don't . . . kiss girls."
"You kissed her, didn't you?" Karen's voice insinuated softly.
"It's different. With her and me. With Laura. It's . . . oh, I can't describe it. It's more than . . ."
"Just kissing?" Karen suggested. "Just fucking?"
"Don't say that."
"But Rina, you're so beautiful," Karen murmured. "I . . . I can't help wanting you. Please. Just stand there. Let me kiss you. You don't have to kiss me back. Just let me . . . just once."
Then the room fell silent. Laura was in the small entryway, but the angle was such that she could see them reflected in the large mirror Karen had hanging over her fireplace. Rina seemed almost paralyzed, hypnotized by Karen's voice.
Laura knew that before her affair with Rina, the girl would have run out of the apartment in a second. But now she hesitated. She allowed herself to be mesmerized. Was it because she had discovered the excitement of girl-girl sex with Laura? Did she really want Karen, really want Karen to kiss her?
"Please?" Karen said, moving closer.
Laura knew how bewitching Karen could be, how seductive. She saw Rina tilt her head back slightly, yielding her full, sensual lips. Then she saw Karen's mouth take them, first gently, then more passionately. Laura's feelings churned wildly, jealousy mixing with sexual fascination and excitement. She couldn't stop watching.
Karen's long, sinuous fingers caressed Rina's smooth cheeks while she kissed the girl, but it was a long time before Rina raised her own hands to Karen's face. By then she was kissing Karen back, and whimpering softly in a way Laura recognized, a way that meant she was aroused and wet and eager. Laura felt her heart sink. At the same time, she could feel her own pussy oozing warm fuck-juice.
Her knees weakened as she saw Karen kissing Rina's long, smooth black neck, then unbuttoning Rina's shirt. Rina had her head thrown back, luxuriating in Karen's caresses, and Karen had the girl's shirt halfway off before Rina opened her eyes.
She squinted at Karen curiously. "I don't think we should be doing this," she said softly, her eyes swimming with sexual desire.
She was trying to fight it. She pulled her shirt closed over her bra. But Karen loved a challenge. She smiled her most kittenish smiled.
"Oh then, maybe I should go first," she murmured throatily.
She began to unbutton her own blouse. Rina's eyes fastened on her fingers. In only seconds Karen had reached the last button. She peeled off her blouse, then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Laura tried not to breathe hard herself, but it was nearly impossible.
The sight of Karen's magnificent naked breasts made her pulse hammer.
"Do you want to touch them?" Karen whispered to Rina.
Rina looked at Karen's black, gleaming, swollen nipples. Then she looked back up at Karen. Slowly, clearly not meaning it, she shook her head.
"Do you want to feel them touching yours?" Karen asked, now carefully tugging Rina's shirt sleeves down her arms again.
The shirt fell on the floor, at their feet. Almost mechanically, Rina reached behind her back and unfastened her bra clasp. Karen caught the thin straps as they slid down Rina's shapely black arms. Laura tried not to moan, or pant. The sight of both Rina and Karen naked to the waist nearly made her faint with sexual hunger for them.
Tears welled up in her eyes. They didn't even know she was there. But now they came together in a long, exploratory kiss, their firm naked breasts mashed together, their nipples kissing too. Their kiss was tender at first but soon they were drinking each other, their mouths devouring each other.
"I want you, baby," Karen panted to Rina as their mouths came apart briefly.
"No, no . . ." Rina whimpered softly. "I'm not that way."
"Oh baby, yes you are," Karen breathed. "You want it. You want me to make love to you . . . like she does. Like Laura does."
"No."
"Yes!"
Laura could hardly keep standing. She leaned against the doorjamb, sagging, unable to slide to the floor because she wouldn't be able to see Karen and Rina in the mirror. When Karen lowered her mouth to one of Rina's exquisite breasts, Laura nearly moaned aloud herself. She watched while Karen sucked Rina's large puffy black nipple into her mouth, gently at first, then in deep.
"Ohhnnnn!" Rina moaned, throwing back her head again.
God, why don't you just run in there and break it up! Laura said to herself. What are you doing? Are you going to let Karen fuck her? And not do anything to stop it?
Now Karen's arms had encircled Rina's waist, and she was sucking Rina's other nipple.And Rina was pushing her breast up into Karen's mouth, her beautiful face grimacing with pleasure, low, excited moans coming from deep in her throat. Laura knew how sensitive Rina's breasts were. Sucking Rina's nipples drove her wild with need, made her sweet pussy run with warm juice, made her want to be fucked so much that she could hardly bear it.
And Karen took advantage of the girl's arousal. Carefully, she lowered Rina's quivering body onto the sofa behind her. Now Laura could no longer see them in the mirror. But she was frantic to see them. She risked peeking around the corner of the doorjamb, but they were both so caught up in their lust that they didn't notice her.
Now Karen was really feasting on Rina's perfect breasts, as Laura had done herself so many times in the past. Karen held them in her hands and sucked one of Rina's wet, erect nipples, then the other one, sucking big chunks of the girl's firm globes into her mouth, making Rina cry out and squirm with pleasure.
"Oh! Oh!" Rina panted. "Oh god!"
"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," Karen murmured, kissing every inch of the incredible globes, then devouring Rina's nipples again.
Rina's body was arching, flexing uncontrollably. She needed to be fucked so much that it didn't matter that a 'lesbian' was going to do it, or that she was betraying Laura. She needed it. And when Karen unzipped Rina's jeans and began pulling them down Rina's hard, glossy black thighs, Rina helped her frantically, urgent to be naked, to surrender her entire naked body to Karen, dying for sexual relief.
"Oh god, unnnhhh, oh god, girl, fuck me," she panted wildly to Karen. "I don't care . . . please, just do it! Please! Ohhnnn!"
Without even bothering to slip out of her own pants, Karen got on her knees between Rina's quivering thighs. Laura knew what a skillful lover Karen was, and as soon as her mouth touched Rina's shiny wet pussy, Rina went wild.
Her luscious naked body undulated, her hips churning, her entire pelvis pumping as she pushed her cunt up into Karen's mouth. She held her round breasts and pinched her huge, thick nipples, her face contorted with need, her moans deep and urgent.
"Unhhh! Ohhnnnnn! Ooohhmmmmnnggg! Unh! Unh!" she panted, squirming and pumping frantically.
Karen had slipped both hands under Rina's marvelous, firm buns and was squeezing them while she worked to bring the girl to a wrenching orgasm. Her tongue found its way to Rina's clit, which she teased cleverly before finally sucking it between her lips.
Laura, watching them from her knees in the small entryway, her own body overheated and clenching uncontrollably from sexual arousal, felt herself almost faint with desire, a familiar desire, for Rina's beautiful naked body. Watching Karen fuck her was both painful and wildly exciting at the same time. Warm pussyjuice trickled down Laura's thigh, and she realized how aroused she was. She slid one hand up under her skirt and found the crotch of her soaked panties with two fingers, nearly moaning out loud as one knuckle brushed her erect clit.
Her eyes closed and her body sagged against the wall. God, I'm going to come too! she realized. But before she could even get her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties, Rina spilled over in a fierce, jolting climax.
"Ungghh! Oh! Angghh! Anngghiiioouunnggghhh!" she moaned, clamping her thighs shut on Karen's head, her whole gleaming, ebony body shuddering in sharp spasms as she came.
Watching her, Laura was shocked and almost paralyzed by the sight and sound of the girl's orgasm. She herself had caused many like it, but now she was a spectator, and the erotic power of it was different. She felt a shocked sense of loss, and a wild, seething lust at the same instant.
And it was only increased when she saw what Karen was doing. Karen was not going to let Rina stop with one climax. Whether she was afraid she would never get another chance, or whether she was just overcome with hot lust for the beautiful, flexing, gleaming girl, she was still eating Rina, and squeezing Rina's ass, and slipping one finger between Rina's buns, penetrating Rina's asshole, fucking her ass and sucking her pussy and squeezing Rina's breasts with her free hand, until in only thirty seconds Rina was coming again, harder, crying and groaning through another scalding orgasm, then whimpering and panting helplessly as she fell back from its wrenching fury.
But Karen was all over her again, swarming over the supine girl, dangling her own breasts in Rina's face, kissing Rina, turning, sucking Rina's breasts while Rina got her own mouth on one of Karen's large, swollen nipples. They sucked each other roughly, panting and groaning, both of them caught in a hot whirlwind of erotic mania. And Laura, kneeling on the floor in the entryway, was caught up in it too, from a distance.
The two naked black girls on the sofa were really fucking now. It wasn't just Karen fucking Rina any more. Now they were devouring one another, coiling together, panting, whimpering, keening with more urgency each second, doing sixty-nine, with Rina on top this time. She was eating Karen's pussy as passionately as Karen was still eating hers. The sexual excitement was so intense that Laura felt herself close to an orgasm merely from watching it, and when she touched her swollen clit with two fingers, she actually did come.
"Unnggmmhphh!" she groaned, muffling her cries with one hand, her body shaking with sharp spasms. "Ohnngg!"
But the two black girls were so involved already in fucking one another that they didn't hear her. They both were moaning and murmuring obscenities to each other, their luscious, sleek bodies flexing and straining as they brought one another closer to a climax. So this is what it looks like, Laura thought, still glassy-eyed herself from her orgasm but more aroused than ever by what she was seeing.
Rina and Karen weren't 'making love' to each other, they were mouth-raping each other's pussy. Their beautiful bodies were locked together in a squirming, surging mass, and when Karen began to squeal and come, Rina was close behind her, whinnying in the high, throaty, weird way that Laura had sometimes heard when she brought the girl to a clenching, culminating orgasm, the last one of a string.
Laura was jealous. She knew that no one but herself, until now, had ever given Rina such intense sexual pleasure. But she also knew, from personal experience, how good Karen was, how she could coax spasms of ecstacy that you had never dreamed of from your body. That was what she had just done to Rina.
And Laura's jealousy was even deepened when she saw Rina becoming more aggressive, fucking Karen now as she had been fucked, sucking Karen's pussy and bringing her to another quick, explosive orgasm in less than a minute. But as hot with jealousy and hurt as Laura was, she couldn't stop the lust for them both that was burning her up. She wanted to join them, she wanted to be a part of it.
Almost unable to tear her eyes from their undulating, sweat-glistening, dark bodies, she quickly opened and shut the door, as if she were just arriving. Both naked girls suddenly froze on the sofa. They looked at Laura. They were both locked in a deep sex trance, but even so Laura could detect Karen's amused grin, and Rina's shocked, pained grimace.
"Oh . . . oh, god . . . I'm sorry," Laura stammered, as if she had walked in on something.
"Laura," Karen said in a deep, smoky voice. "I didn't know you were coming by."
But the tone of her voice said that she knew very well Laura was coming, and that's why she had done this. Laura walked across the room toward them. She knew she was supposed to be angry. Both of them expected it. But she only wanted to take off her own clothes and join them. Rina's eyes were stricken with guilt, shame, even grief for the relationship with Laura that would now be forever changed.
Her beautiful face looked desolate. The pain in her eyes was pulsing, hot, almost unbearable. "Laura---" she began softly.
But Laura shook her head. She knelt in front of the sofa, unbuttoning her shirt, unzipping her skirt.
"I want it too," she murmured, her eyes glazed with lust, her blood pounding and hot. "Please. Me too."
"Oh Laura," Karen smiled.
Rina seemed totally at a loss. But Laura was naked in only a few seconds, and both girls embraced her eagerly, kissing her, caressing her. All three knew that nothing should be said, that words could come later but what they felt had to be expressed physically now. And the two black girls swarmed over Laura's naked body as if they were fucking her for the first time.
Laura had no choice but to let herself be ravished by them. Karen was kissing her heatedly, while Rina's mouth and hands found Laura's breasts, sucking her nipples sharply, squeezing the firm mounds, bringing quick, excited whimpering to Laura's throat.Then Karen was dipping down Laura's trembling body, sliding between Laura's thighs, kissing them, driving Laura crazy in ways she had perfected in the past. Her tongue on Laura's wet, blossoming pussy made Laura cry out.
"Oh! Unhhh!"
"Hold on, baby," Karen panted. "You're gonna come fast."
Rina's mouth came down on Laura's, her tongue slithering in deep. Her hands squeezed Laura's throbbing breasts hard. And Karen sucked Laura's excited clit so sharply that Laura instantly exploded in a fierce, wrenching orgasm.
"Unngghh! Ahhngggmnnnggoowwn!" she moaned as it ruptured her squirming body, pinned between the two wriggling black girls, who were not about to slack off after only one climax.
"Oh Laura... ohhh Laura," Rina murmured over and over again, her eyes full of pain and love as she kissed Laura passionately.
"Oh Rina," Laura panted. "Suck me... suck me again, please, suck my breasts, do it hard! Please!"
Laura was on a plateau, her body writhing and quivering with phenomenal sexual arousal, and she knew that she was about to come again. Karen was assaulting her aching, throbbing pussy, sucking her cuntlips, tongue-fucking the tingling, oozing cleft of her cunt, squeezing her asscheeks roughly, avoiding her clit, teasing her, tantalizing her. Laura's body arched, strained, trembled, flexing as the tension built again.
Rina's mouth dipped to Laura's sensitive breasts again, sucking Laura's nipples lovingly, then more roughly, passionately, as Laura had begged her to do. This time they fucked her more vigorously, and Laura, pinned between the two girls with whom she had experienced more overwhelming sex than she had ever imagined possible, gave herself up to them completely, surrendering her body to their rough, urgent caresses.
In just seconds she was coming again. Karen's lips enclosed her clit, sucking sharply, while Rina's hands and mouth tore at her breasts and nipples. The orgasm shook her violently, wrenching her flesh with hot, fierce spasms that rolled over her in waves, falling away, then seizing her again, then dying off, then squeezing another agonizing spasm of pleasure out of her body.
"Auunggghh! Oh! Ungghh! Aauunnggghh!" she moaned as wave after wave of coming shook her.
Finally, she fell limp between them, panting with exhaustion, her arms and legs slack, her naked body pliant. The two black girls changed places now, with Rina slipping down between Laura's thighs and Karen kissing her mouth, squeezing her breasts.
Oh god, Laura thought. It's like being raped. I don't know if I can take any more.
But she knew she could. Being raped by Karen and Rina was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, even more exciting than doing it with either girl alone. And they both were ravenously hungry for her body, unwilling to let her rest, swarming over her, bringing her to one climax after another. Rina's mouth on her pussy was just as insistent as Karen's, and Laura was coming again in a minute.
Then Karen was behind her, chanting heatedly in her ear while her naked breasts mashed into Laura's back and her hands slipped between Laura's firm buns, her forefinger probing up into Laura's ass.
"Oh! Ungghh!" Laura cried out with shock as wild pleasure spurted through her body.
Karen's other hand was on her breasts, squeezing them, pinching and twisting Laura's nipples, while Rina was mouth-raping Laura's streaming pussy. Laura heard wild, rhythmic, hysterical whimpering, then realized it was coming from herself as the two girls whipped her into a frenzy of crazy sexual mania.
"Fuck her hard... eat her hard," Karen was panting to Rina as she slipped another finger up into Laura's ass. "She's going to come again... she's going to come unghhh! Oh! Ungghh!"
"Anngghh!" Laura groaned.
It felt the same as when she was fucked by Rick and Jamie at the same time, or when she was gangraped by Gerald and his buddies, but this time it was Rina and Karen. She trusted them completely and so gave in completely, and the sexual pleasure was electrifying. The three of them were united in a groaning, panting, pumping, striving mass of beautiful flesh, with Laura in the middle, wincing and moaning and keening, driving toward an ecstasy she knew would be unbearably intense.
"Unh! Unh! Mngee! Unh! Mngee! Oh! Mngee! Unggh!" she half-panted, half whimpered, closer and closer.
Knowing how close she was, and feeling on the verge of coming themselves from the building excitement, the two black girls who were fucking her really turned up the heat. Still fucking Laura's ass with two fingers, harder than ever, Karen managed to twist her body around and get her mouth on one of Laura's nipples again, sucking it sharply. Rina sucked Laura's clit like she wanted to swallow it. And suddenly Laura's body clenched and shuddered as great rocketing spasms of ecstatic coming shook her.
"Ohhnggg! Unngghmmnnggeeeee!" she cried out, feeling a horrific climax rend her quivering flesh, raking her nerves with fierce pleasure, pummeling her body with excruciating spasms of bliss.
And both Rina and Karen climaxed right behind her, groaning and shaking as fierce shocks of pleasure wrenched them. Their three naked bodies seemed to melt together in a cloud of hot, throbbing ecstasy that left them gasping and quivering in a heap of tingling flesh. | 5 |
110,843 | Biggers6 | Hands laced behind his head, Ed sat beneath a tree with his long legs stretched upon the ground, his back supported by the trunk. Sitting with his back to a tree like this was a relatively new experience for him, and he was enjoying it. Maybe it was just the chance to enjoy watching nature go by that he enjoyed.
It was four days after midsummer's day, and he was waiting for a student to emerge from the Carter Glade. A noise behind him attracted his attention, but he was too lazy to turn to find out who was making the noise. He guessed that it would be Oliver, since the Grand Druid would be out here for the same reason he was there.
"Did she show up yet?" asked Oliver on seeing Ed Biggers leaning against the tree. The tall, lanky cowboy actually looked comfortable with his back to the tree.
"Not yet," answered Ed, not bothering to turn and look at Oliver. He unlaced his fingers and pointed to a nearby tree as he said, "Pull up a tree and have a seat."
Oliver walked over to the tree and sat down. The rough surface of the tree pressed into his back, making it an uncomfortable seat. Once he was settled in place, he said, "Only five out of ninety-five students were called to go into the glade. Four have come out. Three servants of the Goddess, one servant of the God, and the last one to emerge will serve the Two-Sided One."
"I expected more students to be called," commented Ed. He had known that John had expected about five percent of the students to actually get called, but it seemed like such a small percentage that he had never accepted it.
"John didn't," said Oliver with certainty. John had discussed his expectations with Oliver one afternoon while going over the philosophy behind how he had established the school. It had been a very enlightening discussion.
"John was John. I'm just an old cowboy nearing the end of a cattle drive," replied Ed with a grin. The return of the last student from the glade had come to symbolize the end of his intense involvement at the college.
"I'd never say that you were nearing the end of a cattle drive," said Oliver, looking over at the Druid sitting under the tree. In his black robe, silver hair, gray eyes, and tanned skin, Ed didn't look at all like a cowboy.
"I'd have never thought that Kristie Prevatt would end up serving the Two-Sided One," remarked Ed, changing the subject.
"Isn't she the one who lied to her parents about not getting into the school?"
Thinking back to that day when he had been confronted by her parents, Ed had to laugh. She had lied to her parents so that she could go to a college where her boyfriend had been accepted. It reminded him of his lie to the family about going rock hunting when he really intended to see the Gods and Goddesses. Shaking his head, he commented, "I guess I should have predicted that she would end up serving the Two-Sided One. After all, my service started with a lie."
Oliver looked over at Ed with a smile and shook his head. The story had been related to him once about how Ed had lied to John Carter about the fact that he was going to challenge the Gods and Goddesses. The result had been his acceptance into the service of the Two-Sided One. He commented, "I would say that your old life ended with a lie and your service began with the truth."
"John sure was angry," said Ed with a sigh. He smiled to himself, remembering how everyone had told him to go home when he had come out of the woods.
"You miss him, don't you?" Oliver asked while shifting to get more comfortable. His new position was much more comfortable.
"Yes. I miss him a lot," said Ed, looking away from the Grand Druid as he answered. He missed John as a friend and husband. The fact was that he had lost the one person with whom he could confide his dreams and concerns. It was a major loss.
A noise from the glade caught his attention. Looking over in the direction from which the noise had originated, he noticed Kristie stumble out of the woods, looking dazed and confused. She was wearing her blue robes and a gold medallion. He stood up and went over to her. As he walked, he called to her, "Over here, Kristie."
Looking around, she turned to face him. It took her a minute for her to recognize who it was that was approaching. In a dreamy voice, she said, "You're so substantial."
"What do you mean?"
"You look like you are made out of granite. There's a sense of strength about you," she answered.
Ed looked at the gold medallion on her chest. The confused genitalia imprinted on the surface identified beyond a doubt that she was a servant of the Two-Sided One. Until that moment, it had been a guess which of the Gods and Goddesses she was to serve -- a guess based on the robes prepared by Catherine as directed by the God she served.
She turned her head to watch Oliver approaching her. Again, she was struck with a sense of solidity and strength. She was surprised that the ground didn't shake as the pair of men walked. With a smile, she said, "You too."
"Okay," replied Oliver, knowing that she probably didn't understand her gift yet. It had taken him a while to discover the true nature of his gift from the Two-Sided One. With a smile, he said, "Let us take you to Catherine so that you can get your robe."
Kristie walked between Ed and Oliver on unsteady legs, thinking about what she had just been through and what faced her when she returned to class. When they were halfway to the school, she stopped and touched the arms of her escorts. Tense, she said, "I don't want to see my classmates yet."
"Of course," said Oliver in a voice intended to reassure the young woman. Each of the students coming out of the glade had said the same thing. He had not predicted that they would react that way, but he understood their actions only too well. It was hard to discuss what it was like to meet the Gods and Goddesses. To be barraged with questions right afterwards had to be a daunting prospect.
The trip to the back door of the administration building took about half an hour, since she occasionally stopped to look around at her surroundings. As they reached the door, Ed said, "Come talk to me once you have recovered a bit."
"Okay," replied Kristie, thankful they understood her need for some time alone. She looked at the two men, amazed at how they appeared to her. After a full minute, she added, "You're so solid."
Laughing at her continual return to the topic of his solidity, Ed said, "Get some rest and we'll talk later."
He watched her approach Catherine and accept a stack of black robes before going into the administration building. It was good to have another servant of the Two-Sided One. Even with her, there were only four of them, five if he included Oliver. He was the longest surviving servant and had been gifted with truth sense. Annette had the ability of far-sight. Jeff was a mathematical wizard and could decode complex ciphers just by looking at them. Oliver could see the purity of heart and the jest of life in the people around him. Kristie claimed he possessed solidity, but it was a question of what she meant by that.
Entering the apartment, the first person he encountered was Linda. She was standing by one of the bookcases in the living room with her back to him. He looked over her body, appreciating the view. She wore blue jeans that were just tight enough and a white stretch top. Her long black hair split the line of her shirt in two and ended at the top of her jeans. The sight was too sexy to ignore.
Walking up to her, he slid his arms around her so that her breasts were resting on his forearm. He nosed her hair, enjoying the scent of her shampoo. When she hummed her pleasure at being the recipient of his attention, he kissed her neck. She pressed her body against his in time to feel his cock erect. She giggled and asked, "Are you happy to see me or is that a baseball bat in the pocket of your robe?"
Ed laughed at the variation on an old joke and said, "I'm happy to see you."
She rubbed her ass against him, enjoying the feeling of his erection. In an excited voice, she asked, "Would you like me to take care of that?"
"No," answered Ed, startling her. He ran his hands over the front of her body and added, "I'd like to take care of it with you."
Linda was puzzled until she realized Ed wanted to make love to her rather than accept a blowjob or spend hours in one of her special chairs. She said, "Sounds kinky to me."
Laughing, Ed nuzzled the back of her neck. Breathing in her scent, he said, "You smell like cactus and the desert. How come I've never noticed that before?"
"That's the aloe vera in my body lotion," answered Linda with a giggle. Only Ed would find the scent of aloe vera sexy.
Taking her hand, Ed led her to his bedroom. Once there, they undressed each other, taking delight as increasing expanses of skin were revealed. They made slow, passionate love over the next hour. After both of them had come, they lay side by side, enjoying each other's company.
Feeling relaxed, Linda decided it was time to broach a subject that had been on her mind ever since she learned that William would be leaving.Placing a hand on the center of Ed's chest, she said, "I'd like to have another baby."
"Are you sure?" asked Ed, concerned about her health. Her pregnancy with William had been a very rough time for both of them. She had been confined to bed for most of the pregnancy. Ed had spent almost every day by her bedside. He didn't want her to risk her life in an attempt to have another child.
"Yes, I'm sure," she answered with calm assurance that all would be well.
"You had difficulties carrying William."
"I asked the Medicine Man about that, and he claims there will be no problems," replied Linda. The Medicine Man claimed that it was the two powerful and very different spirits warring inside the child that had made the pregnancy so rough. Carrying a child with a strong spirit was tough, but carrying one with two strong spirits was life-threatening.
Leaning over to suckle on one of her breasts, Ed accepted the pronouncement of the medicine man as fact. Relieved, he said, "I've never been able to deny you anything."
A little thrill ran through her body at the knowledge that he had agreed to father a child with her. Linda lay back and enjoyed the sensations of his mouth on her nipples. She cooed, "That feels so good."
"It feels good to me, too," said Ed as he watched her body react to his actions. It amazed him that after so many years, his wives still found him desirable. He looked forward to returning with them to Arizona for good.
"You're too happy," commented Linda as she held the back of his head to keep his lips where they were. She was quiet for a moment while she considered what it meant when Ed was that happy, and then said, "You're going back to Arizona."
Ed gave her nipple a little love bite. When she relaxed her grip on the back of his neck, he answered, "In a couple of days. I won't be back until graduation."
Linda turned onto her side so that she was could face him. He moved so that they were looking at each other. She asked, "Who's going with you?"
"Captain Jones," answered Ed. The soldier still had not accepted the unusual lifestyle led by Ed and Leroy. More time with the man was needed to address that issue.
Despite the soldier's real disgust at the fact that Ed made love to his husband, it hadn't been difficult to convince the Captain to join him on the trip back to Arizona. The soldier had a very willing woman waiting for his return. A very mature-looking Mona had greeted Nathan at the end of the weeklong desert trip, and the greeting had gotten very personal once the couple had been left alone.
"So you're leaving three horny wives here all alone?" asked Linda with a pout. Leroy was back at his laboratory studying Chronic Wasting Disease.
Raising an eyebrow, Ed teased, "I'm sure there are a few students around here who would be very willing to step up to the task if you get too desperate."
"We're going to miss you," said Linda. It was always hard when Ed left, but none of the wives were willing to give up a minute with the children.
"You'll be off the birth control pill by the time I see you," commented Ed.
Linda smiled at the explicit acceptance that he would be happy to father a child with her. She said, "Don't forget that Leroy's award ceremony is in August."
"I know. It's a week before graduation. Despite how much I dislike that town of professional liars, I'll be in Washington to attend," replied Ed with a sour taste in his mouth. He felt it was about time that Leroy started getting national recognition for his research, but wished the ceremony could have been held somewhere else.
After an hour of small talk, Linda left to check up on the kids, leaving Ed alone in bed. For a long time, he thought about becoming a father again. Pleased at the idea, he showered and then dressed while planning what he would do for the next couple of days.
Kristie approached Ed while he was enjoying a banana split in the sixth-year dining room. Although he wouldn't say it, he was hiding his mid-afternoon snack from his family. Sitting down without waiting for an invitation, she said, "You are so solid, like you are made of steel. The students seem solid enough, but a few of the staff appear almost ethereal. I'm not sure what to make of it."
"You haven't figured out your gift?"
Her hand flew to her chest and covered the medallion. Recalling from memory the words on the medallion, she said, "Sense of Rightness. Strength of Will."
"Ah. What do you think it means?" he asked just before shoveling a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. This was a proper banana split with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream complete with chocolate syrup, diced pineapple, and strawberries topped with whipped cream and cherries cradled between a split banana. It was totally decadent, and he was savoring every bite.
"I think I see the willpower of people as solidity, but I don't understand the part about rightness. Everyone one I've seen appears to be the same."
"Do you think that is because everyone here has learned to live by the two rules?" asked Ed. He carefully maneuvered his spoon to capture some of the vanilla ice cream and chunks of pineapple. It was a good combination of flavors and brought a smile to his face.
"I didn't think about that," she said. Sitting back in her chair, she thought about it and wondered if that were true. If so, she needed to get away from the school where she might be able to get some experience with a more representative sampling of people.
"We are going to a water park tomorrow. You can join us," said Ed, looking up at her to see her reaction.
"What about school?" asked Kristie, surprised to hear him suggest that she ignore her studies.
"What about it? You've become a Druid," Ed answered with a knowing smile.
"I've still got to pass this semester."
"And what classes do you have this semester?"
"My practicum," answered the young woman. She had chosen social work as her field of study, motivated by her past as a member of a dysfunctional family. Looking at Ed, she realized that every sixth-year student would have the same answer. A practicum required that students experience their field. Embarrassed, she said, "Oh. I see."
"Yes. The Two-Sided One has given you a gift that makes it impossible to fail this quarter. For the rest of your time here at the college, you will be developing that gift by using it," said Ed.
"You didn't have a period of practice," she asserted.
"Yes, I did. It took me a long time to discover the full extent of my gift. At first, I thought I was a human lie detector who could tell when people told lies. I've come to discover that I have the ability to expose lies and evil things that are hidden. I'm still discovering aspects of my gift," he countered.
"Does that mean I have graduated?"
"Yes," he answered, knowing that it would surprise her to hear that. He used the side of his spoon to cut off a chunk of the banana. The chunk of banana floated in a sea of melted vanilla and chocolate ice cream. For a half second, he chased the banana with his spoon before capturing it. He smiled as the spoon slid into his mouth, and the flavors burst upon his tongue.
She watched him eat his banana split while considering what she should be doing with the rest of her life. It dawned on her that the jobs she had been considering wouldn't allow her to fully utilize the gift she had been given. Her future had suddenly become a maze of possibilities.
Time passed in which she was lost in her thoughts, and Ed tried various combinations of flavors in his banana split. Having finished half of the banana split, Ed pushed the dish away and sat back while patting his stomach. Looking over at Kristie, he interrupted her thoughts. "There's a Druid who could probably help you sort out your future."
"Who?"
"A certain hobo by the name of Happy Harry," answered Ed with a smile at the idea of her and Happy Harry traveling around the country together.
The caravan of cars pulled into the parking lot of the water park. On arriving at the airport, the Carter Clan had discovered the van they had reserved had suffered mechanical problems, and they had to take three cars. Ling was driving the lead car with Ed, Betsy, and Little John as passengers. Everyone was dressed in casual clothes as was appropriate for a day at a water park. Ed wore his blue jeans and work shirt rather than his black robe.
The only parking spaces were a good distance from the entrance of the water park. Wishing she could park closer, Ling pulled into one of the spots. Once she had turned off the motor, she turned to give last-minute instructions to the kids, but Betsy had opened the door and was halfway to the entrance of the park before she had a chance to say a word. Frustrated, she said, "That kid is going to kill me!"
Shaking his head at the fact that the trip was already getting off to a bad start, Ed said, "I'll go up to the gate and pay for everyone while keeping an eye on her."
Excited at the prospect of a day at the water park, Little John said, "Let me go after her."
"Okay," Ling replied as Little John sped out of the car to find his sister. Ling sighed and said, "I'd keep her on a leash, but she'd chew through it in a minute."
"Get the rest of the family together and meet me at the gate," Ed said before getting out of the car to follow the kids.
The simple act of running filled Betsy with joy, and she would have run all the way to the gate except she saw a little girl struggling with a man in the parking lot. The little girl, about nine years old, was terrified and kicked her legs against the man holding her. Betsy came to a halt and stood in front of the man with her hands on her hips, watching the pair struggle. The little girl was frantic. "I want my mommy!""I'll take you to your mommy," growled the man while trying to get control over the wriggling girl in his arms.
"She's back there," cried the girl.
Tired of wrestling with the girl, the man slapped her across the face. He'd wanted to grab her and go, but she had fought far more than any of the others had. She screamed when the man hit her.
On hearing the scream, Betsy acted without thinking. Her heel came down on the man's instep with her full weight behind it. A blow of her fist, delivered in perfect form, to the man's groin immediately followed. He dropped the little girl who ran away screaming. Almost in slow motion, he bent over in pain with eyes that stared without comprehension at his attacker. Betsy danced around him for a second. Taking advantage of his bent-over position, she slapped both hands flat against his ears, rupturing his eardrums. His eyes crossed, and he fell to the ground.
Backing up, Betsy proceeded to deliver kicks to his ribs with as much power as her little body was capable of providing. It was almost thirty seconds after she had started kicking when Little John reached her and shouted, "Stop it, Betsy."
Dancing back, Betsy said, "He was hurting a girl. I'm going to hurt him."
"Stop it! He's unconscious," shouted Little John, looking at the wreck of a man on the ground. He could see the blood running out of the man's ears. The boy stepped between his sister and the man to keep her from hitting him again.
The two siblings stared at each other until a security guard came running up. Panting, he looked down at the man on the ground and then at the two kids. A girl had come running to the gate shouting that a man had tried to kidnap her, and he had charged out to find the man. He had not expected to find the sight that greeted him on arriving. Trying to catch his breath, he asked, "What happened?"
"He is a bad man!"
Turning to face the guard, Little John said, "My sister says that man was hurting a girl."
Betsy dodged around Little John and kicked the man another time, shouting, "Bad man!"
Ed arrived in time to see Little John holding Betsy away from the man on the ground and the security guard with his hand pressed against his forehead as though trying to fight off a headache. In a commanding voice, Ed shouted, "Betsy! John! Stop it."
The two kids froze and then turned to face their father. Fully expecting to be praised for her actions, Betsy said, "He's a bad man. He hurt a girl, so I hurt him."
It was impossible not to hear the truth of her words, but her actions had gone beyond hurting the man. Approaching the man on the ground, Ed looked over the damage. It was obvious the man was seriously injured. Looking up at the guard, he said, "Call an ambulance and the police."
Still staring in disbelief at Betsy, the security guard said, "The police are already on the way."
"I think an ambulance is more important at the moment," Ed said, shaking his head. The small trickle of blood running out of the man's ears concerned him.
"Who are you?" the guard asked, attempting to gain control over the situation.
"I'm Ed Biggers. Betsy and John are two of my children."
The rest of the family arrived and crowded around the victim. Betsy ran to Ling and boasted, "I stopped the bad man."
In the sudden increase in confusion, the security guard decided he had lost what little control of the situation he had and got on his walkie-talkie for help. While he talked to the security center, Ling asked, "What exactly did you do?"
"I stepped on his foot, hit his dinky, slapped his ears, and then kicked him all over," she answered with pride. She knew that Daddy Ed would have gotten angry if she had kicked him in the neck, so she had avoided doing that.
Ling looked over at the security guard and said, "He's probably got a broken foot, crushed testicle, punctured eardrums, and broken ribs."
As the guard stared at Betsy, Ling hugged her daughter and said, "You did a good job, Betsy."
When Kelly went up to the injured man, Betsy said, "He's a bad man."
"Don't treat him, Kelly," Ling said, "If Betsy thought it was necessary to do this, he doesn't deserve to be treated until it is shown he wasn't hurting someone. I'm sure that Betsy did the right thing."
Hearing Ling praise Betsy was almost too much for Ed. He said, "You should have stopped once the girl got away and you could escape."
Kelly felt her skin crawl when she approached the man and doubted she could have forced herself to heal him even if she wanted to do it. It was surprising that Ed wasn't insisting that she heal the man. She could only conclude it was because he felt a sense of truth in Betsy's proclamation.
The pending argument was prevented by a strangled cry from Kristie upon catching her first glimpse of the man on the ground. As she collapsed to her knees, she cried out. "Warped. He's so warped."
Ed moved over to Kristie and held her. In a voice intended to comfort her, he said, "Tell me what you see."
"It's like looking into some sort of twisted wreck. He's solid, but so ugly inside," whimpered the young woman. She didn't have the words to describe what she saw when she looked at the man. Looking at the man was like having someone reach into her stomach and twist her insides. She felt like throwing up.
"A strong will aimed in a bad direction," said Ed, looking down at the man. He knew the truth would come out.
In Kristie's kneeling position, it wasn't obvious that she was wearing the robes of a Druid. Disgusted by the hysterics, the guard asked, "What in the hell is the matter with her?"
Helping her stand, Ed answered, "She is new to her service."
The man's eyes grew huge upon seeing that she was wearing a black robe. The gold medallion caught the sun, drawing attention to her symbol of service to the Two-Sided One. He made the sign of the cross and declared, "My God, I didn't realize she's one of them."
William laughed at the reaction and said, "There are three of them here."
By this time, Betsy was bored and ready to move. Bouncing around, she complained, "Can't we go now?"
A police car with siren blaring and lights flashing pulled up as the security guard recovered enough to say, "I'm going to need to see some identification."
Kristie stood up and backed away. "I've got to get away from him for a while."
Knowing that most of the family wasn't needed at the crime scene, Beth asked, "Do we have to stand around in the parking lot?"
Chaos broke out as everyone started talking, their voices getting louder to be heard over the others. Finally, Ed had enough and shouted, "Everyone, calm down. Kelly, I want you to take everyone except Ling and Betsy to the water park. The Grundy's are waiting for us there, as is Leroy with Shirley and John."
"You take care of the guy over there, you take our statements, and you get your manager over here," commanded Ed, pointing to the cops and security guard in turn.
At the surprising news that their friends were waiting for them inside the water park, Beth and Little John lit up. It didn't take Kelly long to round everyone up and head towards the gate to the park. The cops, feeling angry at having their authority stolen from them before they had even said a word, shook their heads while staring at Ed.
As Kelly passed Ed, she said, "I didn't know you invited them."
"It was a surprise," replied Ed while shrugging his shoulders. The day had started bad and was getting worse.
The cops moved to bracket Ed as the family walked off. They figured a redneck had just beaten up someone. One of them looked at the guy on the ground and asked, "What happened here?"
"My daughter encountered this man hurting a girl and took him down," answered Ed.
"Can I see some id?" asked the cop, looking skeptically at the little girl. He'd never heard of an adult man trying to blame his kid for beating up someone else. His opinion of the redneck went down with the thought, 'The gall of this guy.'
Ed pulled out his id wallet and handed it over to the cop. Refusing to take it, the cop asked, "Would you mind removing your id?"
"That's all that's in there," answered Ed, turning to Betsy and seeing that she was jumping around with a frown on her face. He said, "You've got to calm down. We won't get into the park until we clear up this mess. Practice your Tai Chi."
The cop stared as Betsy started going through her exercises under the watchful eye of her mother. The controlled martial art movements gave Ed's claim a little more substance.
Relieved now that he only had to deal with the cop, Ed turned his attention to the officers. The cop had taken the wallet and opened it. His eyes grew large as he flipped through the identification cards from various government organizations. The initial awe quickly turned to disbelief. Challenging Ed, he asked, "Do you expect me to believe this garbage?"
"Yes," answered Ed, "I expect you will believe it soon enough."
"Watch him," said the cop to his partner as he went over to the car and stood by the passenger door such that he could watch Ed. Pulling a laptop from inside the car, he entered the information from the driver's license on it.
More sirens sounded in the distance as an ambulance and additional police cars turned into the parking lot of the water park. A manager with a woman and the girl who had been attacked arrived at the same time. Jumping excitedly, the girl said, "That's the girl who saved me."
