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This is my first story, so please be nice. Please leave comments as to how i did, and how I could improve. I plan on writing several which all depends on this one fares. Anyway here goes ï Š ï Š Hi, I’m Jake, I was born in South Africa and immigrated to Australia in 2005. I’m 22 and roughly 178cm tall. I love sport especially Rugby and use to play it quite often in my High School years. But recently due to University, I became lazy and never really participated in any sports. I’m not an overly healthy person and therefore sported a bit of a belly, but nothing major, like a beer gut or anything, but in high school I had awesome rugby body. I’m reasonably endowed, having a 19 cm, slightly thicker than average cock. Now my girlfriend Jayne, she 21 and is an absolute stunner. She had a English heritage, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes which got lighter as you moved to the outer edge of her iris. She has a perfect figure; tall (174cm), long legs, nice ass, skinny waist, nice breasts from what I could guess at the time she was a B cup, and a toned flat stomach. With her popularity I thought she already lost her virginity and I just went along with it. She was the girl that everyone stared at and then asked how she could date a guy like me. We met in 2006, in High School and started dating when I was in grade 12, me being 17, and she was in grade 11, so obviously she was a year younger at 16. We met through a friend and instantly hit it off, she loved my accent and my rugby figure that I had at the time, and I loved her bluntness and of course I fell in love with her stunning body (as most hormonal teenage boys do). But soon our friendship grew beyond that of looks and we found that we had one of those connections where our personalities were made for each other. She was able to calm me down when I got shit off at my family and friends, who sometime were just complete fucking idiots. I was able to keep her from going crazy in a family where her brother and sister, who were both several years older than her, were seen as favourites in the eyes of her mum and dad. As you would expect, I was pretty hard most of the time, with such a gorgeous creature walking around. This didn’t deter me because I kept on thinking, one day I’m gonna have my cock in her, but that day took a while. So like all teenage boys, I grabbed hold of my cock and wanked it as much as I could, this resulted in me cumming 3 to 4 times a day. As I graduated in November of 2006, and since we were dating for about 4 months, I thought that finally tonight might be the night where I finally lose my virginity; little did I know that it would be her first time as well. Anyway the graduation ceremony were, as they all are, fucking boring and we couldn’t wait until we were out of there and off to the after party to get shit faced. As we drank, and drank, and drank throughout the night, we finally reached that point where we didn’t care who was around, we were all over one another. “Get a room!!!†yelled Adam, one of my oldest mates. “Fuck off Asshole†I snapped back laughing, “but i think he might be right, we can’t do anything in front of all these people†I said to her. Laughing she said “I agree, I don’t want my first time to be in front of all these people†. I was stumped, here I thought she was already well experienced and I started getting nervous. “I think we should go to my place, I know my parents aren’t home, and if they are well, we’ll just go downstairs†she told me with that perfect smile of hers. I agreed and we made our way back to her place, catching a lift with a friend. I was so excited I was hard all the way back, which was about a 10 minute ride. Finally!!! We made it to her place; we thank him and made our way inside. We noticed her parents car outside and the first thing that went through my head was “fucking hell, how dare they spoil this for me†hahaha I looked at her and she just told me to be quiet as we worked our way into the downstairs rooms. I was still astounded that we got inside quietly when she pushed me onto a couch, locked lips with mine, straddling me. Our lips worked like only two hormonal teenagers lips could. I slowly pushed my tongue in between her lips, feeling her tongue meeting mine. As our tongues snaked over, around, and between each other’s lips, i finally worked up the courage to lift her shirt over her head. Knowing that i only had her bra and pants left to go i worked my way around her back, finding her clasp. Fuck those things, they are so difficult to get off, especially for a young teenage boy trying to get a look at his first real tits, my fingers were like play dough. I heard her sigh and she unclasped them herself. Oh my god, I had my first pair of tits right there, I kissed down her neck onto her chest, all the while feeling her messing up my hair and her softly grinding on me. As I reached her tits, the first thing I remember thinking was how soft they were. I kissed them and slowly made my way to her left nipple, as my other hand was fondling her other tit. My mouth reached her nipple, and as i sucked on it i heard a soft moan come from her. God my first moan from a girl ever, this is unreal! I picked her up, feeling her legs wrap around my waist. And as i put her on her back onto the couch she pulls my shirt off. I smile as I move my finger to her jeans, rubbing her legs my one hand makes its way up to where both legs meet. As my hand touched her pussy through the fabric she gave a load groan, i slowly and softly cup her pussy, and start moving my hand. I feel her push down onto my hand, so i decided to kiss her again, our lips meeting, my hands were now working on her jean button. I get it undone, and she lifts her hips as I pull them off only leaving her in her lace panties. As my hand rubbed her pussy again, I felt the soft, warm and wetness of her mound. I was about to pull her undies to the side to finally feel my first pussy when she grabbed my hand and stopped me. “I don’t think its fair that I’m all wet and ready and you still have your jeans on†she said looking at me, with what I could only imagine is one of those looks that pierces into your soul. I agreed and she got up as I sat on the couch. She started kissing me again, this time rubbing her hand over the bulge in my jeans. “What have we here†she said giggling. As she undid my button and zip on my jeans, I remember thinking “finally†. As she pulled my jeans off I realised that she pulled my boxers off with them, now i was the one fully naked, oh how the tables has turned. I rested my head back against the couch, and waited. As I waited for what seemed like 10 min, i thought ‘what the hell could be taking her so long’ and as i looked out into the blackness, i felt her small hand finally grab hold of my cock. OH MY GOD, i had to control myself. This is the first time someone else was holding me, and now stroking me. “wow, i knew you were bigger, but this feels so big†she said. I smiled knowing that I was just over average and it felt so good someone else saying it. “what took you so long†I asked. “ i had to take my panties off, and quickly take my pill†I smiled, thinking that maybe I’d get to fuck her without a condom, now that she’s on the pill. As she was stroking me, she reclined the leather sofa back, and jumped back on, lying sideways so that she was still staring at my cock. The next thing shocked me, I felt her soft wet tongue working around my head, i groaned, and i heard her giggling. As she licked my head and finally wrapped her lips around my head, my hand worked its way down her flat stomach. As I got to her bald pussy, I felt her hand working there already. I grabbed her hand and slowly stroke up and down her lips with both our hands, and as I did this, she lets out a moan right on my cock, that nearly sent me over the edge. My other hand pushed her head up, and as she groaned with obvious anger, i started moving my middle finger in between her pussy lips. Now I have seen enough porno’s to know that I should find her clit, and so i went exploring. This was incredible, my hand was on her pussy, her hand was stroking my cock. As my thumb reached the top of her pussy, i was happy and rather surprised to find her clit so easily. So with little knowledge, and only what I’ve seen on my porno’s, I started rubbing her clit. Was I surprised to see her reaction, she didn’t moan, she screamed. I covered her mouth with my other hand and I just kept on rubbing her clit. She eventually worked her mouth away from my hand and started sucking me again, this time moaning quite loudly onto my cock. I knew going like this I wasn’t going to last long, and I decided that now was the time for me to finger her. I worked up the courage and started pushing my middle finger into her wet pussy and it was amazing. I reached her hymen, I knew what I had to do, this is my moment hahaha in my mind I thought like I was in a movie, this is my time, my time bitches!!! Hahaha anyway, i started pushing and finally broke through, as this happened, she gave out a cry onto my cock. And then started moaning after a little while. This sent me over the edge. My cock in her mouth I started shooting my load, It wasn’t as big as some loads i’ve shot in the past but it was big enough for her first time to gag. She grabbed my hand that was working at her pussy and starting moving and grinding herself on me. She stopped sucking my cock, and as i was fingering her, my thumb playing with her clit, she moaned. I knew this wasn’t any ordinary moan, and I felt her pussy clamping onto my middle finger. She was cumming on my fingers, and it felt incredible, her pussy was so wet, yet so tight. It made me want to fuck her even more. I was satisfied for now, I made her cum, and finally cummed in her mouth. We were spent and decided we needed to catch our breath and also I needed to recover. My hand softly stroking her pussy and her hand on my cock. As we were talking I felt my cock stirring, and i felt her start to stroke me. This time I knew I was going to fuck her, so I started rubbing her clit again. When I was well hard, I felt her moving and straddled me, my hands on her hips. She let go of my cock, letting it fall to