Betsy stopped practicing and ran over to the girl. As she came to a halt, she asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, thanks to you," answered the girl. Looking down at her, she realized that Betsy was half her age.
The man on the ground groaned. Betsy spun around ready to hit him again, but Ling said, "The police are here. You don't have to do anything, Betsy."
The mother of the girl asked, "Little girl, did you really save Carla?"
"Carla?""Oh, you mean her. She got away when I hurt the bad guy," answered Betsy, bouncing on her toes. All of this standing around and talking was driving her crazy.
Seeing her daughter getting impatient, Ling stepped up and said, "Return to your practice, Betsy."
"I'm Mary," said the woman to Ling. She watched as Betsy stepped away and returned to her practice. She'd never seen a kid of that age move with such grace and control.
"I'm Ling, and that ball of fire over there is my daughter, Betsy," replied Ling, watching the ambulance arrive. They'd be treating the man on the ground within a few minutes. From her inspection, it was clear that the man wasn't dying, so she just put him out of her mind.
"She really knows that kung fu stuff," commented Mary.
The cop returned to Ed and, with real respect in his voice, said, "Sir, your identifications are all in order. We need to take statements from everyone. Until we have a clear picture of what is going on, we won't know how long it will take. I apologize for that, sir."
"May I suggest that you take my daughter's statement first?" Ed eyed the waterslide with envy, knowing that it would be at least an hour before he would be sliding down it. If he didn't want to wait that long, there was no way Betsy would wait that long.
The other cop had been over by the man on the ground. After getting out his driver's license, he ran a check on the man using the computer that was still atop the hood of the patrol car. After a few minutes, he came over and said, "That piece of dirt over there is a known pedophile. He's a suspect in a case concerning a missing child. Your daughter is lucky she was able to surprise him. If he had grabbed her, I doubt she would have been so lucky."
Wryly, Ed thought about how Ling had trained her. He said, "He's lucky he didn't grab her. She'd have killed him." | 4 |
110,889 | Biggers4 | How to measure a full life? Is it the number of days that the body has walked upon the planet? If one day is the same as the next, should they not be counted as one day of life, rather than two? If one year is the same as the previous year, should they not be counted as one year?
When a man lies dying, his whole life flashes before his eyes. It is not the day-to-day life that is replayed, but only the moments that are different. The tears that run down the face of a dying man are not from the loss of life. It is the sadness that comes from the realization that after eighty years of walking around on this planet, he had only lived a hundred days. There is the regret that twenty-nine thousand days were not lived. Twenty-nine thousand days wasted pursuing the mundane rather than the passion!
The elderly look back to their days as children with fondness. Those were the days when each day was an adventure. There was growth, there was change, and life was vibrant. Later in life, adults live through the lives of their children, tasting of it second-hand. In old age, life becomes filled with the aches and pains of a body slowly losing vitality. The days that are lived become trips to hospitals, funerals of old friends, and the entry into a nursing home.
The childlike behavior of the elderly can be viewed as an attempt to reach back into the well of wonder and newness that defined living for a child when all things were possible. The adult behavior exhibited by those from their mid-twenties to late fifties can be viewed as a quelling of life's experiences. Adults don't run or play with little toy cars or leave work to have an adventure. Adults perform their adult responsibilities, responsibilities that are entirely artificial. Adults may dream, but to pursue those dreams is irresponsible. The growth of assets is achieved at the expense of living.
The furniture that was new when they were twenty becomes out of style when they are forty. The furniture bought at forty becomes out of style at sixty. The old, dusty houses of the elderly are not a comment on not caring about their environment, but recognition that changing the furniture is not living a life.
Many of the elderly give up, realizing that they have lost their chance to live. Fragile bones preclude skiing down a steep slope. Erections are difficult to achieve, and the potential for orgies is greatly diminished. Sitting on their front porch, they watch as the world passes by, becoming embittered that they are not part of it. The episodes of anger when disturbed by children that run and scream, making noise of joy, is not anger at the children, but anger at the fact that they can't run and scream. The days of joy have passed for them.
Twenty-nine thousand days wasted when they could have been lived.
Awake, Ed sat at the table eating his breakfast watching Marguerite. He asked, "What's going on?"
"I know nothing," she replied smugly.
Her words rang true, she knew nothing about what was going on. He asked, "So where is everyone?"
"I don't know," she replied with a wry smile, knowing this was driving him crazy.
The entire household had disappeared right after breakfast, leaving him sitting alone at the table. They had taken advantage of the fact that he was slow first thing in the morning to leave before he realized that something was going on with them. Looking at Marguerite, he said, "Let me guess. They are planning something, but left you out of the plans so that you wouldn't be able to leak the secret."
"That's right, buddy," replied Marguerite, enjoying the moment tremendously. Her role in the plan was to be the secret keeper. With Ed, that meant she had to know nothing about what was happening.
"Where's Beth?" asked Ed, feeling that he could at least spend the morning with the baby.
"Kelly took Beth with her when she went out," replied Marguerite. The reason wasn't that they were afraid that Ed would find anything from the six-month-old little girl, but that Kelly wanted her close so that she could feed her.
"Cathy?"
"Out."
"Who do I ask about my schedule today?"
"As far as Cathy would let me know, you have nothing scheduled today," replied Marguerite with a smile.
"Did she tell you that?"
"Yes, she told me that you had nothing scheduled today."
"So I guess that means I could go out into the desert for the day."
Marguerite's smile faltered as she replied, "Ah, I don't think that is in the plan."
Ed smiled at her discomfort and said, "Maybe I should call someone and find out if I can do that."
Frowning, Marguerite said, "That would spoil things."
"Oh, so there is something to spoil."
Frustrated, Marguerite said, "You are horrible. How is anyone supposed to surprise you if you can question them to the point of discovering everything?"
Thoughtfully, Ed said, "I don't even know why they would want to surprise me about anything."
"You don't?" asked a very surprised Marguerite.
"No clue," replied Ed. He hadn't had a major accomplishment in the past few months that would warrant a celebration. He asked, "So you want to tell me what it's all about?"
"No!"
"Okay, I'm going for a swim. At noon, I'm going to go to Shirley's for a coke," said Ed. It was funny, but he actually felt lonely. Mornings were usually spent with Ling, rubbing body lotion onto her swelling belly. Then he would go to work at the University for several hours. After that, he would swing by the IRS, the Fusion Foundation, or his investment company for an hour or two. Coming home, he would spend the late afternoon with Beth, reading to her while she held his finger. His typical schedule for the end of the day included dinner with the family, sunset with the men, and the evening with one of the wives.
Marguerite smiled and replied, "That sounds like a good thing to do."
With a sad, long face, Ed asked, "Would you like to join me in the pool?"
"No. You may have a day off, but I have work to do."
Ed walked back to the poolroom, pausing for a moment to examine the new glass door that now blocked entrance to the poolroom. The door, with nice frosted designs etched into the glass, had been installed as part of baby-proofing their house. That had not been the only change, a number of plants had been removed from the atrium when it was discovered that they could be poisonous when eaten by young children.
Once inside the poolroom, he undressed, placing his clothes in a neat pile on one of the chairs. Sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water, he considered what kind of celebration his family could possibly be organizing. Deciding that he would never be able to figure it out, he slid into the pool and stretched out on his back. With slow kicks of his legs, he traveled the length of the pool, stopping just before his head hit the edge. Turning around, he swam twenty-five vigorous laps using the breaststroke and ten laps using the Australian Crawl. Breathless, he stood in the pool to catch his breath for a minute before swimming at a slower pace to allow the muscles to relax properly.
Exiting the pool, he went over to the Jacuzzi and sat down to let the jets of hot water massage his body. With his head tilted back, he wondered what he could do for the rest of the morning. The bar was closed until lunchtime, and Maria's Restaurant wouldn't open until evening. Climbing out of the hot tub, he dried off and dressed.
Swinging by the kitchen, he told Marguerite, "I'm going for a walk."
She asked, "Where are you going?"
"I thought I'd head into town."
Marguerite laughed and asked, "Would you like to try my lemonade?"
Ed hadn't drunk any lemonade since returning from Bill's house on the way back from Antarctica. He said, "Sure, I'll give it a try."
After hearing all kinds of noises coming from the kitchen, Marguerite returned with a glass of lemonade complete with half a lemon floating in it. There was actual pulp and seeds in the glass. Taking a sip, he was surprised by how sweet it was. Looking up at Marguerite, he said, "This is the best lemonade that I've ever had. How did you make it?"
"The juice of two lemons in a shaker with lots of sugar and crushed ice. Shake it until your hands can't hold the shaker anymore and pour it into a glass. Add half a lemon and serve immediately."
"Wow, this is outstanding," said Ed as he took another sip. It was cold and refreshing in a way that iced tea wasn't.
"You guys drink too much iced tea. I'm trying to expand your repertoire of drinks."
"Why?"
"You need a little vitamin C occasionally. You drink coffee and tea. At least the women drink smoothies." For years she had put glasses of various juices out for breakfast only to have them totally ignored by the men. John had a tendency to eat and run, drinking only a single cup of coffee. Ed drank cup after cup of coffee, struggling to wake up. Leroy drank a cup of coffee to wake and then drank a second one while talking to everyone else.
"I drink cokes," said Ed as though that meant something.
"Coke might as well be the same as tea. It has sugar and caffeine."Marguerite was about to add that he wasn't getting any younger and needed to take care of himself, but she bit the comment back. Deciding on a different tack, she said, "You want to set a good example for the kids, don't you?"
"Of course I do," replied Ed, shocked that she might even consider that he wouldn't.
Marguerite said, "Well, that means drinking fruit juices with breakfast and milk with lunch and dinner."
"Oh," replied Ed. He hadn't had a glass of milk in years and could hardly remember how it tasted. As he tried to remember the last time he had drunk any, he realized that it was when he was in the army.
He took another sip of the lemonade, realizing that the days where he sat around drinking iced tea were about to come to an end. Perhaps the time the men spent together watching sunsets would be the only time of the day when they could revert to drinking iced tea. As he thought about it, he realized that he could have chocolate milk and milkshakes. He asked, "Do you have any good milk drinks?"
The question surprised Marguerite as she thought about it. She remembered a Peachy Apricot Milk drink that another chef had served in cooking class when she had just entered the Culinary Institute. Smiling, she said, "I think I have some experiments to perform."
Watching her dance her way into the kitchen, Ed knew that she would be busy for the next couple of hours coming up with milk drinks. He finished the lemonade and wandered out of the house. Noticing Maria outside her house, he walked in her direction. When she saw him and ran into the house to avoid him, he was absolutely floored. It reminded him of his days as a bully. Looking around the street, he noticed that other neighbors ran into their houses when they saw him coming.
When he reached downtown, all of the stores had signs on them proclaiming that they were closed. It was a plot to keep him from finding out what was going on, and he couldn't believe how well it was working. The family must have thought this through very thoroughly to be able to keep it from him. It dawned on him that there was one place that would always be open. Smiling, he walked across the street to the Sheriff's office.
Entering the Sheriff's office, he saw the Sheriff sitting at his desk. Sauntering over, he said, "Hello, Sheriff."
"Hello, Ed. How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine. Can you tell me what is going on?"
The Sheriff came out from around the desk and smiled at Ed. He said, "Let me show you something, Ed."
The Sheriff led Ed over to one of the cells and pointed inside. He said, "John said that if you were to come by, I was supposed to show you that envelope."
The Sheriff's words were the truth. Still, Ed was suspicious and said, "Would you get it for me?"
Shaking his head, the Sheriff answered, "Nope. John said that if you wanted to know what was going on, you would get it."
The Deputy came in and looked at Ed. Shaking his head, he said, "I've been real curious as to what that note says."
Everyone was telling him the truth. He asked the Sheriff, "Are you going to lock me inside?"
"Nope," replied the Sheriff. He turned and left the room.
Ed went into the cell to get the letter with the Deputy. As Ed bent down to get the envelope, the deputy stepped back and closed the cell door. When Ed turned around, the deputy closed the door separating the cells from the Sheriff's office. Angry with himself for having fallen for the trick, he opened the envelope and removed the letter inside. He read it aloud, "Gotcha!"
After testing the door and confirming that it was locked, he sat on the bed and thought about the extreme measures they had taken to hide whatever they were doing. They had succeeded beyond what he thought was possible. He sat back and waited to be released, somewhat amused at the situation.
A couple of hours later, the door opened and John walked into the room. Leaning against the doorframe, he said, "I hear that someone was disturbing the peace."
Ed looked over at John and said, "Yes, you disturbed my peace. Now get me out of here and tell me what is going on."
John went to the jail cell and unlocked it. Laughing, he said, "Come on, I'll buy you a couple of 'wimps' over at Shirley's."
"Are you going to tell me what is going on?" asked Ed, frustrated by the lack of information about what was happening around him.
John said, "Come on, I'll buy you a couple of 'wimps' over at Shirley's."
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" He could tell that John wasn't telling the truth about buying him a drink.
Smiling at Ed, John walked out of the room and dropped the keys on the Sheriff's desk. Turning, he waited for Ed to come shuffling out of the cell room. When Ed caught up with him, John asked, "Did you have a nice morning?"
"Bah!"
When they left the building, Ed stared at the street in amazement. The whole town was standing in the street shouting, "Surprise!"
He took a look around the street. There were tables with food and drinks. One table had a huge pile of presents on it. A fifty-five-gallon drum that had been turned into a barbecue grill was over by one of the tables piled high with steaks. A huge sign hung across the street that read, "Happy 40th Birthday, Ed Biggers."
John said, "Speech!"
Hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand, Ed shouted, "I forgot that it was my birthday."
His announcement was greeted with laughter, as no one believed that he could possibly forget his birthday, particularly his fortieth. A number of people shouted, "The first thing to go when you get old is your memory!"
Laughing at the good-natured jibe, Ed said, "I am completely surprised. My family went so far as to throw me in jail to keep me from finding out about this party."
Nudging John in the ribs, he whispered, "I'll get even with you for that."
To the crowd, he said, "I love this town! Where else in America can a man have the entire town turn out for his birthday? Thank you so much for coming. I can't tell you how much this means to me."
Amid cheers, Ed entered the crowd, getting handshakes from the men and kisses from the women. John shouted, "Time to have lunch!"
As people moved around, Ed took his time heading to the food. Kelly came up to him, bouncing on her toes with a great big smile on her face. Giggling, she asked, "Did you enjoy your time in jail?"
Leering at her like a lecher, Ed replied, "I missed the prison babes."
Kelly laughed at the memories of the games they had played while sleeping in the jail in Colorado on the occasion when John became the Grand Druid. She replied, "We couldn't find any other way to keep the secret from you."
Ed asked, "Where's Beth?"
"She's with Leroy, over there," she answered as she pointed across the crowd.
Hugging her, he said, "I love you."
Kelly glowed with happiness, but retorted, "Now that you're a dirty old man, I'm going to have to watch out for you."
"Let me tell you a little secret. I've been a dirty old man ever since I met you."
Kelly laughed and led him away to a crowd of his neighbors. Maria, Rosa, and Carlos were waiting to talk to him. Carlos greeted him with a handshake and said, "It's all downhill from here."
"Are you speaking from experience?" Ed joked as he looked at the older man. His neighbor looked younger today than he did several years ago.
Carlos laughed and said, "I have two wives to keep me young."
Putting her hands on her hips in a posture of mock anger, Rosa teased, "Then why are you always saying that you're too old to handle both of us?"
Backing away feigning fear, Ed said, "I'm not going to get in the middle of this!"
There was a general round of laughter as Rosa and Maria bracketed him and said, "Are you sure you don't want to be in the middle? We're really good at double-teaming men."
"Too late. I've been triple-teamed and know my limitations," retorted Ed. He leaned over and whispered in Maria's ear, "You might want to ask Linda how to give a man a two-hour-long orgasm."
Maria looked at Ed with wide eyes. At his nod, she looked around for a second and made straight for Linda. Ed laughed and put a hand on the shoulder of Carlos as he said, "You have become a very lucky man. You're in for a real treat now."
Carlos looked at Ed and then over at Maria talking excitedly with Linda. Concerned, he asked, "What did you tell her?"
"I'm not going to tell you, but when she shows you what she is learning from Linda, I'm sure that you'll erect a statue of me in the center of town."
"Or burn you in effigy."
As Ed turned to leave, he replied, "We'll see."
He headed towards other pockets of people that he knew. Joe Ortega caught up with him and said, "Ed, I need to talk to you for a minute."
"Ah, Joe. It's good to see you. How's business?"
"Business is great. We now have trucks working in Phoenix and most of this region of the state," replied Joe with pride. He added, "It's great seeing Dad walk through town with pride. For years he thought very little of himself and now he is a community leader."
"I'm so happy for him," replied Ed. The change in the Ortega lifestyle had been radical. For years, Manuel Ortega had been the poorest man in town. Now, he was one of the richest.
"I have some bad news for you," said Joe hesitantly.
"Is everything all right with you and Juanita?" asked Ed with concern. He didn't want to hear that they were having marriage problems or that his evening spent with the wife had created any discord in their marriage.
"Oh, things are fine between us. We're even thinking about having a child."
"That's great. As a new father, I can tell you that having a child is wonderful," remarked Ed in relief.
"We're moving out of your house in a month. They've just about finished building our dream house."
Extending his hand, Ed said, "Congratulations. I bet you'll be happy to move into a new house."
"You're not upset?""Upset? Why would I be upset that you've done well enough to move out of that little house? Just the other day, I was looking at my old house, wondering why you were still living there. Since you're going to have a family, you'll really need the room," replied Ed, surprised that Joe would be worried about his reaction to the news that Joe was moving up in the world.
Shifting from foot to foot, Joe said, "You've been so good to our family. I was just afraid that you would take it that we didn't want you around anymore."
Putting an arm around the young man's shoulders, Ed said, "Joe, I've never wanted anything more for you than success. I'm so happy that you and your father took that business to the level that you have. I hope that you guys become nationwide one day."
"Nationwide?"
"Sure, I'd be thinking about franchising the operation if I were you," remarked Ed as he imagined the Manuel and Son trucks running all over the country.
Joe stared at Ed with his mouth open and said, "I think I need to talk to my father."
"Are you going to have a housewarming party?" asked Ed.
"Of course, we'll be sending you an invitation."
Trying to think about what kind of gift to get Joe and Juanita, Ed asked, "Can you tell me a little about your house?"
"Sure. It's actually two houses. The front house is larger for Juanita and me. It has four bedrooms and a huge kitchen. The back house is for my parents. Dad is looking to retire in a couple of years."
The news that Manuel was thinking about retiring was news to Ed. He asked, "Do you have a pool?"
Joe shook his head and answered, "No. It just seemed to be a bit too much money. We'll do that later."
"I take it that you and your father haven't given yourselves a raise since your business started growing," remarked Ed.
"We're putting everything into growing the business. We are taking a long-term perspective on it, rather than short-term."
"Smart," replied Ed, deciding that he would give them a swimming pool or a Jacuzzi as a wedding present.
Joe looked over at his father, who was standing in line to get some food. He said, "Let me go talk to my father."
"Okay." Ed watched as Joe raced to his father and pulled him from the food line. The old man looked irritated for a minute and then got very excited. The two men walked off talking to each other with a great deal of animation. Manuel was waving his arms as he talked, reminding Ed of a parody of an Italian conversation.
Shirley startled him when she said, "So what did you tell them to do?"
"Nothing, really. I just asked when they were going to franchise their hauling business."
Shaking her head, she replied, "Nothing, really?"
"Yeah."
Just a couple of weeks ago, Ed had mentioned to Maria that she should open another restaurant in Phoenix since she made the best food in the state. Maria was seriously considering the suggestion. She said, "You aren't going to be satisfied until everyone in town is richer than you."
Laughing at the comment, Ed replied, "Nobody is richer than me. I have two husbands, three wives, and a baby that love me."
"Your husbands and wives must love to hear you talk about them like that," replied Shirley.
Changing the subject, Ed said, "I can't believe that the whole town turned out for my birthday. Isn't it amazing?"
"Not at all. It seems that everyone has learned how to play in this town. By the way, are you doing the Haunted House this Halloween?"
The Haunted House had become one of Ed's favorite projects. He had hired a guy that made holograms to help make it very scary. The kids were going to love it. He answered, "You bet. I've arranged for all of the orphanages in the county to come visit this year. We have a couple of retirement centers coming in to play witches, too. They make great witches."
Shirley laughed as she imagined the green makeup on little old ladies turning them from sweet old grannies into horrible-looking witches. The natural wrinkles would give the image a legitimacy that no amount of makeup could provide. Sidney, her blind husband, played a mummy last year with quite an impact as the bandages covered his eyes, but he could still find the kids in the darkened room. She said, "Sidney enjoys that so much. He really gets into being the monster in the dark."
"It's going to be incredible this year, and I think Sidney will enjoy the role we've got for him this year."
"I'm glad to hear that. He's been bugging me if I've heard anything about it," remarked Shirley. The only one in the family that didn't participate in the Haunted House was Mary. It was a shame, but she felt that the scars from her burns made her freak enough and that showing them in the haunted house would be painful. Ed understood her feelings, always making an offer so that she wouldn't feel left out, but never pressing the issue.
This year, he planned to have people working in the background running the holograms and active displays. Smiling at Shirley, Ed added, "I even have a job for Mary this year in the Haunted House, and I think she'll take it this time."
"You know how she feels about this."
"I know exactly how she feels about this. That's why I'm confident that she'll enjoy doing it this time," replied Ed with a knowing smile.
Ed moved through the crowd, talking to one person after another - finding out what they were doing, making suggestions on things they might consider, and learning more about his neighbors. The character of the town had changed a lot from the day when he had challenged John in the bar.
A third of the families in town consisted of more than two adults. Half of the other families had open marriages. There were still those that held to a conventional marriage, but their marriages tended to be based on more open dialogue than ever existed before. Last year, there hadn't been a single divorce in town. Half of the graduating class from high school was headed to college. Others were stepping into family businesses or had other concrete plans.
As Ed waited in line to get some food, he noticed that people talked to each other. There weren't any pushing, arguing, or nasty comments about the wait. No one tried to cut in line. If a friend came along, a person would move to the end of the line to be with them rather than squeeze the friend at the front of the line. He commented to Wanda, the owner of the flower shop, "You've got to love this town. Have you ever seen people this pleasant in a line before?"
Wanda smiled at Ed and answered, "No. I never thought this town would be more accepting of a Lesbian than a big city."
Ed smiled at her and whispered, "After watching my wives together, I know I don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of changing the mind of a confirmed Lesbian. I think most of the men in town know that now, too."
She laughed and replied, "I think you're right. I haven't heard anyone say that one night with a real man would change my mind in ages."
Leroy came over with Beth and said, "She wants you."
Beth was repeating continuously, "Eh, Eh."
It took just a minute for him to put on the baby sling and get Beth installed in it. She settled down and fell asleep immediately. Her hand was closed around Ed's finger. Wanda looked at the sight and said, "She definitely knows what she likes."
Ed whispered, "It doesn't get any better than this." | 4 |
111,037 | John Carter | He waved to Lily from where she had dropped him off as she drove away in the Winnebago. Lily had been kind enough to drop him off here where he could replenish his supplies and catch a bus. In fact, she had insisted that he visit this particular store, suggesting that he would get outfitted with the items that he would really need. He watched her turn off the main road to one of the back streets. She was followed around the corner by the local Sheriff in his truck.
Three days lost because of the Medallion and the two wonderful, amazing days spent with Lily put him behind schedule. His plan had been to hike to here through the park and then to catch a bus that would take him to the next park he was planning to hike. Having her drop him off here put him back on schedule, and, truth to tell, he wasn't all that upset about missing five days of hiking.
The past two days had been spent in bed with Lily. It seemed like the only time they came out was to eat, but they had also worked the evening shift at the restaurant to allow George and his wife a chance to be together. He remembered the second morning when they had come in for breakfast, how George's wife, Martha, had told them about going to a movie for the first time in twelve years. She was so excited that it had made all of the work worthwhile.
Lily was the most uninhibited woman that he had ever known. She loved giving head and even swallowed his come with great enjoyment. That was a first for him. When she went down on him, her tongue touched all of the right areas. She caressed his balls with a gentle touch that only added to the excitement. She knew when he was about to come and took the opportunity to insert a finger into his ass. The sensation had sent him over the edge. When he looked down at her, she was looking back up at him with his cock in her mouth and a smile in her eyes.
The only negative thing over the past two days was an increasing restlessness at staying in the same place. It was felt by both of them. Something was calling to them, directing them to go in different directions. He had always known the allure of wandering, but he had never felt it to the degree that built within him over the two days with Lily. It drew him on again towards the door of the store.
He walked to the entrance of the store and held the door open for an elderly woman leaving. He entered the store and looked around. Laid out before him was an amazing selection of hiking and camping gear. This was not a normal store. It had everything from arctic to desert gear. There was a dog sled, mule packing gear, and mountain climbing equipment.
As he wandered the aisles amazed at the selection, the proprietor finally caught his attention, "Hey young man, you need to put your pack in one of the lockers at the door."
John replied, "Sorry, I didn't realize. This is amazing. I have never seen so much camping gear in one place!"
The proprietor smiled, "Well, I tend to wander a bit myself, so I stock everything I might need."
John studied the proprietor and guessed he was about seventy years old. He was a short, stocky individual, in excellent shape for a man even half his age. His leathered skin showed the years spent in the sun. Laugh lines around the eyes coupled with the twinkle in them identified him as having a good sense of humor. There was a little tension in his stance as if the man expected John to slip an item or two into his backpack.
John walked over to one of the lockers and put his backpack in it. The proprietor visibly relaxed and suggested, "Let's get you outfitted with what you need. By the way, my name is Jed Hart."
"I'm John Carter."
"Well, John, what do you need?"
"Actually, all I need is a good watch, some water purification pills, and matches."
"I notice that you're packing light. How long do you expecting to be hiking?"
"Well, I just finished a month in the park. I'm taking a bus down to the Big Bend to hike for a month there."
"I'm impressed. Most hikers load up with every little gadget they can get," replied Jed. His respect for John rose. He had sold lots of useless stuff to weekend hikers and didn't have much respect for most of them. He asked, "How do you get by so light?"
"Thanks, I found that carrying those butane gadgets didn't help over a long haul. It is too much weight if you carry enough to last a couple of weeks. Fancy tents are fine, but I like to watch the stars overhead. A simple tarp is enough for rainy nights and it is versatile enough to serve all kinds of uses. When I do carry something, I like it to be high quality, which doesn't mean fancy."
"Smart," replied Jed as he led John to the water purification area. He watched as John looked over the selection carefully before picking out the tablets. They were simple pills packed in a plastic container. There were thirty pills in a package, so he took two. Jed nodded appreciatively as they were the same ones he carried when hiking. He decided the kid knew what he was doing.
He then led John over to the counter. There were matches and watches there. He watched as the kid picked out a simple set of matches with a light coating designed to keep them from crumbling in high humidity conditions. The matches came in a waterproof package.
John pulled the watch from his pocket, "Do you have one like this?"
Jed took the watch from him and noticed that it was generating random numbers. He was not impressed by the radio-controlled watch that set itself from the atomic clock. He expected John to have a more utilitarian watch that was shockproof and waterproof. He looked up at John and asked, "What happened to it? I've never seen one do that before."
"I had a rather strange experience in the park and it started doing that," replied John as a shudder went through his body. He still had not come to grips with the events in the park.
Jed studied John at the mention of a strange experience. He noticed the strangely colored beard and the distant look in the young man's eyes. He had an idea what that strange experience had been. He decided to approach the topic slowly, "Yeah, I have a couple of these. Why did you select this kind of watch?"
"It has more to do with my work than with hiking," replied John. He added, "A more practical watch would probably be better, but again I like to pack light. That goes for the rest of my life as well."
"Reasonable, I suppose," replied the proprietor. He revised his opinion of John upwards again. He pulled out a box that contained an identical watch and set it on the counter. He watched as John checked it out. John fumbled with the instructions and set the time zone on the watch. He watched as the watch finally picked up the signal and set itself. Now it was showing the correct date and time.
"Great, I'll take it."
"Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of," replied John. He looked around the store at all of the goods. It really was an amazing place. He really wanted to spend some more time just wandering through the aisles.
As Jed rang up the purchase, he asked, "By the way, did that unusual experience in the park involve a medallion?"
John started at the mention of the medallion. His hand went immediately to his chest where the medallion hung. He looked up to see a smiling Jed. Jed added, "I thought so. I won't ask for any details."
"Thanks." For some reason, the fact that he didn't have to explain was a great relief. He didn't understand the great reluctance associated with telling the story of what had happened in the woods. It couldn't be the rape; that wasn't enough to explain why his mind shied away from the rest of the experience.
John pulled himself together and paid for his purchases. He put on the watch at the counter as the proprietor disappeared. He walked over to the bin where he had put his pack. He was adding the rest of his purchases to it when the old man returned carrying a walking stick.
"This is yours," stated Jed. He held out the walking stick.
John turned around wondering about what the old man was saying. He hadn't forgotten anything. He noted the walking stick and asked, "Pardon me?"
"I said, this is yours."
John took the walking stick from Jed. It was a work of art. It was five feet in length. The wood was a polished jet black with a brass end-cap on the bottom. The top held a brass frame with a crystal held secure within its grasp. There was what appeared to be an inlaid opal near the top. Three brass rings circled it, spaced evenly along its length. The most surprising thing was its weight. It was relatively heavy. He whistled, "Wow, this is a beauty. I'm afraid it's not mine though."
Jed smiled, "I made it and have been waiting for the right person to give it to. It is yours."
"It's too nice. You should keep it for yourself." John couldn't imagine the amount of work that went into making it.
Jed laughed, "No, I have one of my own.This one is yours. After all, we have one thing in common."
"What's that?"
"A medallion."
"Oh," replied John. He thought about what that meant. He didn't know what to say.
Jed took back the walking stick, stating, "Let me show you some features of this stick. First of all, it is made of ironwood. That is the densest wood there is, and it is practically indestructible. Insects can't eat it, and water won't warp it. It won't nick except under the most extreme circumstances. You can hit a bear across the head with it and know that it won't break."
"You will notice this opal here on the side near the top. Pressing it turns on a light that is refracted by the crystal, giving you a nice sphere of light. The crystal is a Herkimer Diamond. Even though they call it a diamond, it is actually a piece of quartz. The light is located below the crystal and is powered by batteries that are recharged by simple up and down movements of the staff. Using the staff as you walk is sufficient to recharge the batteries. This is very useful in caves or when you absolutely must hike at night."
Jed pressed the button, and a soft glow came from the crystal at the top of the staff. John interrupted, "That is brilliant!"
"There's more," replied Jed. He added, "It can be taken apart into three sections by unscrewing it just below the brass rings. The staff is hollowed out so that you can carry things in it. It makes it light enough to be useful. I'll let you decide what you want to put in there."
"Thank you very much. Will you accept anything for it?" asked John, very taken aback by the walking stick.
"No, it is time for you to leave now. You have far to go and so little time to get there," replied Jed as he returned the walking stick. As John accepted it, it was as though a shock passed from Jed to him. Jed walked away, leaving a very confused young man staring at his back.
John stood there for a second, trying to make sense of the old man's behavior. He realized that Jed wasn't comfortable with praise. He decided that the least he could do was give him a minor blessing, and then whispered, "May the Gods and Goddesses watch and take care of you."
Swinging his backpack onto his back, John headed out of the store. He was leaving as the Sheriff walked up to the store. He held the door open for the man, giving him a short nod of his head in greeting. The Sheriff returned his nod.
John stopped and considered his options. Many little stores lined the street, but nothing looked like a bus station. He considered each store, trying to decide which would be the best to ask for directions. There were a couple of clothing stores, a little restaurant, a hardware store, and a convenience store. He was surprised that there wasn't a feed store, but that might be on the next street over. He felt drawn to the convenience store. He considered going back into the sporting goods store to ask the Sheriff, but the idea of imposing on Jed again made him a little uncomfortable.
He walked to the convenience store down the street to locate the bus stop. It was a small town, and he was sure that whoever worked in the store would know the answer. He would get a soft drink as an excuse for being in the store. He didn't drink them very often, but it was a warm day, and it would be nice for a change.
Using the walking stick seemed completely natural; it felt as if he had been using it his entire life. In use, the weight of the stick disappeared. He wondered why he had not used one before now. In a way, he felt as though it made him complete.
He entered the convenience store. The first thing that he noticed was the young blonde-haired girl behind the counter. Her hair was cut short, and she had it styled in spikes. She was the first one wearing her hair that way that he found attractive. He wondered what the name of that hairstyle was. She looked nineteen or so, with a nice figure. He wondered for a moment if her breasts were real, as they looked too big for the rest of her slim body. When she smiled in his direction, it was as if the whole room lit up. He smiled back and nodded.
Looking around the store, he spotted the soft drinks. The aisle was rather narrow, and getting at the drinks with the walking stick was awkward. He set it down. He slid open one of the doors to the refrigeration unit and knelt down to get one of the drinks off the bottom shelf. It took him a minute to get it out of the shelf. It was lodged in that area where the glass doors overlapped. He stood and let the door slide closed. It made a satisfying thud. He didn't remember picking up the walking stick, but it was in his hand.
As he made his way to the front of the store, he noticed a very dirty kid, about twenty, standing in front of the register. His long and greasy hair was stringy. His clothes were filthy and ripped at the knees and elbows. They hung loosely off his body.
As John approached, he could smell him. The young girl looked terrified. It took John a moment to realize that the kid was holding a gun pointed at the girl. He continued to walk towards the counter while studying the kid. He noticed that the kid's crotch was tented, and he realized that the kid was getting sexually excited by the thought of killing her.
As the kid raised the gun, John reacted before he could even rationally think about what he was doing. He ran to get between the girl and the kid. Time slowed to a crawl, and he became aware of minutia in his surroundings. As he moved, he observed the box of Cracker Jacks on the shelf. The little logo announcing a toy surprise inside brought back memories of childhood. The details were sharp, and the colors overly bright. A few steps later, it was a stain on the dirty linoleum floor that caught his attention. Like an inkblot in a psychological test, it made him think of a butterfly and wonder what a psychologist would make of that. Another step, and he looked at the face of the kid. There was a zit on the side of his nose. The kid's eyes were focused on the girl. He wasn't even aware that John was in the room. He could see the kid's finger starting to squeeze the trigger on the pistol.
Just as he got between the girl and the kid, the gun fired. The strange sense of time dilation held, and he swore he could see the bullet as it traveled towards him. As the bullet tore through his shoulder, he spun, and the walking stick swung in a wide arc. In slow motion, he fell towards the counter. The front was stocked with all kinds of gum and candies. There was nothing he could do to stop his fall. He hit headfirst on the edge of the counter. Just before losing consciousness, he thought that it was odd that he hadn't heard a sound from the moment that the door to the soft drinks had slid shut to now. It was the last thing that he remembered in the convenience store.
Floating in a sea of warmth and tranquility, he looked down on his own body as it lay on an operating table. He watched dispassionately as the doctor and a nurse worked feverishly to restart his heart. Turning, he could see the other world. He moved towards it and found his way blocked by the woman from the park. She shook her head and pointed to his body behind him. He nodded and reluctantly returned.
On waking, it felt like he had stepped into a bright light. He flinched as he looked around with blurred vision and a fogged mind. Nothing was clear enough to make out. His body felt heavy on him. The medallion lay on his chest, pressing him into the bed with its weight. A black shape blocked the light in his eyes. He shut his eyes and then opened them again, forcing them to focus. His confused brain finally patched together the details; he was looking at a black man. He croaked out, "Is she okay?"
His attempt to communicate was not very successful. He struggled to pull himself together and tried again, "Is... she... okay?"
"You're okay. I'm glad you're awake," the black man replied. The man's voice was very deep and resonant with a strong southern accent.
John tried again with longer pauses between words, "Now... Is... she... okay?"
A puzzled look passed over the face of the man, and then he realized what John was asking. He answered, "Ah, you're asking if she's okay?"
"Uh-huh," replied John, wondering what was wrong with his mouth. He waited for a reply.
"You'll have to talk to the Sheriff about that. Right about now, you might want a little sip of water to clear out that cottonmouth," he answered. The face disappeared from view for a moment and then returned. He held up a little glass with a bendable straw in it. He placed the straw at John's mouth and stated, "Now, you take little sips or you'll get sick."
Taking a small sip alleviated the dryness in his mouth. He had a little trouble swallowing, but guessed that would be normal. The second sip seemed to help restore his energy. He tried talking again, "Thanks."
His voice was a little clearer, and the nurse answered in his deep voice, "No problem! This is the third time you woke up, and this is the first time you spoke anything except a moan."
"I don't want to complain, but aren't you supposed to be a brunette with a big bust, top unbuttoned one button too many, short white skirt, garters and white stockings, and threatening me with an anal thermometer?"
The nurse's laughter rang out. It was loud enough and lasted long enough to bring another nurse in the room. With tears running down his face, he answered, "Shit, you're feeling fine. Don't you think I'd look ridiculous with my hair dyed brunette and wearing that outfit?"
The other nurse discreetly left the room to get the doctor. It was only a minute later before he arrived. He was the perfect Dr. Marcus Welby type, but lacked the bedside manner.Before John even had a chance to react to his arrival, the doctor was prodding and probing various parts of his body. The stethoscope was absurdly cold, and John's reaction to it prompted a glare from the doctor. He finally stepped back and stated the sound that all patients hate, "Hmm."
"So, doc, am I gonna live or will I die again?"
"You died before?" asked the doctor after he regained his composure. The question had really taken him aback.
"In the operating room. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, I do. I just didn't know if you had been told or not," the doctor answered as he glared at the nurse.
"No one told me. I was there and remember it."
"Of course," answered the doctor. He was very disturbed by this conversation. He knew about many studies that suggested that patients who had died and then been resuscitated often remembered dying, but he had never believed it.
"So, will I live?"
"I think so. You are healing much faster than I expected. In fact, I didn't expect you to wake up for another couple of hours." The doctor was surprised at the state of health of his patient. Only four hours before, he had died after suffering a gunshot that had caused him to lose too much blood and a very nasty concussion. Now the patient was talking and acting as if he had just been to a summer social. This was weird, and as a man at the end of a long career of practicing medicine, he didn't trust weird.
"Can the police interview me now?" asked John. His concern about the young lady had returned, "I want to find out if she is okay."
"The Sheriff is outside," answered the doctor. He turned to the black nurse, "Get the Sheriff."
"By the way, I'm John Carter. What are your names?"
"I'm Dr. Simpson, the one and only doctor in this whole area," replied the doctor. He abruptly turned and left the room.
The nurse who had been standing in the background looked around rather nervously. She hated it when the doctor did that. She was usually left explaining his behavior to rather angry patients. John smiled at her and asked, "Your name?"
"My name is Lucy," she answered and then added, "Don't mind the doctor. He's overworked. He was about to get some rest when you were brought in."
"Well, Nurse Lucy, don't worry about that. I've worked with a lot of people that are far stranger than him."
She smiled at the comment. At least this patient seemed to understand. His physical condition after such an ordeal was truly amazing. She stepped closer to the patient and commented, "You really do look fantastic."