my stomach, which made me sigh. But then I felt her lower herself so that her lips were right on top of the length of my cock. It felt amazing, i have never felt anything like this, and it was the best sensation. The next thing that happened felt even better, she started grinding on my cock, I knew she was really getting into it as I heard her moaning, I grabbed her head and pulled it to me, kissing her lips. We kissed for what seemed like forever, until finally she said “I’m ready†. I was so nervous; I felt her move up onto her knees, holding her perfect body above mine. I then felt her hand grab my cock and lift it straight up, touching the head on her wet lips. I grabbed her hips and the next thing I felt, was heaven. She moved down, slowly getting all me in her, she was tight. It felt like my cock was in a vice, and she finally made it all the way down, touching her pubic bone on mine. I have never felt a sensation that was as strong as this, and i could tell that the emotions were overwhelming her too. She put her hands on my chest and as I looked at her I said “I love you†. There was no answer and i thought i blew it, but then I felt her starting to grind on me, and then heard “I love you too†in a soft faint voice. My hands on her hips I guided her hips back and forth, knowing that she was doing all the work, and knowing that she is taking this at her speed, I let it be for the moment. After a couple of minutes and lot of moaning on her part I rolled her over, grabbed her legs, and slowly pulled out. Pushing back in was the best bit I found, as she moaned again and again. I felt great, I felt invincible, but I felt all this to soon. I felt my balls tighten and I told Jayne I was going to cum. “Its okay, I want to feel it inside me†she panted. As i heard this, I moved my hand to the top of her pussy, and started to furiously rub her clit, this sent her over the edge, she was moaning loudly. I knew that if her parents were home she was going to wake them, but I didn’t care, my cock was ready to explode, and as she orgasmed again I finally came, spurt after spurt of cum, covering her pussy insides. I was spent; I collapsed on her, my cock still in her. I fell asleep as she was slowly stroking my hair, my head on her tits. I woke up to sunrise with both of us still on her sofa, but my cock must’ve fallen out at sometime during the night. I kissed her and she woke up, smiling and looking at me with those beautiful eyes. I was relieved to find out that her parents weren’t home, and after she called them we found out that they wouldn’t be back until about midday. This left us with 6 hours, so we had a shower together, me fingering her again and her stroking me until we came. We fucked twice that morning and then had to clean up the mess we made on the sofa. That was the best night of my life. Thanks for reading, more stories to come, if you guys like it ï Š let me know, or even send me a message in the forums.
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Note: There is not much sexual content in this part but there will be later on. I love stories that have a plot to them. Most characters have not had much physical descriptions to them yet and for that I am sorry. Please help me out in the comment on then and please tell me what you think! This is my first time writing a story like this, but I like it so far and have the next part in Progress. Sorry for any issues in the writing like misspellings. --------------------- Sam is 16, 6'2'' about 140 pounds. Very skinny for his height but does have some muscle. He is kind of a nerd, actually he is a big nerd. He is really good with computers and play tons of games. People who have met him know he's a nerd but he doesn't look like it. He was the best 200 runner in the middle school track team and has only gotten faster. He is an exceptionally smart teen and very nice. ****** Sam I try to open my eyes. My ears are ringing. I hear screaming. My vision is blurry. It takes awhile for my vision to adjust. I’m still in Ms. Davis' classroom. It takes awhile for me to find Mr. Davis. She is helping another student out of some rubble. That's when I notice that there is a piece of wreckage on my left leg. I attempt to push it off but my right bicep stings. I'm pretty sure that it got hit with a pipe because its swelling in a line and a pipe laying next to my arm. I'm finally able to stand up and the ringing in my ears finally go away. I think there must of been some type of explosion in the room over because of the hole in the wall. I start to walk over to Ms. Davis to see if she needs help, but everyone including me stops when there was a high pitched screech and scratching at the door. OK I think no is a good time to explain what I think is happening. OK, so about a month ago there was sightings in 3rd world countries for "Zombies". Sightings became more and more. Then they made there way to the us. The government was smart about it, they shut down all major airlines. All news shortly after shut down because no one wanted to hear about it. Schools were kept in session in most state like mine, because they didn't think it would spread with the airlines down. I guess they were wrong. Well back to reality, the scratching on the door stopped but it only led to screaming in other rooms witch is probably not very good. I start to walk back to were I came to because I have a feeling I might need that pipe if worse comes to worse. As i'm bending down to pick it up I here either the teacher or another student scream my name. The pipe is in my hand as I look up, I see several students and the teacher pointing behind me. I just now realized that the giant hole in the wall was right behind me. I don't even turn my head around. I take the pipe and swivel on my feet holding the pipe. Putting my full body into the swing. Contact was made right when I thought it would. The person or thing I hit skull just exploded due to the force of my swing. I could tell that who ever it was I hit was a "Zombie" because their arm was missing before I hit them in the skull. I look up to see that there is no more people running this way. I turn around to see everyone who is conscious staring at me. I use this opportunity to say "I have a feeling that's not the only one of those things in here so we should leave." Most of them don't need to be told twice. Turns out there was a little under 10 people that were conscious, I think it is 8 or 9. It didn't take to long to get out side, we didn't run into anymore of those things. Once out side we decided to regroup on the field. At the field we decided to take a head count. There were 8 of us including me. Mary, Susan, Emily, Amy, Jeff, Carter, Me, and Ms. Davis. We were all in pretty good shape, only a few scrapes and a few in shock. As I look around I notice that most of the city is in chaos. "What are we going to do?" asked Ms. Davis. I should tell you about Ms. Davis now, she is 29 and here second year teaching. You can't really tell what her body is like because she always wears very baggy clothes. I think she has 38DD breasts but its hard to tell. She lives in the next town over though. She turned towards me. "Why are you looking at me?" I returned. "Well your the only one doing anything." she said. "What about Jeff or Carter?" I asked. "Leave us out of this!" They said almost at the same time. "OK then what am I supposed to do?" I said angrily. "Help us out of this!" several of them said together. "OK we need a place to hold out for about a week while most of the chaos dies down." I said starting to think. "Wait, so this is not going to end soon?" asked Amy. "No i'm afraid this is the apocalypse or something like it." I replied. "We could go to wally world." said Jeff. "No there would be tons of people there." I replied "We could go to a for sale house." said Susan. "That's actually a really good idea. Any one know a good one?" I asked "I do its near Wally World though, but its Big enough for the 8 of us." said Amy "Well lets go." I Urged. After about 2 miles we reached the right house. I decided we should get some food and supplies for the next 1 or 2 weeks. Jeff, Carter, and I went over to Wally World. ****** Amy "What do you think their getting beside food?" I asked. "Hopefully some clothes." Susan said, "I don't want to be stuck in these for 2 weeks." "I don't think that they know my bra size though." Emily said grabbing her 36B breasts. She's all ways saying stuff like this. "Or what color of panties I like." I said laughing, while grabbing the sides of them. Most of us burst into laughter. "Come on girls lets not get inappropriate." Said Ms. Davis, even though she was laughing with us. "Were just trying to lighten the mood. I mean really." I replied. "Well I have to go to the restroom. I'll be back in a bit." I really don't have to go to the bathroom, but I'm supper horny. I don't know why, there is an Apocalypse going on and I may never see anyone I love again but yet I'm soaking through my panties. When I'm in the bathroom I almost rip off my panties but I don't because it could be my only pair for a while. I start to rub my clitoris its already as hard as it will get. I let out a soft moan. I started rubbing it in a circle letting out soft moans. I move lower and start rubbing my vagina, then slip a finger in letting out a louder moan. I'm trying to be as quit as I can so the other girls don't hear me. I start pumping my finger in and out of my dripping wet pussy softly moaning as I go. I've broke my hymen long ago with my mothers dildo. As I reach my orgasm I stick my pinky finger inside my butt-hole witch sends me off the edge almost falling off the toilet as I do. Normally anal doesn't do anything for me but I recently learned that trick and I've had some of the best orgasms I've ever had doing it. As I'm finishing up I hear a scream come from were the girls are, so I rush out to them. I'm standing in the hallway as I see a man on the floor holding Mary down witch is the first time she's really done anything but now she's just balling her head off as the guy unzipped his pants and let out his penis and is now ripping off Mary's shirt and bra. Then I see the other two girls trapped in a corner by 3 other guys with their penis half hard as they start to rip off the girls clothes. Then there's me standing in the hallway stunned as my friends and 4th hour teacher are about to get raped. ****** Sam Jeff, Carter, and I where walking slowly back to the house making sure not to be noticed by any one or thing. Nearing the house we see 4 guys open the door to our house one of them with a pistol in his hands and the others have planks with, what it looks like spikes in the top. Us, well we did "pick" up some things at the store, witch by the way was a crazy panic. Jeff found him self a metal baseball bat. Carter got a machete and an small hatchet.