John was about to reply when the Sheriff entered the room behind the black nurse. Lucy discreetly stepped out of the room with a nod to the black nurse. John looked over at the Sheriff and asked, "How is she? Is she okay?"
The Sheriff answered stiffly, "Look, I'll ask the questions if you don't mind."
Taken aback and wondering what had happened after he lost consciousness, John shrugged, "Okay."
"First, tell me about what happened as you know it."
John relayed the whole story, at least as he knew it. He was as thorough as he could be. He left out the time dilation effect. No one would believe that aspect of his experience. The Sheriff listened and didn't say a word. He jotted down notes capturing the essence of the story. When John finished, the Sheriff asked, "At what point did you realize that he was going to shoot the girl?"
John shook his head and thought back. He answered, "You know, as I was walking towards the counter, I noticed that the guy had an erection. I mean, this is sick, his pants were tented. I thought that he was thinking of raping her, but then I realized that he was moving away and pointing the gun at her. I realized that the idea of shooting her was sexually exciting him. Can you imagine anything so sick in your whole life?"
The Sheriff shook his head and then asked, "You had never seen him before?"
"No. I didn't notice him when I came in, and I didn't see him come in the store after I had entered."
"Did you ever see the girl behind the counter before?"
"No, sir."
"Yet you ran in between her and the gunman without any thought for yourself?"
"Sure. Anyone would have."
The Sheriff shook his head and looked at the notes he had taken. They confirmed what the surveillance camera had recorded. His daughter had been too upset to tell her side of what had happened. He shook his head, "Well, you are wrong. That guy has done the same thing before today. You are the first to have done anything, even though you aren't the only one who has witnessed him doing it."
"I'm sure they had mitigating circumstances. Too old, too young, or sick or something."
"He's done it eight times before today."
"Eight times? I hope you caught him," answered John with a concerned look on his face. He added, "It wouldn't be good for someone like that to escape."
The Sheriff stared at the young man in the bed. He could hardly believe this guy was for real. He answered, "Oh yeah, we caught him. He was laid out on the floor where you had knocked him out with your staff."
"That was an accident. Is the girl okay?" asked John. He had no idea that he had struck the guy with his walking stick. Talk about luck, this was it.
"Yes, she's fine."
"Thank the Gods and Goddesses," replied John. He breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the Sheriff, "You have no idea what a relief it is to know she's okay. I've been worried that I was too late to help her."
"Oh, I have a good idea," replied the Sheriff.
"I guess as Sheriff, those kinds of situations come up regularly for you."
"Not really," replied the Sheriff. He had been in law enforcement ever since he had gotten out of the military. He had never been in a showdown situation with a criminal like that. He changed the subject, "You're going to have to come here and testify at his trial. I've gotten the information I need to contact you from your driver's license."
"Oh, that information is changing. I just finished my Masters and will be starting my Doctorate in the fall. I don't have an address yet, but I'll be at the University of Texas. I can give you my parents' address and telephone number. That would be best, they always know where I am."
The Sheriff indicated his approval at the plan and took down the information. Finished with that little detail, he stated, "Did you know there was a reward for that guy?"
"No."
"Well, I've given you credit for capturing the guy, so you'll be getting the reward."
John was silent for a minute as he thought about the reward. On one hand, it was money, and as a student, he could always use a little more cash. On the other hand, there was the woman from the park. He didn't know what role she had in this, but he had the definite feeling that she wouldn't approve. He frowned, "I don't really feel comfortable taking a reward. I'll tell you what, why don't you get that money divided amongst the families of the other victims of that guy? I'm sure they can use the money. Oh, and give a little bit to the girl; maybe enough to go out for a good meal or a nice dress or something. I'm sure she was traumatized a bit by the events."
The Sheriff looked at the young man lying in the bed. If he weren't a suspicious person, he wouldn't have believed this kid's story at all. However, he had all the evidence before anything had happened that this kid was different. He couldn't believe how different.
He had seen Lily drop him off outside of Jed's place. Concerned for her future safety, he pulled her over after she had gotten around the corner. He had wanted to lecture her about picking up hitchhikers. Instead, she had told him about John. She related how he had covered for George at the diner while George had taken a little time off with his wife for a change. He could tell that Lily was quite taken with him.
He had stopped by Jed's place later. Jed had been cryptic in his comments, but the gist of it had been to leave the kid alone. Actually, he had stated that John Carter was destined for great things; he was not to interfere with the kid's destiny. It was at that point that he had gotten the call from his daughter.
He stated, "My daughter will appreciate that."
"Your daughter?"
"Yes, the girl in the store is my daughter."
"Oh, I didn't know. Give her my regards and tell her I'm glad that she's okay."
The Sheriff shook his head. He knew his daughter too well. The damn kid had the morals of an alley cat. She would thank this kid in her own way. He disapproved of just about everything she did, but there was very little he could do about it. He still loved his little girl. He was about to thank John for his actions, but was interrupted, "Well, I guess as Sheriff, you have a lot of work to do. I guess you'll be back to ask more questions?"
"No, but it would be nice if you could stop by the office before leaving town."
John nodded, "Sure, I can do that. Thanks for coming by and letting me know that she's okay."
The Sheriff left feeling like he had lost control of the situation. The young man's politeness was quite disarming. He was definitely going to check with the University of Texas to assure himself that the kid was telling the truth. It was just very strange. The kid throws himself in front of a bullet to protect someone that he doesn't even know, dies and comes back, and then acts like it was nothing more than helping someone fix a flat tire. As a law officer, he had been exposed to the bad sides of too many people that appeared nice and upstanding. To find someone that didn't appear to have a bad side was not normal. It just didn't feel right.
John watched the door close behind the Sheriff and then turned to the black nurse. He asked, "By the way, I'm John. What's your name?"
The black man laughed, "I'm John. Nice to meet you, John.""John smiled, "Well, Nurse John, I was hoping that when you came back with the Sheriff, your hair would be dyed blond and you'd be all dolled up!"
The nurse laughed heartily. He was used to dealing with grumpy patients, and to have a friendly one for a change was nice. He answered, "You never know. I might come here tomorrow all dressed up!"
"Do you think we can get all of this plumbing pulled off of me?" asked John as he nodded to the tube running into his arm.
"The doc will be back in an hour to check on you again. You can ask him then. For now, I suggest that we both make ourselves comfortable."
"Oh, so are you going to stay here all day?"
"Standard practice here for concussion patients. We don't have all of that fancy monitoring gear here, so you're stuck with me."
"Well, maybe you could help me dial a call to my parents."
"Sure thing, I bet they'll be happy to hear from you."
They worked out the details for dialing the number, and Nurse John ended up holding the telephone to John's ear. "Hello Mom!"
There was a pause.
"I'm fine. I was shot and died, but I'm feeling much better now. In fact, I feel great."
Nurse John rolled his eyes. He could only imagine the effect those words would have on the guy's mother. He could only hear the one end of the conversation.
"No, really."
"Well, you don't have to come here. I'll probably be out of the hospital before you can get here."
"Nah, no need. I've got plenty of money and I'm still covered by health insurance."
"Oh, by the way. You might tell Doug that I'm at this great little hospital here in the country. It is next to a national park with great hiking trails. You might ask if he wants to come out here and see me. Who knows, he might be able to get a job here!"
"Oh, the doctor here has all the personality of a wood fence. He and Doug would get along great!"
Nurse John rolled his eyes. This end of the conversation was surreal. He had heard all kinds of descriptions of the doctor, but this one was probably the most accurate. He wondered what kind of person would get along great with the doctor.
"Okay, I'll give the phone to Nurse John and he can give you the details."
"Sure, I'll let you know what I decide to do next."
"Okay, bye. Here's John."
John looked up at the nurse and stated, "She wants to talk to you."
Nurse John spent the next ten minutes talking to John's mother. He couldn't believe how calm she was about the whole situation. If he had told his mother that he had died, she would have screamed and immediately flown here. Instead, the entire conversation was about the possibility of Doug getting a job in the hospital as a doctor. When he had mentioned that John was okay, she said that she knew that. He wouldn't have said he felt okay if it hadn't been true. He decided that white families must be very different from his.
After hanging up the telephone, he turned to his patient, "You got shot and died, but you're feeling better now! How can you break the news to your mother that way?"
"She would have been upset about any other way that I could have put it." | 4 |
111,079 | Thunder and Lightening | Having delivered their message to the two boys, Mr. Atkins turned and started to walk away. Robert Benson came out of the house and stared at the back of the old man. He shouted, "This is my fucking neighborhood and I'll kill you if you fuck with me."
Jerry turned to stare at the greasy little man as his muscles tensed, making him look even larger. There was raw, unadulterated hate in his eyes as he stared at the slimy bastard. Robert looked at him and snarled, "Your lease is terminated."
Kenny looked at Jerry and said, "You're a fucking dead man. Don't think I've forgotten about you."
Jerry was about to reply when Mr. Atkins shouted over his shoulder, "Ya been warned."
Mr. Atkins continued to walk away. Otis and Henry slowly turned to follow. Jerry paused to look each of the three drug dealers in the eye to let them know that they were serious. He turned to join the other men, only a step and a half ahead of him.
Kenny stared at the back of the large man, angered that he would be discounted so easily. As he pulled a gun, he screamed, "Fuck you!"
Jerry hadn't taken more than one step when there was a loud pop behind him, followed by the feeling that someone had kicked him on the left shoulder blade. Incredulous that anyone would dare hit him, he turned to see which of the three had that kind of nerve.
Kenny held a gun in his hand, staring at Jerry, unable to believe that the guy hadn't fallen to the ground. Upon seeing the gun, the rage within cackled as strength flowed into Jerry's body. His left arm didn't work correctly, but he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the hand holding the gun. Giving a shout, he threw Kenny all the way to the street, feeling the kid's arm come loose from the socket and bones cracking from the strength of his grip.
Kenny bounced before coming to a stop and lay there in the middle of the street. Otis waddled over and stood on the kid's stomach as he looked down on him. He didn't care if the kid could breathe or not. With a growl, he said, "You done fucked up, boy."
When Kenny had flown through the air past Mr. Atkins, the old man had turned to find out what had happened behind him. He looked at the red spot on the back of Jerry and realized that the big man had been shot. In a voice that carried down the block, Mr. Atkins shouted, "911."
At the other end of the porch, Henry was throwing Joe against the wall as a gun fell to his feet. Terrified at the look on Henry's face, Joe was screaming at the top of his lungs, hoping that someone would come to his rescue.
Jerry turned to face the landlord now that the rage within had awakened fully. This time, the pain had left it totally unfettered. Free from control and restraint, the rage screamed, "Destroy!"
Robert, with a snarl fixed on his face, stared Jerry right in the eye as he fired his pistol at nearly point-blank range. The bullet entered Jerry's abdomen, hitting the place within which his rage lived. Shocked, Jerry felt the rage scream as his lifeblood drained away and his strength started to ebb. The rage, with its last gasp, took over.
His head ached in time to a steady beeping noise that wouldn't stop. He tried to open his eyes, but they didn't obey his commands. He wished the beeping sound would stop or, at least, get quieter. He heard other noises, the soft squeak of tennis shoes on linoleum, the whisper of hose-encased thighs rubbing together, and a nervous cough from a distance away. He wondered where he was.
Knowing that he couldn't live the rest of his life with his eyes closed, he gave another attempt to open them and succeeded. A bright light forced him to close them immediately. After a second, he tried again, finding that the light wasn't so bright. His eyelids fluttered before he became accustomed to the light. Everything was fuzzy, and he still couldn't tell where he was.
Exhausted from the effort, he closed his eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep. It was the kind of sleep where one isn't exactly conscious of what was going on around them, but not deep enough to be totally unaware. Time passed, but he had no way of knowing how much time had passed. He slept, experiencing bizarre dreams where Jenny talked to him about Bill.
He opened his eyes again, fighting the brightness of the light in the room. A low growl assaulted his ears, making him wonder if there was a wild animal in the room until he realized that he was making the noise. The damn beeping noises continued unabated. He tried to lift his head, but the effort was too much for him. He emitted another low groan.
Bill came over to the bed and looked down at his father with a worried look on his face. As concern battled with excitement at the change in condition of his father, he said, "You're awake."
His mouth and throat wouldn't work enough to give an answer. He felt weak as a baby. This was such a weird sensation that he didn't know what to do. Bill watched his father struggle to answer and said, "I've called the nurse."
A large woman came into the room and checked his vital signs, talking to him the entire time. It was too much of an effort to follow what she was saying, and he stopped trying. He turned his attention back to Bill, seeing the worried look on his face. A straw appeared in front of his face as the nurse said, "Take a small sip."
Jerry tried, but most of the water ran out of his mouth. The little that made it down his throat only wet his thirst rather than relieving it. He made a second try with better results. When he went to make a third try, the nurse pulled the straw away from his mouth. He couldn't lift his head to follow it.
Bill said, "Jenny is here, but she stepped outside for a minute to talk to your doctor."
There was nothing more Jerry wanted than to learn how his son was doing, but his tongue felt swollen, and any attempt at talking resulted in the generation of random noises. His back and stomach hurt as the memory of what had happened slowly returned. He couldn't remember anything past the moment when he was shot in the stomach. Only now did he realize that he had also been shot in the back.
A woman wearing a white coat came over the bed and examined a chart while looking at him. Bill said, "He hasn't said anything. Is he okay?"
The woman ignored Bill as she played a flashlight in front of Jerry's eyes. The bright light hurt. She smiled over at Bill as she said, "The infection is lessening, and he is awake. That is a good sign."
When the woman moved, Jerry could see that Jenny had been standing behind her. He tried to say something, but all that came out was more noise. Frustrated, he frowned and gave up. Searching inside, he sought to find the rage, hoping that he could tap into its strength, but there was nothing in the pit of his stomach except pain.
He closed his eyes, wanting to gather his strength, but he fell asleep again. This time his sleep was more restful, and his awakening less jarring. When his eyes opened, he looked around the room. This time it was dark, and he was alone in the room. A cough welled up in his chest, and when it burst loose, he thought his entire body was getting ripped apart. He shouted in response to the pain, an act that hurt almost as much as the cough.
The loud noises emerging from the room brought a nurse. She looked at him and could see the sweat on his face and stepped over to feel his forehead. His fever had returned. She left the room to get the doctor. A middle-aged black man wearing a white coat entered the room and examined Jerry with the typical distant manner common to doctors. He asked, "Have you got your voice back yet?"
The question gave Jerry pause, as he hadn't tried to say anything. Opening his mouth, he croaked, "Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital," replied the doctor. Turning to the nurse, he requested additional antibiotics.
The answer prodded his brain into working harder. It only made sense that he would be in a hospital after getting shot. He asked, "How long have I been here?"
"Eight days," replied the doctor as he looked over the chart. Glancing up, he said, "You're lucky to be alive. Not many people can get shot four times and survive."
The news was too much for Jerry to take. How could he lay in a hospital bed for eight days? He had been shot four times? He only remembered the one shot to the stomach by that scum landlord. His eyes closed as he tried to reconstruct what had happed to him, but there were major blanks in his memory. Once again, he fell asleep.
It was daylight when he woke and raised his head to see his situation. His left arm was bound up in a cast, while his right arm was filled with needles, tubes, and wires. A tube under his nose itched. A noise attracted his attention, and he looked in the direction from which it had originated. Mr. Atkins, dressed in a suit and tie, sat in the chair watching Jerry.
In a very rough and broken voice, Jerry asked, "How are you doing, Mr. Atkins?"
"I's doin' good," replied the elderly black man. Shaking his head as he looked over Jerry, he said, "Looks like you'se doin' betta."
"What happened?"
Mr. Atkins said, "Day shot you sumtin' bad. Ya tore dem up good.""I'd say they tore me up good," Jerry coughed a couple of times. Each cough was accompanied by pain that shot through his back, chest, and abdomen. He had a sour taste in his mouth that threatened to make him sick to his stomach.
Mr. Atkins chuckled at the comment and shook his head. He replied, "If'n ya thinks ya looks bad, ya shoulda seen dem. Dem doctors couldn't put dat cracka back ta'gather."
Despite knowing that Mr. Atkins was well respected in the community, Jerry really wished that he spoke better. His heavy accent and strange pronunciation made it almost impossible to understand what the old man was saying. Less a question than a statement, Jerry asked, "I killed him?"
"Yessa, ya killed em. Da cracka and da dealer."
Jerry's stomach clenched at the idea of having killed two men. The action caused a wave of pain to shoot through his body. He must have killed Kenny when he threw him to the street. Jerry said, "I didn't want to hurt anyone."
"Sheet, ya saved ma life," the old man said while shaking his head at the memory of that afternoon. Jerry had stepped between him and the gun, stopping a bullet in the process. He'd never thought that a white man would do something like that for him. "Ya took da bullet fer me."
Trying to follow what Mr. Atkins was saying nearly drove Jerry crazy. All the talk about taking a bullet for the old man didn't make sense. He didn't remember anything like that happening. Even though it hurt to talk, he said, "I don't remember anything."
Mr. Atkins stood and walked over to the bed. Standing there, he looked down at Jerry and said, "Thank ya."
Not knowing what he was getting thanked for, Jerry replied, "You're welcome."
Turning away from the bed, the old black man shuffled out of the room without saying another word. Jerry was left wondering if he was under arrest for killing two men. He really hadn't meant to kill Kenny. All he had wanted to do was disarm him.
A nurse came in after she had figured out that Mr. Atkins was telling her that Jerry was awake. She held up a cup with a straw for him to drink. The cool water soothed his throat. After several sips, he asked, "What time is it?"
"It's a little after four. Your other visitors should be here soon," answered the nurse with a smile as she adjusted things around the bed. She said, "We'll be moving you out of intensive care tomorrow."
"Where will I be going?" asked Jerry, wondering what was going to happen to him. He watched what she was doing, but didn't understand half of the actions she performed.
"I imagine a private or semi-private room," answered the nurse. She finished what she was doing and asked, "Would you like to watch television?"
"Sure," replied Jerry, thinking it would help pass the time.
The nurse left the room after turning on the television to a cable news station. It was time for the economic news, and he watched it, feeling that it was incredibly boring. As the news crew droned on endlessly about the health of various companies, he considered his situation. Not remembering what had happened convinced him that it was pretty dire.
Bill came into the room and shouted, "Hey, Dad. You're awake."
"Hi Bill. How are you doing?"
"Me? I'm fine. What about you?" asked Bill, surprised that his dad was worried about him. He had worried about his father from the moment that he had heard the gunfire. Martin had kept him from running down the street to his father.
"I don't know. Nobody has told me anything," answered Jerry. He added, "I've been worried about you. Where have you been staying?"
Bill smiled, it was reassuring to know that his father continued to think about him even in his current condition. He answered, "I've been staying at home with Henry. Abe's mom takes me to school, and Jenny has been picking me up."
"That's nice of them. I hope that you haven't been giving them any trouble."
"Only a little, but nothing they can't handle," Bill joked with a wink. Henry was so much like his father that it was scary. He had the same sense of responsibility.
Jerry chuckled, but it hurt enough to choke it off. He asked, "How's school going?"
"It's fine. Made an A on my test yesterday. Sitting here watching you sleep gave me a lot of time to study. Woody, Sandy, and Larry have really been great," answered Bill. While his father had been in the hospital, they had worked hard to cheer him up. He had spent one night with Woody over the weekend, and they had played video games most of the time. It had been a nice break from sitting in his house worrying about his father. Sighing, he added, "Everyone's been great, but I've missed you."
"I'm sorry to have worried you," said Jerry. A noise by the door attracted Jerry's attention, and he looked over in that direction seeking the source. Jenny, watching with moist eyes, was waiting at the door, allowing the father and son to talk. He called over to her, "Come in."
"Maybe I'll go out in the hall so she can say hello properly," said Bill with a lopsided grin as he made kissing noises.
Jenny came in and hugged Bill with a naturalness that said it wasn't the first time she had hugged him. In a teasing voice, she said, "The last time I tried that, he fell asleep on me."
"That's right. You must be old news by now," replied Bill, teasing Jenny. During the time when his father had been in the hospital, the two of them had come to know each other very well.
Giggling, Jenny said, "You rascal. I'll get you back for that."
"I'm sorry about falling asleep on you. I don't know what was the matter with me," replied Jerry. He had a hazy memory of that event. He coughed again, wondering what was the matter with him that he was coughing so much.
"I'll forgive you, but you'll have to beg a bit," said Jenny with a smile. The smile faded as she said, "You were in pretty bad shape. At first, it was the wounds, but then septicemia settled in your abdomen. Once you got through that, you came down with pneumonia. It was pretty touch and go there for a while."
"I hope that I didn't worry you."
"Worry me? You get shot four times and I'm not supposed to worry?" Jenny's voice rose, giving testimony to her emotions as days of worry swept over her. She took a deep breath to get control over her emotions and said, "I'm sorry. I was so worried about you."
Jerry didn't know what to say to Jenny. He felt bad that she had worried about him, but the idea that she cared so much about him felt so comforting. Eyes misting, he said, "It's nice that you worried about me. Never experienced that before."
The comment tore at Jenny and Bill. She tightened her hug on Bill, comforting them both. Bill said, "A lot of people worried about you. Henry has been here every night, and Mr. Atkins has been here during the day. All of the Spencers have come by every chance they get."
The three talked about what had been happening over the past few days. Jerry continued to be weak, his concentration wavering when he grew tired. Over the course of the conversation, he didn't learn any more about what had happened that afternoon, but he did learn more about the arrangements that had been made for Bill. Several hours passed before Jenny left, saying that Martin and Henry would be coming by to pick up Bill. She kissed him goodbye.
Henry arrived at the hospital and entered the room. Looking over at Jerry, he asked, "Ain't it about time for you to get your scrawny ass out of that bed?"
Despite the pain, Jerry laughed and retorted, "Look at who is calling who scrawny."
Coming to stand by Bill, Henry put a hand on the kid's shoulder and asked, "Would you mind getting some coffee for us?"
Bill looked up at the big man, realizing that he wanted to talk with his father in private, and answered, "Sure."
After Bill left, Henry looked at Jerry and said, "Mr. Atkins told me you didn't remember what happened. He thought you would like to hear the story from me."
"Thank God. I've been wondering what happened."
Henry told the story from the very beginning, covering the parts that Jerry remembered and adding details that he hadn't realized at the time. After Kenny had shot him in the back, he had thrown Kenny into the street. Kenny had suffered a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. When Otis had stood on Kenny, he had broken a couple of the kid's ribs.
Henry said that Joe had pulled a gun on him, and he had thrown the kid against the wall a couple of times. Joe ended up with a concussion as a result of the treatment. Henry had just turned when he saw Robert pull a pistol and shoot Jerry. He had watched in shock as Jerry picked up Robert with a single hand and threw him head first into the dirt.
It seemed for the moment as though everything was quiet. Mr. Atkins had come up to see what damage had been done when two other men had come out of the house with guns. Jerry had reacted by stepping between them and Mr. Atkins, taking a third bullet in the process. This had been to the gut as well. Even after getting shot, he had thrown one of the men to Henry. Jerry had hit the last man with a backhanded blow to the head that had snapped the neck just before he collapsed from a final bullet to the leg.
The cops had arrived about the time that Jerry had dispatched the final gunman. Panic had reigned after that as neighbors came running out of their houses, protesting the arrests of everyone, including Henry, Otis, and Mr. Atkins. Things had been heating up until Mr. Atkins had silenced the crowd with a single shout, giving control back to the police.
The investigation had lasted most of the day, with the police finding significant quantities of drugs in the house. Mr. Atkins made the case that the men had gone to ask them to close the crack house when the boys had opened fire upon them. The police had been satisfied with the evidence and released them without taking them away.The paramedics had treated Jerry as soon as the ambulance arrived. Things had been touch and go for a long time. The gunshot wounds had torn up his abdomen. His intestines had been hit, and that had led to a major infection. His stomach had been shot, and the bullet responsible had just barely missed his spine.
Jerry listened to the story, amazed at what had happened. He knew that there had been another casualty of which Henry wasn't aware. The rage within had died during the fight. He didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. It had been with him his entire life.
Henry said that Bill had tried to come to his rescue when the first gunshot had been fired, but Martin had held him back, receiving a black eye in the process. Martin had understood and wasn't angry, sure he would have fought just as hard to come to the rescue of his mother.
The update had reassured Jerry significantly. At least he had acted out of self-defense, only losing control over the rage after getting shot and having a second gun pulled on him. He said, "Thanks, Henry. You're a good friend taking care of me and Bill like this."
"Hey, no problem. You kept a lot of us from getting killed," replied Henry. He was silent for a moment and then said, "They had planned to kill Mr. Atkins, but Kenny decided to shoot you first."
Bill returned with two cups of coffee, handing one to Henry before sipping from one himself. He sat down and asked, "Did you tell him about Martin?"
"Yes, I did."
"I was sorry afterwards, but he wouldn't let me come to help you. He says that he understands, but I feel real bad about it."
"You tried to protect me, and he tried to protect you. That's what friends do. They protect each other," replied Jerry, receiving a nod of approval from Henry. The look on Bill's face suggested that was exactly what he needed to hear.
It was an hour later that Henry left with Bill, saying that they had to eat dinner and get back to the house. Martin stopped by the hospital. It wasn't until he had seen Martin that Jerry even gave a thought to work. Martin told him that they had hired Carlos just in time, but that Mr. Sinclair had come down to help manage the store while he was in the hospital. In response to the news, Jerry asked, "What does Mr. Sinclair say about this mess?"
"He hasn't said anything to me. He was impressed with the shape that the store was in when he came in. Mentioned something about it being one of the best run stores in the chain," answered Martin. Mr. Sinclair had arrived with the expectation that the store would be a shambles. Instead, he had found Martin taking orders, Mike pulling them, and Karen going over the inventory. The paperwork in the office was up to date.
"Well, I hope he doesn't fire me."
A voice from the door interrupted them, as Mr. Sinclair entered the room and said, "Read the newspaper article about the event. Either you have a good publicist or people in your neighborhood really like you."
"Must be the former," Jerry joked and tried to laugh, but the pain in his stomach stopped him.
"I doubt that." Mr. Sinclair moved over to one of the chairs and sat down to watch Jerry. The big man had surprised him. A year ago, an ex-employee was ready to sue him for creating a hostile workplace. Now the people who worked for him backed him to the hilt. Before it had looked like a normal store, but now it sparkled. The employees were talented and confident of their abilities. They didn't hide their mistakes or blame others for problems.
Jerry asked, "How is the store doing?"
"Busy. Carlos was able to pick up another repair shop as a customer. Karen has the inventory system ready to go for daily use. She's populated the database and is training Abe and Sammy how to check in stock when it arrives. I was really impressed with her setup," answered Mr. Sinclair. He had been pleased when he learned how Jerry had handled the whole situation. He had not only given Karen the responsibility for installing the system, but had given her the authority as well.
"She's a smart woman," replied Jerry. He smiled as he said, "We'll see if she can train this old dog on how to use the system."
"Seems to me that you'll have lots of time to read the instruction manual now," said the boss with a chuckle. Jerry wasn't used to hearing Mr. Sinclair joke. Getting serious, he said, "Your staff is pretty sharp. I particularly enjoy Abe, he's a good hard worker."
Martin smiled at the assessment of his brother. His brother had been growing up a lot over the past year. His grades had improved, and he was taking his responsibilities much more seriously. As a result, he had developed a sense of self that allowed him to resist peer pressure. His choice of a motorcycle had demonstrated that independence of thought. He commented, "Jerry has been a good influence on him. He's rebuilding an antique Indian Motorcycle."
Jerry had forgotten about that and asked, "He got it?"
"Yeah, it's a real wreck."
Mr. Sinclair sat back and asked, "What is the deal with restoring all these old vehicles?"
After glancing at Jerry, Martin answered, "I don't know about Jerry, but it is an important lesson for Abe and me. We live in a neighborhood filled with old junk and felt hopeless that we didn't have anything new. Jerry helped me rebuild that Caddy, and all of a sudden I had taken something worthless and turned it into something that was very valuable. In the process, I learned a valuable skill and a lot about myself."
Mr. Sinclair thought about it and realized that Jerry had used the cars as a way of teaching self-respect. He replied, "I never thought about it that way."
The three talked some more, but Jerry was having trouble following the conversation. His eyelids kept fluttering as he fought off the desire to fall asleep. After a while, he lost the battle and nodded off.
Martin looked over at Jerry and said, "He's fallen asleep."
"Yeah," replied Mr. Sinclair. He looked at Jerry in the bed. The big man looked a lot smaller and much more vulnerable now. He asked, "Tell me something. How do you really feel working for him?"
"I'm probably the wrong guy to ask about that," replied Martin.
"Why?"
"I can't separate how I feel about him outside of work and at work," replied the young black man. Less than a year ago, he had been unemployed. Now he had a job, a new car, his mother had a new car, and he had savings. The two cars were a result of work performed outside of the job.
"I guess you like him."
"Oh yes. In a way, he's the father that I never had. He always has a positive word of support when things aren't going well. He uses a low-pressure sales approach, giving advice only when asked and not expecting me to follow it. He's strong, but is scared to death of misusing that strength. I think that is a good thing," replied Martin in a thoughtful manner. He wondered where this conversation was heading.
"Would you say he's a good leader?"
"I'm not sure what that means," answered Martin as he thought about it. Leadership was a rather different kind of concept in his neighborhood. Most of the leaders were people that were strong enough to force their point of view, physically if necessary. A few other people, like Mr. Atkins, led by reputation based on a past willingness to use force.
The answer surprised Mr. Sinclair, and he didn't know what to think of it. Clearly, it was an honest answer. Nodding, he said, "Interesting."
Jerry stirred as a nightmare of the experience flitted through his mind. He shook as though trying to ward off some danger. He uttered a groan and then settled down, returning to a peaceful sleep.
Martin shook his head and said, "So strong and yet brought down by a couple ounces of lead. It makes you think, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I would say so. What are your plans for the future?"
Shrugging, Martin answered, "I've been thinking about going to school. Jerry is always talking about the lack of opportunities that he had because he hadn't continued his education. He really pushes education and uses himself as an example of what happens if you don't take it seriously."
"So what would you study?"
Martin said, "I'm thinking that I'll take business courses."
"Why?"
"I like this business, but I'd like to go a little further in it than Jerry. I don't mean to talk bad about what he's done, but it would be good to be more than a manager of a local outlet when I hit forty." Martin and Jerry had talked about that many times while restoring the cars.
"What makes you think you can go further than Jerry?" asked Mr. Sinclair, curious to learn who had motivated him in that direction.
"Jerry said so," replied Martin. | 3 |
111,121 | Harry and Dante | Happy Harry stood outside the section of sewer pipe and looked at the feet hanging out the end. Using his shepherd's staff, he nudged the man on his side. The man rolled over and sat up, hitting his head in the process. Dante swore, "Damn! That hurts."
"Got to be careful in there," Harry said with a grin.
Dante rubbed his head where he had hit it. He groaned and asked, "What time is it?"
"Sunrise. Breakfast will be in ten minutes. We'll leave after breakfast."
"How do I get out of here?"
Harry shook his head while wondering what kind of problem William had given him. There had been no hints about the need to learn respect for the homeless or social responsibility. William had said nothing, but it was clear the guy was going to be a problem. Until he knew more, he'd let it ride. He answered, "You'll figure it out."
Feeling like a worm, Dante inched his way down the length of the pipe. When his legs hung over the edge, he rolled over on his stomach and inched back more until he could lower his feet to the ground. When he straightened out, he hit the back of his head on the edge of the pipe. He swore and said, "That hurts."
Looking around, he didn't find Harry. Other men were climbing out of their beds. They handled the exit with much greater ease than he had. None of them had hit their heads. He folded the blanket to return it to Boy Scout since he was leaving after breakfast.
He wandered in the general direction of the food shack. A number of men were already standing around drinking coffee and waiting for the food to become available. A couple of men were walking off with trash sacks. He wondered what they were doing. His curiosity was satisfied when he heard Boy Scout tell another man, "You know the rules. Earn the food first and then you can get the food. Take this sack and fill it with trash."
He went over to get a sack, figuring that he had to earn his breakfast. Boy Scout looked at him and asked, "What do you want?"
"Aren't I supposed to pick up trash to get breakfast?" Dante asked.
"You earned it yesterday peeling those potatoes. Don't you remember that?"
"Oh. I'm still waking up," Dante said in a lame attempt to hide his ignorance. "Here's my blanket."
Boy Scout looked at him for a good ten seconds and then said, "I don't want your dirty blanket back. For all I know, you pissed on it in your sleep. It's yours to keep."
"Oh. So what am I supposed to do until breakfast?"
Pointing to a coffee urn, Boy Scout said, "There's coffee over there."
Dante went over and got a cup of coffee. He stood in front of the urn and took a sip from the cup. He was savoring the rush of caffeine when Jewels growled, "Move out of the way, Hungry Man."
Dante stepped over to the side. "Sorry."
Harry walked over to Dante and stood with crossed arms, staring at him with a frown on his face. Boy Scout had told him a strange tale about an artist who was going to create a statue of him. He exhaled loudly through his nose. It was close to a snort, but it was not quite short enough to qualify as one. He said, "Hungry Man, William put you up to this, didn't he?"
"He hired me to do this," Dante answered, realizing that Happy Harry had not known he was there to create a statue of the man.
"He hired you?"
"Oh yes. He's paying me a lot of money to make a statue of you," Dante said. He wondered if that information would free him from having to work around the Homeless Hotel for dinner.
"We'll talk about this later," Harry said while turning away. He started fishing through his pockets trying to find his cell phone. He had just pulled it out when it rang. Surprised, he looked at the caller ID and answered it, "What are you trying to pull?"
"Hi Harry," William said. The young man's voice was entirely too cheerful for the time of day.
"Don't hi Harry me. What's this about a statue?" Happy Harry asked.
"Eight hundred castings of a statue and two castings of a bust," William corrected.
"I'll bust you."
"I'm sure you will. Have a good breakfast," William said just before hanging up. Harry could hear the young man's laughter before the call cut off.
Thirty minutes after breakfast, Dante climbed into the Roach Coach and closed the door. He'd just finished the most miserable shower of his life. He wondered what kind of person would have designed the Homeless Hotel with unheated outdoor showers. His balls had tried to climb into his body. He was sure that his scream of shock was loud enough to wake the dead.
Harry climbed into the wagon and said, "Only thirty minutes late and we're about to shuffle off to Buffalo. Hang on because this here beast has more sway in it than a tree in a hurricane."
The rocking motion started as soon as Harry pulled out of the Homeless Hotel. Looking out the window, Dante could see the ground rise up towards him. Panicked, Dante shouted, "We're going to fall over!"
"Bosh! It just has a little sway to it. That's all."
"It should be sent to a junk yard!"
Ignoring the comment about his wagon, Harry said, "Now tell me about this statue you're supposed to do of me. Did William tell you why he wanted it?"
Dante shook his head and said, "Nope. He just said that castings were going to be placed in Fusion Foundation sites."
"Did he say locations supported by the Fusion Foundation or Fusion Foundation Buildings?"
"Locations supported by the Fusion Foundation," Dante answered, trying to recall William's words exactly. He thought they meant the same thing.
"That sneaky brat," Harry said when he realized what William was doing. Looking over at Dante, he said, "William wants to immortalize me by turning this fine figure of a man into a repository for bird shit."
"That's disgusting. A statue is not a repository for bird shit. It's art."
Nothing would be worse than having ugly statues of himself scattered around the country. Harry asked, "So are you any good?"
Dante pretended not to hear the question and looked out the window as the city of Cleveland rolled past. He didn't know how to answer that question. Three years ago he would have answered in the affirmative. Sitting in the Roach Coach and watching run down buildings pass by, he didn't know.
Harry repeated his question in a louder voice. Dante answered, "William paid a lot of money for it. Figure it out for yourself."
Although Dante didn't realize it at the time, Happy Harry figured it out before Dante had even finished speaking. The old man didn't even glance over at his passenger. There was time enough to deal with him later. For now, he was traveling, and it was time to appreciate the movement. He started singing the song about being a born under a wandering star from the movie, Paint Your Wagon. It was his favorite song to sing while driving across the country.
Dante looked out the window, but didn't see the landscape pass by. His thoughts were turned inward. Harry's questions had reawakened all of his self-doubts. He was on the verge of quitting the commission when he fell asleep. Harry didn't wake him until they had reached a restaurant for lunch.
It was a typical roadside family dining place that was part of a national chain. Dante sat across from Harry and studied the menu. He had just decided that he'd get the Chef Salad when Harry asked, "What are you getting?"
"Chef Salad."
Harry frowned and said, "You might want to get something with a little more fat in it. You're going to need it since the nights are still cold. Once the temperature starts dropping below forty, you need every calorie you can burn."
"Why don't we sleep in a regular hotel?"
"Hungry Man, you are going to become one with the environment. Air conditioning and heating is part of a false world that isolates you from the change of seasons. You are going to find out what it means to be alive in the physical world," Harry said. He also thought to himself that he was about to rediscover what it meant to live in the world of men and women.
"There's a reason air conditioning and heating was invented," Dante countered, feeling a little intimidated by the fact that Harry was a Druid. Despite that, he felt a need to argue, and Harry was the only one available to satisfy that need.
"That's true. It doesn't change the fact that people lost something as a result of it," Harry agreed amiably.
Wanting to make a point, Dante said, "I'm still going to get a Chef's Salad."
"I didn't say you couldn't."
A tense half hour passed during which the order was taken and the food delivered. Harry enjoyed his meal, waxing poetic about the fine qualities of Chicken Fried Steak. Dante ate his salad quietly. About the time Dante was halfway through his salad, Harry said, "Hungry Man, my people named you correctly. You are a starving artist. The problem is that what you are hungry for doesn't fill the stomach. That's not a good thing in an artist."
Dante looked up from his salad and stared at Harry. The old man looked him directly in the eye with an unwavering gaze. He wondered what it was that the Druid saw in him. A shiver went through Dante, and he bent down to finish his lunch. His appetite was gone.
Harry and Dante stayed for three days in Buffalo.Dante had become accustomed to the flow of life in a Homeless Hotel. Although the bed had never become comfortable, he had become used to sleeping on the hard surface. The meals were nutritious, but not always tasty. The nights were cold, and he found that he was losing weight since his body was trying to accommodate the changes in weather.
Dante hadn't tried to fit in with the men and women in the Homeless Hotel. Most of the time was spent sitting on a railroad tie thinking about his commission, but he didn't do anything about it. The only time he wasn't on the railroad tie was when he was doing some odd job around the Homeless Hotel to earn his food for the day. Not once did he pick up his sketchbook to draw Harry. He didn't even consider attempting to draw Harry.
Even worse than not doing anything, Dante had ignored everyone around him. In the entire three days, he hadn't said one word more than was necessary to get food. He ignored the conversations that took place around him, even when those conversations concerned him. When someone said something really outrageous, all he did was look in their direction for a moment and then look away.