(He was pretty luck with that machete.) I got the best melee weapon you could get in an Apocalypse, witch is a crowbar. After they entered the house we started to run, witch is hard to do holding a shopping cart. (yeah we actually got a lot of stuff.) We were a little over a block when they got in. We stopped on the porch and got are weapons ready. All of us were nervous but we mostly know where they are because Carter looked in the window. The plan was, I run in first (Yippy) get the guy trying to rape Mary. Then Jeff and Carter will run in and we'll each take of of the 3 trapping Susan and Ms. Davis. "3...2....1...Go" whispered Jeff. I run in tackle the guy off of Mary then pound his head in with the crowbar several times until he's knocked out. Jeff and Carter ran in after me and Took on the other 3 guys. I jump up off of the guy I knocked out but they were all dead or knocked out by Carter and Jeff already. I guess Susan and Ms. Davis kicked 2 of them in the balls when I tackled that one guy, Carter guy one guys neck really badly killing him and Jeff hit the other who was kicked hard enough in the head to break his skull and dent the bat but killed the guy. Jeff knocked the other guy out while he was stunned trying to put his hardened dick in his pants. "Are you guys ok?" I asked. "Just a little shocked." Mary choked out, witch surprised me being that she was in shock since the school. That's when I noticed that Susan, Mary, and Ms.Davis were all naked trying to hide their vagina's mostly. "Carter and Jeff take those guys to the back before you poke a hole in your pants." I said as I went to get the cart. Carter and Jeff quickly dragged two of the bodies each as fast as they could blushing the whole way trying to hide their pants, dodging Amy as she stood shocked in the hallway. "Who wants some Clothes?" I asked wheeling the cart inside pulling out some of the clothed we "got" for them. We actually had 2 carts one of food and one of other stuff. We looked retarded running here, Me in the middle holding both carts slowly behind Jeff and Carter. "Me!" the 3 girls said almost at the same time jumping up forgetting they were naked, running to me for clothes. "You know I could charge you for these. I mean we did have to go get them." I said. "Shut up Sam! You already get to see us naked." Mary said to me playfully. "Yeah Sam! I think your the one putting a hole in your pants!" said Susan giggling looking at my crotch. "Well don't worry I have extras." I replied with a stupid grin and a wink. "Not enough extras I would say you have 6 to 7 inches." Ms. Davis said grinning as she put on some panties grinning at my bulged. All three of them laughed. "And I would say all three of you should dry your new panties." I said glancing at their wet panties witch looked like they were getting wetter. they all quickly put on pants before bras. "Well I think I won that!" After they put on most their new clothed most of them still blushing badly and nipping worse Susan said "Well not quite 26C but it will work for now." I noticed Jeff trying to snap Amy out of her shock and I think Carter is still out side. "Well I hope you girls are not to horny to eat." I said bringing the next cart in. Thanks Again for reading! Most Feedback helps!
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Note: This is only my second story. This is a plot induced story, if you just want sex your out of luck here. There is sexual actions though but they are near the bottom of each chapter/part. Sorry for any grammar or spelling issues. Please Help me out with the story by submitting feedback and ideas. The next story might be a long wait it might not I don't now yet. Thanks ****** Mary OK, for the record that was scary as shit. I was in shock until the guys came in here and tried to rape us. I just couldn't rap my head over the fact that this was the Apocalypse. Well anyways, after we got done eating Sam volunteered himself to get rid of the bodies that were in the back. A couple minutes later he came back covered in blood and said something about hitting them in the wrong spot and getting drenched in blood. "The shower is up stairs." Carter said to Sam. "Thanks, after I'm done you guys should too, we don't know how long we will have running water." Sam replied As he went to take a shower Jeff and Carter went to the back yard to sit. "Are you sure it's safe?" Ms. Davis asked "We are fine, there is a 5 foot wooden fence around the backyard." replied Carter "OK then." she said as they walked out. After the boys all left the room we started chatting. "I could of helped you guys." Amy said sadly. "No I bet it would of been harder for the guys to save us if you were here too." Susan replied. "I still can't believe that guy almost put his dick in me." I said "It was a big turn off for me, The guy going for me had a 4 incher." Ms. Davis said with a laugh. "Sam's sure didn't turn you off." Amy said starting to smile. "I've got to admit it look like he was hiding a pretty nice one in there." She replied back grinning. "What I would give to have his in me." Amy said to her self, but not quite enough for Susan to hear. "What did you say Amy? Something about having a little crush on Sam." Susan said. "Hey! You three do you! All your panties were soaked as he looked at your naked bodies." Amy said almost laughing at them. "At least we weren't masturbating in the bathroom about him!" I said. "Hey! That's too far!" Amy said pushing me off the chair I was sitting on. Pinning me by sitting on my stomach and holding my arms just like the guy trying to rape me did. "What Are you trying to do? Rape me like that guy!" I said laughing. The other girls just sat there giggling. "Maybe I will!" Amy said pushing my arms down harder. I struggled for a couple minutes the three girls laughing at me until Sam said something from the hallway. "Better not rip her clothes Amy, Those were hard to get." "Oh don't worry Sam she'll gladly take them off now that your here." she said laughing with the other girls. "At least I don't master-----" I was cut off as she stuck her hand over my mouth. "Well I think its time we unpack all the clothes and supplies we got." he said shrugging off what I was trying to say. As he started sorting out all the clothes. Amy finally got off of me and I could sit back down as we watched Sam sort the clothes. "What, are you trying to make us were sexy clothes?" Susan asked as she held up a very thin sexy red thong. "Hey it's not my fault we threw in all the clothed we could, girls and guys." he said holding up a very small speedo. "Amy would like you wearing that." I whispered so only Ms. Davis who was sitting next to me could hear. "Honestly I think we all would." she Replied just as quietly with a little giggle, witch made me laugh too. "Some one passing secrets over there?" Amy asked glaring right at me. "OK, ladies if you can't control your self you should go and sit with Jeff and Carter." Sam said going back to his sorting. Susan was the one that got up and went out to sit with Jeff and Carter. ****** Jeff It's not very hard to tell that the girls are falling for Sam. I mean me and Carter haven't really done anything like he has. That's not really the point though, Sam told us that we need to take the girls off his hand because he's survived this long flirting with the girls with wits and jokes. It surprised me a lot when Susan came out to it. "Were is Carter at?" Susan asked. That's what I forgot to tell you. Carter had some kind of break down and hopped the fence. It really freaked me out but he brought his machete so he should be fine if he runs into any things out there. It took me a bit to tell Susan that. "I hope he come's back soon." she Said. "Yeah, me too. So why did you decide to come sit out here?" I asked. She told me about how the girls a flirting with Sam again. "Figures." I replied. "Hey what that in your back pocket." pointing toward her jean shorts. "Oh just some thongs." she said pulling them out and stretching them, witch made me Blush. "Don't worry Jeff I won't put them on right here." Ok pause for a moment. I'm not really like Sam, I don't have any witty comments to make. She was flirting with me and I didn't know what to do. I've always liked Susan because she was funny, and had a almost perfect body, with flowing red blonde hair. Don't let the blonde fool you, she was a A+ student one of the best in the school. She had a nice round, firm ass. Then there is me. 5 foot 10, pretty much the same build as Sam but with more muscle. I was a nerd like Sam, heck Sam, Carter and I would have gaming marathons every once and a while. Susan was a popular girl though and never dated anyone she deemed unworthy. After she said she wouldn't put them on that just got me hard and She was just glaring at it. "Sorry." she said. It took me a second or to but I thought of a stupid joke to say "It's OK it will go away in the shower." she laughed. "I'm next in shower!" yelled Amy running up the stairs. "No it's me!" Mary yelled chasing her. "Well looks like your not getting to use the shower." she said with a giggle. "How about I help." She said the last part with a grin. Using her beautiful blue eyes to full effect. I was just sitting there stunned. She reached and pulled my pants down making my dick pop strait up. She let out a soft moan seeing it. She brought her head down and started licking the head slowly. I was still sitting there stunned as this sexy girl in my class was licking my dick. She finally brought her lips to the top and sucked a little on my head. With out warning she deepthroated my whole 5 and a half inches of man, witch almost make me cum right there. "That almost made me cum right away." I said. That just made her do it twice more. On the third time she brought her eyes and stared at me while doing it. At the bottom he eyes went strait up in pleasure witch sent me off the edge. I cummed deep within her throat. Drop after drop she milked me dry. After she was finished she licked her lips, pulled my pants back up and sat next to me. "Whoa, were did you learn to blowjob like that?" I asked "My mom got me a dildo last year for my 16th birthday and said use it instead of a guy, so I practiced a lot." she replied. After sitting there a few minutes we herd a gun shot come from one of the neighboring lawns. I hope that wasn't Carter I thought as we walked back in. and locked the door be hind us.