On the morning of the fourth day, Harry found Dante standing by the coffee urn drinking a cup of coffee. Harry said, "We leave in half an hour. You'll need to take a shower before we go. You stink, and I don't want to smell you all the way to New York City."
Dante stared at the Druid, angered by his blunt talk. Wanting to get back at the Druid, he said, "You're a mean bastard. If you're so good, aren't you supposed to be nice?"
"What's being nice got to do with being good?" Harry asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"You know what I mean; helping people by giving them a kind word and all of that."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The only way to help people is to tell them the truth. The truth is a harsh mistress," Harry said with a sad shake of his head. He felt that anyone who didn't believe that truth was harsh should spend a day with Ed Biggers.
Being told that he stank was bad, but the comment about him saying something stupid offended him. His offense wasn't great enough to argue, though. He rose and went over to the shower. The blast of cold water barely registered. It was not sufficient to break through his depressed mental state.
They hadn't even left Buffalo before Harry pulled in front of a house in a poor part of town. Dante watched Harry get out and go into the house, wondering why they were stopping there. Five minutes later, Harry came out and opened the door on Dante's side. Grinning, Harry said, "There's a bunch of toxins in your body. It's time to get rid of them."
"Leave me alone," Dante said.
"I'm not going to join your private pity party, asshole. You need to get your pipes cleaned. Now get out of this crate and get inside that house. Ask for Maggie."
Moving like a condemned man, Dante made his way to the front door. He knocked. After a few seconds, an attractive woman opened the door and invited him into the house. Once there, he said, "Harry said that I was to ask for Maggie."
The request caused her to raise both eyebrows in surprise. Recovering, she said, "I'll get Maggie for you."
Dante watched dully as the woman disappeared down a hallway. A minute later, she led a woman in her early twenties into the room. The woman was a brunette with an attractive face. She was wearing a short, thin robe that ended well above her knees. The legs shown off were very shapely. Smiling at him, she said, "Come with me."
Realizing that Harry had set him up with a prostitute, Dante followed behind her, watching her movements. She was pretty enough, and his body wanted it, but his spirit was stunted. She reached a room and opened the door. Gesturing inside, she said, "Get undressed and lie down on the massage table. I'll be back in a minute."
Dante stumbled into the room and turned in time to see the door close behind him. The room was dimly lit, and it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the lower light level. A standard massage table occupied the center of the room. There was a small dresser against one wall with a variety of creams, powders, and oils randomly placed around it. A drawer was partially opened, and he could see folded towels within it.
Next to the table was a chair. He started undressing and put his clothes on the chair. Even as he disrobed, he felt embarrassed by the disregard he had been showing them over the past few days. Once he was naked, he climbed on the table and covered himself with the neatly folded towel that had been on the center of the table.
There was a hole at the head of the table, and he adjusted his position so that his face was supported through the hole. He heard the door open behind him and the sounds of Maggie slipping into the room. The door closed with a slam that made him jump. She said, "Sorry about that. The door sticks, and I have to slam it to get it to close."
Dante didn't answer, but settled himself back onto the table. His movement was suddenly arrested when she pulled the towel off him. He rose and turned to look at her. She had dropped the robe and was standing next to the table naked except for a pair of French cut panties. She smiled and said, "Lie down. You'll have plenty of opportunity to look all you want when I'm done massaging your back."
Swallowing, Dante returned to his position. After a short time, she poured some oil on his back and started to massage the muscles. After a minute, she said, "You're so tense. Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No," Dante answered, "you see, my girlfriend and my best friend left me three years ago. Since then, I haven't been with a woman."
"Sounds like you were really hurt by their leaving," Maggie said while kneading a tight muscle in his neck.
For the next hour, all of the miseries and doubts that had been bottled up inside Dante spilled forth. He was brutally honest about the events leading up to their leaving and his behavior since that time. All of his fears and concerns boiled forth without control. At some point, he realized that he was on his back with his head resting in her lap. Her arms were holding him as she stared down at him with concern-filled eyes.
At the same time that he ran out of things to say, there was a knock on the door. Maggie looked down at him and said, "Your time is up."
"Sorry to dump all that on you," Dante said, feeling embarrassed by his behavior.
She kissed his forehead and said, "Don't be sorry. I'm glad that I was able to help."
Dante sat up, and she climbed off the table. While putting her robe on, she said, "Get dressed. Harry's waiting outside."
Knowing that he owed her a debt that was far more than what money could pay, Dante asked, "What do I owe you?"
Grinning, she said, "Don't worry about it. Harry's taking care of it."
After she slipped out of the room, Dante climbed off the table and dressed. He slipped out of the room and returned to the living room. The attractive woman asked, "Did you enjoy your session?"
Surprised at how well he felt, Dante answered, "Very much. It was very therapeutic."
"I hope you'll return some time," she said with a smile. When Dante reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet, she said, "Don't ruin it. Harry's waiting outside."
Disappointed at not being able to do something to thank Maggie, he said, "Let her know how much I appreciated what she did."
The woman smiled and said, "She knows."
Confused by the reply, Dante left the house. Stepping outdoors, he was struck by the colors. The sky was a bright blue that was almost painful to the eyes. Bright white fluffy clouds broke up the expanse of blue. He walked to the Roach Coach with a spring to his step that had been absent for years.
Harry watched Dante approach with a smile. When the man climbed into the wagon, Harry said, "Get in the back. We have a passenger."
Not seeing anyone else in the Roach Coach, Dante moved into the back, wondering who the mystery passenger was. There wasn't any place to sit, so he sat on the floor. He was shocked when Maggie climbed into the passenger seat and kissed Harry on the cheek. In a happy tone of voice, she said, "Thanks Harry. I'm ready to move on now."
"Maggie," Dante said. The word had slipped past his control.
"Hello Hungry Man. How are you feeling?"
"Shocked. What are you doing here?" Dante asked.
"Harry's taking me to the Fallen Angels. You were my last, and I'll remember you forever. It was special. Thank you," she answered.
When the Roach Coach lurched forward, Harry announced, "Hold on, folks. When this wagon is moving, it has more swinging going on than a playground during recess."
Dante chuckled at the comment. He grinned when Maggie cried out, "We're going to fall over."
After ten minutes of riding in the front, Maggie decided that she had enough and made her way to the back of the wagon. Sitting on the floor next to Dante, she said, "This crate should be hauled off to a junk yard."
Dante said, "I've suggested that more than once. He seems to like the way it moves."
"That's Harry for you. He likes to go places that most of us would rather leave behind," she said.
"So what's with this Fallen Angels thing?"
Surprised that Dante didn't know about it, she said, "It is an organization that helps whores get out of the business."
"So why are you going there?"
Maggie stared at him for a minute and then burst out laughing. Lightly, she said, "If you didn't notice, that was a whore house that you just left."
"But you're too nice to be a whore," Dante protested, forgetting that she had been nearly naked when she had given him the massage. He hadn't had a doubt that she was a prostitute when she had led him to the room.
"You're so sweet," Maggie said.
For the rest of the trip, she told Dante about her life.It was an all too common tale of a stepfather who was a sexual predator and a young girl who left only to find that she had walked into a world filled with sexual predators.
As she told her story, Dante held her in his arms and allowed her to release the toxins that an aborted childhood had instilled in her. His throat was tight when she told about how horrible and cheap she felt when she turned her first trick to make enough to sleep warm at night on a full stomach. Listening, he came to appreciate her strength and her will to survive. Despite the things that she had suffered, he saw that she still retained a good soul. Despite three years of selling her body, she wanted to love and be loved as a woman and not as a whore.
She described how Harry had gotten her off the street where it was dangerous and into the house where she was better protected. Dante frowned when he learned that Happy Harry had helped the owner set up the house. He asked, "Why would Harry do that?"
"Some of us aren't ready to leave the business right away. The money is too attractive, we're too screwed up to work, or we don't think we're good enough to rejoin society. Nancy, who runs that house, takes us to a therapist, helps us get our GED, and works with us in learning how to manage our lives. When we're ready to leave, Harry comes by and takes us to the Fallen Angels."
"It sounds to me like this Nancy is using you," Dante said, finding the idea repugnant. He didn't like the idea that Harry was involved in something so illegal.
Looking at Dante, she said, "Of course she is. She might call herself a madam, but she's nothing more than a pimp. She makes a lot of money off the girls in the house. However, she does give back more than any other pimp that I've ever dealt with."
"So what are you going to do when you get to the Fallen Angels?"
Maggie shrugged her shoulders and answered, "I'm thinking of going to college and major in social work. Maybe I can help a few kids before they have the life I've lived."
"Nice."
Dante was sad when they dropped Maggie off at a small building that had a sign in the window that simply said, 'Fallen Angels.' Just before she had gotten out of the Roach Coach, Harry had given her a little statue of an angel. Dante had given her a hug and told her that she'd be in his thoughts. He moved into the passenger seat and watched the building as it receded into the distance.
Grinning, Harry could see that an emotional bond had developed between the two. Leering obscenely, he said, "Did you enjoy getting your pipes cleaned by Maggie?"
Offended by the coarse talk, Dante said, "We didn't have sex!"
"I never thought you did for a minute," Harry said with a laugh. He turned a corner which started the Roach Coach to swaying. Winking at Dante, he said, "You did get a lot of that emotional plumbing of yours straightened out. I bet that toilet you call a brain can flush now without flooding the bathroom."
Suspicious, Dante stared at Harry, wondering if he was telling the truth. He asked, "You didn't think we did anything?"
"As bound up as you were in your own world of misery, I'd have been surprised if you'd been able to get a hard-on. Of course, you're still a long way from being an artist again." | 3 |
111,327 | I'm in trouble again | Hi everyone,
I quit my new job today.
Yesterday was my first day at work, and it was going fine until the boss called me into his office after lunch. He had that look again, like he hates me. No, it's more like I disgust him. He kind of sneered like I was nothing but an offensive odor or something. And he said, "Get to work," and pointed at his crotch. It was an order, but it sounded like he hated me, too. At first, I made it last for him, but then he told me to "hurry the fuck up," and then when I was done and tried to fix my lipstick like I had last time, he asked me if his office looked like the ladies' room and told me to get out because he had work to do. But my face was all wet with saliva because my darling had told me that was what men think looks good. When I left, the other women in the office just stopped and stared at me, and I knew that they could tell what I had been doing. I made it to the washroom and fixed my makeup, but it was very awkward after that. The A/R clerk that I work for was obviously upset. Then, this morning, he called me in about 9:30, and all the women in the office watched me go in, and I just wanted to die. After that, I just could not keep working in the same room with those women. I couldn't. I mean, they never said anything, but just the way they looked at me and each other when I came out of that office. I almost ran to the washroom, and then I realized I had a big drip of sperm on my collar. It was SO obvious! I didn't know what to do. I just could not go in and face them again. So I left.
Sickman is coming over tonight to talk about it, but I can't go back there. So now I'm unemployed again.
I really am not in the mood to tell about the party on Saturday, but people have been writing asking about it. I have been putting off writing about it because it's such a huge job, and I have been busy. I mean, the party went on for almost twelve hours, and it is just taking too much time to write all this stuff, especially now that I am working again. Now I have nothing to do today, but I don't feel like it. Anyway, I will tell you the basics, and that will have to do.
Basically, it was a totally disgusting experience from the very start. Guys started arriving at 10 in the morning. My beloved made it so it was far less about me giving blowjobs and more about humiliation. I guess when I told him last week that I wanted more, he gave it to me. It all seemed to be about making them laugh at me. God, I don't even know where to start. He made me jog on the spot so they could laugh at my boobs bouncing around, he put a raw fish in my pussy, beans up my nose, wrote degrading things on my body and face with lipstick, they spit in my face, God, I don't really want to even remember it all. I mean, I loved it at the time, even though I hated it, too, but now I would just rather forget it. At least until the party next weekend. But all day, I was saying things. You know, like they would tell me what to say, and I would say it. Gross, humiliating things about myself. I feel like I spent most of the day on the verge of tears, though I think I only cried a couple of times. When I did, they always asked if I wanted more, and I don't know why, because I really was miserable a lot of the time, but I always wanted more. I just don't understand how I can want something that makes me feel so bad, but no matter how bad they made it, I still wanted it. Part of me really loved being treated like an animal, no, worse than an animal, being utterly degraded, humiliated, and laughed at for hours and hours until I thought I was losing my mind.
And then there was the sperm! There was so much of it. And the rule was that I was not allowed to swallow any of it all day, but had to keep spitting it into a bowl. Then they would empty that into a bowl in the fridge, which I was going to have to drink at 9:00 that night. At first, they all came on my face. My love had made one of those spit-up dishes - you know the sort of kidney-shaped ones - so that he could put it on me like a necklace. Well, more like one of those collars that people wear for spinal injuries. Anyway, with that, guys kept jerking off on my face, but it would just pour into the bowl. Sometimes they would feed me spoonfuls of it, but I had to spit it out again, anyway. After a while, though, they started cumming other places and making me lick it up. First, it was on the floor, and they seemed to like that as much as I disliked it. It was gross. But then some guy had to go one better and cum on a gross picture in one of "Richie's" magazines and make me lick it off her. So then some guy came on the TV where the video of the first party was playing. But mostly, it was either on my face or on the floor. The apartment was packed all day, and then a bunch of guys came back at 9 to watch me eat it all. There was over half a litre of sperm! And I was supposed to eat the whole lot with a spoon. I mean, you know that I have a thing for eating sperm, but there was so much, and it was so gross because it was old and mixed with everybody's spit, and after even a quarter of it, I wanted to throw up. But that was what they were all there for, and I tried to keep going. But my stomach started wretching at the thought of more of the gross stuff, and they kept telling me "more" until I was crying and telling them I was going to throw up. So finally, my beloved said I could just "wallow" in the rest while I showed everybody how turned on it made me, so I smeared it all over myself while I masturbated, and that really turned me on. God, I felt so disgusting bathing in sperm and jacking off in front of all those guys, and they kept spitting on me and sometimes cumming on me. It was another one of those times when I felt like I sort of disappeared and became nothing but... oh, I don't know, I wish I knew why I enjoy things like that.
Anyway, I spent most of Sunday cleaning up as much as I could. My furniture is getting ruined.
Oh, I want to thank everyone who has been writing in. I am really sorry that I have not been able to answer you all individually, but it's just that I have gotten SO much mail I would not know where to start. But I want you to know that I do read every one of them, and any of you who said you wanted to get together with me or maybe come to one of my darling's parties, well, you will just have to be patient. My beloved says that he is keeping a record of who wants what and what sort of people they are, so if you are writing in, make sure you tell us anything unique about yourself that you think might excite or repulse me so that my love has something to make his choices on.
Betty | 3 |
111,338 | null | Hi kt,
Welcome to this group, for what it's worth.
No, nobody ever posts here. Except me last month, but I really don't have much to say at the moment. Just writing that stuff kind of helped me deal with my problem a little. You know how sometimes you just need to tell somebody and you feel better? My stupid idea about my super did not work, but I think I am going to try it again this month. I think I should plan it better. I was going to call him up and ask him to come by my apartment. That way I am expecting him and can have myself mentally prepared. He caught me off guard this month, and I get flustered really easily. Also, I am going to do it a few days before the 1st so maybe he won't be as mad.
I had already thought of showing some cleavage. I was thinking of doing it in the morning and wearing my robe as if I just got out of the shower. I got kind of turned on last week when I thought of him seeing me in my robe, which I wouldn't tie very tightly and, well, I already took it up so that it's really short now instead of below my knees. I feel like a slut when I see myself in it and think about what I am planning. But I actually got turned on when I was re-hemming it. That's pretty stupid, isn't it? I felt stupid getting turned on at a sewing machine. And I've spent hours in front of the mirror imagining what he will think. I hate to admit how much time I have spent in the last week just trying to decide whether or not I should wear a bra or not. I mean, it doesn't really make much sense that I would be wearing a bra if I had just gotten out of the shower, but, well, my boobs don't really look very good without one. They look okay in a bra, but on their own, they droop really badly, and I think they are ugly, certainly not like the girls I see in pictures on the web.
Which do you think would work better?
Betty | 3 |
111,340 | Sex Slave? | Hi,
My darling has asked me if I want to move in with him as his full-time sex slave!
I don't know what to do. I mean, part of me wants to, but it is so crazy. I have only known him a couple of weeks, I don't even know his real name, and I really can't believe that I am seriously considering being anyone's "sex slave," but my heart tells me "just go for it." I mean, I have done so many crazy things recently, and no matter how sick I know they are, I still really enjoy them. And I do trust him not to suddenly turn out to be a psycho. I asked him what he would expect of me, and he said just more of what we have been doing. He will throw parties and invite people over to use me, but the thing I would hate the most would be the boredom because I will not be allowed to leave the house, and he probably will keep me either in a cage in the basement most of the time when he is not using me or just chained up down there.
"When he's not using me." I love how that sounds.
God, I can't believe I am actually considering doing it! But he says I can leave any time I want if I say "Game Over" and that if I am good, he will let me have a TV or books, or, maybe if I am "a good little cunt," an Internet connection. Also, I know this is a stupid reason, but it seems like an easy way out of all my problems. It means I don't have to worry about a job, and he says he can deal with my super, and I really don't have anything to lose anyway, do I? I mean, it's not as if I have any great life that I would be giving up. And if I hate it, I won't be any worse off than I am now. He says he will put everything I own into storage so it will be there if I want to leave.
Oh God, I don't know what to do. I really don't have anything else to do, but, well, I guess the idea of being kept in a cage in his basement all day really scares me. It's funny, the idea of being his little cunt, his fucktoy that he lends to other people doesn't bother me. It's just more of what I have been doing, and I think I'll really like it. But being kept in a cage? That really scares me. God, what will I do all day? Won't I go out of my mind with boredom? I mean, if it was just at night when I was sleeping and I got to wake up in a cage and feel like an animal, like his pet, well, I get turned on when I think about it. I will be his little bitch in my cage, his little pet cunt, and he can just take me out and use me whenever he wants and then lock me away when he is bored of me. Oh, I just made myself cum thinking about it, picturing being nothing but his little pet cunt really turns me on. But all day? Every day? I guess that really scares me.
It also bothers me that he says he may start charging men to use me, "renting" me out. What if this is all just a plan to turn me into a whore, except a prisoner? I mean, you think you know who somebody is, but what if I'm wrong? He says that it's just so I know that I am nothing but a fucktoy that men can rent by the hour, and so that I will feel as if I am earning my keep and also so I can save for breast implants.
I don't even know if I want breast implants. It's not as if my boobs are small. They are actually quite large; they are just really droopy. But he says they won't be my breasts anymore, they will be his, and he wants "enormous, round, firm bimbo jugs." I get a funny feeling in my stomach when I think about that. That is what it will be like being his sex slave, won't it? He will be able to do anything he wants to me. Anything! Even give me ridiculously huge "jugs," and I will be helpless to stop him. That is really scary. But it's like I like that scary feeling.
Oh, why not? I have hated my boobs for years, ever since I had Chris and they lost their shape. I thought about having them reduced so they would be more shapely, but thought it would be a waste of money. After all, my husband was the only person to see them, and he always said he did not mind them. So if Sickman wants to turn me into some bimbo freak, I guess it's like the rest of my life: I didn't like them anyway, so what do I have to lose? After all, I do like it when guys get turned on by me and want to use me like a fucktoy, so if what they like is huge breasts, why not get them. Personally, I think I will look like a cow, but men seem to like that.
Oh, this is stupid. My boobs are the least of my worries. Am I actually going to let a man keep me in a cage like an animal and let him do whatever he wants to me?
Oh, I don't know. What else am I going to do?
I guess I sort of want to try it. It sounds really exciting. I guess the worst case is that I hate it and have to leave, and be right back where I am now. I kind of like that my life is an adventure now instead of boring like it used to be, but this may be more adventure than I really want. But I guess I'll just do it.
Wish me luck,
Betty | 3 |
111,377 | Holy Shit! | Holy Shit!
Was that ever intense!
Fucking brilliant. Really. That was one of the most brutally honest confessions I have ever read. And trust me, I have read a number of them. Wow. My heart is pounding. Good writing! You did it; I tasted what it has been like to be saddled with/the-proud-owner-of a fine large pair of man-pleasing boobs. I absolutely loved it all. But that one paragraph where you get to the meat of the matter, describing the stares, the elbows, the bounce, the cheap bras, the bulging, the humiliation, the comments, the gropes - poetry. Utter poetry. Udder poetry.
I really liked the device of you arguing with your tits to show the ever-present internal conflict, the love/hate relationship you have with your own body. And I DO really appreciate how difficult it must have been for you to share all those buried memories.
In fact, I am so thrilled with your work that I am not only lifting the ban on your orgasms, but want your first one to be a very special orgasm just for me. I want you to tie those celebrated boobs up nice and tight so they get all hard, bulging, tinglely, and stupid-looking then, as appetizers watch...Have you ever been to South Africa or anywhere they have an epidemic of real rapes? Have you ever helped out in either direction? I know we're about fantasy. I am, and I believe you are. Are you strictly about fantasy? Do you think it's possible we were separated at birth? Okay, were you born in 1960? What part of '60? Did mom need a coat for the drive to the hospital, or was it hot out? You are going to share all of your writing with me, aren't you? You wouldn't deprive a heroin addict who was writhing at your feet if you had a big spoonful ready for shooting, would you? Surely there is a drop of compassion in your masterful soul for such a sick, cock-addicted hole? | 3 |
111,447 | Dr. Stern's Menagerie - 26 | Hank learns his fate from Dr. Stern; Jane is returned to the farm; Keiko prepares Katsuko for geisha duty; Shruti is in suspense, literally; Velvet pulls a cart for Luisa.
Roger was seated in his favorite chair in the living room when Hank was brought in, naked with his hands cuffed behind his back. Someone had thoughtfully rinsed the filth from the shit cell off of him. "Hello, Hank, remember me?"
Hank looked up for a moment, just long enough to see Roger before returning his gaze to the floor. "Yes, you're Dr. Stern, the man that my ex-wife sued."
"I should explain why you're here. The settlement money your wife received belonged to some powerful men who didn't appreciate the payout. Their accountants have been busy tracking down everyone connected with that money, and it would seem you had some."
Hank spoke in low tones. "I swear I had nothing to do with that lawsuit. Beverly gave me some of the money is all. I warned her, Doctor, I told her no good was going to come of it. But she didn't listen to me, she had her head filled with crazy ideas by that damned lawyer. Then when she disappeared, I ended up going to Vegas and losing half of the money, and I gave the rest to that lying slut Tiffany. God, how I hate that bitch. But the boy, he's my son. I don't care whose DNA he has, he's my son." Hank raised his head again, looking at his captor. "How is he? Is he safe?"
Roger chuckled. "Yes, Hank, he's perfectly fine and in good hands. From what they tell me, he loves being breastfed and drinks like a bottomless pit. The interesting thing, Hank, is he's being breastfed by your ex-wife."
Hank's head jerked up, wide-eyed. "BEVERLY?"
"Yes and no. She's not the same person, really. She's been brainwashed, after a fashion. Her name is now Julia, and she belongs to my associate, Jimmy. She's having his baby, in fact. Her milk has come in, so it made sense for her to wet-nurse your boy."
Hank sank to his knees. "I don't believe it. Beverly? Pregnant?"
Roger scowled. "No, the woman known as Beverly no longer exists in her mind. As I told you, she's not the same person. She's Julia now. If you go reminding her of her old life, there's no telling what it will do to her mind. My associate Jimmy is quite fond of her, and if you go fucking around with her head he'll take it quite badly. And I can assure you, my little friend, that it would not end well for you."
"You see, enslaving her was part of my revenge. Since I've restarted my life I've become quite interested in having children. I was denied that pleasure when I was married, so I'm making up for it now. Along with babies, I'm interested in getting revenge on people who wronged me. In some cases that even includes physical modifications."
Hank's eyes got wide. "But Doc, I had nothing to do with that lawsuit! I swear," he protested desperately. Roger's hand shot out and slapped Hank hard on the side of the head.
"Let me remind you, Hank, that I'm the boss here. I decide who's guilty now. And while my friends may refer to me as `Doc', you are not my friend. You, your cock, your wife and your son are my possessions. You will address me only as `Doctor', or I'll make sure you regret it."
He took a deep breath, then continued. "I'm not angry with you about the lawsuit; in fact, I quite like you. You were a medic in the first Gulf War, and you've been a very good caretaker even though that baby boy isn't yours. That's why I'd like to make you an offer. The current nurse in my clinic is very pregnant and soon won't be able to assist me. I'm going to need another nurse. You've got the skills."
Hank relaxed a bit. "OK, sure, I could do that."
"There's just one thing. The men we treat won't like having a male nurse. I'll need to disguise you as a woman, maybe do a few things to make you look more feminine. I've noticed that you look a lot like your wife. I might even make you and Tiffany look like twins."
Hank hesitated. "What choice do I have?"
Roger gave a slight chuckle. "None, actually. I will do one thing for you, though. Before we start feminizing you, since you never actually had the chance I'm going to allow you to knock up your wife. Now come here and turn around." Hank walked over to Roger, turning around as he was told. He felt Roger unlock the handcuffs. "Lower your hands to your sides and keep them there, then face me." Hank obeyed. His cock was level with Roger's face, about a foot away. Roger reached up and fondled his slave's balls. "I don't feel any unusual lumps, that's good." Taking the head of the penis between his fingers, he lifted it up and gave it a visual inspection. "The shaft looks good as well."
Hank stood still as Roger reached down into the medical bag that was sitting on the side table, and pulled out something shiny. The naked man gasped in shock as Roger guided the flaccid member into a cold metal chastity cage, slipped a ring under the base of his ballsack, then secured the chastity cage to the cock ring.
Reaching into the bag again, Roger pulled out a small padlock and secured the two pieces together at the top with a firm click. He gave it a quick tug to make sure it was secure, then stood up, looking down at the smaller man.
"Hank, I'm a reasonable man. I'll allow you to screw Tiffany as much as you like. After all, she is your own wife. However, to avoid the temptation to dip your wick into the livestock, your cock will remain locked up in this cage. Don't worry, there's a hole in the end so you can piss, but otherwise your dick will remain out of service.""Well, my long-legged beauty, let's get you inside and cleaned up." Jane did not respond but looked down, defeated, as they crossed the farmyard.
"You were very disobedient running away, you know. I'm quite displeased. I'll have Jimmy hang some bells on those rings so we'll hear you tinkle every time you take a step. However, I can't punish you too harshly. The blood test I did on you two days ago showed you're pregnant. Along with your sunburn, you're quite dehydrated, so I'm going to hook you up to an IV and get some fluids in you. Dehydration in the first trimester can cause limb deformities or worse, and I won't have you jeopardizing that baby's health."
"Your precious cargo aside, since you insisted on escaping like a wild animal, I've decided to make you one. Effective today, you are forbidden to speak. You've become just another beast here on the farm. Your name will be 'Twiga' - it's Swahili for 'giraffe.' If you obey, I will allow you to be human again. Try to escape again, and you will be an animal forever."
"After your sunburn heals, Snake will tattoo your name at the base of your throat, like a permanent dog tag." He stopped and traced his fingers in the small cleft between her collarbones, then on her upper chest. "I'll also have him tattoo a giraffe-skin pattern all around your neck, on your chest above your tits, a nice pattern sleeve on your upper arms, and a nice 12-inch swath down your back from your neck to your tailbone. It will be very decorative, and every time you look at your own skin, you'll be reminded that you're a slave and as much animal as human." His fingers traced the ridge of her nose, then across her cheekbones. "Don't worry, your face will still be beautiful. But if you disobey again, I'll have him do the rest of you from your hairline on down to the ends of your feet." He chuckled softly. "I would have said 'to the tips of your toes,' but that won't apply to you, now will it? Please show me you understand."
Tears forming in her eyes, Twiga nodded.
Katsuko lay on the exam table, conscious but immobile from the small dose of Rohypnol in the water Keiko had forced her to drink. Her head was being held steady by support cushions. Keiko had just finished applying white powder to her sister's face and neck, leaving some bare skin around the hairline in the traditional Japanese Geisha style. This gave the appearance of a mask made of stunning white skin.
Keiko expertly used a black eyebrow pencil to draw in the eyebrow shapes, then switched to a red liquid eyeliner on her top eyelids. Finally, she applied a black liquid liner to the bottom lids.
"Just like when we were girls, dear sister," Keiko said in a low voice, "remember?" Using a thin lip brush and a vivid red lipstick, she painted a small, pouty shape on Katsuko's lips, making sure the rest of her lips were covered in white foundation.
Katsuko felt her limp legs being lifted; a second set of hands was assisting while Keiko was putting them in sheer white thigh-high stockings with opaque ruffles, topped with light blue satin bows. "She was a whore even then, Luisa, always mooning after my boyfriends. Even after I was married, she would flirt with my husband. When I was in the hospital giving birth, he was at home, fucking her in our bed. I know this because Tashiro told me all about it to humiliate me. And we know how fast she was back in his bed after I had disappeared, don't we? She couldn't wait to get her claws in him." Keiko turned back to her sister. Katsuko felt her feet being slid into a shoe of some kind, but as her feet entered them and they were laced onto her calves, she realized these were no ordinary shoes. "In case you may be entertaining the idea of running away, dear sister, I wouldn't advise it. These are 9-inch spike-heeled ballet boots. They cause discomfort just by walking; you'll find that your calves will cramp and sting after just a few minutes. Running will be quite impossible."
Keiko ran her hand over Katsuko's belly, right above her womb. "My husband has inserted a progestin birth control implant in your arm so you won't get pregnant for at least 3 years. You'll need it. Tonight, in fact. After you are fully awake, I've arranged a party for you in the barn. You'll meet Paulie, Marcus, Jimmy, Francisco, Ray, and a few others. They will fuck you in every hole, and sometimes all your holes at once. You will show them what a true slut you are. After a man has given you his cum, you will thank him and beg for more. You will do this until every man is drained. If you do not, or if you are uncooperative in any way, my Luisa will punish you with the stun baton. After the party, you will be chained up in her room, hers to control."
Keiko walked to where Katsuko could see her, took Luisa in her arms, and kissed her deeply. "Train her well, my little flower. Show her no mercy. I must leave, as I have another who requires my attention."
Luisa walked around her new toy, trailing her fingernails along Katsuko's skin. In some areas, the sensation resulted in a slight muscular response. "So, you can feel things," she whispered softly. Luisa moved down between the immobile woman's legs, gently bending and positioning them to expose her pussy. "I wonder if you can feel THIS." Bending her head, she slipped her tongue in the slit between her pussy lips. This elicited a shiver and a slight moan from Katsuko's mouth. Encouraged, Luisa began lapping at the warm spot, her tongue painting the woman's clit, inner labia, and the rim of her vaginal opening.
Her pussy still sensitive from the regular stimulation she received during her abduction, Katsuko began to physically respond. Her arms and legs involuntarily jerked as Luisa kept up her oral stimulation. As the shaking became more intense, Luisa suddenly pulled her face away and climbed off the exam table. Her climax denied, Katsuko gave a sad weak moan. Luisa walked over and lowered her face next to Katsuko's. The smell of fresh pussy crept into the older woman's nostrils. "I've tasted your sister's intimate parts more times than I can count," Luisa said. "It's a tangy taste, rather sharp. But your pussy tastes slightly different, almost buttery. I think I shall enjoy having you as a slave."
Shruti awoke; she was naked and floating, a large ball gag in her mouth. Drool ran off her chin, dripped down onto the concrete below her. The floor below was parallel to her body. Her head hung down, and her neck was stiff; her back and legs felt like they were on fire. Her arms were extended to either side like she was flying, her legs apart by use of a spreader bar. As her head cleared, she realized she was suspended over the floor and could feel the metal hooks in her skin, feel the tightness of the stretched flesh as she hung there. There was also something metal in her anus, pulling it uncomfortably upwards. She tried to turn her head back to see, but every movement caused another wave of horrifying pain to run through her. She passed out again.
An ampule of smelling salts broken under her nose brought her back to consciousness. Now, not only was there fiery pain in her back from being suspended, there was additional crushing pain from every toe and finger. She turned her head gingerly and saw each of her fingertips encased in small metal clamps, and could only assume her toes had gotten the same treatment. Her nipples ached from what felt like clips pinching them, her tits elongated by the fishing weights stretching them downward.
A woman's voice spoke from behind Shruti, positioned at a point out of her line of sight. "For someone who was so tough in the courtroom, you're not so tough now. Do not lose consciousness again, stupid bitch. I want you awake when the Master arrives."
She heard a door open, then the woman's voice spoke again. "Surprise, my love! I'm sure you remember the lawyer who went after you, Shruti Nair? I asked Jimmy to see if Mr. Amato would bring her as a gift for you from me, and he was happy to help." A small hand touched Shruti's ass, then lightly pushed. She screamed behind the ball gag.
"This is the art of body suspension. I asked Snake to teach me. The trick is to distribute the weight evenly, or her skin will split open. He said I was a very good student, and that I did it just right. See how the skin is stretched, but she's barely bleeding? Six hooks in the back, two on each leg, and two on each arm. The main hooks are big stainless steel salmon fishhooks with the barbs removed, attached to nylon ropes. The one in her bottom doesn't support her; it's merely to maximize her discomfort. See? Just pull this line here." Shruti felt a hard tug from the metal piece deep in her rectum, and behind the gag, she squealed in pain.
"Every movement causes her pain, so she will want to move as little as possible. However, it will be difficult with this." Shruti felt something cold and wet pressed against her rosebud, then forcefully pushed into her rectum. "This is an herbal treatment from Asia - a finger of peeled ginger root, shaped like a long cone, inserted into the anus without lubrication of any kind. It is totally harmless, but the ginger juices cause a mild burning sensation and extreme arousal. The patient will become twitchy, jumpy and very lively." Shruti gave a mournful moan; the heat from the ginger was rapidly creeping up into her rectum. Involuntarily she wriggled, and pain shot through her like lightning.
"Snake set up the pulley system for me as well. The bitch is like a big marionette. Your puppet, darling." The suspended woman felt her skin tugged in several places and was lifted a few more inches off the floor.The pain of gravity fighting the hooks in her body was startling, and beneath the gag, she attempted to howl. "She is yours. Are you pleased, Master?"
Shruti heard a deep voice chuckle. "Oh, Keiko, you have really outdone yourself. Remove her gag, she's got a lot of questions to answer."
Ever the obedient Japanese slave, Keiko removed the large ball that held Shruti's jaws wide. The Indian woman drew in a large gulp of air and began pleading. "Please, let me go! It hurts so much, my father is a CEO and very rich! He'll give you whatever you ask!"
"Oh, no, Counselor Nair. Your father won't be able to give me my old life back, will he?" Having said that, he pushed against her head, causing her to swing slightly. She screamed at the fresh rush of pain, tears running down her face.
"PLEASE! It HURTS, I can't STAND IT!!!" Roger lifted her head up by the hair and smiled.
"On the contrary, counselor, this is hardly life-threatening. With proper care to make sure none of your hook holes get infected, we could feed you intravenously and you could hang here for weeks. And we can even make it more uncomfortable for you." He turned to his adoring wife. "Keiko, fetch some small candles. Light them, and place them under the fishing weights pulling Ms. Nair's impressive breasts earthward. We'll see how she likes it when the heat climbs up the metal chains and toasts her nipples."
Keiko immediately left to do Roger's bidding. "I fear, counselor, that you'll soon be screaming so much you may lose your voice. Let me put a proposal to you while you can still respond. I will release you if you beg me to do some work on you."
"Y-y-yes, anything," Shruti said in a painful whisper, "just please let me down."
"I've been doing some research lately on cosmetic surgery and I'd like to try out a few new techniques I've learned, using you as my test subject."
Shruti lifted her head, not sure if she heard the Doctor. "W-w-what?" Try as she might, she could not stay still now; the strong tingling from the ginger in her ass was making her move involuntarily. The pain from her hooks was increasing, like a dense fog encasing her mind. She felt faint, very close to losing consciousness.
"I said, I want to use you as my test subject. The process would take a few weeks; I'll do a nip here, a tuck there, and you'll end up looking even more beautiful - so exotic you'll be almost feline." Keiko stepped into the room, two tiny tea candles in her hands. She positioned them directly under the fishing weights.
The heat from the candle flames crept up, and immediately Shruti could feel her nipples beginning to burn. She moved again to keep the heat of the flames off the sensitive skin in her nipples, and another wave of pain swept through her. In spite of herself, her litigation training compelled her to argue, her voice strained. "This is insane. Please! My father will make you a rich man if you send me home!"
Roger knelt down so his face was even with hers and stroked her hair. "Oh kitten, you're still not understanding me. There is no way out of here for you. You ruined my life. I don't want your father's money. I intend to make you a slave, and humiliate you every day for the rest of your life. Maybe I'll even have some fun and send your father some of your pictures, just to torture him."
"Right now, you have a choice to make. Stay hanging and in terrible pain for weeks, or beg me to change you." He signaled to Keiko with his hand, and she moved the candles directly beneath Shruti's pussy. She could smell her pubic hair as it began to singe. Waves of pain rolled over her as she moved to avoid this new torture, and she involuntarily cried out again. Roger chuckled. "Better hurry. Soon you won't have a voice left to beg with, and that would be unfortunate."
"PLEASE!" she screamed. "I want you to use me! I'll do anything you ask, just please let me DOWN!"
The heat from the candles went away, and Shruti felt herself being lowered to the floor. She lay there sobbing as the hooks were taken out of her. Parts of her skin still felt like they were on fire, but her pain lessened considerably. The ginger root was pulled roughly from her ass.
She lay on the floor, small trickles of blood running down her sides from the hook holes. Relief flowed into her extremities as the clamps were removed from her fingers and toes. She felt herself beginning to lose the battle to remain conscious.
Roger continued, "After Keiko cleans you up and bandages your wounds, your transformation to something less than human will begin. You'll be chained in a stall in the barn. There will be a litter box for you to relieve yourself in." He looked down and saw that Shruti had passed out again. He turned towards Keiko. "Let's start with some physical training. Once she regains her appetite, don't feed her until she's able to clean her pussy with her tongue as a cat would. And we'll start her off eating cat food; however, if she manages to bend that extra bit and clean her own asshole, reward her with a fine meal of tandoori fish. It makes perfect sense, as cats love fish, isn't that right, my love?"
Keiko obediently bowed at the waist, Japanese style. "Yes, my husband. Consider it done." After he left, she bent over so her lips were right next to Shruti's ear. "You will suffer, lawyer bitch, and I shall enjoy watching you!" she hissed.For the moment, Velvet could only feel a slight downward pressure from the weight of the sulky, but there was no one in the seat yet. Luisa attached a single light chain from a ring in front of the seat, then to the back of Velvet's collar. Attaching the reins to the rings on each of Velvet's nipples, Luisa brought them back and placed them across a bar just above the foot area in front of the sulky, then awkwardly maneuvered her pregnant body into the seat.
Because of the blinders, Velvet couldn't see anywhere but forward. She could tell by the tightness of the reins pulling on her nipples that Luisa had picked them up. She felt the reins go up and slap down on her shoulders, and took this as a sign to begin pulling.
Velvet heard the whisper of the buggy whip through the air, then felt the sharp sting across her ass cheeks. She cried out in painful surprise. "Faster, bitch," she heard Luisa command, and she tried to pick up her pace as best she could with the painful hoof boots.
With the blinders on, Velvet had no idea where she was going. But there was no need to see, the reins told her when to turn. The buggy whip on her back and rear told her when she wasn't pulling hard enough. Her little Mistress was demanding her best today, and she tried very hard to comply. Tears ran down the outside of the hood as the pain in her feet combined with the repeated sting of the whip.
Luisa steered Velvet down a path to a wooded area at the edge of the farm property and pulled her to a stop under the trees. Velvet stood whickering quietly, her skin sweating from being driven hard, red welts on her back and her ass cheeks from the whip. Luisa climbed down off the sulky, taking the blanket and spreading it on the ground.
She unclipped the reins and took out Velvet's bit, then removed the yoke chains from the d-rings on the waist strap. Clipping a lead on the posture collar, Luisa led Velvet to the blanket and made her kneel, then laid her on her side. "I'm sorry I can't release you entirely, mi corazon," the pregnant girl whispered. "If we're gone too long, the Master may wonder what we've been up to, so I'll have to keep you in your tack - except for...." Undoing the bit strap, she pulled it from Velvet's mouth and their lips met, softly and gently before Luisa pulled away.
Luisa spread her ponygirl's legs, then undid the crotch strap. Velvet whinnied in relief, then gasped in pleasure as Luisa's tongue began to lap at her abused pussy lips. Her body began to tremble in the restraints as her young pregnant caretaker brought her closer to climax. The bells on Velvet's nipples tinkled gently as Luisa's hands reached up and gently caressed her tits, thrills running all through her body. Her orgasm hit hard and Velvet cried out, pressing her crotch into her brown lover's face. "OH LUISA! YES! OH YES!" Luisa was rewarded with a warm spray of urine flooding her mouth, overflowing down her chin. She slurped it up greedily.
Afterwards, Luisa lay next to her ponygirl and once again gently kissed her lips, her hands roaming up and down the long lean body. Velvet could taste her own juices and piss as she ran her tongue around the girl's lips to savor the moment.
"Well, well, aren't you two a pair...." A deep male voice interrupted their reverie; both their heads jerked around to see Roger standing there, hands on his hips and a frown on his face. | 4 |
111,463 | Carol 7 | Having cleaned each other, we lay spooning in the bed, and I nuzzled her lovely ear and basked in the warmth of our bodies.
"Well," she said in a soft voice. "You don't seem disgusted with what I did."
"Did you think I would be?" I asked in the same soothing tone as hers.
"I wasn't sure. I really don't know you very well, even though we have lived next to each other for years; the difference in our ages has kept us pretty much strangers."
"I plan on changing that."
"What?" she asked.
"Us being strangers. I want to know everything about you."
She rolled over on her back and looked deep into my eyes. "Why?" she asked in a puzzled voice. "I just fucked you, your friends, and your dog. Why in the hell would you want to get to know me? I mean, I can understand that you want to have me available to fuck in the future, but why would you want more than that? Unless... you figure you can whore me out and make some money off of me."
"Oh God, no! The thought never crossed my mind."
"Then why?"
"I'm not sure I can explain it, because I'm not sure why myself. But something inside me doesn't want you to leave my side. What is even more confusing is the fact that you just fucked me, my friends, and my dog, which makes you hotter to me than you can even imagine. I have never known anyone that sexually free, and for some reason, that turns me on. I love watching you fuck. You must have known something was going on inside of me, or why else would you assume that you could plant your sloppy cunt on my face after John fucked you?"
She smiled at the memory. "You're right there. I did see something when you cleaned me up with the washcloth after Kyle pounded my pussy. I have seen the look that was in your eyes, in the eyes of other men who wanted to eat cum from my cunt. The first time it happened, the guy practically had to beg me to let him eat me, because I could not believe he was serious. When I saw it in your eyes, I decided that I would make you wait to fuck me as well as hump your face with a black man's cum inside of me. If I hadn't been so worn out after Bubba, you would have been eating dog sperm as well."
My dick was standing tall at the thought, and she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.
"I see dog cum isn't something that you would draw the line at."
I smiled back at her. "I don't know why, but if it's cum and it is in your cunt, I want to eat it."
"I guess that makes us one fucked up pair. I guess we were made for each other," she laughed in disbelief at the thought.
"I don't think we are fucked up, but I am beginning to believe that we're made for each other."
"You're kidding? Are you talking boyfriend/girlfriend? Because there's no way I will be faithful to one guy," she said with defiance in her voice.
"I know," I calmly told her. | 3 |
111,494 | Once Upon a Time Part 2 - Mystify (Merry Christmas) | Have you ever heard a song that took you back to a distant time and place? Somewhere that, if only for a few minutes, you were young and carefree once again? This happens to me all the time since I hit the big four-oh, and I have started to relish these moments like a fine wine. I got the idea to chronicle these short adventures after my last experience - both to extend the pleasure as well as have something to refer to in case it ever stops. I'm Joel by the way, Joel Eastin of Dallas, Texas. For reasons that should be fairly evident, some of the names and places will be changed in these stories. But, there is no excitement without some danger - so many will be left as they are, beginning with my name and ending who knows where.
I spend my days managing the IT group for a large aerospace company. As one might imagine, this is a very boring job, so we have to find ways to entertain ourselves during the week. Fridays are almost always dead in the afternoon since no one wants to have to wait for us to show up and fix something - so most things that break on Friday usually don't get reported until Monday. As a way to pass the time, I have taken to playing DJ on Friday afternoons. Taking requests and playing them on the entertainment system in my office. Since the team is so diverse, I usually have to suffer through a variety of music that does not appeal to me. But as compensation, I get to subject my listeners with my selections from time to time - so it balances out. I rarely veto any requests, but if you want Taylor Swift or Justin Bieber - you're in for a hard time. On this particular Friday, a song that I had heard a million times served as the trigger for my latest trip down memory lane. Most of the time, I have a sense of the person, place, or time that triggers it - but this time there was no warning. By the time Michael Hutchence belted out 'Some silken moment, Goes on forever' I was lost in time. The scene before me was familiar enough. As with a lot of these visits back in time - I was in high school, I recognized the classroom and knew I was in Drama class. That made this my Junior year, but I didn't have much else to go on. Before I could get my bearings, the bell rang and young me was up and out the door.
If you haven't been following along, now would be a good time to understand that this is not some trading places trick, nor is it any kind of possession. If anything, I am moving around in a television program that I can control. What I see is the entirety of the scene, not just my younger self's point of view. Normally, this is not an issue, because I know what he, or I, is/was thinking at the time. This time was a bit different, I had no idea what was going on in that head of his/mine. I followed Joel out into the hall, and had I any substance here, I would have been bowled over by the girl running up behind him. "Joel. Hey Joel, wait up!" she cried as she sprinted to catch up. When she finally did, she hugged him around the neck and only when he spun to greet her did I catch a glimpse of anything besides long dirty blonde hair. Holy shit! Reagan White, I hadn't seen her in decades. I still wasn't sure where this was going - but rather than fast forward, I let things play out for a bit. "You were right, I loved this album - how did you know I would like it?" She handed Joel the cassette tape, and I noticed it was 'In My Tribe' by the 10,000 Maniacs - a great album if you're into lush vocals and jangly guitars. Joel smiled as he answered "I like female singers, and when I heard how topical it was, I figured you'd dig it. Glad I was right, did you make a copy already or should I put one together for you?"
I almost laughed at his attempt at suave, because even though I didn't recognize this memory, I knew how anxious I got when I dealt with the cheerleaders. Even though I knew all of them, and was at least friendly with the ones I liked - I never could shake the idea that they were too good for me. It wasn't because they were all tens, although a few of them were way up there. It was a sense of entitlement that they carried around with them wherever they went. I had noticed that it was worse when they were together, so I tended to only take chances with one of them when they were away from the herd. Reagan was my favorite, she wasn't the prettiest or even the best cheerleader - in reality she was as big a geek as I had ever met, but she was cute and in the right social circles, so there she was.
Reagan explained that she had made a copy, and was wondering if Joel had any other suggestions that he thought she might like. "Yeah, I think I could find you a few others that might suit you, I can bring them Friday, that work for you?" She shook her head, "It's only Wednesday, why the wait?" Joel explained that he had to work that evening, and by the time he had time to pull a few things it would be after school on Thursday. "What about then, can we meet up after school tomorrow? If you can bring me home, I can skip the bus and go home with you." Joel agreed that would work, and they both headed off to class.
I was starting to get an idea where I was now, so I fast-forwarded to just before final bell on Thursday. My old buddy Martin and I were waiting in Journalism class for the bell to ring. "...and so you say yes, and now she is going home with you? What the hell, man, you're punching above your weight class here." Joel Eastin, both then and now, was never shy about his abilities. "No, I'm punching above yours, sir. Give it a rest, we are going to listen to music, make a few tapes and then I'm taking her home - this isn't a date, dude." Just then the final bell rang and it was time to go. Joel flashed a mischievous grin "Don't wait up..." he said as he headed out to his car. After a few minutes, Reagan exited the school and waved at him as she walked across the parking lot. "It is so cool that you have a car! I cannot wait until I get my license, I've been practicing for six months." I watched as they both jumped in the car and made the twenty-minute drive to the house.
Another jump ahead and we're arriving at our house, Reagan had never been this far out in the sticks, so she was surprised to find such a nice neighborhood in what most people thought of as empty woods. Joel gave her a quick tour of the place before leading her back to his room to look over his gigantic music collection. "Wow, that is some collection," she said as she browsed around the shelves upon shelves of tapes and CDs, and Joel explained that since there was no cable service in that neck of the woods, music was his main source of entertainment. Having long gotten over the creepiness of reviewing memories featuring underage girls, I watched as she reviewed the available options and began selecting items she wanted to listen to. At five and a half feet, she was not the tallest of the cheerleaders, but she certainly had a nice shape. Even back then, I was not a fan of the stick figure girls - preferring a softer shape. Built for comfort, that was my type then, and it still is today. As she bent to see the bottom shelves, I admit to being distracted - but when she noticed the books that took up the bottom two shelves of each case - I knew what this memory was.
Reagan, having lost all thought of the music collecting, began reviewing my library and pointing out the ones she had read. "Ooh, you like Saberhagen? I loved the Book of Swords series, but I never heard of the Lost Swords, is it the same? Oh wow, you have a lot of horror that I have never heard of before." She browsed a bit more and grabbed the paperback version of 'Swan Song' off the shelf and read the description. "This sounds good, can I borrow it?" Joel assured her that anything she would like to try out was hers, and suggested that he get them some drinks while she browsed. He returned a few minutes later with sodas for the both of them, and she had selected a few more books from the shelves. "How is it possible that you are this cool, and we've never hung out before?" she asked. Joel kind of shrugged it off, "How is it you are a super geek, yet one of the most popular girls in school? There is no rhyme or reason to it - it's just the way things are." She took him by the hand and led him to sit on the edge of his bed, we both watched as she sat and was shocked by the movement of the waterbed mattress. She grinned and patted the spot next to her, "Come sit here for a minute."
Now, I was never a particularly good student - but I am also not stupid, so when beckoned by the cheerleader on my bed to come join her, I was there in a flash! "There is no point in trying to understand what you are thinking about Reagan, cliques just kind of happened when we left middle school - ya' know?I may have been upset for a bit when it happened, but you know what? I am happy it worked out that way, I have had the chance in the last two years to meet some very cool people. People who would never have spoken to me if I was part of your group. She looked puzzled at this, "Who would not talk to me or my friends?" Joel smiled at her, "You're smarter than that, babe, yes, you are always nice to people and I've never seen you look down on or bully anyone - but many of your friends do. And even when you're nice to a geek or stoner, they feel nervous because you are so out of their league - with your expensive clothes and fancy house and what will surely be an expensive flashy car very soon, right?" She sat and considered this for a moment, and then she dove in - "But wait, you have a car and you live in this big, beautiful house. I mean, sure, you could dress better, but it's clear you have an individual style. Why would you be different?" Joel explained a bit more, "I'm not putting you down, it's really not that hard to see from the outside. Next time you are hanging out, just watch your friends, it's a very self-contained system."
She was clearly distraught over his accusation, "Give me an example, Joel. What do you mean by self-contained?" He asked who she was currently dating, and when she replied that she was single at the moment, he changed the question "Who was your last boyfriend?" She said it had been Rob Parks, and that she was pretty sure Joel knew that already. "That's my point, Reagan, who else would expect everyone to know who they were dating like that? Who am I dating at the moment?" Joel was surprised when she answered him "no one since you broke up with that Ginger girl a few months ago." Undeterred by the evidence that she apparently followed his love life, he continued. "Since your group is self-contained, most of the school figures you will soon be dating Todd Sipps, because he recently broke up with Amy Charles, has he asked you yet?" Her blush was answer enough, "that's what I mean by self-contained. You will more than likely say yes, and in a few months you will move on to another guy in your group. You and your friends live in an aquarium, and like most fish - you have no idea that someone is always watching you."
She put her arm around Joel, smiling a sad smile, and asked him how he got so smart. "I read a lot and I watch people even more, that's why I love being able to move through all the social groups - I get to observe more that way. I can hang out with you like this, and still go play Dungeons and Dragons with Paul Moon and his crew after I drop you off. How cool is that?" She leaned over and kissed him, nothing x-rated - but sweet "I can see why she likes you so much, you are an awesome guy. I've known you for years and never realized how cool you are." I watched as young me floundered, trying to come up with a way to respond to the kiss. "Uh, Reagan, what are you doing? And who are you talking about, that likes me?"
She stood up and began to remove Joel's shirt as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I am simply taking advantage of your offer, you said I could try out anything you had - so since I found something I like, I'm going to give it a try before I decide how much I like it. As for who I meant - you have to know that Anna is in love with you, as smart as you are." The look on his/our face was one of bewilderment, and I could see the wheels turning in that thick young head of his. We only knew two Anna's at this point in our lives, and one of them was a very slutty stoner chick from the rival high school - no way Reagan knew who she was. That left Anna Hopwil, another cheerleader, and one that we knew only a bit from some shared classes. "You're crazy, that girl is so uptight that I doubt she knows who I am, all she seems to care about are grades and getting into the right college." At this point, Joel was trying to decide if he should fight her in her attempts to disrobe him, or simply give in - he certainly had no complaints about the idea of getting with her, but was thinking it could be a trap.
"She is only like that at school, in reality she is a sweet girl who is more than a bit infatuated with you. I think it's the bad boy image that does it for her, but then again - you don't seem that bad to me. A bad boy wouldn't be fighting me taking his pants off like this, would he?" Joel grinned, "No ma'am, a bad boy would start ripping your clothes off, wouldn't he?"
Two hours later, Joel was dropping her off at her house armed with enough reading and listening material to last her a few weeks. She gave him a quick peck before she exited, and asked him if he was planning on attending the Titusville Christmas parade on Friday night. Joel shook his head, "I wasn't planning on it, I am on call tomorrow at work, so I was thinking I'd hang at the pool hall or something." Reagan shook her head, "No, you should hang out at the end of the parade route, we're marching at the front - so we'll look for you there when we finish." Before he could ask who 'we' was, she was out of the car and walking up to her front door. Just before she entered, she turned and blew a little kiss at him, "Todd Sipps, my ass!" - and she was gone. True to his word, Joel headed over to Paul's to play D&D. While I had enjoyed it then, I'd be damned if I was gonna watch that shit show - so I hit the fast forward.
Friday at school began with a heartfelt diatribe from Martin, on the dangers of disrupting the social order, often punctuated by the guffaws of several of the guys who were hanging around. Joel watched Anna in their Gym and AP English classes, she never looked at him or showed any signs of being a living, breathing human at all - that he saw. He came to the conclusion that Reagan was screwing with him, and let it go. On the subject of Reagan, although she had approached him after Drama to make sure he was going to the parade - he had made no attempt to find her during the day. Although his buddies knew he had taken her to his place, there was no other details out there, and he wanted to keep it that way. Even though Martin was a dumb shit - his speech wasn't too far off the mark, Joel feared he would get a visit from the prep squad if that got out. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed Amy talking to Todd on his way to Journalism, the only way she could have been more blatant was if she'd pointed at him and shouted "That's Him!". While he wasn't afraid to fight over important things, he wasn't really sure that the thing with Reagan was all that important. He liked her, sure enough, but the thought of a high maintenance girlfriend was more than he wanted to deal with at the moment.
As the bell rang, Joel headed out towards the parking lot but was cut off before he could make his exit. Six cheerleaders surrounded him and began pummeling him with questions. All things considered, the idea of six preppy guys trying to wail on him would have been a better time. Amy Charles, the captain of the squad was asking him who he thought he was, and her minions were squawking questions about what he and Reagan had been up to yesterday. I watched as young me kept his head and grabbed Amy's hand, pulling her towards the door. "If you have something to say to me, just come say it - but leave these bitches here please," he said. Amy allowed him to lead her over to his car, where he opened the passenger door and asked her to take a seat. Once she had, he took his place in the driver's seat. "Is this going to be quick or should I take you for a bite to eat while you interrogate me?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he headed out of the lot and towards the closest burger joint.
Once food had been secured, Joel sat down and asked flat out, "What's the problem, Amy?" She took a huge bite of the burger, "I haven't had one of these in forever, damn that's good!" She got the bite down and looked at Joel very seriously. "What were you thinking, messing around with Reagan? You know half the guys want to kick your ass right?" Joel smiled as she dug into the food, "That wasn't my idea, Amy, and since when did you care who I mess around with? Not like we hang out anymore, I wasn't aware I needed your permission - is that some new cheerleader code of conduct or something?" She gave him a searing glance, and quickly erupted into laughter - loud enough, it turned out, to get them some wary looks from the old folks in the restaurant. "God I miss you, you asshole. When are you going to come to your senses and join the rest of us? You belong with us, and you know it. You may have the rest of them fooled, but I know you, and if you are running around with my girlfriends you might as well join the group - don't you think?"
Like me, Amy had transferred during middle school to the other side of the school district. While her parents had moved into a nice place in Kingwood where all the preppy kids lived, mine had ventured out into the unincorporated area to the north. Like I said, it was the sticks to all of them, the land of trailers and front yard parking lots. We had known each other for years, and while she rarely recognized that fact, I knew deep down we had each other's backs. The distance was understandable, I mean she became the queen of the crew, Head cheerleader and Treasurer of the Student Government. I on the other hand, had taken my hands off the wheel and decided to let life take me where it wanted. As I watched, I could see that all she wanted was for him/me to say yes. While we had been too young to 'go out' I have no doubt she was imagining the two of us parading around the halls like we owned the school. But it was not to be, and both young Joel and old knew it without a doubt.
"Amy, I miss you too but like I've told you before, that's your scene - not mine.I had no intention of doing anything other than listening to some music with Reagan. She started things and almost insulted me when I was considering how to proceed - so yes, I went for it. I am not going to ask her to marry me, nor am I seeking anything more from her. It was fun, but it was just a thing, right? No use in making a huge deal out of it.
Amy sighed, "No big deal, right? So you're not going to the parade tonight to watch her march? Cause she certainly thinks you are, she told Anna you would be waiting at the finish area tonight. And she told Todd she wasn't interested in dating him, so unless she plans on being single until one of the other guys becomes available - what do you think she is planning on doing?" Unable to care less, Joel was at his wits' end until the Anna part, that made some sense. "She is under the impression that Anna is crushing on me, so I assume she is trying to hook us up. That seems about as likely as you entering a pie eating contest, but yes, I told her I would stop by to get her off my ass about it."
When he mentioned Anna, the look on her face changed drastically. "Come on, we have to go - you get to drive me home since you kidnapped me." In the car, away from prying ears, Amy was a bit more forthcoming. "She thinks Anna is into you? That's what she said? What words did she use - tell me everything." Joel repeated her words as best he remembered them from that day, and as she heard them, Amy was visibly shaken. "You have to go tonight, regardless of the outcome of all this - you need to go and we need to talk after, you get me? You come by tomorrow, and we can go somewhere and talk, OK?" Joel wasn't sure he wanted to agree to anything, the whole damn thing seemed like a trap, but he couldn't figure out why Reagan would go along with all of that for a prank. He told Amy as much, and she disagreed, "It's not a trap, at least not with Reagan involved, she is too nice for that. She is just a passionate person, and obviously you two connected somehow - she'd never do anything like that. Do you remember Freshman year when we both went to the old neighborhood for Brandon and Brandy's birthday? Remember the secret I told you that day?"
Joel nodded, they had both been friends with the twins for a long time, so an hour ride was a small price for their two families to visit old friends. What he and I remembered most was the fact that Amy had been like her old self again, and the two of them had hung out for a few hours like old times while the twins bounced between them and their local friends. Once, in a moment when they were alone - Amy had confided that she had recently had sex for the first time. While it had seemed odd when she blurted it out, I think both of us realized that had we remained close - we would have talked about this kind of stuff with each other, so it was no big deal. "I do remember, but I cannot begin to fathom why that would be important to our current discussion. I assume you've done it more than once since then, right? Just spill it, what the actual fuck is going on?" Amy seemed embarrassed, which was a surprise, as Joel never remembered her being that type. Since I had the benefit of over twenty years' worth of experience, I was prepared for it - but he had no clue what was coming. "Joel, I never would tell you who it was, and you were nice enough not to pester me, but I'm sure you had to wonder who it was right? It was her, it was Anna."
The look on his/my face was worth the wait, but the rest of this was going to be a bit too sappy for my taste - perhaps someday I will trigger off of some tune and revisit, but for now - fast forward.
Starting time for the parade was rapidly approaching when Joel, fresh from his visit to barter goods for services in order to have the night free of work, parked and approached the staging area at the end of the route. When he recognized some folks he knew, who were obviously working on the parade - he put on his cool guy mask. I knew, however, that he was freaking out on the inside, worried about what was coming next. Joel took a seat on the curb and waited until he could hear the music coming. The route was about six blocks, so he moved to the back of the crowd and watched them approach. Front and center was Amy, damn near the six feet she would reach by senior year, too thin for our taste, but undeniably sexy. She was apparently 'conducting' the group, as they marched about ten yards before stopping to do a routine for the crowd, and then repeat. During the last routine, Joel saw Reagan scanning the crowd, and he shifted to remain out of her line of sight. When she moved past him, he returned his attention to the group, and Anna was staring right at him. As soon as she saw that he'd noticed her, she winked at him and motioned toward the end of the line. Realizing that he was caught, he made his way over to the staging area and waited for them to come find him.
I watched as my younger self waited, trying to keep up a cool, detached attitude, as if he was only there because he had nothing better to do at the moment. While I knew about all the crazy shit we'd gone through since, to him this was the weirdest couple of days in his young life. I remembered being alternately concerned that this was an elaborate trap to kick my ass, or that it was leading to a kinky as hell three-way with two cheerleaders. I honestly couldn't decide which scared me more.
Joel was waiting for Anna to approach, but was not surprised when half the cheerleaders made their way over to him. Amy was in the lead, and the look she gave him was one part 'sorry for this' and two parts 'you better come talk to me tomorrow'. "Get out of here, you skeevy asshole! I told you earlier to leave her alone, do I need to get some guys over here to kick your ass?" Upon arriving, she grinned and slapped Joel in the face - not hard enough to do damage, but damn it stung. This make-believe aggression was the last straw, he would indeed go find her tomorrow, and if she pissed him off any more - he'd let the whole world in on just how well they knew each other. Before she could do anything else, Reagan was on her, "I asked him to come, cut the BS Amy - you are not my mom, so you get no vote in who I hang out with! Come on Joel." Taking her hand, Joel was pulled along in her wake, until she finally stopped near the edge of the parking lot and turned to apologize. The apology was cut off when she found Joel laughing his ass off over the whole deal. "I'm sorry...wait, what is so funny?"
Joel had finally had enough, "I don't know, this entire damn thing? Where are the boys tonight Reagan? Was that show for them or what? Why should Amy care if you asked me to come? This whole thing feels like a trap, is it?" From the look on her face, it was clear to him that if it was a trap - she had no idea about it. "Look, I think you are awesome, and you are totally my favorite cheerleader - but you know we can't go out right? It would really make life hard for you, and I'm not really in the market for a girlfriend anyway." Reagan directed Joel to get in the car, and when she sat in the passenger seat she let him have it. "So because we got friendly, you assume that I want to be your girl? Do you think I am so shallow that I need a guy to be happy? I had fun with you, but that's all it was Joel. I wanted to make sure you were the kind of guy I thought you were before you got anywhere near Anna." She directed him to head for the school, saying that they'd meet Anna there. "She has to ride with her parents because they are so overprotective, but she will meet us there in about an hour."
The ride to the school was only about fifteen minutes and when they arrived, Reagan took him into the field house beside the football stadium. Producing a key, she unlocked the door and motioned for Joel to enter. I knew the fear he had, I'd lived this once already, but he manned up and headed in - expecting to be jumped by any number of guys once inside. "If she's not going to be here for an hour, why are we already here Reagan?" She sat on a bench and told him to have a seat. "We are here because you need to know a few things before she gets here, OK? First, she is my best friend, and we have a bond that you wouldn't understand." Joel thought he might have a bit of a clue about that bond, but he couldn't say anything - he'd promised Amy he wouldn't. "Second, this is probably going to be very strange for you, but I need to tell you what is going to happen here. Before I go any farther, you need to agree that you are OK with this, it is very likely that you will have sex with Anna tonight, but it has to be on our terms - do you understand that?" Joel nodded, still convinced he was being set up. "Very well, as I said - Anna is my best friend, and she has decided that she wants you to be her first. The thing is, I couldn't figure out why she picked you, so I needed to get to know more about you before I went along with this. Honestly Joel, you are a great guy and I think we probably have more in common than anyone would have guessed. While I meant what I said earlier about not needing a boyfriend, I certainly could see us becoming an item, because you are not only fun to fool around with, but you are interesting to talk to as well."
As she was speaking, she got closer and closer to Joel, finally standing before him with her hands on his shoulders. "Anna and I are alike in some ways, but as you've noticed - she is a bit timid and is entirely focused on her future. That's her parents' influence, and it will never go away. When she gets away from them, she has always had the desire to experiment, but she is afraid of sex. Her mother has her convinced it is painful and derogatory. Now, imagine that mental picture and guess what it is like to hang out with our group."He didn't have to work too hard to imagine that. The guys in that group were mostly cool, but a few of them were bullies of the highest order, and they usually got the others worked up pretty good.
Somebody got the idea in her head that she should find a guy from outside the group to be with first, so that if things went wrong, there would be no worries of stories passing between everyone.
Looking back on it now, I have come to believe that person was Amy. It's the only thing that makes sense. First, the explosive reaction when she'd heard Anna wanted to meet me, and then the confession out of left field about how she'd had sex with her Freshman year. Amy was just crass enough to worry about the impact to her squad if Amy went into meltdown on the lap of some football player. When this trip down memory lane is over, I need to call that bitch.
So, with that decided, she was almost ready to approach you when she freaked out about what might happen if you hurt her, or she couldn't make herself do it. She really seems to be interested in you, and I became worried that if you did become her first, she'd do anything for you. So I did my little recon trip to gauge for myself if you were that kind of prick. I asked a lot of the girls that know you questions, and you'll be glad to know that aside from one angry band chick, you are a pretty well-liked guy, even by your pump and dumps. She paused here and gave Joel another of those wonderful brief kisses. "I found out that you are an awesome guy. Hell, I wish you'd have been my first, but no point in crying over spilled milk, eh? I told Anna that, and she was glad to hear it, but she was still scared. So that gets me to the strange part of this evening..." Joel snorted, "Oh, so we haven't hit the weird part yet? This outta be outrageous!" He was rewarded with a punch in the shoulder, and she smiled. Looking at her now, I realize that smile was the gold standard in my view for most of my high school life. There have been a few since this, but hers was the first - the smile that made me fall head over heels.
The strange part is I am going to be here for the entire thing, to hold her hand, to coach her, to answer questions - to make sure she is alright. Joel choked a bit at this. "I know, this is super weird, and I am sorry - if that changes your mind, you need to say so now because she will be here any moment." Again, young me tried to play it off like things like this happened all the time, but I remember the fear and excitement that he was battling with. I watched as he agreed to proceed, much to Reagan's relief. "Perfect, thanks for this, it means so much to us. Now, you might see some things that shock you, and we can talk about that afterwards - but please be patient with her." She got up and opened the door to the trainer's office, explaining that it would be more comfortable. The office was large, and had two stainless steel tables in its center, as well as a few cots against the wall. Joel helped Reagan move the cots closer together, creating a makeshift bed. "It's not a palace, but it'll do. Do you have what you need?" Joel removed a condom from his wallet, "Yes, but at this point I am too nervous to imagine putting this on." She grabbed a backpack from the trainer's desk and placed a box of Trojans on the desk, "just in case..." and withdrew a cassette tape which she placed in the small boombox on the desk. She noticed Joel trying to sneak a peek at the case, "Nothing sexy, she's a big fan of INXS so I thought this would relax her some." She hit play, and the loud grunting at the intro for 'Guns in the Sky' began. "Jesus, not exactly romantic is it?" she asked. "I got this, no worries." Joel assured her. While not his favorite group, he was a big fan of this album. He stopped the tape and fast-forwarded to the silence at the end of 'Devil Inside'. "That should do it, there is one bump in the middle - but it should work out nicely."
At that moment, they both heard the front door open, and they both got quiet real quick. While he had no doubt that Reagan was as nervous as he was, she was probably not fighting the lingering idea that there was still an ass-kicking waiting in the wings. They both calmed down when they heard the quiet "Hello?" from the other room. Without waiting for any kind of sign from Reagan, Joel walked out to greet Anna, who tensed up as soon as she saw him. "Hello Anna, we need to talk for a minute, is that OK?" he motioned for her to have a seat on the bench. While she was getting comfortable, both old and young Joel took the picture in. Anna, while a cheerleader, was not athletic in the least. I'd bet money that the cheer thing was application fodder for college. At maybe an inch or two over five feet, her build is one that to this day I believe can only exist in teenage girls, not a stick but not chubby either - the only word that could describe her build was soft. Dirty blonde hair and a small B-cup complemented the package, but the killer was her eyes - they were a damn near silver shade of gray. "Where is Reagan?" Anna asked. "I'm here, Anna - no worries," she came out of the office.
Joel took charge of the scene, the presence of authority even giving me pause. Suddenly, I felt very visible and like I should be excusing myself. "Anna, Reagan has dropped quite a bit of strange shit on me this evening, and while I did tell her I would go along - you and I need to talk for a moment. Did you set this up? Is this what you want to happen?" She nodded, but Joel would have none of that. Even though I was aware of how this turned out, I was proud that he was sensible enough to ask these questions. "Nope, you need to speak, and you need to confirm what she's said to me. I am sorry if this is upsetting, and if what she told me is true - I am prepared to do my best for you - but I need to hear it from you." She stood, leaving her bag on the bench, and approached him. "Yes, Joel. I arranged this evening, and I do want you to be my first. Some of what Reagan did was not in my plan, but I understand why she did it - and I love her for it." She looked at Reagan, "Did you explain to him?" and when she nodded, Anna went to her and wrapped an arm around her before resuming, "I want to do this, and I want it to be you. She is here because I couldn't do it without her. So, how do we do this?" Joel held up a finger, "Just one more question, why me? We have never really talked beyond the simple niceties, how did you decide on me?"
At this point, I fast forward again. Don't worry, you aren't missing anything interesting. It turns out that she was friends with a girl I dated Freshman year. Anna was ready to date, but her parents wouldn't let her, so apparently she lived vicariously through her friend while we dated. Maybe I will visit that memory another time.
The trio gathered in the trainer's office, both Joel and Anna moving as if in a daze. Reagan started the music, and Joel was surprised when Anna began to dance to the music, her mood seeming to respond to the beat of the song. "How about we start slow?" Joel suggested, as he grabbed her in his arms and went in to kiss her on the neck. The response was immediate, as she pulled his face up and began the type of kiss that most virgins are not familiar with. "OK, not your first kiss then, am I? What about this?" Joel reached up the back of her shirt, undoing her bra - he allowed it to hang free while he removed the shirt altogether. Anna was clearly comfortable up to this point, and I watched as Joel wrestled with the decision to move along - alternating between each breast as a stalling tactic. The pants came off next, and to his surprise - there was nothing underneath. "I guess you came prepared, eh?" he joked. She pushed him back, "I sure did, now it's your turn."
She took her time removing his shirt, and when it came time for the pants, she shot a questioning gaze at Reagan. "Hell if I know, most guys are usually naked if I let them get that far!" Joel offered some assistance, unbuckling his belt to allow her to drop his shorts and underwear. Then she was face to face with what I really believe was her first penis. She touched it, and the look of concentration gave truth to my assumption. Needless to say, I was not really paying that great of attention the first time this happened to me. She tentatively licked the head, and finding nothing objectionable - she took the first few inches into her mouth and held it there.
Both Joel and Reagan waited to see what she'd do next, and Anna didn't disappoint, taking the remainder and pressing her nose into Joel's pubic hair. While Reagan was in shock, it was Joel who gasped, he'd never felt such intense pleasure in his young life. The girl had taken him into her throat, which had only happened with one other girl he'd been with so far. The difference was the suction she provided, and the fact that she never lost eye contact with him. The look on her face was an erotic mix of longing and dogged determination, and it was unbelievable the effect that it had on him. Before Joel could even consider his next action, Reagan was on her knees next to Anna. "How in the hell did you do that?" she asked.
Anna explained that 'a friend' had given her a toy to practice on, and that while it was a bit thinner than Joel, it was a few inches longer. Apparently she'd practiced until she could swallow most of that toy. "Can't you do this?" Anna asked her friend. "Maybe half of that, and that is pushing it for me." Reagan replied. Anna smiled up at Joel and asked if she should continue, and he responded by pulling her up off her knees, "Why don't I return the favor for a few?" Reagan backed away as Anna laid down on the cots and spread her legs for Joel. "Don't go far Reagan..." she said.
Joel knelt down and was surprised to find the girl shaved damn near bald.She'd crafted a small patch of hair into a heart just above her clit, but beyond that, there was not a stray hair to be found at all. This was a new experience for him, and he wondered if it had to do with the girl-on-girl things that Amy had told him about. Being in Florida, it wasn't uncommon for the girls to keep their bikini areas well-manicured, but this took the cake. As he ran his tongue along her outer lips, she moaned a bit. The moan became a purr as he plunged his tongue into her entry, using it like a tiny penis, he quickly warmed her up before raising up to give some attention to her clit. Anna was responding to each and everything he tried, so he went a little farther - diving below again and probing the edges of her asshole lightly. To say she enjoyed that would be an understatement, and Joel almost got crushed between the powerful thighs of the cheerleader before he stopped.
"Oh my god, that was amazing! Do it again, please." So Joel returned to her ass and began to ring it with his tongue. After a moment, he inserted a finger into her sopping pussy and quickly followed it up with a second. As he flicked her rosebud, he pumped his fingers forcefully in and out, trying to find her g-spot. "Oh Reagan, his tongue is in my asshole! Jesus, it feels so good! I'm gonna... oh fuck... uungh!" As she came, Joel stopped his pumping motion, he simply traced the outline of her asshole with the tip of his tongue. Reagan, who'd moved over to watch him when Anna had told her what he was doing, smiled at Joel. "You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" Joel just smiled at her as he climbed up Anna's prone body to nuzzle at her neck.
Although it had only been about ten minutes, Anna was breathing hard as she came down from her orgasm. She kissed him passionately, ignoring Reagan's reminder of where his tongue had just been, and told him it was time. As the opening strains of the first truly romantic song on the album started, Joel entered her slowly. He stopped about halfway in, expecting some resistance, but none was encountered. As if reading his mind, Anna mentioned that gymnastics had taken her cherry many years before. Joel was soon buried to the hilt in Anna, who was visibly trembling. "Do you want me to stop?" Joel asked, and Anna shook her head. Reagan crawled over and sat near her friend's head, stroking her hair. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, babe. Just say stop and Joel will stop immediately." Anna insisted that she wanted to continue, and Reagan sat there as Joel began to slowly thrust in and out. After a minute or two, things were moving very smoothly, and Anna, who was back to making her almost cat-like purrs, demanded that he speed up "Harder Joel, harder!"
As the current song ended, I knew the moment that I'd come for was upon me. Despite the fact that young Joel was balls deep and plowing the girl for all he was worth, Anna wanted more. As Joel watched, she grabbed at Reagan - who was concerned for a moment that her friend was in distress. The concern passed when she was pulled down and kissed most passionately by her friend, who immediately began to come again. Seeing this almost put Joel over the edge, and only then did he realize that he'd neglected to put on a condom. He slowed down to prevent an accidental discharge and told Reagan and Anna that they'd forgotten to get a rubber, "I guess I need to pull out," he said.
Anna released Reagan's head, "No, do it in me - I want to feel it." Reagan's look told Joel that would be a bad idea. She stroked Anna's face and asked, "Do you trust me, babe?" Anna nodded, and Reagan laid her head down next to Anna's. "Do it up here, Joel. Anna, open your mouth." Her words, and the fact that she also opened her mouth wide, made it difficult for Joel to keep it under control. He managed to pull out and climb up beside both girls just in time, and with no real warning, he began to hose them down. Three or four big blasts, as well as a few smaller dribbles, were distributed evenly between the two girls. The first had overshot Anna's mouth and traced up the bridge of her nose all the way to her hairline. The last dribble ended up on Reagan's chin, which earned him a wink from the more experienced girl who'd kept her eyes open to watch him.
As Michael Hutchence was promising that the stars would shine upon us and kiss us every night, Reagan swallowed and turned to her friend. "Are you alright, Anna? You did great, I'm so happy for you." Anna was concerned about swallowing, but took solace when Reagan assured her that it wasn't bad. After she'd downed her load, she grabbed Reagan, and the two cleaned each other up and began to kiss again. Joel simply muttered, "Holy shit..." as he watched them pass the remainder of his load between them with their tongues a few times before swallowing that as well.
Anna eventually broke the kiss with her friend, just long enough to bring Joel into the action as well, and the three of them traded kisses for several minutes. I laughed, remembering the thoughts going through his/our head as he could taste himself on the lips of both girls. After a few moments of this, Reagan broke the silence as the scene began to fade out on me.
"So Joel, what are your plans for New Year's?"
"Joel. Hey Joel. Earth to Joel!"
I slowly realize that the person is speaking to now Joel, not then Joel, and I snap back to life. "Yeah, Earl. What's up?"