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2010-05-05 Amanda sat alone in the real estate office's reception area. Most of the Realtors were off at lunch. Her being the newest in the office and basically still in training was 'volunteered' day in and day out to sit her lunch at the phones. She had eagerly anticipated this profession. Her only thought was finding the 'perfect' home for a family to be happy in the rest of their lives, like she had been before the tragic fire had taken her parents. A slight twenty three year old graduate of the nearest college extension program, she was interning until her required 'on job' hours were exhausted. Unfortunately, her little hometown had but this one realty office, and the local viewpoint was different from her own. Payment by commission, get as much as you can, hide the little faults. She tossed her dark hair slightly, looking at the quiet phones with an accusatory stare and really wondered where else she could go on her limited income. She shielded her soft blue eyes as the door opened to the noon day sun. She assumed it was the other gaggle of Realtors returning from lunch, but when the door shut, one woman stood there. She appeared to be in her late thirties, early forties and was dressed impeccably, far too fashionable for this part of the country. She drew off her sunglasses and blinked a few times as well. Not truly a slim woman, but definitely couldn't be considered plump. Her hair was a deep chestnut and her rather striking amber eyes seemed to glow. She strode forward and stood in front of Amanda's desk. "I need to talk to someone about purchasing a house." Amanda looked around the office and then realized the only one that would possibly take this woman seriously would be her boss, a man who's version of grovel was far in it's advanced stages. "One moment, Miss...?" Amanda was lifting the receiver to buzz her superior. "Ms. Kathleen." The woman turned politely away and was surveying the office as Amanda spoke rapidly into the phone. "Come with me, please," Amanda stood and led the woman back to her boss' office. As she showed her in, Ms. Kathleen looked at her and said, "Stay here." Amanda shrugged and sat in the chair by the door, listening. "I need a house." Ms. Kathleen started. She put so much emphasis on the words, Amanda felt there might be something more behind it, although she was sure that her boss had completely missed the inflection. Sure enough the man launched into a happy bouncy tirade of one that knew a sale would occur. "Well Miss, you've come to the right place you have. No place else to find a house but from a realtor's office, and we're the best in town." Amanda thought wryly, 'the only one in town'. "We may be a small town, but we have some excellent architectural examples here." "I am hoping to find what I need already built, rather than having it built, but if it's near enough, I will agree to it and handle the additions later." Ms. Kathleen's voice was still soft, but the mere impact of her words spoke of money to spend. "Well, let's start with what you're looking for, shall we?" The realtor briskly rubbed his hands together before pulling out several forms in front of him. "What kind of house are you looking for? How many bedrooms?" Ms. Kathleen stretched slightly then, moving almost catlike before resting her chin on her fingers and staring at him. "Privacy is tantamount." "Of course," He had dealt with this before, not from a quiet woman like this. "Not just the house, all details and how I conduct business with you is not to be discussed, by both of you. Is that understood?" Her gaze was unfailing upon him. He coughed then and broke the stare down, glancing down at his papers. "Of course, Miss." "Very well then, privacy. Preferably upon an acre of land, secluded. It does not have to be fenced. A two to four bedroom, with the master bath having a large tub. I would need an additional guest bath. I like the idea of a basement, finished with a den and an additional unfinished room. Another bathroom there would be perfect." "Oh..hmm, well there is a place I know about...but it's far outside of town. Now before you start, I know you said seclusion and privacy, but this is entirely unaccessible when the snow flies." The realtor risked a glance up. "Show it to me," Ms. Kathleen's fingers had tightened on her purse. "AMANDA!" Amanda jumped up from her seat. "Yes, Sir?" The drive out to the house was quiet, which soothed this bizarre woman to no end. Amanda felt as if any conversation would be an intrusion upon this woman's thoughts. She did keep watch out of the corner of her eye, taking in the nervous gripping of the expensive purse by the well manicured and bejeweled fingers and the quiet appraisal of the town as they edged outwards towards the house. As the pulled into the long drive to the house, it appeared as though the property had been neglected for some time. There was trash all over the place, and the landscaping had been overrun with weeds. Amanda looked around shaking her head, wondering once more why the boss had suggested this place. But as they pulled in front of the rancher, Ms. Kathleen became quite animated, yanking the door open before Amanda had completely stopped, and hopping out, gazing at the place. Amanda struggled to keep up, fumbling with the keys momentarily before finding the right one. She opened the door and was practically pushed aside as Ms. Kathleen walked in, instantly searching around the interior. Finally she spoke. "Lights! Do you have a floor plan?" The excitement was contagious and Amanda flicked the nearest light switch. The dark mahogany detailed floor tiles leading to the sunken living room gleamed as though never forgotten and Ms. Kathleen practically laughed in delight. "Floor plan..now now NOW!" Amanda yanked the paperwork from her tote and shoved it quickly at this unusual woman. "This is an older house, but has some nice sized rooms. This door to your right is to a larger than normal den, but it could be changed to a bedroom." With a yelp, the woman grabbed the floor plan and went from room to room checking each detail. Amanda followed quietly after her, and was genuinely surprised to see her pull out a tape measure at one point. Ms. Kathleen stopped at the basement stairs and took a deep breathe before giggling nervously and heading down them. "Laundry area and family room. There was some nice storage places as well there, but they are unfinished and locked off. There is an old fruit cellar door on the outside of the house, leading down to there if you need the area." Amanda called down as she made her way after Ms. Kathleen. She heard a large crack and scurried down the stairs quickly. Ms. Kathleen had somehow managed to get the lock off the door blocking the storage section and was peering through the dark. She looked back at Amanda with the face of a small child discovering a playground. "No lights in here right? Do you have the key to the other door?" Amanda didn't even bother to ask how she had managed to get the one lock off, but rifled through the keys she did have to locate the other key. She held it up in triumph and heard a quick "Well go open it, dear!" from the woman who had ventured into the darkness. Amanda shook her head with confusion, but a small smile played across her lips. She exited the front door and made her way around the side of the house where the aged door was placed. After carefully unlocking the bolt there, the doors were a tad heavy but creaked open. Sunlight flooded into the basement and there was Ms. Kathleen already in the middle of the storage area, covered from head to toe with cobwebs. As the light filtered through the flying dust, she glanced up at Amanda with a huge smile. "I'll take it." Ms. Kathleen cried out, and swung her arms around stirring up more dust. "Are you sure, Ma'am? I'm sure there are more suitable houses for you that are nearer to town. This is such an old fixer upper..I can't imagine why he said to show this to you." Amanda was sure that this couldn't be what Ms. Kathleen was looking for. "Nope, this is the one, dear. Go fetch the paperwork. Oh, and," Ms. Kathleen chuckled, "make sure you bring back the bank information for a wire transfer." Amanda had been back to the house several times with different forms of paperwork. Each time there seemed to be some improvement made, although there never seemed to be anyone about. Today though was a different story. She had called Ms. Kathleen in advance, notifying her as usual of her impending visit. She had the final deeds prepared. Ms. Kathleen had managed to shock her and her boss at the same time when she insisted on purchasing the house out right. As she drove her car along the country road, she recalled the many rumors that had been flying in town about the activity out here. The many different orders that had come rapidly through the local lumber yard and hardware stores, as well the late night delivery vans from as far away as Los Angeles. Some local carpenters had ventured out this way, hoping to find work, but were politely denied. Her breath caught as she pulled into the drive, noticing a huge earth mover to one side and the pile of debris from the weeds and junk that had gathered there over the years of neglect. There were several men working the yard with trowels and what appeared to be grass seed. Another truck was parked nearby with some large mature trees in buckets. Ms. Kathleen had definitely a no limit budget as for cleaning this