One of my employees is standing in my office doorway, wondering why the delay in playing the next song. "Man, it's been quiet for a few minutes, you alright?" I assure him I am fine, and I start 'Sister Ray' by the Velvet Underground, which gives me almost twenty minutes to get a quick smoke. As I walk out to the smokers' area, I thumb my phone's button to trigger Siri. | 4 |
111,496 | Once Upon a Time Part 1 - Lost in Your Eyes (The Bet) | Have you ever heard a song that took you back to a distant time and place? Somewhere that, if only for a few minutes, you were young and carefree once again? This happens to me all the time since I hit the big four-oh, and I have started to relish these moments like a fine wine. I got the idea to chronicle these short adventures after my last experience - both to extend the pleasure as well as have something to refer to in case it ever stops. I'm Joel by the way - Joel Eastin of Dallas, Texas. For reasons that should be fairly evident, some of the names and places will be changed in these stories. But, there is no excitement without some danger - so many will be left as they are, beginning with my name and ending who knows where.
The last time this happened, about two weeks ago, I was in the car headed to work. Like many, I have become dependent on my smartphone for most of my musical needs - Pandora over Bluetooth is my go-to for when I am in the car. On this morning, I had failed to charge said device overnight, so I was stuck with local radio. The first question would be "Don't you have a car charger?" and it would be a valid one. I do own one, but it had been shanghaied by my daughter at some point, never to be seen again. I had recently gotten the wife a new car, and like a dutiful husband, I traded my truck in towards it, which leaves me with her old van - which isn't worth much, but it's paid for. One car payment is my preference, so there I was - in the soccer mom van.
While my wife was a certified freak when we met, she has mellowed with age, so her programmed stations are a mix of light rock and country-pop. Not my favorites, but the smooth jams of the light rock station were certainly the lesser of two evils. As the Counting Crows faded out, I was hoping for some guilty pleasure song to replace it. I was thinking perhaps a power ballad from one of my favorite glam bands would be awesome, when suddenly a piano intro began, and I was instantly affected. Although I was driving to the office, the same one I had been driving to for over ten years now - I was instantly a teenager again. As Debbie Gibson began to explain how she gets lost in someone's eyes, I detected a whiff of chlorine, and I was lost to the memory.
Now, before we begin, you should know that these memories do not occur like a dream, where I am inhabiting the old me and experiencing things in first-person. It's more like I am watching a movie that I can move around in and manipulate at will. If I had to give an example, it's like I am on the Holodeck but as a writer/director rather than the actor. I can skip the dull stuff, or choose to let it run and I experience the sensations via memory and observation. Like I said, it's a bit weird - but anyway, on with the show.
"Jesus, I can smell the chlorine from here - did they spill it or are they trying to fry us?" Joel has pulled into the parking lot of the THS swimming pool with several of his friends and teammates. Since their school, the world-famous Astronaut High School, had declined a free pool from a well-known brewing company - the AHS team had to drive to the other school to practice. In addition to being a pain in the ass, it also meant that they couldn't practice until THS's team was done with the pool. So practice usually started two hours after school let out, which had sucked when they couldn't drive - it was now no big deal for Joel and the other upper-classmen. The lack of splashing was a giveaway, "the bastards canceled their practice and spiked the pool with chlorine, you know coach won't cancel, right?" Laughter from the passenger seat indicates that Steve McBocks, Joel's partner in crime, is just drunk enough to not give a shit about the chlorine.
I could have fast-forwarded through this part, but Steve died almost fifteen years ago - smashed out of his mind behind the wheel. We had grown apart, but it was a pleasant feeling to see him so young and full of life. I watch as young me and Steve jump out of the car so Steve's brother Gary can jump out of the backseat, and they sit on my old shitbox of a car and smoke while waiting for the team bus to show up. That was the curse of being young and on the team, you had to catch the bus to practice, which for most people meant hanging out at school for almost two hours every day. And as usual, the bus was late in arriving, they probably had to wait for the coach who was always running late.
"Why don't we go see Jen and the rest of the Volleyball girls?" Steve suggested. And the hits keep coming, I follow the crew into the gymnasium and get rewarded with a very fond memory. Like Steve and I, Jen was a senior at THS, and she and I had worked together for the last year and a half at one of the restaurants that lined Interstate 95 in Titusville. Tall, thin, blonde, and smart as a whip, she was the object of many a fine fantasy for most of the guys at work and on the swim team. When I had finally gotten up the courage to ask her out, I found I could add batshit crazy to that list as well - but that is a memory for another day. Jen spotted us almost immediately, and she and the rest of the girls put on a show for us as we waited for the bus. About fifteen minutes after we arrived, the rest of the men's team started streaming into the locker room.
Since the season had not even started yet, most of the Juniors and Seniors had spent the last two weeks hazing the new freshmen, and today was no different as Steve and Gary grabbed a tiny little freshman named Danny. "OK kid, if you want to be on the team, you have to earn your spot." Gary said as his brother placed him in a not unfriendly side headlock. The kid was game, "what do I need to do?" Expecting some push-back, neither of the brothers had planned that far ahead, so they both looked at Joel for a suitable punishment. Joel grinned, "My friend Jen out there is waiting on me to give her a package, I want you to take it to her for me, OK?" I didn't bother to follow young me out the door, I knew I'd be back in a second. When Joel returned, Steve and Gary had explained to Danny that the delivery must be performed in the buff. I smiled when I recalled what was going to happen just before it started. "Shit, is that all? I'd do that for kicks - gimme your package."
A minute later, this new kid was marching up to Jen in the middle of her practice to deliver a pair of girls' panties that Joel had gotten from Tish in the girls' locker room. "Joel said you left these at his place the other night." Like a boss, the kid turned and, not rushing, made his way back to the locker room, as the volleyball girls giggled and catcalled him. He bowed with a flourish and began to get suited up for practice. "Hey Joel, where did you get the panties from?" he asked. Joel smiled and told him to wait and see, "I think you'll enjoy the swim team, kid." Then it was off to practice, and despite the slack attitudes, each of us took that fairly seriously.
As the practice began, I knew what this memory was. I think I knew from the first strain of that damn song, but I decided to not cheat myself. Even though I loved swimming competitively, let's face it - it's boring as hell to watch. So I spent the time strolling around the pool watching the people I only vaguely remembered and feeling absolutely young again. As the time wore on, the folks in the pool got more loose, and the grab-ass started. The plain fact of the matter is that a wet bathing suit is near enough to naked for most high school kids, and the kids on the team were very comfortable with each other. It wasn't long before Larry, who grew up right near me, but whom I haven't seen since graduation - was wearing Tish's suit and vice versa as they swam their laps. Coach never really minded this, and we all thought he got off on the young girls. I know now, that he wanted to be young again and that was as close as he could get. He wasn't a pervert - he was just an old man.
When the whistle blew, I ran like hell to get ahead of the guys - I couldn't afford to hang out and accidentally spoil this show for myself. Back in the locker room, bedlam broke out quickly. While there was a common wall between the two locker rooms, it was quite easy to hear what was going on in the other room, so many of the guys were cutting up and screaming back and forth to the girls as everyone changed into their street clothes for the long ride back to school. I watched as Danny approached younger me, excited about something. "Joel, do you know who the new blonde girl is? The girl on the dive team?" When Joel said he didn't know who he was talking about, Danny pulled him up to the high set windows above the lockers - "check her out, she's fine!".
I didn't bother looking outside, I knew what he would see.I wanted to see the look on his face when he saw it. Joel climbed up beside Danny and took a gander at the dive well. When he spoke, he affected a disinterested tone. "OK, cute freshman, what's the big deal?" But the look on his face was anything but disinterested; he looked like a starving man who had just walked into the buffet line. With the bravado that only a fourteen-year-old can muster, Danny declared his love for this unknown girl, "She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine." Joel smiled, but inside he was conflicted - he thought this new kid had potential, and he liked him, but damn if he was going to get that girl. "Danny, you want to ride back with us? I can drop you at the school or at your house, whichever." Danny said his bike was at school, so Joel told him he would take him home and pick him up for school so he wouldn't have to double back for the bike.
The ride to Danny's was spent listening to him talk about how he was going to get the blonde diver. Idea after idea was presented and ultimately rejected by Steve and Gary. Finally, Joel couldn't stand it anymore. "No offense, kid, but some older guy is going to snap her up before you get the chance. She is cute, but young, and she will probably end up with a Junior or Senior before spring break." When Steve agreed, suggesting that he might even take a run at her since his girl was a sophomore now, and he liked the newer models, Danny was incensed. He had seen her first, and he was not to be denied. "I bet I get her, what do you want to bet?"
At this point, I am beginning to feel sick - normally these events are just fantastic trips to a better time, but this one - this one may be too much to relive.
Joel pulled into the driveway that Danny indicated and killed the engine. "Look, kid, I like you, and I think you will be a good addition to our crew. But I got to tell you, you got no chance with that girl. Really, don't make some stupid bet here, 'cause you will feel like an ass when you lose." Steve and Gary were egging the kid on, and he refused to back down, so Joel ended it. "I bet I get her before you, and when I win, you will be my slave for the remainder of the year. I'm talking washing my car, doing my homework, that kind of shit." The brothers in the backseat went dead silent. Still not backing down, Danny asked, "What do I get when I win?" The younger, much more foolish version of myself turned in his seat, "You get my very next paycheck after you win the bet. That's about six hundred bucks - give or take. Now are you in or out? I have to take tweedles Dee and Dumb here home before I go to work." Danny climbed out and shut the passenger door, then turned and stuck his head back in, "Oh, I am so in. Your money will help me have a nicer car than this pile of crap in a year or so. See you guys tomorrow!"
I fast-forwarded through taking the McBocks' brothers home and most of that night's work. I did slow down a few times to ogle Jen in her waitress uniform, but mostly I needed to see one thing that happened after work. Joel and his coworker Nick had just finished closing up the kitchen for the night, and the night manager had grabbed them beers after the dinner rush. After thanking him for the beer, they made their way out back and each cracked one open. Nick lit a smoke and asked Joel how school was going and if there was any new talent on the swim team this year. Nick had graduated two years prior, and while he was never on the team, he had listened to Joel's stories enough to know he had missed out.
Joel replied that things were about the same, no big shakeups, but it was still early days. He mentioned Danny as an up-and-coming freshman, but he went no farther. I knew that he had been confused all evening about why he'd made that bet, but he was still unsure about repeating it to anyone. This was a better idea than he could have ever expected, because Nick was about to drop a bombshell. "Well, watch your new freshman, because despite my warnings, my sister Penny joined the team today. I expect you to keep her away from that crazy shit you all do, got it?" In what should have been an Emmy-winning performance, I watched myself saying that I never knew he had a sister and that I would certainly keep an eye on her when she showed up. "I don't think she made it today; there were just some new freshman swimmers and a diver."
In my head, I had been slowly turning up the volume on an epic drum roll, and as it built to a crescendo, Nick grabbed another beer and lit a new smoke. Then it stopped. "Yeah, that's Penny, the new diver."
Too much discomfort here, so I fast-forward before I can see the expression on his face go completely slack. I decide on a 4x speed and watch the next few days fly by, marveling at seeing the smallest things making me choke up. I'm at my locker with my buddy Martin, just cutting up. Then I am eating lunch in the not-a-cafeteria, the same people day after day, and some I could not name even when I see them as they were. Slowing down whenever I see Danny, I soon pick up the thread that progresses the story. Joel is at his locker after the final bell. It is a Thursday, so all he has to do is get through practice and he is free as a bird until his Sunday evening shift. As Danny approaches, there is no tension - in fact, Joel seems to like the kid more and more each day. It has been a little over a week since the stupid bet, and it appears that he is prepared to just ignore it - which is fine with Joel.
"We still partying Saturday?" Danny inquires, and Joel nods. "Hell, if there's any waves tomorrow - I'm starting the party then, I got some free time." Danny is grinning, and looking back on it from this vantage point, it is clear he was much more devious than I ever gave him credit for. "I just wanted to make sure you were there when I win the bet. Can't have you pussing out on me now." The look on Joel's face was more than enough communication, but he added, "Bullshit, no way in hell, sir." Danny just brushed him off, "I guess we'll see on Saturday, won't we? Don't take too much time off, or I will have to take your next check as well!" After Danny walked away, I felt a great amount of pride in my younger self. There was no sadness or look of defeat there, and while I knew how it turned out, I can remember the acidic taste he was experiencing in the back of his throat.
Minus a few choice moments with long-forgotten friends, I skipped directly to Saturday night - I couldn't help it. The scene was fairly typical for my senior year, a few vehicles parked around a bonfire in an old orange grove. The attendees were a fair mix of the two high schools as well as a few of the older folks who still partied with the kids. I thought they were badass back then, but grown me knows how sad they were. Joel is lounging on the tailgate of what will soon be his new truck, at least for a while. I wish I could really talk to him and tell him not to get attached - for one hand gives while the other takes - even now the anger at my old man is red hot. But for now, he is king of his court, and he greets everyone as if they are his best friend in the whole world. He is feeling no pain, partially because there has been no call from Danny asking for a ride. He had been worried there for a minute and mad at himself for not even talking to the girl. He really had hoped that the whole bet had been forgotten - he didn't need Nick on his ass.
The easy feeling was stripped away about an hour later when Anthony's car pulled into the circle. Anthony was a poseur of the first order, who they'd kept around in ninth and tenth grade because he always had cash. Joel had not really spoken to him since school started this year. Amidst the groans from the crowd as he parked, Joel heard Danny calling from inside the car. When he emerged and aided Penny in getting out of the backseat, you could practically see him glowing with pride. I knew what was going through Joel's mind, and I had indeed come close to just paying the money. It sure would have been easier, but then again, I wouldn't have this memory to enjoy. I watched as I attempted to play it cool, mingling and chatting people up - but my full attention was never in it as I watched them constantly.
Joel kept his distance and tried to enjoy the party, but after a short time, he noticed that Penny was sitting off by herself as Danny was making the rounds. In spite of his concern about her being Nick's baby sister, he found himself approaching her. She was sitting on the tailgate of one of the football players' pickups, which had been backed in towards the fire, nursing a beer. "Hi, I'm Joel. You're Penny, right? The new diver on the team?" She nodded, "I know who you are, my brother talks about you sometimes. I suppose you are here to make sure I don't have any fun, right? He told me that you had agreed to babysit me." Joel was surprised Nick had told her about that, kind of a dick move in his opinion - how could he watch her if she was watching for him? Taking a seat next to her, he explained, "I told him that I would keep you clear of some of the craziness that goes on with the team, that's all. You haven't gotten the full effect yet since you're always at the dive well. It's no big deal, I have no intention of babysitting you."
They made small talk for an hour or so, her asking about school and the swim team and him asking about what she was into. I knew the way he was feeling because, even twenty years on, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. During all this time, Danny never stopped by to see her, which made Joel wonder what he could be up to. Joel got up, "Listen, I need to go see some people - when I see Danny, I'll send him over." Penny shook her head, "No need for that, I'm just fine right here. It was nice to meet you, Joel." With cellphones and the Internet being years away, she had nothing to do but stare at the fire and observe the others, so Joel knew he'd have to be back soon.I watched as young me walked away, in search of Danny - off to make the most wonderful mistake I'd ever made.
Joel found Danny with a group of folks just outside the light of the fire, toking up and having a blast. "Joel, you got my money ready? I'm gonna need that on Monday, man, sorry about your luck!" Joel motioned him over to talk privately, and while he complied with that request, he smack-talked Joel loudly as he walked over to him. "Oh, do you want to lose privately? Should have said so, man - I'm sorry your friends know you got beat by a freshman!" Angry, Joel grabbed the kid by his neck and pulled him in close. "What color are her eyes, Danny? What kind of music does she like?" Confused, Danny asked who Joel was talking about. "Oh, the girl? Not sure, man, but while she may be a bit light in the chest department, that ass makes up for it, don't ya think?" Joel grinned at Danny and let him go, letting him move away a bit but still keeping in whispering distance. "I like you, Danny, you're a bit of a dick - but who isn't, right? Despite you trying to make me look like a douche out here tonight, I was about ready to just pay you and get this over with, but then I talked to her for a while. That girl has no idea she's on a date; you are the guy that asked her to come - but you've ignored her since you got here." Joel guided Danny back towards the stoners, "This is what I'm going to do, kid. You go back in there and talk to her, and I am gonna keep my eye on you while you do." He paused to take a drag as his turn came in the rotation. "I will stand right here and get a good buzz on while I watch. If you convince me that she really wants to be here on a date with you, a kiss will do, you'll have the cash Friday evening - the bet was my very next check. If, on the other hand, you cannot seal the deal, I am willing to let this fool bet die - no harm, no foul." Joel passed the joint and stared Danny down. "However, if you look to force yourself on that girl, or disrespect her in any way - I will leave this sacred circle and come take her away from you in front of everyone. At which point your service to me will begin, and it will not be pretty - understood?"
The crowd in the circle began to egg Danny on, some telling him he could do it, others saying he was too chicken to try. After his performance in the gym the day they initiated him, Joel knew the kid would not back down. In fact, he was counting on it. Danny shrugged them all off, "No sweat, enjoy yourself, guys - I'll be back in a few." As they watched, Danny approached her, and while they could not hear it, Jason Foster - the biggest pothead I have ever met - provided the riff-track version for the circle. "Sorry, baby, I had to go see a man about a horse. You need another drink, I can go get you one." The bottle-blonde Joey Kant, the Eve to Jason's Adam, filled in for Penny. "No, I shouldn't be drinking - I'm too young. If I get drunk, someone may steal my virginity out here in the dark." Joel shushed them, while he couldn't hear them anyway, the pot was kicking in and he didn't need a case of the giggles right now. While it didn't take long for Joel to realize that Danny had no chance, apparently Danny couldn't get it. Joel watched as time after time he went in for the kiss, and each time she batted him away. It was almost funny, but then - after being pushed away for the third time, Danny said something to her that made her start to scan the crowd with her eyes. It was obvious to Joel that she was scared. "Son of a bitch," he said as he walked away from the circle.
The stoners followed him to the edge of the fire and watched from there. Some of the others who were closer to the action had started to take notice that something was wrong with the pretty young blonde, but stayed put when they saw Joel approaching. While he had never been known as a brawler, most that knew him were aware that he wouldn't back down from a fight if he was in the right. Danny was in full rant mode as he approached, "Well, then I guess you can walk home, you stuck-up bitch!" As he turned to leave, Joel grabbed him and whispered in his ear before turning him back to face Penny. "I believe you had something to say to Penny, didn't you?" Danny was beyond reason at this point, scared of Joel's threat but angry at his public humiliation - he did not know what to say. "I guess I'm sorry, but I still won the bet, Joel - she chose me over you!" There was some laughter from the crowd, but Joel wasn't worried about them at the moment.
Now, at this stage in the story, is when the girl finds out about the bet and both guys lose out, right? That's the way it works in the movies. But Danny had missed out on one key fact. "What are you talking about, what bet? You mean when I was pumping you up to get the nerve to ask the girl out? Did you think we were competing here? Penny, do you remember when we met?" Confused, she nodded, "Yeah, we met about an hour ago when you came over and said hi to me." The laughs came again, this time Danny could feel them pointed at him. "You bet me you could get her first! You bet me six hundred bucks you could get her!" Joel smiled at him, "You seemed like a good kid, and I was rooting for you the whole time. Don't you think I would have at least spoken to her at some point if I was trying to win that bet?" He dropped Danny and walked over to Penny, "Now, if I wanted this girl - bet or no bet, I would probably have started by hanging out with her once we got here. Would that have been a good start, Penny?" She nodded as Joel sat down beside her, "Then I would have talked with her some, probably found out that she's into music and is going to be singing in the choir this year. I would have noticed her beautiful green eyes, and that she smells like flowers. You still with me, Penny?" She was staring at him and nodding as he continued. "Let's say all that went well, Danny. Let's get to the heart of the matter, shall we? The qualifying move here, as you agreed to, was a simple kiss, correct? No requirements on type or length - just a kiss?"
By now, the crowd had grown quiet. The guys, who had been expecting a fight, were disappointed. The girls, though - that was something I had missed the first time around - the girls were watching this and lapping it up like housewives watching General Hospital as Joel continued. "Now, for me, I would only count it if your lips met her lips, so going with that, something like this wouldn't count." At that, Joel took Penny's hand and kissed it like a character out of a Jane Austen book. She smiled, and the crowd sighed a bit. "Then, if that was accepted, I might move on to something like this." He took her chin in his hand and turned her head, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Penny grabbed his other hand as he did so and squeezed it. The guys were checking back in, some because Joel was totally getting this girl, and others because they were certain this would end in blood. "So, Danny, at this point, because you really are fearless - you would go in and give her the kiss, right? I saw your play, if she was into you, it probably would have worked, but alas, she wasn't. I would have gone a bit softer on the approach, probably like this." Still holding her chin up, he disengaged his trapped hand and stroked her hair, looking into her eyes the whole time. Penny slowly grabbed his shoulders and folded him in to her and kissed him. The crowd roared, and if there were any dry panties at that party - they were being worn by a guy.
Luckily, there would be no fight. Anthony grabbed Danny and got him out of there as quickly as possible, and the party got back into form. I watched as he/I asked Penny what time she had to be home, and ignored her when she said she had planned to ignore her curfew. An hour later, Joel drove her home and received another sweet peck on the lips for his trouble. Rather than go back to the party, he was too nervous for that - Joel went home to think about what he'd done. While he was sorry for his actions, there was no doubt that he'd be turning back now - he was smitten. For me, it was time to speed things up, we were getting to the good part.
A few weeks later, after a movie, the kissing began to get a bit more involved. She wanted to go farther faster, but Joel was able to maintain some control.
As fall approached, things advanced to under the clothes on the bus ride back from District Finals. I watched as he/I lost control for just a moment and remembered feeling guilty enough to come clean to Nick.
The conversation with Nick was a curious one; he'd already known because Penny had told him. While he wasn't happy that he'd had to find out from her, he was pleased with the gentlemanly way she said she I was treating her.
Finally, the moment arrived. This is what the whole thing was about, many things happened after - but this is the moment I came for. The one that was triggered by that damned song.
With the season over, Joel had taken to driving Penny home every day after school. Once there, they had an hour with which to entertain themselves before her mother got home, and Joel had to go to work. This had been happening for a few months, and at this point, there was no control left in Joel. Things had gotten serious enough for her mother to wonder why Penny was always in the bathroom when she arrived home. With her suspicion, and his eighteenth birthday a few weeks away, Joel knew this was about to be over. On this day, she was expecting the usual, but Joel was too melancholy to deal with - so she knew something was wrong. As he explained the situation, telling her that he hated it, but it couldn't be ignored. Things couldn't go on like this any longer, they had to be done. Penny ran from her bedroom, and even as I went to scream at the boy to follow her - I knew it was useless. The benefit of hindsight is powerless in a situation like this, even now as an old man, I wonder how things would have gone if that day hadn't happened.I watched him/me suffer for a few moments before the piano started downstairs.
Joel came downstairs quickly, wondering what was happening. In the last six months, while he had seen her perform for the choir, she would never sing anything for him when they were alone. Why in the hell would she pick now to start? The random notes began to form a pattern, and just as he recognized it (and just as I began to weep), she started.
"I get lost in your eyes
And I feel my spirits rise
And soar like the wind...
Is it love that I am in?
I get weak in a glance
Isn't this what's called romance?
...And now I know
'Cause when I'm lost I can't let go"
At this point, she is crying, Joel is about to start, and I am torn between heart-bursting sadness and the wonderful feeling of what I honestly believe was true love. She cannot continue, but that is okay, both young and old me have gotten what we came here for. He gives her a kiss, and against our better judgment, we leave.
And I am sitting in my minivan in the parking lot at work, tears streaming down my cheeks, but a smile on my face. Penny and I were far from over at that point, and although it has been twenty years since we last spoke, I know she is doing well - married with lovely children and a husband who treats her well. There is certainly more to the story, but maybe, and it's a very tentative maybe, one night I will get liquored up and play Dark Side of the Moon. Then maybe I can tell you the rest, I don't remember it all anymore - but I know it ends badly. | 4 |
111,497 | Once Upon a Time Part 3 - One More Try (Comfortably Dumb) Part 2 of 2 | He could tell from the look on Kim's face that she'd caught the hint, and while tonight was probably out, perhaps they could hang out tomorrow at the party. In response, she slung a hint of her own, "I think he's lying, I think he'd wake up real quick with the right stimulation. You girls have been here all day, right? He's gotten used to the sight of you, if you were just walking in - like I did, he wouldn't have been able to control himself." I could see the worry in young me's eyes; whatever control he had left would not survive anything more direct. The conversation alone was enough to get most teenagers going, let alone the situation. She put him at ease when she asked if he had any more pot. His problem had receded enough for him to get out of the Jacuzzi and roll up what he had left into one good-sized joint. As he did so, he could hear them chattering about something, but it was too low to make out. It would be a year or two before he developed the sense to be worried when women got quiet, so he marched back out with the joint and found them all circled up in the Jacuzzi.
As the rotation started, Monica nudged Michelle - who appeared to be nervous about something. The thing was discovered when she jumped up and sat on Joel's lap. "New test, Joel," Kim said, "Let's see how good your control is in a new situation. Michelle is going to sit there until there's a reaction, so just enjoy it!" Joel was torn; he knew that he couldn't fight this, and while not his ideal vision - Michelle was an attractive girl. Naked. On his lap. And now wiggling on it. "I felt it move!" she cried, way too loudly for my liking. She passed the joint to Lennie and resumed her seat. "OK, stand up and let us see it," Kim ordered. Joel knew when he was beat, so he stood up and displayed his semi - not quite the same reaction as before, but he was able to reign it in some. Lennie had passed on the joint, and she was the first to speak, "It is not the same as it was," and she reached out to grab it. "It's hard, but not all the way - we should have checked before." At that point, the girls nominated Lennie the judge, which was worrying to Joel - but if Gary was indeed moving on...
"My turn," Monica chimed in as she leapt onto Joel's lap and actually began to grind on it a bit. From the moment the sisters had developed, Joel had always preferred Monica for her intelligence and more reserved behavior. Michelle was the cheerleader and went to dances, Monica competed in academics and athletics, preferring to skip most social events. The effect of such a demure lady giving him a lap dance was hard to ignore. She took her turn to smoke and shotgunned the exhale into his mouth, before climbing off and claiming success. "That got it, definitely not gay. Judge!" Joel stood up, a bit embarrassed by what he was showing; there was nothing semi about his erection now. Lennie confirmed as much by grabbing and squeezing it. "Kimmy, you may have a challenger! Not sure how much harder this could get," she said, still not letting go. Joel sat back down quickly; if she'd have made any movements of that hand, his humiliation would have been complete. To his surprise, he was asked to fetch some more drinks from the kitchen. As he climbed out of the water, someone grabbed his ass. "Hurry back, still more players waiting."
As Joel went inside, I stayed behind to observe. The wondrous part of my 'gift' is that I am not limited to the memories I have in my head, although I seem to need them to start the trip. I couldn't, for instance, jump to an event I never knew of just to spy. But, once I am in the memory, I can observe anything that happens - even if young me is not there. There are limits; if I were to start getting too far away from my younger self, I would eventually just come back to my time. And there is always the question of whether what I am seeing is what really happened, or what I would like to imagine happened. I guess that comes down to believing this is a supernatural gift versus a psychological gift - I've learned not to think about it.
The girls were discussing who should go next, and ribbing Monica for going too far. "He will calm down some while he is in there, but I bet we can get him to shoot off in the hot tub," Monica said, "I'm sorry, guys, I was already horny from being naked all day, the drinks and weed just made it worse. I'll try to behave." It was decided that Kim needed to take a turn, as they didn't have a judgment for her original try. Lennie would judge and then take a turn herself - if she wanted to. Since she was the only one dating, it seemed that she had the option to decide not to. "Of course," Kim said, "you were getting ready to jerk him off after Monica's turn, so I'm not sure you haven't crossed the line already." She indicated she would take a turn, and hushed the others as Joel exited the house with their drinks.
"Holy shit, the four of you have just about emptied the old man's vodka - I may need to buy more to refill it tomorrow! Go easy on these, I'm cutting you all off for the night when they're gone. You'll be no fun at the party if you're still hung over." There was a chorus of boos as Joel got back in the water, but he stood his ground. "Seriously, if you keep it up, I will have to use most of what I bought just to replenish my parents' stock. Save an appetite for tomorrow - or I guess I can officially say tonight now. Where exactly are you all going to go since your parents don't expect you home?" His question was ignored while the drinks were passed out, and once that was complete, rather than answering him, Michelle announced that it was Kimmy's turn. "Wait a second. A - Kim had a turn, you all saw what happened. And B - no one's answering my question." In reply, Kim straddled him - but she did it facing him. "My turn didn't get judged, so how unfair is that? And as far as your question, we are gonna stay here, if that's OK with you." As she talked, she stared directly into his eyes and slowly rocked on his lap. Before he could reply, she leaned in and placed his head directly into her breasts. Joel was already sprung, but when Michelle chimed in that she'd always wanted to know what it was like sleeping on his water bed - he groaned into Kim's chest.
Kim dismounted, "You better not have, I need the judges' ruling first - and then I want to hear more about this water bed." Lennie was grabbing before he could even stand, but at this point, he was sure if he didn't show it, they'd call a redo. Lennie wanted to call it a tie with Monica, but Kim was quick to point out that he'd moaned for her. In reply, Monica asserted that the groan was more of a response to her sister's statement - and the two were about ready to settle for a draw until Lennie reminded them that there was one more contestant. Joel tried to beg off, still conflicted about her being with Gary, even if it wasn't destined to last long. There was a certain decorum to be honored, and even if it was a bit more lax than others - what would be perfectly allowable the minute after they broke up, would be betrayal one minute before. When it became clear that he would not get around it, he asked for some time to cool down, stating that it would be an unfair advantage to her, which almost got Michelle another turn - since she assumed her influence had helped her sister. Joel switched over to the pool to cool down, and Lennie followed after promising them all she wouldn't cheat.
She chased Joel to the far end of the pool, and when she was sure she was close enough to whisper to him without being overheard, she assured him all was well. "I know you're a good guy, and you would never hurt Gary, but this is fine - he and I are through, so just sit back and enjoy, Joel - I intend to." With that, she shouted, "So don't be too long, chicken! Too long in here and it might fall off, and that wouldn't be fair," and swam over to get back in the Jacuzzi with her giggling compatriots. Despite the coolness of the water, Joel could not be more excited - so he took his time, just floating in the cool water and trying not to think about what would happen next. After a few minutes, he realized it was a futile effort and made his way back to the Jacuzzi. Monica noticed his condition as he climbed in, and reached out for a feel. "No fair, he's already hard! She's not going to get this thing any harder - that's for sure." Lennie shushed her quickly and pushed Joel down into his seat. Turning around, she lowered herself onto his lap and simply sat there for a moment. "You might as well just get up now - you cannot win. Poor guy is so worked up, anything on his lap at this point would keep it up," Kim said.
Lennie simply shifted a bit on his lap, and like magic, he was at her entrance. The heat was appreciable even in the hot water, and the ease with which he was just barely entering her was surprising to him. "What do you think, Joel, is there anything that might be able to get you a bit harder?She bumped up and down slightly as she spoke, and although he was far from full penetration, the effect was spectacular. Before he could speak, she lifted off of him and spun around. Rather than rubbing her much larger chest in his face, she caressed both sides of his face. As she moved over his chin, he could smell the arousal on the fingers of her right hand. "Can you think of anything at all? Hmm, guess not. Who's judging?" She returned to her seat and Joel was practically lifted out of the water by the others. "Looks about the same. I told you, we broke the poor boy." Kim said, as she reached out to grab his hardness. When she squeezed it, the other girls gasped - "Ladies, I think we have a winner." Michelle shouted. Although he feared looking down at Kim holding him would set him off, he simply had to know. Her squeezing had resulted in a drop of pre-cum at the head of Joel's cock. Only he and Lennie knew how that had happened, but looking at Kim's face - I think she might have suspected something. "Is that what I think it is?" Monica asked, leaning in for a better look.
As I've alluded to in past stories, I have come to accept that my ability has the tendency to put me in uncomfortable positions. While I can certainly appreciate the beauty of a young female, I would never sit and watch a scene like this in my normal life. I take some comfort in the fact that I have never witnessed anything that I didn't see first when I was young as well. Even so, I can assure you that my younger self was completely unaware that Monica was experiencing some very basic firsts that night. Obviously, all of us were new to the whole nudity thing, but I knew that none of the others were virgins so I had made an assumption, certainly this little contest would not have happened with George or Jennifer in attendance. Anyway, back to the story.
Before anything else could happen, Joel shook free of the grasping hands and retreated to the pool again. At this point it felt as if the small current from the jets would set him off. And while he had experienced some very strange things today, he wasn't sure busting a nut in the Jacuzzi just from the teasing would help his position. He asked the girls again, about the sleeping arrangements. "Ladies, it's getting pretty late - if you are seriously planning on sleeping here, can we head in and clean up? I have a lot of work to do tomorrow." They all agreed, and everyone helped to clean up the cups and dishes, and while Joel made sure the bonfire was dead, Monica and Lennie rinsed everything and loaded the dishwasher. Michelle quietly motioned for everyone to come to the family room, where George and Jennifer were sound asleep next to each other on the floor. It was clear that nothing untoward had happened, and Kim threw some blankets over them before turning off the television and the light. Joel left the foyer light on, just in case Jennifer woke up and needed the bathroom. It wasn't until he entered the kitchen, where the girls where finishing up, that he realized that he was still naked. It was getting hard to imagine putting clothes back on, and when he said it out loud, Monica and Lennie just nodded in agreement.
Michelle and Monica had been in and out of the house since it was built, so Joel sent them to the master bathroom to shower up. He showed Kim and Lennie the way to the hall bath, realizing that they had never been past the kitchen. He was sitting down in the kitchen when Kim came back in and joined him. When Joel seemed confused Kim laughed, "Did you think we were going to shower together? You did didn't you? I need to keep an eye on my little sister if she is hanging out with your deviant crowd. If you want that kind of show, I guess maybe that Monica and I, well you know what - save that for a wet dream. Where is that girl?" Joel explained that he'd sent both sisters back to the master bathroom. Kim was up in a flash. "Holy shit, do you think they are? That's fucking hot - let's go see." With that she headed to the hallway and waited for Joel to direct her in the right direction. Neither sister was in his parent's master bedroom, so they made their way to the bathroom door. Both voices were clearly audible from within, and when Kim opened the door, no one was visible - meaning they were both in the shower together. Kim was visibly aroused as she approached the shower curtain and quickly pulled it open. "And what is going on in here?"
While the sisters were frightened by the unexpectedness of the curtain being pulled back, it was clear that they had not been up to anything beyond showering. The master shower was big enough to easily hold several people, and Monica was sitting on the floor washing her hair while her sister was rinsing off under the shower head at the other end. Kim seemed disappointed that she had not interrupted anything untoward, and quickly left the room. Joel was getting ready to follow her out when Monica stopped him, "We need to talk to you about something, why don't you join us?" Joel played this offer off as a joke, and was really going to leave - until Michelle chimed in that they really did need to talk. Joel took a seat on the toilet and told them to talk away, to which Monica responded "Spoilsport." Michelle began as she exited the shower - motioning for Joel to hand her a towel. "Well, in my hurry to make sure we weren't expected home - I never even thought to go get a change of clothes! I am not sure how we can go home in the morning still in our bikini's - my dad is too smart for that. What am I gonna do?" Joel understood the concern, but told her not to worry about it, he was pretty sure he had a way to handle it - but it would have to wait until morning.
Leaving the master bath, Joel passed the hall bath on his way to his bedroom. Kim was preparing to enter the shower and again Joel was asked if he'd like to join. Employing what could only be considered super human discipline, he declined again. "I caught the hint you dropped earlier tonight, this is our chance - are you sure?" Joel explained that if she still felt the same way tomorrow, he would take her up on the offer. "Everyone is jazzed up from being naked all day, and the last thing I need is a bunch of pissed off girls thinking I chose one over the other. Let's see how you feel in the morning, OK?" She suggested that he might wish he'd changed his mind, but accepted his decision and closed the bathroom door. The built-in habit was hard to lose, even though there was nothing anyone hadn't already seen. Finally reaching his room, Joel found Lennie messing with his stereo. "I hope you don't mind, I went and got my bag out of Kimmy's car, if you don't like it I can turn it off." The beat that came over the speakers was accompanied by a synthesizer, which I had only learned to appreciate later in my life. Young me was about to rip the disc out of the player, when Lennie grabbed him. "Just let me hear this one song, Joel. I have needed to be sad all day, but I was having too much fun. Give me three minutes to be sad, OK?" When a naked girl asks for a few minutes, it is pretty much a rule that you give it to them, and Joel (young or old version) was smart enough to figure it out. She placed her head on Joel's shoulder, and with as much grace as he could muster, they slow danced in his bedroom to the sappy song.
'One more try I didn't know how much I loved you, One more try let me put my arms around you, Living all these lonely nights without you, Oh baby can we give it one more try?'
As the song faded off, only to be replaced by what sounded like another version of the same song, Lennie finally spoke. "I know he liked me, but Gary is just too immature to be around other girls without fucking up. Why couldn't he be more mature, like you? You spent the entire day with a bunch of naked, and eventually horny girls - but if we hadn't grabbed you a few times you would never have touched us - would you?" Joel told her he wouldn't have, and she smiled. "You had to have wanted to, but because I was with your friend, and you've known the others so long - you denied yourself. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but promise me that whatever happens tonight, in the dark, you won't be mad at me or yourself. Can you promise me that?" Joel nodded, and knowing what I know, I was surprised that my younger self could even still form a coherent sentence, much less consider the implications of what he'd just agreed to. Lennie released him, and removed the disc from the player. When Joel said she could leave it in - he didn't mind, she waved him off. "Sad time is over, we still have a few hours left of craziness."
As the other girls finished up and entered his bedroom, Joel advised them that except for his parent's bed, anywhere else was fair game for sleeping. "I have got to be up in about five hours to meet the folks delivering the party favors, and I may need to go get more booze to make up for you lushes. So I say we call it a day, that cool?" Everyone agreed and Michelle then jumped onto the waterbed, "Oh my god, this is awesome! I call dibs!" This resulted in a dogpile of all the girls, right in the middle of his bed. Joel shook his head, "Fine, you guys can have the bed, I will sleep on the couch in the living room. If you need anything, just yell and -" Monica and Kim both spoke at once, and when they realized it, only Monica continued "Why would you leave? Just come lay down, Joel. We promise to be good. You've managed to ignore us all day anyway - so we know we're safe." The others chimed in as well, trying to convince him to stay. Joel waved them off, "I'll tell you what, I still need to take a shower so I am going to do that first. When I get back, if any of you are still awake - I'm headed for the couch. If you're all asleep, I will sleep here." With that, he left.I hung back while Joel showered - I wanted to see what happened in there. Since I knew what would happen next, I needed to know if it was premeditated, or if it had really been an accident. Since I did not know if what I'd see was true or not, it couldn't be trusted - but I wanted to see. The girls had begun to arrange themselves in the bed, with much discussion of how to do it. The king-size bed was wide enough to allow the four of them to lay side by side, but it left little room for Joel. When Lennie pointed that out, it was Monica who suggested they needed to get closer together to make room. Kim, who was already a bit weirded out by the other sisters showering together earlier, suggested that they swap sisters. It was agreed to quickly, and Michelle, who was on the outside near the door, jumped out to turn the light off. The only light in the room came from the small desk lamp on the opposite side of the bed - where Kim was laying. The younger sisters in the middle suggested that they make room for Joel in the center - to see if he'd actually lay down with them. All agreed, with all but Lennie betting on Joel punking out. "He has been nothing but a gentleman, even after we started teasing him, so if he does decide to sleep on the couch, we should all be nice to him."
The sound of the shower finally ceased, and the girls quickly closed their eyes. Within a few minutes, it was dead quiet in the room and, unless I was mistaken, Kim was actually asleep, her soft snores gave her away. I was still watching a few minutes later when Joel returned to the room, and I was pretty sure that the other three were still awake, but playing at being asleep. While the house was cool, only Michelle had gotten under the blankets, so the others were visible in the dim light as he fought with himself. He took a few moments to put on his latest favorite album for falling asleep, dialing down the volume so that the beautiful voice of Hope Sandoval would not disturb anyone's sleep. Decision made, he grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser and, after he slipped them on, he climbed into the empty spot in the middle of the bed. While we rarely ever used the blankets, he awkwardly maneuvered his way under them - figuring they offered some protection against contact with the girls on either side of him. He fell asleep with Lennie's words echoing in his head "whatever happens in the dark", damn was he glad the desk light was on.
With young me asleep, I was flying blind again, and it occurred to me that this could be a chance to figure out if what I see is real, or my imagination. I sped up the scene, but not far enough to lose track of the action. As I watched, the speed distorted young me's snoring, almost turning it into a whistle. I couldn't help but think I sounded a bit like Big Bird when he slept - a thought that was rudely interrupted by Monica moving slightly, and then a bit more forceful - testing to see if Joel was really asleep. I slowed to normal speed and watched as she carefully climbed out of the bed and made her way to the desk, presumably to turn the light off. I worried for a moment, but in earlier episodes the light had taken on a television-like quality - I could see, but they couldn't. This case was no different, as I watched Monica awkwardly navigate the blackened room. She was almost there when the sheets were flung aside, and her sister helped her back into the bed. "You are crazy, you know that, right?" Michelle said as Monica climbed over her. "When will I ever get a chance like this again?" she replied.
Joel had fallen asleep on his back, but had rolled to his side in the intervening time. Facing Lennie, he was a bit hunched into a fetal position - I'd never watched myself sleep, but I think we were trying to keep from touching anyone. We'd had sex numerous times, and had even slept with a few girls for the rest of the night afterward, but we'd never gotten comfortable with sleeping in the spoon position with someone.
Monica was moving under the covers, and after a few seconds, Joel began to roll over in her direction. I could hear her say something, but the words were unintelligible - and moments later she appeared from under the blankets with our boxers, which she threw to the side of the bed. I knew at that point that young me was back in the game. There was no way that she'd been able to do that without waking him up, but we were not back to where my memory started. Monica reached back under the blankets, presumably going for the grab she'd had earlier, when she let out a squeak. "What the fuck?" she whispered loudly, and Lennie snorted with laughter "Finders keepers Monica - thanks for getting those shorts off." Monica was livid and demanded, quietly, that Lennie needed to share. Both girls disappeared under the blankets, and this was the point where I remembered what had happened.
Joel had been jarred from sleep, he was really tired and the dream he'd been having was a much raunchier version of the day he'd had. A bit pissed that he was awake, he turned to his left and encountered warm flesh. Still out of it, he turned to his right - intending to get up and kick someone's ass, when he was met with a soft, warm obstacle. Suddenly, he began to remember he was wedged in the middle of a teenager's wet dream. As he began to weigh his options, this time weighted quite a bit more in the direction of fucking anything in this bed - someone grabbed his stiffening cock. Not sure of who was where, he had no idea who it could be, but he was acutely aware of how nice it felt. He almost spoke when someone else grabbed at him, encountering another hand already in place. He heard someone, Monica he thought, whispering a curse, followed by a snort that had to mean the first hand was Lennie - he'd recognize that laugh anywhere. The two of them disappeared under the covers, and Joel almost tensed in anticipation, but made himself stop. It would be much more interesting to see where they took this - and that would be easier if he was 'asleep'.
The girls went to town, taking turns fondling his manhood, and the girl on the left, presumably Lennie based on the sound of her laughter, used her mouth on a few of her turns. Monica had not done so yet, and both me and my younger self tried to make out some of the whispered conversation under the blankets - but it wasn't working out. Older me would have taken a little less time to realize that Monica had never done that before, but young Joel put it together fairly quickly - especially for someone on the receiving end of a two-girl hand job. With the events of the day, it only took about ten minutes for Joel to realize he was going to shoot all over both of them any second. Being a gentleman, the protocol would be to give them a warning, and the option of how to proceed. However, since he was 'asleep' there was no way to do so without breaking the illusion - so he figured what the hell and let fly under the blankets. Given the solid ten hours of teasing, his release was intense - and apparently copious, as he heard the reaction of both girls. Caught by surprise as they were, Lennie had capped him off before he could do too much damage, catching about two-thirds in her mouth as Monica's gasp turned into giggles. Joel, was about to acknowledge what had happened, when Michelle spoke. "If you two are done, can we please get some sleep? I guarantee he will still be there in the morning." With the immediate rush of energy dying off, the relaxed state he was in gave way easily to his exhaustion - he was asleep a few seconds later.
I moved forward slowly at first, wanting to see if Lennie made a trip to the bathroom - which she didn't. I guess Gary had been telling the truth about her oral skills after all. I made myself comfortable and sped ahead, waiting until the sun rose, or someone woke up - whichever came first.
Around eight in the morning, a knock sounded at Joel's door - and then a second. The occupants of the room were dead to the world, so it was no surprise when George stuck his head in a few moments later. While he was shocked at what he saw, since the only girl above the covers was on the far side of the bed, Georgie thought it was safe to enter. He finally noticed Kim's state when he stood at the end of the bed, but he was already in the room, and he really needed to talk to Joel. The problem appeared to be how to rouse him, without waking the girls, and this had him stumped. He was about to throw laundry from the floor at his brother, until he realized that what he held was not a t-shirt - but someone's bikini bottoms. He dropped the bottoms as Jennifer entered the room, and immediately began to giggle. As he hushed her, George made his way to her and whispered "How do I wake only Joel up?" She shrugged, and then she smirked and shot him a look that said 'No worries, leave it to me!' before climbing into the bed at its center. She literally crawled up Joel's sleeping body, and when she neared his head, she whispered into his ear - to no effect. She then placed her knee directly into the bed just below his groin, and leaned into it directly with all her weight. Joel groaned and she scrambled back to the foot of the bed and joined George.
Joel awoke to a pressure in his groin, not unpleasant, but certainly not a repeat of last night's experiments. When he cracked an eyelid, he saw his brother and Jennifer at the foot of the bed, "Shit, busted" he thought. The two younger kids appeared to be cleaned up and ready for the day - which probably meant Joel was late. He slowly began to rise, using the headboard for leverage - but there was no way for him to get his bigger frame out of the bed without moving a lot of water. He dropped back to the pillow, defeated "What's up guys?" he asked George and Jennifer.He tried not to notice that his speaking had disturbed Monica, causing her to roll over and spoon Kim. George explained that his buddy Paul was coming over tonight, but he and his sister were going to the beach in a few - and he wanted to go with. Joel was cool with it, but since Jennifer wanted to go, he suggested that she talk to one of her sisters. She moved to the far side of the bed and shook Kim awake. The first thing Kim was aware of was her nakedness, and despite being naked for most of the prior evening, she retreated under the blankets. This, of course, put her right up against Monica, and the look on her face alerted me to the fact that she was not appalled in the least. She quickly got the gist and informed her sister that if she could get into the car and out of the neighborhood without being seen, then she could go. George explained that Paul's sister was going to pick them up at the tracks behind the house, so a short walk through the woods would keep them both out of sight. The two were gone quickly once approvals had been received.
Joel laid back, trying to collect his thoughts. He needed to get moving shortly, even though it wasn't as late as he'd feared, he still had things to do. "How in the hell am I going to get out of this bed?" he asked no one in particular. "The bigger question is, do you think our little bro and sis are actually going to the beach, or are they gonna hole up in the woods and fuck?" Joel laughed at the thought, "If she manages to talk him into it, he will be planning the wedding by this evening. And then where would we be? We'd be related, which would be a deal breaker for you and I, wouldn't it?" Kim just rolled over closer into Monica and sighed, "Promises, promises. You're such a damn tease." With Monica rolled over, Joel just needed to get free from Lennie, then climb over her and Michelle, and then he could get out of bed. As he attempted to break free of Lennie's grip on his arm, she spoke softly, "Nope, you are staying right where you are, you haven't slept enough yet." He kept moving, and as he passed directly over her, she finally opened her eyes. "Ok, that's more like it. Good morning, Prince Charming. Are you here to kiss me and raise me from my eternal slumber?" Joel, figuring he had nothing to lose, went in for a brief kiss - which turned a bit more serious than he was prepared for. He hadn't had a moment to use the restroom, let alone brush his teeth - but there it was anyway. Besides, the deep kiss had simply confirmed that she'd been the one using her mouth last night. "I'll be back, you rest up," he said as he continued on.
Step one complete, Joel moved on to getting past Michelle with little fuss - and it appeared to be working. She was so tiny that he could have straddled her without actually touching her anywhere between her armpits and hips. He was also helped by the fact that she was a stomach sleeper, so this would be - "Oh shit," Joel exclaimed as his forward progress was halted by the covers, which had tightened up on him. With no way to go forward and his balance totally forward, there was only one way he could go, straight down. He landed on her ass, and the lack of screaming or even a gasp as he landed on her relaxed body completely gave her away. Joel apologized and rolled back to his starting position. When she rolled over, Michelle began to smile, "Three other naked people in this bed, and I got the best night's sleep I've had in a long time - I am turning into such an old maid!" Joel apologized again, at this point he needed to use the restroom badly, so he gave up pretenses and asked her to let him over so he could go. She unwrapped the ends of the blanket out from under her and got up to give him room. This gave both of them their first glimpses of each other this morning, and while Joel was pushing the limit, he still took a second to appreciate the view before sprinting down the hall. "Hurry back!" Michelle called to him.
After relieving himself, Joel checked the clock. It wasn't quite nine yet, so he figured he had time to get in a quick shower. He turned on the boom box in the hall bath and cranked some Helmet, it was a freshman album - but good enough to warrant several plays a week in his rotation. As he stepped into the shower, he tried to get all the crap from the night before out of his mind. He had things to do today, and he imagined that the guilt would show on his face as soon as Gary showed up to the party. Plus, he had to work on Michelle's lack of clothing problem as well. As if he'd summoned her by thinking about her, Michelle entered the shower behind him, using a hand on his shoulder to keep her balance as she stepped over the side of the tub. "I was just thinking about last night, you know when you..." Joel was relieved that she was thinking the same as he was. He was also thinking that she must have grown just as comfortable as he with the nudity thing - she didn't even bat an eye at getting in the shower! "No worries, I think I have that figured out, I will take care of it after I clean up. What a crazy day that was, huh?" Her hands snaked around his waist from behind, slowly making their way to his still semi-hard cock. "Oh, not that Joel. I mean, that's awesome and I'm sure your plan is good - but what I meant was how I only ever seemed to get the semi version of this thing." She grabbed it with both hands and began to soap it up, apparently she'd gotten a handful of shower gel. "I was thinking maybe if I helped you clean up, I could get another chance to see if I could get it all the way there - you know, like my little sister did?"
As Page Hamilton droned on about how this is Sinatra's world, and his unnamed girl just lives in it, Michelle worked Joel over in a manner that suggested to both of us that she'd had more than a little practice. "My baby sister, Joel. You got hard for her, but not for me? And don't give me that big brother bullshit, I know I look good - and despite your arguments, we are clearly not related. We may have bathed together back then, but back then I couldn't do this either." As the crescendo built for the end of 'Sinatra', she whipped Joel around and took him in her mouth. This time there was no doubt as to the state of his erection, as she grabbed his ass and used it to pull him deeper into her mouth.
I left them to finish up the shower, and made my way back to the bedroom. Kim and Monica were still hugging in their sleep, and Lennie was finally fully awake. Like Joel, she had an urgent need to use the restroom - so she made her way to the hall bath she'd used the previous night. I knew what would happen in the bathroom, so I waited to see what happened when she left. Needless to say, I was not shocked to see Kim and Monica begin to move noticeably under the sheets. I watched them kiss slowly, realizing that either this was the first time, or my imagination thought it would be sexier if it was. Then I was back down the hall, where Joel was drying off as Michelle did her hair, and Lennie used the toilet. The three were chatting amicably enough, just as I remembered it, and the intimacy of such an innocent moment was not lost on me. There was not any drama, just people doing what they needed to get done to move on with their day. The activities of the previous day had made us comfortable in our skin, the question was - what would happen when outsiders came into the picture?
Once done, the three of them made their way to the kitchen for breakfast. As things were cooking, Joel asked Lennie for her home number and explained that she needed to remain quiet while he was on the phone. The phone was answered on the second ring, and Mrs. Boland was a bit taken aback when Joel identified himself and asked for Mr. Boland. No one was more shocked than Lennie though, and her fear was plain on her face. Joel just motioned for her to calm down and went back to the phone. "Jim? It's Joel from next door. Well, like you said - you saw my dick, so what good's the formality. Especially for what I am about to ask you do, it's better if we treat this as a guy doing a solid for another guy. Yeah, you're pretty close. Well, they arranged to be out all night, but they never went and got any clothes. Yeah, it wouldn't look good, would it? Really? Holy shit man, you're the best. No, really I owe you one. Well, I say I do - so let me start with this. I heard that Gary and Lennie broke up last night. Christy called me after they went to bed, apparently there were some tears, but it was her call. I know, you've done a good job there.Well, I heard they were going to stop by, but I won't know until they do. If Kim brings them by, I will keep an eye out. No, sir, it will be much more formal than last night. Are you sure? My brother is going to be here with a friend of his, so it's not like she'd hang out with the older kids. Very good, sir, I will make sure of it. Listen, I really appreciate this, Jim. Anything you need, sir, just ask. Later.
Joel hung up the phone and was hit with a million questions, some of which he tried to answer. "Yes, Lennie, your dad and I are bros now. Well, it's a long story, ask Michelle about it." Michelle wanted to know the plan, and Joel explained that the Bolands were taking her parents out for brunch in about an hour, at which point they could go get their things. When she asked how that had been thrown together so quickly, Joel laughed. "Lennie, your old man is a player; he thought I might need a bail-out this morning, so he hooked me up ahead of time. The guy is smooth!"
From around the corner came a very disheveled Kim. "Who is smooth?" she asked. Joel simply grabbed her hands and danced her around the kitchen for a moment, before dipping her in a very dramatic fashion. When he pulled her up and into him, he placed a somewhat chaste kiss on her lips and then turned to bow to the audience. "Your old man is bailing me out, most likely keeping my ass out of jail for last night's activities." Joel immediately recognized the taste of her kiss and added for effect, "Probably your ass too, come to think of it." When he winked at her and licked his lips, she knew she was caught out. Luckily for her, at that moment, the relative silence was split by the sound of a car horn. "Ah, that'd be Mindy with the booze. Kim, be a dear and go wave her into the backyard? Your cars are in my garage, and I doubt brunch will be on the menu if anyone sees us unloading a shitload of booze."
Lennie and Michelle were told to keep an eye out for visitors, especially to call out if someone stopped at the mailbox. They sat down to eat and watch, while Joel returned to his room. He found Monica in a daze laid out in the center of his bed. "And how are we doing this morning, princess?" he asked. She beckoned him with a finger, "Come over here and ask me again." Joel looked her over as he approached. Athletic body, but not overly so, and a solid B-cup that would probably hit C before she was done. The biggest thing he noticed were the tan lines that not even an afternoon nude could erase, so deeply were they established. Again, the Monica he'd known until yesterday would never have even ventured outside in a two-piece in mixed company. Joel leaned in and gave her a carbon copy of the kiss he'd laid on Kim, and she moaned while he delivered it. Not detecting a similar taste as he had from Kim, he decided that she'd only been a receiver this time around. "Did you guys have fun this morning?" he asked. She blushed a bit and grabbed for him once more, "I'd have rather had this, but yes, I did have fun this morning. I'm not sure I want to do that again, but I'm glad I tried it." Joel sat beside her and pushed her hands away. "Monica, I'm not sure how much experience you've had before this weekend, but don't be in a rush - and never let yourself be pressured into doing anything, alright? This is important, no matter who it is, you have to be comfortable with it. Now, if you are done experimenting, we need to get on with the day, and we can return to this topic later - sound good?" She agreed, and he hustled her down to the shower, "If Michelle smells that on you, there might be a problem - so clean up and come get some food."
Making his way back to the kitchen, Joel checked the backyard and wasn't sure if he was surprised that Kim was still nude as she unloaded the booze. Mindy was in her normal attire, cut-off jeans and a crop top. The uniform was designed to showcase both her tattoo and her piercings. The ink was a flowering vine down her left side, starting at her armpit and stopping just short of her knee, while the piercings were too numerous to count. On this occasion, she'd added a chain from piercing to piercing, so her nose ring connected to her bellybutton, and then the chain disappeared into her shorts. At twenty-two, Mindy was out of Joel's league, but he never stopped trying. While she was happy to hang out and had even made out with him on one occasion, she'd made it clear that they were just friends. "Let's see what my friend thinks of this," he thought as he grabbed Michelle and enlisted her in helping out back. "Should I put something on?" she asked, and Joel replied she could grab a shirt from his room if she wanted - before he headed out the back door. He hadn't made it two steps before he heard her follow; this was gonna be good!
He almost made it to the tailgate before she noticed them both. "What in the hell is going on here, Joel? Did you brainwash these girls?" Then he stepped around the truck, and she realized he was naked as well. "Holy shit, uh, nice to see you?" Joel grabbed a bag and turned to place it on the porch. Mindy followed with some cups and other supplies, "So did you guys lose a bet or something?" Joel just smiled, "No, we simply decided to be free and enjoy the pool, and then night fell so we moved to the Jacuzzi - it's been too nice to stop until we have to. Have you ever swam naked, Mindy?" She said that she had, but she did it like normal people, alone in the dark, or if she was lucky with a special friend. Joel explained that those were both good occasions to do it, but that there was nothing overwhelmingly sexual about it in their case, just comfort. Mindy didn't buy it for a second, so Joel asked her if she'd like to come in and meet the others. "Others? What others?" Joel invited her in again and sweetened the deal with some coffee if she'd like - and she gave in.
Joel brought Mindy into the kitchen and introduced her to Lennie. "Mindy works with a bunch of us at the restaurant. Mindy, this is Lennie." He could tell from her face that Mindy was blown away by the girl's body, although she wasn't the oldest - she was definitely the best developed of the group. "Lennie, as in dating Gary Lennie?" she asked. "Not anymore, no," Lennie answered. "Shit, the mail is here, Joel - did you want me to go get it?" Joel checked the time, "The parents should have left about a half-hour ago, so I leave it up to you. If not, I will go get it in a few - I'm going to introduce Mindy to Monica first." He strode down the hall and stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Monica do her hair. "I'd like to introduce you to a friend from work, if that's ok with you?" She said sure, so Joel motioned for Mindy to enter the room. "Monica, this is Mindy. Mindy, this is Monica - you met her sister Michelle outside a few minutes ago." Monica smiled and nodded to Mindy, "Nice to meet you, but really, Joel - another girl? Are there any guys coming to this party?" Joel put on his puppy dog face, "Am I not enough for you anymore? Relax, the guys will show up this evening when the party starts. Finish up in here and get over to your place to get some clothes, cool?" Monica nodded and returned to her morning routine, while Joel and Mindy headed back to her truck. "Maybe I haven't given you enough credit, Joel, four girls at the same time, and two of them are sisters?" Joel corrected her, informing her that it was two sets of sisters, as Lennie and Kim were related as well. "Man oh man, you must be drained. Hell, I think I'd switch teams for that Lennie. Perhaps, we should give it a try one night after work - if you can please all four of them, you may be able to hang with me." Before she left, Joel made sure to tell her he'd love to see her at the party that night - but no promises were made.
Joel returned to find Lennie and the rest browsing through the knapsack that she'd retrieved from the mailbox. In addition to the weed, which they could all make a good guess at, there was a small wooden box which should contain about thirty tabs of acid, as well as a bottle with twenty-five green smiley face pills. The ecstasy was fairly cheap, and the acid was payback for a favor he was owed. The weed had cost him a little over a hundred bucks, but it was worth it - because he had enough to smoke some more during the day today. The girls had ignored the box, which was good, while Kim and Michelle could probably handle it, the others were not ready for that trip just yet - but the pills had their attention. "What are these, Joel?" Lennie asked, holding up the pill bottle. He told them, and they were all very interested in trying it out. Joel figured they had around eight hours before people began to show for the party, so he split two pills in half and held them in his hand. "Before we do this, the rules need to be agreed to. Once this pill is ingested, there is no stopping the effects. I would assume that most of you will trip for about four hours, Michelle might take a bit longer. If you have a bad experience, I will do my best to get you over it - but you will not leave this house, understood?" They all agreed, and Joel handed them their halves, which most downed immediately - only Monica held out for a minute. "What will this do to me, Joel? I know it's what the ravers take, and they get hyper, right?" Joel explained that the drug would make her feel great, possibly thinking clearer, and in most cases would amplify her current mood. Without another word, she popped the pill and grinned, "In that case, we might need to lock you up for your own protection!"
With the pin pulled, Joel reckoned he had about twenty minutes to get them situated, wanting the experience to be as amazing as possible for them. He cranked up the stereo, and as much as he hated Techno, he served up some Londonbeat he'd gotten from a friend.Lennie, ever the observant one, realized that Joel had not taken a pill himself. "Someone needs to be sober in case of an emergency, doll, and honestly, I am already a happy camper this morning." Apparently happy with his reply, she went back to dancing around the living room, as if she could will the drug to kick in just by getting in the mood. The ladies seen to for the moment, Joel completed the setup on the porch by filling two coolers with ice and tapping the pony keg once he'd wrestled it into a plastic bin to keep it cold. He spent the next half an hour rolling joints and laying out his glassware for later use.
When he headed back inside, the girls were obviously beginning to feel the effects of the X. In addition to the frantic dancing, Kim and Michelle were developing pretty significant Joker grins. Monica saw him first, and dragged him into the center of their 'dance floor', as she ground up on him. Joel could feel the heat coming off of her in waves. "How you feeling, babe?" he asked her. She grabbed his hands and smeared them all over her chest and stomach; they slid easily in the sheen of sweat coating her from head to toe. "I don't know, how do I feel?" she replied. Joel's reply was appropriate on many levels - "Hot."
As Joel considered Monica, Lennie had danced up on him from behind, and she was just as hot. Joel took an opportunity to test the other two, and their temperatures were all a bit high. "Why don't we take this out to the pool, ladies? Doesn't the nice cool water sound good?" They worried about the music, so Joel turned on the patio speakers and formed a makeshift conga line out to the pool deck and right down the steps into the shallow end of the pool. As he peeled off the line, the girls just kept on dancing as if they hadn't moved at all, so he went to fetch some cold drinks for them all. While he was on the porch, he considered that despite the high temperature, they all seemed to be handling the trip just fine. Since the odds were decreasing on the bad trip worry, he allowed himself a small indulgence and lit a joint to take back out with him. He could not believe his luck as he sat by the pool and watched the four of them dance naked.
Monica saw the joint, and danced up the steps to attempt a bogart maneuver, which he allowed. She sat on his lap and shotgunned him as she had the night before, "You know, this is very interesting, Joel. I am completely aware of what I am doing, and even though I knew I could stop dancing whenever I wanted, it didn't occur to me until I saw you up here. This is really cool, thanks for being so awesome, Joel." She reached up to kiss him, and he made no move to stop her this time. From the pool there was a shout "No fair, some for all or none for all!" Kim bellowed, to the cheers of her fellow dancers.
Before Joel could respond, the techno disc came to an end. As designed, the player shifted to the next disc in the changer and moments later the opening beats of 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' poured from the speakers. Instantly, every single one of them was a stripper. Joel, who'd become very comfortable with them all, had barely been hard since his shower adventure this morning, but when the tempo changed and Monica began to grind on his lap again, there was no hiding it. Demure Monica was on her knees stroking him in a few seconds, and then she called to Lennie "Come show me again, I couldn't see shit last night!" She jumped out of the pool and ran over to them, taking a place next to her student at Joel's feet. "You have the stroking part down, that looks good - how does it feel, Joel?" Joel nodded his head, "That's great, Monica." Lennie leaned in, "Now, just give it a lick - we'll start slow." Monica stuck out her tongue and gave the head a tentative lick. "That's good, now do that a few more times and then suck on it." She followed her instructions, and when she sucked on the head, Joel pushed her away quickly. "OK, that was obviously a bit too hard, try again but softer this time." The second try was much better, and Joel relaxed back into his chair, "That's it, just like that, babe." She continued sucking, and Lennie told her to take more of him into her mouth. She got about a third of it in, before backing off to take a breath. "That's harder than I thought it would be, I couldn't breathe."
With her sister and Kim hollering encouragement from the pool, she tried a few more times, but she could not relax enough to breathe through her nose, so she got discouraged. "Show me how you do it, Lennie?" Monica asked, and the peanut gallery in the water became silent, waiting to see if she'd do it. Lennie scooted in closer and grabbed Joel's erection, "The trick is to breathe through your nose, and relax your jaw. If you get too tense, you risk scraping it with your teeth. If you need to take a breather, simply suck as you pull it out, take a breath, and suck it back in - like this." She demonstrated, taking him in until she was half way down, just before it hit her throat, bobbing on it for a few strokes and then retreating. Monica was in awe, "How'd you get it in so far, I wanted to gag with just the head in." The instructor explained that it took practice, and that some girls could go farther than others. At that, Kim spoke up, "You got that right, sis. Don't worry, you'll get there someday. Mon, if you want a real demonstration, let me know, and I'll come help you." While Lennie scowled, Michelle laughed out loud and Monica motioned for Kim to join her. "Let's see what you got, Kimmy." Kim took a slightly different approach. She was obviously of the 'learn by seeing' school of thought, because rather than explaining, she went into her performance. Joel moaned as his cock met the back of her throat, and her tongue went to work on the sensitive underside of his shaft. She then pulled off him and licked from the bottom of his sack to the tip and back down before repeating the process. Joel watched as, without any thought, he grabbed the back of her head and held her there for a minute before letting her go. She then popped him out of her mouth and smiled at Monica and her sister, "And that is how it's done!"
Kim returned to the pool and jumped in, getting a high five from Michelle in the process. Monica continued to try but couldn't get as far as the others, though she did improve. "Take it from the master, Monica. It just takes practice, soon you'll be better than Lennie at this!" Kim told her. Lennie was quick to point out that she'd gone just as far as Kim had, and Kim wanted Joel to weigh in on the decision. After his protests were exhausted, Joel explained that while there were few things to complain about in any blow job, Kim's tongue trick was the current winner. Lennie complained about it, and Monica wanted to know how to learn if she couldn't see it. "I wouldn't worry about it, Lennie," Joel said "even if Kim edged you out, she is still the student as well - the master is over there dancing in the pool." Even though Michelle was paying no attention, Kim was, and she was insulted by his insinuation! "Michelle, you're up, bitch. Joel claims you're the best dick sucker in this little group. Time to put up or shut up, baby." Once focused on the task, Michelle was keen to meet the challenge, and she walked up the stairs and fell to her knees between Joel's legs, mumbling about silly bitches. "Tongue tricks? Don't worry, Mon, I'll show you a tongue trick!" With no hesitation, she gobbled Joel up and sunk to the mark where both Lennie and Kim had topped out. She paused there for a minute, then she winked at her sister and sucked in the remaining third of Joel's cock. Joel was lost, his head thrown back and unintelligible moans emanating from deep within his chest. Not done yet, Michelle grabbed her sister and Lennie with each hand and brought them in close. When she had their attention, she pushed her nose deeper into Joel's crotch, and stuck out her tongue to lick his balls at the same time.
"We have a winner!" Monica shouted, and Kim came up to see for herself, "How in the hell?" she asked. Michelle came up for air and smiled, "What do I win?" she asked the group. After a minute, Lennie suggested that she won the right to finish Joel off, since they'd had him going for a while now. Michelle grinned mischievously, "I already did that today, how about you finish him off and he can get me off while you do it?" Kim was laughing, "You conniving little slut! Ok, Lennie, you get the next shot, go for it!" Lennie blushed at the comment, and Kim was beside herself "Is there anyone who hasn't gotten Joel off besides me?" Monica raised her hand, but Kim was on a roll. "You got yours this morning, love, I am taking this one for myself. On your back, stud. Michelle, you get the top and I get the bottom." Joel laid down on the pool deck, the look on his face was priceless. Kim took her position, but paused long enough to place a towel for some cushion on the pool deck. Once she had assumed her prior rhythm, Michelle straddled his face and lowered herself down slowly. The combination of the nudity, the drugs, and the sexual tension had resulted in what had to be the most aroused pussy that Joel had ever seen. Her lips had been spread wide, and the bright pink tunnel was in full view as she settled down over his mouth. He proceeded to lick and suck as best he could in his position, but Kim was making it hard for him to focus. In an attempt to not be shown up in the oral scoring, her licking now began at his asshole, and varied in direction in between every few sucks.
Michelle had shown Joel her wild side earlier that morning, but Kim was turning out to be a bit wicked on her own, and Joel was very noisy in his appreciation of her efforts. "What is she doing back there? Dammit, focus on what you're doing, Joel!" Michelle growled. "Hell with it, I wanna see."she said, and rose up off his face. He had enough time to see Monica off to the side watching, three fingers of her right hand were buried in her pussy - before Michelle spun around to face Kim, and then lowered herself back to his face and leaned forward to watch Kim in action. Joel felt Kim's tongue at his backdoor and heard Michelle call her a dirty slut, so he retaliated on her behalf, removing his own tongue from Michelle's clit and trailing it over her puckered asshole. The effect of this action was immediate, as Michelle went stiff as a board and cried out before collapsing onto Joel as if her plug had been kicked out of the wall. "Yes please, I'll have what she had," Monica told Joel, grinning down at him through the splayed legs of her sister. Her position gave her a bird's eye view of Joel's face as he finally gave in to Kim's attention, and he pumped what felt like a gallon of semen into her mouth. "And now that's done as well! Jesus, when do I get my go?" Before Joel could respond, Kim jumped to her feet and grabbed Monica by the waist, spun her, and gave her a huge kiss on the mouth. Joel took a moment to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs that had been Michelle until a few moments ago, and got to his feet just as the two girls separated. He watched as Monica swished part of his load around before swallowing, the grimace on her face was enough to let him know that she did not share her sister's appreciation of his flavor.
Through it all, Lennie had reclined in the shallow end of the pool watching the action. When Joel looked over in her direction, she had a small grin on her face, but her mood had gone from frenetic to chill in the span of about ten minutes. Joel jumped into the pool, where he relished the cool water for a moment before he made his way to sit beside her. "How you doing, darling?" he asked her with a smile, "you still feeling okay?" She simply nodded, and it was clear that her trip had gone mellow. "Did you really stick your tongue in her butt? That is crazy, Joel, where'd you learn to do that?" Joel shook off the question, "Not important, Lennie, I just want to make sure you're all feeling alright." Lennie assured him that she was fine, and then climbed out of the pool and huddled up with the other girls over by the Jacuzzi.
The next few hours passed uneventfully, the sexual tension had been expended, so the group basically enjoyed the sunshine and the cool water of the pool. As their high began to wear off, the girls began concerning themselves with preparing for the party, which mostly meant clouding the hall bath with hairspray fumes and applying the copious amounts of makeup that was the fashion of the time. The fact that they spent an hour working on their hair and faces was expected, the fact that they never even considered putting on clothes was not. "Ladies, the guests will begin to show in about two hours. You think that maybe we should be getting dressed now?" Joel asked. Monica replied, "No, in fact I wish the party wasn't even happening. We need to make arrangements for being out again tonight, because once the party's over, I am stripping right back down. You still owe me my turn, Joel, you aren't leaving me hanging."
The quiet was interrupted a short time later, when the doorbell rang - causing all the girls to run for the back of the house. Joel's heart beat quickened when he peered out the window to see Jim Boland waiting for him to answer. Knowing he couldn't answer the door naked, he yelled to Jim to meet him on the back porch and ran to his room to grab his swimsuit. Walking out onto the porch, he noticed the man surveying the party favors he'd set up earlier. "Can I offer you a drink, sir?" he asked as he approached. "You know what, I think I will have a beer. Thanks for asking, Joel." Joel drew a draft from the keg and handed it over to the man. "So, as much as I'd like to think we've become good buddies, I assume your visit has a purpose beyond a frosty libation. What can I do for you, sir?" Jim took a seat at the patio table, "Well, Joel, I would also like to think we've reached an uncommon level of understanding, given our roles - but I'm afraid I have to ask you a question, for the second time. Where are my daughters? And please don't feed me the same bullshit line you gave me last night. I saw Christy at the mall after our brunch with Larry and his wife, and strangely enough she was alone, no Lennie in sight. Where are my girls, Joel?"
Before Joel could answer, they were interrupted by George walking out onto the porch, "Hey, Mr. Boland. I'm sorry for interrupting, but my friend Paul and I just got back from the beach. I saw Jennifer there, she was with a bunch of girls I didn't recognize - and they all left about the same time we did." Georgie went on to give a pretty good description of Kim's car, currently parked in the garage, and I watched the fear and anger wash out of Jim's body language. "That would be Kimmy's car, thank god, I was beginning to think that this was all a hoax to keep me in the dark." He drained the beer quickly and grinned at Joel. "I wanted to believe you this morning, but I had my doubts. Please accept my apology, Joel." It took every ounce of effort Joel could produce to chuckle and extend his hand, "No need to apologize, Jim, as far as I'm concerned I still owe you for your assistance this morning. Adding that to the other things you've seen this weekend, and I should probably be kissing your feet!" Jim went on and on about how there would be no issues coming from him, and he would endeavor to prevent Michelle and Monica's parents from intruding on his evening - but couldn't promise too much, "I'm afraid that the dinner invite idea will not work, we didn't exactly hit it off - if you get my drift." And then he was off, and it was time to get back to trying to talk the girls back into their clothes.
About an hour before the planned start of the party, Joel pulled Kim aside and filled her in on the visit from her father. "I think it's about time the three of you arrived at the party, don't you think? I want you and your sisters to get in your car and back quietly down the driveway. As you pull back in, lay on the horn a few times, like you're announcing your arrival - and then head out to the pool." She thought that sounded like a good idea and was only mildly annoyed when he reminded her that they all needed to keep their clothes on once they'd arrived. "Your old man bought Georgie's line, but we can't afford to risk getting caught, you get me?" She nodded her agreement, "How exactly did you get so smart, Joel? When this party is over, you and I are gonna have a chat - believe that."
As the Boland girls prepared to execute their arrival, Young Joel was trying to come up with a plan for Michelle and Monica. This was going to be tougher, but he believed it could be made to work. They both joined him in the kitchen to discuss the plan. "George and his buddy are headed to your place to see if your brother wants to hang out." The panic on Monica's face was plain as day, but before she could express her concern - he continued. "No worries, they aren't going to bring him anywhere near here. If your mom is out, or at least out at your pool, they are gonna lead your old man on a wild goose chase through the woods by saying they saw the boar that has been digging up his yard." The grins suggested they had faith in that plan. "If it works, you'll pull out and quickly head to your place. The plan is to get in, grab the shit you need, and tell your mom you're staying at a new friend's place tonight." He went into great detail as to what they should say and gave them the code for Christy's mom, "Have your folks call her Mrs. Huddleston, that is my code and she will agree to whatever story you told your parents. The default is you'll spend the evening in their den watching chick flicks." Michelle got to work, and Monica gave Joel a shot in the shoulder, "You are a certified evil genius, aren't you? Tonight you are going to tell me how you arrange all this madness!"
Once the plans were in play, I watched as Joel took a quick breather in the silent house. The sheer number of plates he had spinning was impressive, and a moment to collect his thoughts before the crew arrived was welcome. As if the universe had decided to catch up with all the luck he'd cashed in today, the phone rang and the news was not good. "Joel, shit man, it's Chuck. You should be out here, dude, it's going off!" After explaining that it would be dark before he could get there, Joel told him that maybe he could head out with them in the morning again if things were still big. "That's what I'm calling about, man, we ain't coming back tonight. Everyone is sleeping out here again tonight, since it's supposed to continue into the morning." Although he tried to explain the expense and the trouble he'd gone to in order to set this up, he could understand his argument. "Shit, man, the girls will be there tomorrow night, and the next as well. How often do we get such good surf? Sorry, bro, you're on your own!" I watched as he slammed the phone down in disgust, only to pick it right back up and dial Christy's mom, only to get a busy signal. He tried Christy's private line and got her on the second ring. After he explained what had happened, he damn near smashed the phone as he hung up.
When Michelle and Monica returned, Lennie and her sisters were already out in the pool, and they found Joel sitting in the dining room, rolling the last of the weed into small joints. One was lit and hanging out of the corner of his mouth, and it was quickly grabbed by Monica. "Damn, that's a good pile you have going there. This party will be rocking!" His task completed, Joel grabbed the joint back and took a long drag. "No, the party will not be rocking."In fact, there is no party anymore - so take some of these with you when you leave. He grabbed the wooden box and the pill bottle, as he had no intention of letting any of them take those home with them, and he walked back to his bedroom. I watched as Monica began to follow him down the hall, but her sister stopped her. "Nope, this is for me to handle, you'll just try to jump his bones! Go tell the others what's happening." I knew what would happen back in our room, so I followed Monica out to the pool.
"Party is off, ladies. Apparently, the guys are staying at the beach tonight, and Joel had that Christy chick call everyone else off." The Boland sisters booed at that news, but there was no denying that they had all kind of wished that the party had not been planned in the first place. "So? Back to the skinny dipping?" Kim asked as she ripped off her suit and flung it onto the pool deck. Monica's suit followed close behind, and she dove into the pool and floated lazily on her back. The look on Lennie's face was a bit different - she seemed concerned, and rather than join the others, she exited the pool and began to dry off. I knew then why she'd joined Michelle and me in my room; she felt bad for Joel and wanted to provide comfort. This seems shallow, but I had always assumed that she was just horny - now I know better, if I can believe what I saw just then.
I flitted back to the bedroom, where Michelle was trying to bring young me out of the depressed rage that had formed when the crew had turned their backs on him. She was correct; we knew each other too well to try to pull the wool over each other's eyes, so instead, she focused on the positives of the weekend. She'd refused any insistence that he was alright, and was giving him a friendly back rub when Lennie entered the room.