place up. She pulled up to the front of the house and smiled. There were even men painting the exterior of the house. As she got out, she noticed that the basement doors were open on the side of the house. But as her car door shut, the doors came down with a bang. She looked oddly at the side of the house, but then made her way to the front door. Ms. Kathleen was out of breath and laughing as she answered the bell's summons. "Hello Amanda. C'mon in. It's almost done." Amanda made her way into the house, astounded at the transformations within the last month. The sunken in living room now contained two plush couches arranged together in an intimate setting with a large coffee table between them. The fireplace had been remasoned and now opened out into the kitchen. She was led into the den and was pleased to see that this was one room that was completely finished. Ms. Kathleen had bookshelves all around the room and a large desk positioned with two chairs before it. Ms. Kathleen sat down behind the desk and moved the mouse of her computer stopping the odd screen saver from rolling. "So what have you brought me today?" Amanda settled comfortably in one of the chairs, and propped up her new briefcase in the other chair. After Ms. Kathleen's sizable commission to her office, her boss had eked out a small bonus. No longer a totebag to carry important papers. She drew out the deed and a checklist. "This is for you." She handed over the Deed for Ms. Kathleen's perusal. "And the checklist we forgot a month ago. May we go over it now while you check that over?" Ms. Kathleen waved her hand and continued reading. "Okay, you already have your electricity and phones hooked up. Water seems to be running fine. Refuse has been picked up?" Ms. Kathleen nodded as she read. "Yep, currently have it as a daily service. It will probably drop down to once a week at the end of this month." "Right, ok. You seem to have found the local services just fine." "I sign here?" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a line. "Yes Ma'am," Amanda crossed off the checklist and signed it, setting it back in her briefcase and smiled politely across the desk. "I admire the fine work you've done restoring this place." Ms. Kathleen's eyes swept up from the papers and a secretive smile played at her lips. "Yes, things have gone rather smoothly. There is still much left to do, but I imagine that by Autumn, my house should be ready for a house warming party." Amanda thought quickly, remembering the condition of the house until now, and wondered what still needed to be done. But before she could voice her confusion, the door leading to the outer hall was opened and a man stepped in carrying a pitcher of pink lemonade with two glasses full of ice. He was a very attractive man, appearing to just out of the shower, the water still dewing on his unconcealed tanned shoulders. Ms. Kathleen turned slightly to the disturbance and smiled. She ran a painted nail down the man's arm. "Ah, Mitchell..what a lovely thought. Such a good boy. Would you care for a drink, Amanda?" Amanda had watched the little exchange with interest and barely found her voice. "Yes, please." The man carefully poured the two glasses and seemed to just slip away. Ms. Kathleen finally finished reviewing the deeds and signed her name with a flourish. "I think that does it! Good thing too, I've been so happy with my choice of this house." Amanda signed as a witness and tucked the documents away. She lifted the lemonade glass in a paltry toast. "To your new home, Ms. Kathleen." "Oh yes!" Ms. Kathleen clinked the glass and then laughed merrily. Amanda smiled once more. The awkwardness of the previous moment passed. "Do you have a few moments to spare me?" Ms. Kathleen had leaned back in her chair and was eyeing Amanda lazily. "Sure. I'm not due back until after lunch." Amanda sipped her lemonade quietly. "Are you happy in your job?" The bluntness of the question almost made Amanda choke, but she recovered and lifted her blue eyes toward the waiting woman's face. She smiled, but her eyes lowered. "It's what I'm trained to do." The forced happiness in her voice came out all wrong. Sarcasm was easily detected. "Know anything about computers, like office manager skills?" Ms. Kathleen drank a large swallow of lemonade, watching the girl before her. "Well, yes. That was part of the training." Amanda paused as the door opened once again to admit another man, this one a bit older who went directly to Ms. Kathleen and leaned to whisper in her ear. With a curt nod to the man, she rose and downed the rest of her drink. "We'll have to continue this discussion another time. I have a worker who is being lazy." Amanda stood, extending her hand. "Of course. Thank you again and enjoy your new home!" Ms. Kathleen shook the hand warmly and then made a beeline out the side door. Amanda shrugged and set the lemonade glass down. As she gathered her briefcase and made her way to the door, a sharp crack drew her head around. She shrugged and continued out. Kathleen coiled the whip looking down at Brandon. "I don't want excuses. I want the job done. How dare you choose THAT particular moment to act up," She left the low bench and hung the whip back up against the warm stained wood shelves. Mitchell arrived to one side and whispered softly, "She's gone, Mistress." "Dammit!" Kathleen flexed a crop, looking down at the errant slave that had caused the brevity of her prying interview. Brandon was one of the slaves that thought it was all pain and pleasure and no obedience. He had been in trouble time and time again. He was also a very good plumber, which for Kathleen's purpose made him non-expendable at the moment. Brandon let out a soft whimper and then whispered hoarsely, "Mistress, I've missed you.." The crop came down on the back of his thighs and he let out a yelp. "As I've already explained, several times now Brandon, the work MUST be done. I will NOT be as lenient in the future when asking fellow Dommes for their best workers." Kathleen set down the crop and nodded to Mitchell. Mitchell released Brandon of his restraints. He stepped back and then turned to finish his own tasks upstairs. Kathleen grasped Brandon's hair and pulled him down to the room that he had been assigned. "You know what I want. I gave you explicit details of the grotto. I also stated that the plumbing needed to be done so that I don't have to be worried about pipes freezing over in six months in the dead of winter. For you, a master plumber, it should be no big deal. So why with everyone else keeping on deadline, you are slacking off?" Kathleen looked around the dusty interior of the room she had chosen to be the grotto. It was going to be gorgeous when finished. A lovely HUGE hot tub with boulders surrounding it. Right now though it was just a mess. The electricians had completed their part, including the soft recessed lighting even within several boulders that would be underwater. She missed Frik and Frak(as their Mistress' had named them) but they obviously wanted to please her and return to her side immediately for they set to work on their duties quickly and quietly. Brandon looked petulant but then nodded. "I've been delinquent in my duties. I understand the discipline that you've given me." Kathleen looked sharply at the man on the floor beside her. His eyes told her most of the story though. He was still in training with a very good friend of hers. Kathleen knew that her friend wasn't into obedience as she was into it for the dominating sex. She should have realized this one wouldn't understand. But Dammit, that Amanda. Kathleen nodded and said curtly, "Back to work." She left Brandon and continued back up to her office to mull over Amanda. Kathleen had gotten vague impressions that Amanda may very well be a switch, but unrealized. She was definitely submissive when it came to getting her work done, but she had watched her over the last month with surprising efficiency when it came to that dullard of a man she worked for. Now as she relaxed at her desk, she thought over possible scenarios as she flipped through the remaining work to be done. She needed a secretary. She had always hated paperwork. She needed Amanda. But would Amanda be willing to come work with her? It was the middle of September when Amanda received a heavily inscribed invitation in her personal mail. She tossed the usual ads aside(although that cheap pizza sounded pretty good, her budget would never allow it) and carefully opened the ivory envelope. It was an invitation to Ms. Kathleen's house warming. How nice! Amanda thought back a couple of months and remembered the lovely lady and the house that she was renovating. Amanda thought about the coming winter and being stuck all alone out there and then shrugged. Some folks like seclusion. Uh oh. It stated that it was formal. Amanda laughed softly to herself and looked around her small apartment. Far cry from being vogue, but it suited her life. She had lived so frugally, barely touching the money from her parents life insurance. Oh sure, she had dipped into it to get her education and her car, but most of it was still socked away in savings and a couple of certificates of deposit. Just once she would really indulge. She laughed brightly. There weren't too many extravagant stores in her little town, but if there were going to be locals there, she wanted to make the best impression that she could. She would ask for the day off! She would go shopping and then she would have the full day off to rest and prepare. But as she went into the office the next day, her boss had received an invitation as well and refused to give her the time off. As she fretted, she calmed herself down with the knowledge that she would still be able to go shopping on Saturday before the party. *~* "One more store," Amanda said quietly to herself. She had been disenchanted with the dresses available to her at the more upper class stores in the local mall. The formal dresses they offered seemed like bridesmaid clothes, or matronly women's wear. She spotted a leather goods store and paused. Amanda had seen some very lovely full leather dresses work for a formal occasion and she decided to peek in and see what they had. The scent that assailed her as she