Suddenly, the last strain of Timmy T. was drifting away, and I was back in my office again. The only difference was the huge grin on my face. At the time, I'd considered that blown party the worst thing to ever happen to me - it really was a special weekend in so many ways. Without a doubt, my mood had been lifted as I waded back into my work, humming shitty freestyle music as I did so. | 4 |
111,524 | Until It Hurts | Her eyes fluttered open with a groan as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon and warmed her face through her bedroom window. She blinked her eyes slowly, waiting for the scratchiness of sleep to fade from beneath her lids. Her head pounded, and her stomach was playing a poor accordion somewhere deep inside of her. Her throat felt like it had been sanded with coarse-grade sandpaper. Her mouth tasted like the cat had used it as a litter box.
She groaned again and tried to turn over to her side, her fingers pressing lightly into her abdomen, trying to ease the nausea. A gentle weight lay against her ribs, just below her breasts, preventing her journey to her side. She opened her eyes again and raised her pounding head. She gently lifted the sheet, wondering what could be lying on her. The cat was heavier, and though there was the usual purr of breathing, it wasn't quite the raspy purr of Lucifer. A small hand with long, slender fingers lay across her, the fingers gently cupping her bare right breast. It took her foggy brain a moment to notice the pink nail polish on the tip of each finger, rising and falling with each of her shallow breaths. She closed her eyes, dropped the sheet, and turned her head, lowering it gently to her pillow.
As she reopened her eyes, a soft face, diffused in sleep and lying on the pillow beside her, filled her view. She nearly screamed in surprise, though she probably should have figured out that the hand cupping her breast belonged to someone. She stifled the cry and stared up at the ceiling. Her pounding brain struggled in vain to remember. She consciously slowed her heart and gently reached under the sheets, moving the limp hand from her chest, hoping not to wake the woman beside her. God, where had this headache come from? And who the hell was the brunette sharing her bed?
The woman stirred at the movement of her arm, but didn't wake. The sunlight had crept to her face, illuminating it like a spotlight on an angel. She wrinkled her nose at the light disturbing her dreams and turned over, presenting her bare back and long brunette hair to her bedmate.
Melissa groaned again, but more quietly, as a wave of nausea washed over her. She closed her eyes until it passed, and then gently swung her legs out of the bed. Her bare feet connected with the hardwood, and she shivered, realizing that she was completely nude. She never slept without her nightgown, or for that matter with another woman. She glanced around the bedroom. At least it was her own room and not some sleazy motel. Her mind refused to give up the details of last evening, but she vaguely recalled far too many shooters - B-52's, 747's, and some dandy named Sex On The Beach. Her head throbbed again, and Melissa gently lowered her head into her hands, her elbows supported by her knees. The nausea washed over her again - sitting up hadn't helped her at all. This time, the waves of nausea overwhelmed her, and she stumbled out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, making it just in time.
She felt better after being sick, though her head still pounded to the beat of some raucous military marching band. Her mouth tasted far worse than it had when she had awakened, and brushing her teeth had only marginally helped. She stared at her disheveled face in the mirror. Her blue eyes stared back at her, almost as if accusing her of something. Her blonde locks were tangled about her head, framing her face in dirty golden strands. It looked like she had run a marathon, she thought with a critical eye. She flipped two aspirin into her mouth and dry-swallowed them, gagging at the taste.
She ran her fingers through her long, tangled blonde mane and pulled it back into a ponytail away from her face. She washed her face quickly and padded back to the bedroom.
The girl was still fast asleep, her breathing soft and regular beneath the sheets. Melissa glanced about the bedroom. Clothing, hers and others that she didn't recognize, were strewn haphazardly around the room. A strange brassiere dangled from the bedpost, her nightgown, untouched, was still folded neatly over the desk chair. A white ankle sock lay over a pair of blue jeans crumpled at the foot of the bed. Neither were hers.
Melissa took a deep breath and debated waking the woman, finding out exactly what had taken place. The throbbing between her legs and the tingling of her body told her exactly what she had done. Though she had never shared her bed with a woman, she certainly knew the signals, at least she thought she did. She self-consciously touched herself between her legs, trying to confirm her activities from the night before. She wasn't absolutely positive, but she certainly ached in all the right places. It was hard to be positive with the after-effects of the drinks. She might ache for a completely different reason than the obvious. At least it was possible.
Melissa padded over to the desk and picked up a pen along with her perfumed writing pad. "Dear stranger sleeping in my bed..." she smiled ruefully at the thought. She lowered the pen back to the desk. She didn't even know to whom to address a note, or whether she should even leave the house. But she had to leave. She had to sort this out before talking to the girl in her bed. Her aching head was in a whirl of confusion, and she wasn't thinking straight.
Barefoot, she padded over to her dresser and silently pulled out her Spandex shorts and halter-top. She quickly donned the clothing and padded back out to the living room. The clock there told her it was 5:28 AM, far too early to be up. The roosters wouldn't even be awake yet. She sighed, knowing it would be useless to try and get back into bed and sleep, especially with the girl there. Her head still pounded like some over-eager conga drum player was alive and well in there.
She stepped through the sliding glass doors and onto the deck, wincing at the early morning light. She gazed out over the water, the morning sun still large and orange on the horizon. It glinted off the still ocean as though the water was a sheet of glass. A small fish jumped, breaking the mirrored blue surface, sending tiny ripples to the ends of the earth.
Melissa took a deep breath, breathing in the salty air. With the inrush of fresh air, her head was beginning to fade back into a semblance of normalcy, and her nausea had completely disappeared. Her throat still felt scratchy, but she no longer wanted to kill the cat for using it as a litter box.
The beach was silent as she descended down to the sand, using the short flight of rough stairs. Not even the ever-present seagulls were awake yet. Her bare feet felt the coolness of the sand, residual from the cool of the night before, reassuring and close. Without thinking, she began to run, her feet whispering through the sand, her thighs and calves straining against the yielding surface.
Soon she was flying down the beach, her toes indenting the wet sand by the water's edge. Her breathing slowly increased as her heart pounded against her ribs. The effects of the drinks last night diminished as though they had never been there. She ran until it hurt. Her side throbbed with a stitch, and her body ached, but still she ran, her hair flying out behind her in the wind that she had created.
As she reached the end of the deserted beach, she finally allowed herself to collapse. The pain flooded through her body as she struggled to find her breath. Her legs and lungs were screaming bloody murder at her as she fell to her knees in the sand.
Tears streamed down her face as she leaned forward, burying her forehead in the sand. She wept there for some time, only partly from the pain. She had no idea how long she knelt there, but when the tears finally stopped, her breathing slowed, and she rolled onto her back, staring up at the bright blue sky above her, the sun inexorably climbing above the horizon.
She'd always been prone to over-reaction. It was probably why Steve had left her, she thought bitterly. And probably why a stranger was sleeping in her bed this morning.
She felt the tears surface again as she lay in the soft sand, and visions of Steve flitted across her mind. She savagely wiped at her face with her fingers, blinking at the wetness. How often had they made the run out here together in better times? They'd laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. Steve was the one who had encouraged her to run until it hurt. She hadn't quite known what he meant until yesterday. She'd run until it hurt, and then kept running, hard and fast. Up until yesterday, when they'd lain here panting together and she had found out that hurt was a relative thing. Dammit... she'd been vulnerable, and secure, and feeling good for the first time in years, and it was right here - she prodded the sand with her finger - right here when he had told her about his secretary. Twenty-four short hours ago. And now she was alone.
Tears came again, unbidden. She had over-reacted like she always did - hitting him, and cursing. Just like her. The side of herself that she'd managed to bury for Steve for all these long months with him. His face had been a mask of sorrow and pain.He hadn't wanted to hurt her, and he hadn't kept it from her. He'd been honest with her, which was a hell of a lot better than most guys she'd dated. It still hurt. How the hell could he want another woman? What was wrong with her?
She pounded her fist into the sand beside her aching thigh as the relentless pictures of herself continued beneath her closed eyelids.
She had fallen to her knees after he had avoided every futile swing of her small fists, exhausting her already sore body. Pathetic. She had cried, pushing him away when he tried to comfort her. She hadn't wanted to cry, she simply had, not being able to help herself. The tears had felt like rivers of fire, leaking from her eyes and tracing down her cheeks to drip from her chin.
When she had finally raised her head and cleared her tears, he was gone - only a small figure walking away from her in the distance, not looking back. She had watched miserably as he disappeared down the beach and out of her life forever. She didn't even know the secretary's name. She didn't care. She had stared out at the circling gulls for hours until she had dragged herself to her feet wearily and walked through the shallow water back to her beach house. He had been gone. Not even a note. Only the scent of his aftershave still wafting across the calm air in the house to remind her of him.
The current tears eventually dried up. She chastised herself as she sat up, brushing grains of sand from her arm and side. She carefully wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood wearily to her bare feet. The salty air tasted almost like her tears but in a lighter way.
It was over; she didn't even know where Steve was, or what he was doing. But he wasn't coming back. Ever. She glanced down at her finger. She ought to sell the thing, or find him and return it.
She wasn't in a charitable mood. Her head had begun to ache again as soon as she stopped moving. She carefully worked the clear hard stone from her left ring finger and weighed it in her hand. She stepped down the beach until the water lapped over her toes.
Some oyster is going to love this, she thought to herself as she watched the easy arc of the diamond before it splashed into the still water and sank forever.
She felt a weight lift from her shoulders as the small stone disappeared. A slight ache rippled through her heart, the loss of ten months of her life, but she eventually turned away and splashed gently through the warm ocean water as she slowly returned to her home.
She sat on the bottom step leading up to the sundeck. Her bare toes formed small circles in the sand. She intently watched the shallow tracks in the sand rise and fall under the gentle guidance of her feet. Her knees were pressed together and her hands rested easily on them. She struggled to control her breathing; she had run the last half of the journey back, running through the pain of already over-exerted muscles.
"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" she asked herself in a soft whisper.
She remembered calling Jean after she'd realized that Steve was never coming back, and more importantly, realized that she didn't want him to come back. Jean had collected her and they'd gone out. "To forget," she had said. 'Forget' apparently being the operative word. After the first noisy, smoky club it was a complete blur of people, dancing, crying, laughter and alcohol. She vaguely recalled refusing some marijuana at some point. Thank God. Her head would be splitting if she'd indulged in that vice.
Her heart rate fell to a somewhat normal level, and she sighed. She had no idea what time it was, but the sun had lifted a respectable distance above the horizon.
She rose with an effort to her feet and climbed slowly up the stairs, her fingers dragging on the handrail. The wood of the steps felt suddenly rougher beneath her feet.
She took a deep breath as she slid open the deck doors. She had no idea if her guest was awake, or if she was even still there. Anything was possible. There was no sound, no sign that her bedmate remained in the beach house.
Lucifer appeared slowly and gracefully, from the direction of the kitchen. She gave her owner one of those baleful, half-accusatory looks that felines are so good at. Her liquid eyes seemed to ask exactly why she hadn't been allowed to sleep in with her owner as she normally did. Oh. And by the way, where's my breakfast?
Melissa quickly opened some of Lucifer's favorite food, placing the plate on the floor. She normally fed Lucifer before her morning run, but this morning had been ... different. Melissa knew she'd regret ignoring the creature this morning. Lucifer had a way of making her displeasure known, hence her name. Lucifer, head held high, pranced over, gave Melissa an about-time-too expression and settled herself to eat.
Leaving Lucifer to her breakfast, Melissa padded quietly to the bedroom and peeked in. The woman was still fast asleep, curled up and breathing regularly. As the door opened the brunette head stirred, moaned quietly but didn't quite wake.
Melissa softly shut the door and again chastised herself. She should wake the woman up and get her out of here before...
Before what? Steve comes home? Melissa sighed to herself as she fought back the threatening tears.
She padded to the bathroom and slipped out of her jogging clothes, letting them fall haphazardly to the bathroom tile. She flipped on the hot water and stepped into the shower, standing under the sharp spray and letting the clear steamy water soak away her aches and pains.
As she emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body, she smelled coffee. She hadn't smelled coffee in this house in months. Steve hadn't liked coffee and she was indifferent so she had accepted his request not to smell it every morning.
She inhaled, smelling a curious mixture of coffee, bacon, steam and peach scented soap. She felt clean, and far better than she had when she'd awakened at 5:28 AM.
Swallowing heavily, she padded out to the kitchen, leaning up against the arch leading into the bright room. The sizzling of the bacon masked any small sounds that her bare feet made, so the woman sitting quietly at the kitchen table didn't notice her enter.
The woman was a brunette, but Melissa knew that already. Petite, young, in her early twenties, she looked to have brown eyes and a trim figure. She was engulfed in a white nightgown that looked like it may have come from Melissa's closet. Melissa was simply thankful that the girl had put on clothing at all. She was sitting, facing the entrance, her brown eyes scanning the morning newspaper intently. Her legs were crossed under the glass table, her right foot bare and swinging gently as she read. As she moved to pick up her cup of coffee, her eyes lifted and spied Melissa. A friendly smile illuminated her features.
"Good morning," the girl spoke. Her voice was contralto, almost a soft musical quality to it.
Melissa took a deep breath and moved into the room without answering the girl. The girl's eyes followed her every movement, cautious and uncertain. Melissa sat down across from the girl and folded her hands gently over the glass of the table. She wished that she had dressed before coming out here, but she had been dreadfully curious. Suddenly she felt self-conscious of wearing only a towel in her own home.
"Can I get you some coffee?" the girl tried again, a bit of nervousness, and perhaps bewilderment, entering her voice and face.
Melissa sighed to herself. She might not quite know what was going on, but she could at least be civil.
"No, thank you," Melissa replied quietly. Then she realized that she had answered out of habit, she had been refusing coffee for the last ten months because of Steve. Not because of her own desires. The girl had lowered her eyes at the answer. Awkward.
"I can go if you want," the girl spoke quietly towards the table. She looked suddenly fascinated by her bare feet under the glass, and Melissa was almost sure that she detected a brightness to the girl's eyes which could only be the beginnings of tears.
"On second thought, maybe I will have one with you," Melissa spoke a little more gently. She moved to get up, but the girl was faster.
Melissa watched in silence as the girl poured her a cup of coffee from the carafe. The girl looked up at Melissa questioningly.
"Cream... no sugar," Melissa answered the unasked question.
She watched the girl move around the kitchen, finding the cream in the refrigerator and stirring the mug. She placed the mug down beside Melissa and then moved off to tend the bacon. The girl pulled the bacon out of the pan with a knife and fork and dried it carefully on a paper towel. She turned off the burner and returned to her seat, her eyes fixed on Melissa.
Melissa savored the rich coffee. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed this simple pleasure. She glanced over the rim of the cup. The girl was still watching her with her intense deep brown eyes.
"This is a bit awkward," the brunette spoke quietly. "I should go." She began to rise from her seat.
Melissa lowered her cup to the table. The sound of it touching the table sounded like a gunshot.
Melissa touched the girl's arm across the table, stopping her movement.
Melissa took a deep breath. "I suppose if I've slept with you, I should at least know who you are," she whispered. A red flush had crept into her cheeks unbidden. She couldn't believe that she'd slept with someone the day she had broken up with Steve. Much less that it had been a woman. She wasn't a prude, but she'd never been attracted to women before and still wasn't. At least she didn't think so.
The girl looked stunned and lowered herself back to the chair.
"You don't remember?" the girl asked quietly.
Melissa nibbled her lower lip, willing the tears back again, and gently shook her head.
The girl pursed her lips, and rocked slowly back and forth in her seat."Maybe then it is better if I just leave," she said softly.
Melissa swallowed heavily. "I need to know what happened. Who you are. Please stay. At least have breakfast. You made it after all. I'm not hurrying you out." She fought with herself, half wanting the girl to go and forget her, half wanting to know everything.
The girl seemed indecisive. She bit her lower lip, running her teeth along the skin there. She finally took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry that you don't remember. You... you had a few drinks last night."
"I know. My head knows it anyway," Melissa attempted a rueful smile.
The girl stuck her hand across the table, outstretched. "I'm Reane," she spoke softly. "We've been introduced before. I'm a friend of Jean's, in case you don't remember."
Melissa hesitated for a moment and grasped the offered hand. It was warm, strong and soft. "Melissa," she murmured. "I'm afraid that I really don't remember. I'm sorry."
Reane smiled gently, the worry that Melissa wasn't going to shake her hand disappearing from her features. "I know you don't. And it's alright. I was expecting this to be a little awkward this morning. I'm actually surprised that you didn't wake me up."
"What the hell hit me last night?" Melissa asked with a quiver in her voice.
Reane smiled widely as she rose to her bare feet and began to heat the stove again. Melissa watched the girl as she began to prepare the eggs she had found in the fridge.
"Well, you already had had a few when I caught up with you," Reane tossed over her shoulder. "But from what I remember you got hit by three B-52's, three 747's, three beers, um Molson Canadian, I think, three whiskey neat, and um, three Sex On The Beach. You liked the number three for some reason which you wouldn't divulge. And you liked the Sex On The Beach, too. Again, you wouldn't say why."
Melissa gasped. No wonder her head was aching this morning. She rarely drank at all, much less mixed. She was surprised she hadn't passed out. Maybe she had, for all she knew.
"I made a fool of myself." It was a statement, not a question.
Reane turned herself back to the stove, ignoring the statement.
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled," Melissa spoke softly, suddenly ashamed of herself as Reane began to break eggs into a bowl.
Melissa's mind whirled. Never again, Melissa swore to herself. Never again. Should have at least waited before getting drunk and sleeping with a woman. Christ. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Reane placed a plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice in front of Melissa. Steve had never once made her breakfast, much less served it to her. Melissa watched and waited for Reane to bring her own breakfast back and settle back into her seat.
They ate in silence, the clacks of the forks filling the void. The breakfast was excellent, and Melissa was stunned to discover that she was ravenous. She finished the food far before Reane who ate slowly and daintily. Melissa watched the girl finish her breakfast and then sat back.
Reane spoke softly. "I... I'm not exactly sure what you think went on last night..."
"It's pretty clear, though, I'm sorry but I don't really remember it all. Kind of a blur," Melissa finished the girl's train of thought.
Reane smiled softly. "I thought it might be a blur for you. I tend to forget when I drink as well."
"What happened? No offence, but why are you here?" Melissa asked quietly, inwardly cringing as Reane's easy smile fell a notch.
Reane took a small breath and let it out. "You really don't remember... this is kind of embarrassing."
"I figured as much," Melissa commented with a slight flush crawling up her cheeks.
"I wouldn't normally do this," Reane started. "I mean come home with someone like yourself. At least not right off a big break up like you apparently had. First of all, I'm not here to pressure you in any way. I'm not like that. I begged Jean to find someone else."
"Someone else?"
"To take you home and take care of you. But you wouldn't go home with any member of the male population... understandably... and I was the only woman left other than Jean. Jean had to get home, one of her children was sick. So I got elected, even though I thought it was a bad idea."
Reane paused, thinking before she began to speak. "I... I had to help you into the cab. I don't drive. And out again. You... um... were singing, a little."
"Singing?"
"Um, yeah... something about raindrops falling from your eyes... sounded like it was out of the sixties. You actually weren't too bad," Reane tried another friendly smile.
Melissa flushed.
Reane continued, "I brought you in and finally managed to get you into bed. You claimed to be hot and kind of undressed."
"Kind of?"
"Well, yeah. You kind of threw your clothes around the bedroom. I had already taken off your shoes for you. I tried to convince you to lie down and sleep, but..."
"I didn't want to. People tell me I don't respond well to suggestions if I've had a few. I wasn't violent was I?"
Reane laughed a little. "You weren't violent, though I'm glad I'm not Steve, whoever he is."
Melissa felt the sting of the tears before she could stop them. Reane stopped her narrative, realising that she'd hit a nerve by mistake.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured.
"It's alright. I've already cried it out," Melissa mumbled, not really believing it completely herself.
Reane took a deep breath and continued. "That's when things got a little weird."
"Weird?" Melissa had some idea what weird meant.
"Yeah, you knelt up on the bed and announced that... that you knew that I was... into girls. That Jean had told you. By the way, I'm going to kill Jean for telling you that."
Melissa didn't remember Jean ever having said such a thing, or even mentioning Reane's name before last night. Perhaps Jean had told her last evening, during some sorority rite of turgid drinking.
"Anyway," Reane continued, trying to keep her voice steady, "you announced that you wanted to have a little fun and that you wanted to try it."
"I'm so sorry," Melissa mumbled, embarrassment flooding through her veins.
Reane looked across the table at Melissa and tried to judge her state of mind. Reane whispered quietly, "It wasn't completely unwelcome. Jean, whenever she told you, didn't lie. And you are an attractive woman." Melissa's face registered her shock. "Please don't take that the wrong way. I understand. I've been dealing with that reaction all my life and I don't mean to offend. I only mean it in a nice way."
"Oh my God," Melissa whispered as she realised that she actually had done something last night. Up until now she'd been at least able to have doubts. She wouldn't touch so much as wine ever again, as long as she lived.
Reane's face clouded a little, perhaps in regret. "Don't 'Oh my God' yet, Melissa. We didn't do anything. I swore to take care of you to Jean, and damned if I wasn't going to. I sat in the chair in there and calmed you down, fighting myself, and made you lie down. Eventually, you did. I watched you sleep for a while until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer."
"But..."
"I know. I wasn't exactly in the chair in the morning."
Melissa nodded, not quite sure what to think.
"I woke up an hour or so later by your clock. You were moaning, having a nightmare or something. I gently woke you up, but you must have been still feeling the effects of the alcohol. You cried for a time while I held you. I don't think that you fully woke up. You apologised to me... sleepily... and then told me not to sleep in the chair. I was so damn tired. I know I shouldn't have, but I wasn't thinking straight, I was half asleep as well. I took off my clothes as I walked around the bed, and then climbed in. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I know I shouldn't have, but honestly, we didn't do anything. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not and feel good about myself in the morning."
Reane reached across the table and gripped Melissa's hand in hers.
"Melissa. I'm sorry. I thought you knew."
Melissa swallowed and began to cry, partially in relief, partially in shame, partially in gratitude.
"Thank-you," Melissa whispered.
"For what?"
"For not taking advantage of me, and for taking care of me."
Reane smiled. "You're welcome. Thanks for not hating me and letting me stay for breakfast."
Melissa smiled through her tears.
***
The house felt empty after Reane changed and left. Melissa moped around, feeling the absence of the ring that she had worn for three of the last ten months. She missed that more than Steve.
The phone remained silent, despite her frequent glances at it. She cleaned up and watched television without really paying attention. Night had fallen without her even aware of the fact. Her body was aware of it, though. The static from the television woke her at the station sign off. She stretched and stumbled to bed.
Reane's scent still filled the pillow beside her, stronger by far than Steve's. She breathed in the scent of clover and honey and closed her eyes.
***
It had been a hard week, end of month, end of quarter, everyone had wanted a piece of her. Friday night and she was frazzled already. No date to look forward to, nothing but the television and perhaps Jean coming over sometime on the weekend. It was seven when she'd finally sorted out the incompetence in accounting. She'd escaped the office before the next round of phone calls inundated her. Every red light seemed to be against her, everybody on the road seemed to be turning left in front of her. Melissa was ready to scream as she fought through the early weekend traffic towards her beachhouse. Maybe she would jog on the beach when she got home. It might remind her of Steve again, but she needed to do something, or she would go crazy. She was over Steve, anyway. The jerk had never even tried to call her. Not that she would have talked to him.
A figure sat on the front porch as she pulled up the driveway.The heat of the day wasn't helping her emotional state, and she wasn't in the mood for visitors or salesmen, and if it was Steve looking for his forgotten toothbrush, God help him. She'd give it back to him, but he wouldn't be comfortable.
She slammed the car door and walked swiftly up the steps. The figure rose. Melissa's heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat. A familiar flash of brown hair and a diminutive frame. Reane stood from the wicker chair, biting gently at her lower lip. Melissa stood stock still on the top step and regarded the girl.
Reane spoke first in a quiet voice, taking in the frazzled woman in front of her. "I'm sorry. I caught you at a bad time."
Melissa found her tongue. For some reason, her stomach was in knots. "It's... it's alright. What are you doing here?"
Reane looked pained, as though she really didn't know why she was here.
"I... I wanted to see if you were alright," she took a deep breath. "Jean wouldn't give me your number, and I didn't even know your last name. I knew where you lived though," Reane tried a weak smile.
"I'm fine." Melissa walked slowly across the porch and fit her key into the lock. The snick of the key turning broke through the silence.
Reane looked nervous and pained. "I should go. Should have listened to Jean. I'm sorry for intruding." She began to walk slowly towards the steps, her head bent slightly.
Melissa gathered her breath, not sure what she was doing, and called to Reane, softly.
"Reane? Can I call you a cab, or something?"
Reane turned slowly at the bottom step, looking up at Melissa. "I'll be alright. Thanks anyway. I don't live far." She turned and began to walk down the concrete flagstones to the driveway.
"Reane?" The girl turned again at the bottom of the driveway, her eyes looking a little dejected in the evening sun. "My last name is Nichols."
Melissa watched as the girl turned left at the bottom of the driveway and disappeared down the sidewalk. Melissa opened her door and stepped inside. She almost called out Steve's name, and then caught herself. She felt like having a stiff drink, but refrained, settling in to watch a Seinfeld re-run. She would order a pizza later; she didn't feel like cooking and wasn't particularly hungry yet.
The phone rang, startling her. The phone had been unusually quiet at night since Steve had left. She took a deep breath. If it was Steve, she didn't know what she'd say. He hadn't called in the week since he'd left, and she didn't expect him to, but he was still the most likely caller. She debated letting the machine pick it up.
While she was debating with herself, hand over the receiver, the machine took her decision from her. A female voice sprang from the tinny speaker.
"Come on, pick up, Melissa. It's not Steve."
Melissa brightened quickly and picked up the receiver, her finger switching off the machine before the feedback kicked her in the ear.
"Jean!"
"You moping around?"
Melissa considered lying, but refrained. "Yeah."
"Seinfeld?"
"What do you think?"
"Making you laugh?"
"Not a whit."
"You want to come out with the girls?" Jean asked.
"Is there alcohol involved?"
"What do you think? There has to be with us putting up with our husbands all day," Jean joked lightly.
"I'm not drinking. I'm still hung over from last weekend," Melissa's head still felt a bit fuzzy and it had been a full week since Steve's abrupt departure.
"Well, come on out anyway, you need it."
There was never any doubt; she had to get out, even with a bunch of drunk married women. "I'll tag along."
"Good stuff. Be there around nine."
Just enough time for a shower. Finally, Melissa had some purpose for the first time all week. She jumped off the couch, pulling off her office clothes in preparation for her shower before she had even left the living room. Seinfeld bantered with Kramer for the empty room.
The club was smoky and noisy and full of men and women itching for each other. Every slow song had the dance floor packed. Alcohol was flowing freely, and Melissa had already fended off three drunken idiots. She had no interest in men tonight. It was times like these that she really missed Steve. They used to dance all night together, and when she was with Steve she had never been approached by strange drunkards. Jean sat with Melissa across the table. Jean had tried to engage conversation over the bar music a number of times, but Melissa wasn't in the mood to shout over the music or talk. She just watched the people and nursed her Sprite as Jean talked animatedly to another married friend who was sitting closer to her on the left side of the table. Melissa watched as Jean sipped at her fourth Pina Colada. The married friend, who had never been properly introduced to her, downed another beer in one long swallow.
Melissa was faced towards the door as a familiar face entered the club and paid the cover charge. The brunette walked across the dance floor, spinning easily around the gyrating people. She finally settled across the table beside Jean. She waved a hello to Melissa and then sat back watching the people, declining to be drawn into conversation with Jean, and refusing the offer of a drink. Jean shrugged and continued some diatribe against husbands with her married friend.
Around midnight, Jean and her friend rose unsteadily to their feet. They began a weaving gait towards the front entrance of the club, arms around one another and laughing hysterically.
Melissa sighed, knowing that she was the designated driver tonight. It hadn't been her choice or by any agreement. She simply was the only one with a driver's license that was drinking only Sprite. Reane rose with a knowing look and helped Melissa guide the other two women to the door and out to Jean's BMW. She hadn't spoken two words to Reane all night, but perhaps that was because the music had been so loud.
Reane grunted as she buckled Jean into the passenger seat amidst a few protests as to Jean's ability to drive. Melissa safely had the keys, so it didn't matter how sober Jean claimed to be. Melissa finished putting on the seatbelt for the other woman. She straightened and leaned on the roof of the car, breathing heavily. Reane, also breathing hard, did the same.
"Guess I'll walk," Reane spoke over the roof.
"Don't be silly, I'll drop you home."
"You sure?"
"Shouldn't be out walking alone at this time of night."
"I do it all the time. Not much choice."
"Get in," Melissa admonished. Reane grinned and slipped into the back seat where she immediately got sucked into an incoherent and partially slurred discussion of why children should be seen and not heard.
Melissa, eventually, got directions to the other woman's house, waiting and making sure she stumbled inside alright. Then she dropped off Jean, sighing as she locked up the car. Jean had begged to be taken home next and had disappeared quickly inside with some hasty slurred comment about how her back teeth were floating. Melissa seriously doubted if Jean was coming back out. Melissa dropped the keys in Jean's mailbox and leaned over the roof of the red BMW. She didn't have to walk far to get home, and despite her words to Reane earlier, the streets were relatively safe in this neighborhood. And a walk would do her good.
"We never got a chance to talk," remarked Reane over the car.
"I know. Just had a lot on my mind, tonight."
"Care to talk about it?" Reane asked quietly. "I'm a good listener and I think we're walking in the same direction."
Melissa nodded, weary and tired. They began to walk through the humid air, the sounds of their footfalls the only sound in the quiet neighborhood. They never did talk.
Melissa was silently crying as they approached the beachhouse, but at least the memory of Steve was fading considerably. Reane didn't seem to mind the quiet tears, and didn't press Melissa. She helped Melissa open her door. The door swung open gently, the doorknob knocking at the wall behind.
"I guess I should invite you in. I'm sorry for not inviting you in earlier," Melissa spoke quietly, wiping away the last of the tears.
"I understand. And I'll understand if you don't invite me in now either," Reane gazed up at Melissa from the first step of the porch. "But I don't bite, you know. I'd like to be friends at least, if we are going to have to drive drunken friends home together with any frequency. With Jean... it could be a possibility."
Melissa stood framed in the doorway, leaning on it easily looking out. A smile graced her lips at Reane's easy banter. Jean accepted the girl for who she was. But Jean wasn't single, either, nor had she shared her bed with the girl. It was easy to accept her under those conditions. Nobody to label her a lesbian. Melissa idly wondered if Reane had told anyone about that bizarre night. Probably not. The light of the moon softly lit the front yard.
"Come on. I'll make some coffee and we can take it out to the beach," Melissa spoke with some trepidation.
Reane smiled gently and stepped back up onto the porch.
The strong aroma of the coffee drifted across the beach as the two women walked across the sand through the pooling moonlight. Their shoes were back at the house; their bare feet whispered across the white sand.
Reane sat down abruptly, working her toes into the warm sand. Melissa sat down easily beside her, leaning back on her hands. The half moon glowed silently above the waves.
"I really wanted to ask you to dance, tonight," Reane spoke softly.
Melissa turned to gaze into Reane's eyes. "I couldn't have," she spoke softly and sipped at her coffee.
There was a slight pause as Reane turned back to the ocean. "I feel... torn. It's been a long time for me, but I don't want to push you. I want to let you know how I feel, and yet I don't. I probably shouldn't have said anything. I don't want to make you feel awkward. If you are uncomfortable with anything, please just tell me. Okay? I..."I really don't know what I'm doing here at all. And I won't be offended.
"You aren't making me uncomfortable at all. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
"I didn't mind taking care of you," Reane spoke to the ocean.
Melissa took a deep breath and fought down the butterflies suddenly fluttering in her stomach. She and Steve had never shared coffee on the beach. He had never offered to talk when they walked home from Jean's. The fact was, he disliked Jean. And most of all, he'd never made her breakfast. Why had she even agreed to marry him? She had over-reacted to the bent knee approach, caught up in the moment, she supposed.
Was this over-reacting? Inviting Reane out here into her private sanctuary? Like she had with Steve? No... she had taken Steve into her bed the first night. She had refused to even think about Reane for a week. Even though the girl was likeable and had done nothing to her except offer her support, more than Jean even had.
She gently touched Reane's shoulder. Reane turned, seeing the look in Melissa's eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure. No. But I'm not drunk, I'm not high, and I'm feeling like maybe I should be here. With you. It... somehow feels right."
Reane gently leaned forward, never letting her eyes waver from Melissa, and softly kissed her.
Reane backed away and looked questioningly at Melissa. Melissa had felt the electricity of the kiss tingle through her senses as it never had with Steve. Melissa opened her eyes and gave Reane a gentle smile. Then she fell to her hands and knees and offered her lips to Reane again. This time, the kiss sent shockwaves through her system, flooding her with tingles and pleasant vibrations. She could feel her body reacting, needing comfort, needing this.
The waves lapped at the shore as the women embraced, still kissing and nervously laughing together. Melissa felt her hands touching the unfamiliar female body beside her, touching breasts, hips, and belly through Reane's light clothing. She could feel the soft sensations of her top being unbuttoned and slipping down her arms, fluttering to the sand. Her shorts and underwear slipped from her legs as she dove to catch Reane, sitting and laughing gently in the sand. Reane allowed her clothing to fall to the sand at the insistence of Melissa's fingers. Melissa shivered as her bare skin touched the girl, felt the new and different fingers lightly pinching at her swollen nipples. She felt free for the first time in a long time as the fingers teased her. A soft tongue licked playfully at her nipples, soft fingers tracing down her belly, finding her folds, teasing her as she arched against the sand. She gasped as Reane found her center with her fingers. The urgency built in her as the slender fingers circled her twice and entered her gently. She could feel the long sharp nails as they slid past her entrance. She squirmed beneath the touch, moaning quietly, wanting to kiss. Reane seemed to know exactly what to do, knew Melissa inside and out, naturally, somehow. The kiss came to her lips as another electric pulse shook her, as Reane's fingers found her swollen clitoris again. The salty air mixed with her tears as she cried out, her muscles contracting as one. She arched, feeling the fingers enter her again, filling her, the light pressure still teasing her clitoris.
She came down, satisfied and weak. She moaned and gently pushed Reane's fingers from her breasts and vagina. The girl sat back and watched Melissa as she fought her breath under control. Finally, Melissa opened her eyes and smiled at the brunette girl sitting nude beside her in the sand.
"I'm afraid that I don't..." Melissa whispered miserably.
Reane smiled gently in the darkness. "Know how to do me?" Reane finished the thought.
Melissa felt the tears stinging her eyes again. She nodded miserably.
Reane smiled gently. "It's alright, Melissa. You do know how. Just do what I did for you. We can experiment later, if you want. If it's because you don't want to, that's fine too. I can take care of myself later." There was no sense of guilt or regret in her soft musical voice.
Melissa almost cried. She couldn't remember the last lover she had had that only cared for her pleasure. She didn't think there ever had been one.
She took a deep breath, remembering the intense climax that Reane had given to her. She rolled onto her side and carefully motioned Reane to the sand. She shushed her as Reane began to softly protest.
The intensity of the tingles didn't diminish with her past climax. Melissa still felt them as she gently kissed the girl. She'd masturbated many times between loves and before she'd met Steve, so she knew at least what to do. Her fingers easily found Reane's breasts, gently rubbing the erect nipples. She kissed away Reane's gasps. She teased the girl as best she could, finding her sensitive spots as though she was born to know them. Slowly, she found where Reane wanted her, entering her, withdrawing, slowly circling the swollen clitoris at her center. Reane was very ready, very wet, gasping and pushing against the light friction of Melissa's fingertips. It didn't take Melissa long to find the rhythm of Reane's body. The brunette climaxed quickly and heavily, biting her lip as she fell over the edge. Her body arched, straining and crying out the single word, "Yessss!" across the smiling ocean.
Reane's bare body relaxed, finding her peace, hair splayed out across the white sand beneath her, her eyes still closed. Melissa kissed Reane's closed lids with a sense of regret for a life left behind and a growing excitement for a life just beginning and the eagerness of sharing. Reane smiled up at her and gently kissed Melissa's lips. Shocks.
Slowly they rose to their bare feet and walked hand in hand back to the beach house, leaving their discarded clothing forgotten in the sand.
Her eyes fluttered open with a groan as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon and warmed her face through her bedroom window. She blinked her eyes slowly, waiting for the scratchiness of sleep to fade from beneath her lids. She half expected to feel her head pounding and her stomach deep in heavy nausea. Such strange dreams, such undeniable pleasures. The soft purring that wasn't Lucifer touched softly her ear. She turned her head slowly, smiling at the gentle angelic face framed by the morning sun. Her brunette lover stirred but didn't wake.
She tried to turn over and smiled at the now familiar weight of Reane's hand cupping her breast. Gently, she lifted the small hand from her chest and slipped quietly out of bed. She watched Reane sleep for a few minutes and then gathered her running clothes.
She wondered if breakfast would be ready for her when she stepped from her shower or if she would make it this morning for Reane. The sun was greeting a new day as she stepped barefoot onto the cool sand. She glanced up at her window, thought she saw a sleepy face and a hand waving, and then set out to run until it hurt. She didn't think it would hurt nearly as much this morning. | 4 |
111,548 | Lucy's Adventures | Hello All! I'm Lucifia, your naughty little fantasy! Your midnight dream! Your sinful guilty pleasure!
I'm happily an ordinary young lady who enjoys reading Asstr stories and roleplaying. I particularly like incest and ageplay roleplays and stories, and noticed there aren't too many of them out there. So I've decided to take some of the stories I've played out over the years and post them on Asstr.org for everyone to enjoy. If you like my stories and would like to leave feedback, feel free to email me at mistress_luluAThotmail.com! Often my ideas come from roleplays, so if you have an idea that you'd like, do let me know. Many of my stories have 'happy' endings, with two major exceptions: Succubus Tales and Vicious Vicky. Obviously, my idea of happy endings differs from the next person, so do read the story tags!
Invariably, all the stories involve heavy incest, corruption, preteen sex, coercion, and plenty of dirty talk. The fucking is rough and lewd, and the language is obscene, but it's all done with love and erotic affection. Many times, there are elements of magic or fantasy involving hypnosis, corruption, and mind control. None of my stories involve pointless pain or torture, as I find that detracts from the story as a whole. Rarely, there will be rape, and it'll be mentioned specifically in the tags.
Codes: incest, beast, corruption, preteen, ahegao, coercion, dirty talk, hypnosis, demon, gangbang, orgy.
Here are some quick descriptions of what you might find here:
Lucy's Adventures is a series of RPs I'm doing with a very lovely friend and pen-pal. Initially, it was just a one-off story, but it developed into a non-linear series about Henry, a loving, inventive father, and his blonde-haired, beautiful daughter, Lucy. Accompanying them are Lucy's closest girlfriends, Tanya and Lily. Tanya tends to be more dominant and confident, modeled secretly after Emma Watson with dark brown hair. Lily is more shy and submissive, and could be anyone's big-eyed, sweet, little, adorable girl. Lucy strikes the middle ground of being sexy, outgoing, and bold without being overbearing or too meek. | 3 |
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