entered the store was overwhelming, but brought a smile to her face. A man about her own age came up to her. "Can I help you Ma'am?" Amanda smiled at the 'Ma'am' and then looked around. "I'm looking for a dress to wear for a special event." "Yes Ma'am. Of course." He drew her to the back of the store, beyond the jackets and accessories to where a full display of rather interesting looking dresses were hanging. He paused and looked at her and then nodding, pulling a black leather dress from the racks. It looked way too short and was sleeveless, but he propelled her to the changing room. "Try this one on." In the cubicle, Amanda stared at the dress, inhaling the rich smell of leather and sighed. Well why not? She wanted to make an impression on people and this would definitely do it. She slipped out of her clothes and slid the leather dress on, noting that she wouldn't be able to wear regular undergarments with it. She peered at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. WOW! Was this too sexy to wear to a house warming? Amanda shrugged. Oh what the hell? It was once and she would probably never wear it again. She slid it off once more and struggled into her regular clothes before venturing out of the dressing room. The salesman was there waiting and she lay the dress over his arm. "I'll take it." Shoes..she had. But where to get undergarments that would be appropriate? As she paid the extraordinary amount for the dress(gulping..it was once in a lifetime) she spied a lingerie shop that she usually avoided for a more practical lifestyle. Today though... Amanda held the dress wrapped in tissue and plastic and ran across the street to the store. Her Saturday was almost gone and she still had house chores to do before she got ready for the party. The girls at the counter looked up at her entrance and blinked. They both appeared to be high school kids, but as Amanda walked closer, she noticed a wedding ring on one and the slight hint of grey hairs in the other. "Hi there. Can we help you?" They both straightened up as if they were siamese twins, their movements were smooth and together. "I need something to wear under a dress I just purchased. I don't think what I normally wear as undergarments would be appropriate." Amanda held up the dress bag as if in explanation. The girls both ooh and awed over the bag and then gently pulled the leather dress out, nodding. "Yes Ma'am of course," One went one way while the other went to the other side of the shop. Amanda watched in bemused silence but was rather shocked with what they returned with. The one held a garter belt and stockings, while the other held out a bustier, but it was cupless, more like an old fashioned corset. "I couldn't..." Amanda started. The one girl shook her head. "You really don't need any support with this dress and your figure is lovely. As for the garter belt..well pantyhose wouldn't work in this case..you'd have a problem with static build up." "I think we got the right sizes too, you may want to check." The other girl spoke up, as she smiled at Amanda. Amanda felt the warm feeling of a blush rising against her neck and face and nodded. "No, I'm sure these will do," she was extremely embarrassed because they both seemed to be so well informed and were looking up and down at her appraisingly. Amanda quickly paid and rushed out of the store into the mid afternoon sunshine once more, shakily breathing in and out. Amanda thought to herself again, "Oh hell, it's just for one night. I can do this." *~* It was just after five in the evening when she finally got back to her apartment. She had her grocery shopping finished and had found a rather tasteful bottle of wine for a housewarming gift. She decided to procrastinate on her laundry for one day. She put away her groceries and then Amanda stepped into her bedroom and carefully laid out her clothing purchases. How had she ever gotten the courage to purchase such interesting clothes? She fingered the silk of the lingerie and deeply breathed in the smell of the leather once more. The phone rang, it's bell breaking the intensity of the moment. Amanda looked at the phone incredulously..she hardly ever got calls, and today of all days. She picked it up and said a soft hello, only to hear laughter, hearty female laughter on the other end. "Amanda! Hello dear! It's Kathleen. Just calling to let you know when the car will be around to pick you up." "Oh..um ok," Amanda started. "That's very generous of you. I can drive myself if you need to use it for other purposes." The laughter once again, light and airy but so full. "No dear..it's fine. The driver is on loan to me and I'm taking full advantage of him. So is 7 a good time?" "Yes Ma'am," Amanda said quietly. "Good girl!" The quick response came. "Can't wait to see you again tonight! I've missed you!" And the phone went dead. Amanda took a quick look at the clock and dashed to her bathroom, dislodging clothing as she went. After a luxurious bath, Amanda had dried her hair feverishly and then set curlers into it. She had always worn very little makeup, so her primping consisted of choosing her perfume and eyeliner to match the outfit. As the curlers came out, her hair hung softly framing her face. Amanda stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the clothing once more. She slid on the bustier and the garter belt, thoughtfully slipping on the stockings and snapping them into place. As she turned back to the bed to collect the dress, she caught a view of herself in the mirror. She paused and felt the flush covering her watching her skin tinting a soft pink and her nipples hardening above the bustier. "WOW" Amanda knew that she had a half way appropriate figure for her height, yet the view she saw especially with the bustier drawing it into a more hour glass shape. She was very awed. Just as she started to wiggle into the leather dress, she realized that she had forgotten underpants. She laughed as the leather covered her face, her arms straight up in the air. Now was not the time to worry about this, dammit, she was going to be sexy and slinky and vogue this evening. One thing she had from her mother that didn't get destroyed in the fire was a lovely gossamer shawl. Her parents had attended a late night party and the shawl was left in the car in their haste to get to sleep. The chill of the evening must have made them crank up the old heating system. The cause of the fire was never disputed. Now she flung it over her shoulders. They were too bare for the Autumn air. As she checked her appearance once more and stepped into her shoes, the doorbell chimed. With a quick glance at her wristwatch, she scooped her bag and the festively decorated bottle of wine and made her way to the door. A tall mildly attractive man stood there dressed as a chauffeur, complete with a cap. "Good evening, Miss Amanda. My name is Sean and I'll be driving you this evening." Even with the droll statement he delivered, his eyes appraised her quickly and then motioned to the limousine. Long sleek and black and as the door was opened, Amanda left her paltry life behind and felt as she had stepped into a dream. The house was amazing. Ms. Kathleen was suspiciously absent from the crowd of revelers as Amanda waded through. She noted each addition to the main living area and smiled because she had seen the full transformation. As the car had driven up the drive, she glowed as she noted the now complete landscaping. The trees were planted and within a year would provide some lovely shade to the front of the house. Some bushes lined the drive and provided a unique divider to the now lush lawn that was meticulously manicured. Now though as she walked through the interior, making small talk and smiling indulgently, she suddenly felt out of place. She placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter, smiling to the man who had once served lemonade to her and made her way back into the living room. "Come in!" Ms. Kathleen was growling at the computer, feverishly typing up one final report of the plumber's behavior with insistent suggestions of further training. Her eyes raised as Mitchell walked in, noting that his very tight uniform was showing more than she expected. "You are missing your party, Mistress." Mitchell voice was edged with excitement and she stood suddenly and walked over to him, grasping his arousal through his trousers. "What has you all worked up, hmm?" She manipulated his strong throbbing cock against the zipper, tugging a bit too tightly, making him gasp. "She's here, Mistress," Mitchell's eyes had closed in pleasure and the statement came out in a hiss. "Oh?" Ms. Kathleen, paused in Mitchell's torture to allow herself a small smile, the dark red gash of lipstick parting over brilliantly white teeth. "And this is your reaction to her?" She pulled his cock roughly toward her. Mitchell whimpered, and then panted slightly before answering. "Only because I knew what pleasure it would bring you, Mistress." "And how is she dressed, my darling Mitchell?" The zipper was down now and her nails were against his flesh. Quickly and quietly, pausing every so often for a hot panting, the details of Amanda's dress came out. Ms. Kathleen suddenly shoved the cock back into the trousers, and zipped it up a little too quickly. Mitchell's hairs were caught in the enclosure and he glanced down before eyeing her. "Mistress?" His whimpered plea came out. "Leave it. The pain should bring you pleasure for this evening during this little excursion into vanilla entertainment." Ms. Kathleen's mind was now beyond the man beside her and she made her way out to her room to find an outfit to match Amanda's. Amanda was on her second mug of hot apple cider and was becoming a trifle bored. Already half the professional men from her dinky little town had propositioned her, and although she had thought she would enjoy the attention, they all were just too obvious. The local women were shooting her looks of hatred, and this she found quite amusing. The wonders that a proper dress and attitude had on a mousy girl. And as Amanda made the simile to Cinderella, she almost choked against the cider going down her throat. It was almost 8:30 when Ms. Kathleen finally made her appearance. In a stunning royal blue leather floor length dress, the back of it all laced up from the very small of her back to her bare shoulders. So much skin was showing that Amanda chuckled as the attention drew away from her and focused on the hostess of the evening. Dinner was served immediately after Ms. Kathleen's arrival in a small tent that she had arranged on her back lawn. Rose bushes were still blooming with lovely red and sterling silver blossoms and the music that was provided completed the austere setting. She was seated between two men who constantly made their presence known, not by chatting with her, but by their palms resting on her thighs. With a twinkle in her eye, she picked up both her salad fork and her dinner fork as if inspecting them and sharply stabbed both hands simultaneously. The palms did not invade again. After a lovely dinner and small conversation, Amanda was relieved to see most of the guests being shuffled to the door. Her own boss had made a very untoward suggestion and she was hanging back from her own departure to be sure that he found his way to his home and not hers. Ms. Kathleen had watched Amanda very discreetly for most the evening, noting with pleasure how she had managed the maulers at the dinner table and the high flush on her cheeks now as she sipped another cider. This was her third drink of the evening, Ms. Kathleen noted. She wasn't drinking alcohol, but the juices that were provided. With dinner she had cleaned her palate through the courses with water. She snagged Mitchell as he was on the way to fetch another wrap of a dowdy wife and whispered her instructions to him. He nodded and glanced toward Amanda before scurrying on his way. "Ms. Kathleen would be honored if you were to wait for a bit. She wishes to show you the entire house as you were instrumental in the beginning." Mitchell's low tone caught her by surprise. "Of course! I'd love to see the rest!" Amanda was thrilled. Now she had a valid excuse for waiting to leave. She watched amused as couple after couple made their way out. And then it was just the staff and Ms. Kathleen. Ms. Kathleen plopped unceremoniously in the couch next to her. "What do you think, dear? Have I made the proper impression on the 'who's in' crowd? I would dread having them wondering all winter who the hell I was." Amanda laughed politely. "You had most of the upper crust of the town here. But personally I think you gave of yourself without giving yourself away." Ms. Kathleen laughed heartily. The same laughter she had heard on the phone so much earlier today. "Mind explaining that, Amanda?" Amanda nervously fingered the hem of her dress. "Well. You spoke on many topics, you have a flair that is undeniable, but at the same time, you never spoke of yourself. What you do. What you plan to do. Where you are from." "Good job!" Ms. Kathleen stood up from the couch. "You are absolutely right! And if you remember, I enjoy the privilege of my privacy. In this kind of game though, you need to give them a little bit. Let them think I'm eccentric. There are times when I think that myself." Ms. Kathleen held a hand out. "Ready for the tour?" Amanda grasped the strong hand and stood up, shifting the leather ever so slightly. She smiled at Ms. Kathleen and nodded. "Yes please. I'd love to see what you've done to the rest." Ms. Kathleen now pointed out the hidden treasures of the living room. The fireplace was wood burning and was still roaring merrily in the hearth. The entertainment system that had provided music for the dinner had speakers so cleverly disguised that Amanda hadn't realized that they were there. "Music is handled through a main control area, but there are speakers throughout the house, including into the back yard area." Ms. Kathleen led her into the kitchen were the staff was now cleaning dishes and packaging leftover foodstuffs away. "I like my nook there, that is where I usually dine." What Ms. Kathleen pointed out was more a window seat than a nook. It had a table that was placed diagonally from the seat and looked quite comfortable. What struck Amanda as odd was the lack of chatter. Even with the soft muted music that must go through the entire house, the staff was very quiet. The four men dressed smartly in waiter apparel were almost automaton in their motions. The man that had served her lemonade was not among them and she wondered briefly if she had missed his departure. As they continued down the hall, Ms. Kathleen pointed to the guest lounge which Amanda smiled and confessed to already having seen. The next room appeared to be a bedroom, but had two sets of bunk beds and bare minimum of furniture beyond that. There was one dresser in the room, but no chairs, no desks and everything was perfect. The beds were made with military precision and Amanda could see a drill sergeant bouncing a quarter with no problem. The next room was a bit less severe. A single bed with a decidedly feminine comforter. A huge overstuffed chair. A wide chest of drawers. A desk with a computer and office chair along with a phone. "Is this your room?" Amanda asked innocently and was astounded with Ms. Kathleen hearty laugh once more. "Good heavens, no." Ms. Kathleen walked to the other side of the basement stairs and pulled open the double doors. "This is my room, dear." A beautiful suite in burgundy and forest greens with the rich red of the mahogany wood. The huge almost sinful bed was the dominating feature, the accents adding to the decor rather than detracting from it. There was another door partially opened into a lounge area and a huge walk in closet as well. "You've redone this so nicely!" Amanda smiled as she surveyed the room. Ms. Kathleen watched Amanda's expression through each room and then nodded to herself, making up her mind. "There is more." Ms. Kathleen hit a switch, highlighting the basement stairs and Amanda eagerly followed her down. There was a huge washer and dryer, almost a commercial quality that was fronting the stairs with a linen closet above it. As they turned the corner, a huge family room was revealed. Ms. Kathleen had redone it in dark browns and rust. A flat screen television, big enough to be mistaken for a slide projector screen stood on one side with a huge wall of contemporary movies for both VCR and DVD players. The entertainment system that she spoke of was situated on another wall with several classical CDs littered across it. With a smile, Ms. Kathleen flipped a switch and the strains of Meredith Brooks' 'Bitch' started to lull through the speakers. The rest of the room was just one continuous couch. "So have you done anything to the fruit cellar?" Amanda asked, still eyeing the expensive equipment with a wry smile. Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and Amanda returned the gaze with question. Once more, Ms. Kathleen nodded as if making up her mind. "Yes in fact, that's one of the reasons I had you stay. I WANT you to work for me. NEED you. I'm a complete mess when it comes to paperwork and I've really come to the end of my patience with it. In my profession, I constantly need reports written, correspondence kept up, and daily tasks done on the computer." Amanda gulped. "Well there is a rather respectable temporary service in town that could probably help you out. What kind of business do you do?" "Ah..." Ms. Kathleen smiled and then motioned Amanda to join her at the fruit cellar door. "You see that is the key. My business is specialized, and I do believe that you are the only one in this little hick town that could possibly manage to help me with it." The door opened and the first thing that Amanda saw was that the cellar had actually been divided into separate sections. To her left was pretty much an identical room as the family room but it was ALL couches in a U design, with a wooden post in the middle. To her right was what appeared to be a tack room. There were crops and whips and what looked to be leather reins and harnesses. As she entered into the cellar a bit more, there was a lounge down here as well, back behind where the laundry facilities was, complete with a shower. A room that looked like a chapel came next with row upon row of candles, none lit and a wooden plank table in front of it. What looked like a storage room was the last room on the right. It looked to be a carpenter's shop, with wooden horses, and an odd looking cross. Ms. Kathleen remained quiet through her inspection, but tugged her hand slightly to lead her to the last room on the left. As she walked into the room, the heat of the water steamed against her face, and she was looking at an indoor pool lavishly made with stones and plants, a small waterfall falling at one side. "Well this is all lovely, but I still don't understand." Amanda turned to face Ms. Kathleen. "Are you planning to train horses?" Ms. Kathleen let her head fall back and her laugh echoed into the walls of the grotto. She composed herself and led Amanda back through to the stairs once more. "You are an innocent little thing aren't you?" She continued up the stairs and paused before the hall door to her office. "Come with me, Amanda. You may be a bit confused at the moment but all will be explained." As they walked through the door, Amanda spied the man who had served her lemonade standing very much at attention with his hands laced behind his neck. "Oh good. Mitchell. Perfect." Ms. Kathleen nodded toward a seat for Amanda and sat behind the desk herself. "Mitchell, describe your function here." Mitchell's face was contorting slightly but he managed a large breath before speaking. "I am Ms. Kathleen's slave. The head slave of the household. I help in training procedures as well as make sure that Ms. Kathleen's needs are met." A small amount of color was rising to his cheeks as Amanda tried to grasp this information. "Are ..all.. you..am.." Amanda stopped fluttering her response to this until she could think of a proper question to ask. "You are a Dominate?" She asked this to Ms. Kathleen, trying to avoid glancing at Mitchell. "Yes! And I can't tell you how pleased I am that you know the word," Ms. Kathleen motioned Mitchell closer and with a quick flip of her wrist, yanked the zipper down on his trousers. Mitchell cut off a scream and immediately whimpered something. "Louder slave," Ms. Kathleen played with the zipper for a few moments as Amanda sat stunned watching. "Thank you Mistress. It was exquisite torture to serve you in this way. Thank you." Mitchell was all but groveling. Amanda listened to the passion in his voice and smiled. She knew of some people that liked this kind of kink. She never ventured to try it, for she had always had mixed reactions. One day she may feel dominating, the next she may feel small and willing to do anything. Ms. Kathleen turned her attention from Mitchell to Amanda. She watched the emotions range across her face, from disgust, to understanding, to yearning. "You will of course understand now why I would need a discreet person to work with me. The reports that would need to be done would be training reports on the various slaves that come here. The correspondence would be of a nature that a 'temporary' service would have hissy fits just seeing. I am willing to offer you quite a unique package of benefits as well as a substantial salary to come to work for me. One minor detail would be that you would have to live here with me." "That one room...," Amanda ventured, only to see Ms. Kathleen's head nod. "Yes. That is for you, if you were to work here." Ms. Kathleen snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. Mitchell left quietly, almost quivering. Amanda sat quietly, thinking of the things that she would have to give up compared to the things that she would gain. She had gotten to the point that she didn't really like her job anymore. Her small apartment was no big deal. She really had no social life in town, preferring to remain at home with a book or a movie with a bag of popcorn. Ms. Kathleen had a paper in front of her and turned it around so that Amanda could see clearly all that was being offered to her. A 'substantial' salary? It was triple to what she was earning now. Complete medical and dental coverage, including the statement that a total physical must be administered by her third month of employment. A paid vacation that was required every year. A retirement plan as well as stated compensation after several years of employment, changing in percentage after a period of time. Amanda couldn't restrain it. "Wow!" "Enticing isn't it?" Ms. Kathleen purred almost like a cat. "Of course you also have to be bonded and sign before witnesses that what is transacted here is treated as utmost private. I have several very respectable men that will come here for training and they will not appreciate their names appearing on National Inquirer's front page." A knock from the door gave Amanda another few moments to review the situation. Sean entered the room stood next to Ms. Kathleen's desk. "Your guests have made it home safely, Mistress," His voice had gotten softer as the evening had progressed. His eyes were focused on his feet but his whole attention was toward the woman seated at the desk. "Very good, Sean. You've done very well. I'm sure that Lady Olivia will be pleased with your performance. Now strip." Ms. Kathleen's words were sharp and to the point. Without hesitation, Sean proceeded to remove his clothes, setting his hat on the desk, and then folding each garment following. When he finally was naked Ms. Kathleen inspected him and then snapped a finger, pointing down. Sean kneeled down beside the desk. Amanda had watched quietly, noting the calm obedience that Sean had completed the task. He had a very nice body and held it well, even as he kneeled. Ms. Kathleen rested one of her high heels into his crotch and turned to Amanda once more. "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you find this distasteful or awkward?" Ms. Kathleen was calm, she was neither angry and hateful toward Sean, just completely in control. "I don't think so. I have to get adjusted to this way of thinking, but it's not uncomfortable to me." Amanda then nodded. "I think I would like to work here, Ma'am." "Ah.. Ok, first thing, you may call me Ms. Kathleen, not Ma'am. Ma'am and Mistress are words of respect which I expect from my slaves, not from my office manager." Ms. Kathleen nudged her heel in a bit more causing Sean to gasp softly and wiggle a bit in position. "Sean, don't move." "Yes Mistress," Sean stayed still. "Then here's what we'll do. You may stay tonight and tomorrow, Sean will go with you to take care of your apartment. He's mine for another two days, so that will be a good break from driving. You can submit your resignation from here to that piddly little realtor that you used to work for. He was coming on to you tonight, wasn't he?" Ms. Kathleen had placed one hand on Sean's hair and was rhythmically stroking her nails through the lushness of it. "Yes Ms. Kathleen, in fact he was." Amanda could imagine the shock and surprise that her departure would have on the office. "Would you care to join me in the grotto before sleep?" Ms. Kathleen was grasping Sean's hair now, tugging it slightly with each stroke. "Is that what you call your pool downstairs?" Amanda smiled softly. "It's enticing, Ms. Kathleen, but I think I'd prefer sleep this evening." "Very well." Ms. Kathleen glanced at the clock and stood up from the desk, pulling Sean along by the hair so that he crawled next to her legs. "It's inspection time for the staff anyways. Since this is your first evening here, you may as well get used to routine. It's the one thing that I insist on. Keeps the slaves on their toes." She walked to the hall door and opened it, placing a firm heel against Sean's ass to encourage him along. "Come along dear. This will be your job soon enough." Amanda followed, assuming that Ms. Kathleen had meant inspection of the kitchen. Instead, Ms. Kathleen pulled open the door to the room with the bunk beds in it. The four men that were helping in the kitchen earlier were naked and standing by the bunk beds, their eyes downcast. Ms. Kathleen's inspection was to gently slides her nails against each slave's skin. Soft words were said to each, "Good job Manuel; Randy, the salad dressing was divine; Thomas, do you really think I didn't see you loafing?; Christopher, my darling, if you ever show up so improperly dressed again, you will not be allowed your privileges here." And with that done, Ms. Kathleen snapped her fingers and Amanda watched amazed as the men climbed into the severe bunk beds. Three were chained to the beds, but the fourth, Thomas, was also placed in a cock restraint, tightly. "And that is an inspection dear. Good night my lovelies." Ms. Kathleen walked back to the door, flicking the main switch off. Sean followed upon his knees and Amanda came quietly afterward. "Are all these men your slaves?" Amanda ventured to ask just outside her door. "No darling, just Mitchell. The rest are here for training, either from other Mistresses or on their own. Sean here.." Ms. Kathleen grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that his dark brown eyes gazed up at Amanda, "is one that came here on his Mistress' advice. I have had him for almost two weeks. So the faces change quite often around here. Do you need any help with your garments hon?" "Oh no, I'll be fine," Amanda said with a shy smile. "What time can I expect to go to my apartment?" "OLD apartment dear. Oh around 10 should be a good time." Ms. Kathleen nudged Sean towards the basement stairs. "Have pleasantly wicked dreams, dear." With so many thoughts encircling her mind, Amanda softly pulled the leather dress from her skin. She still had on the lingerie though and there was a lovely silk robe hanging in the closet. Amanda stepped from the shoes and set them up side by side before curling on the bed. She was open minded enough to understand the situation here. Her town wouldn't be if they were to know. After a while, Amanda dropped off into a light sleep, still hearing the strains of Meredith Brooks. It was close to 4:00 in the morning when she awoke with the urgent need to use the rest room. Fumbling to recall where she was and where the lounge was located, she tugged open the door to her room, and came upon Mitchell, chained and tied outside Ms. Kathleen's door. Mitchell glanced up at her, shrugged and curled back down, but his eyes had spied the opening in the robe and the brevity of her undergarments. With a quick tug, Amanda pulled the robe around her once more and made her way to the lounge, doing the necessities before returning once more to her room. The laughter of the slaves next door woke her about 4 hours later. Amanda stretched and yawned, finally realizing she had nothing to wear but the robe or the leather dress. Well at least the robe was a kimono type and she could tie it tight. She did take off her stockings though, setting them on the dresser so that she could make her bed quickly. She made her way once more to the lounge, noting the absence of Mitchell from the door. She splashed her face with cool water feeling the humidity in the room indicating showers were taken, but the room itself was in perfect order. Her one failing was that she tended to be cranky in the morning without at least one cup of coffee to wake her. She continued down the hall to the kitchen area and was surprised at the activity so early in the morning. Ms. Kathleen was seated at the nook and Mitchell and Sean were on the floor in front of her. The other four bustled about the kitchen almost like clockwork, preparing breakfast and laughing among themselves. "Oh lovely! Good morning darling!" Ms. Kathleen patted the seat beside her. "Come on in. Coffee hon?" Amanda sat next to Ms. Kathleen, nodding dumbly. "Oh please yes." Ms. Kathleen looked pointedly at Sean who immediately walked into the kitchen, fetching a large mug of coffee, and pouring a small pitcher of warmed milk to it. He came back to Amanda and knelt before her offering it up as a precious jewel. His posture was so perfect, his broad shoulders thrown back with pride, his chest even with his stomach that Amanda didn't need to look down any further. Amanda smiled and gratefully lifted the mug to her lips, sighing in bliss as the caffeine worked it's magic. "Oh this is going to be a good day!" Ms. Kathleen stretched and smiled. "We are losing two of our staff today, but then again, we don't usually have this many." One of the four brought over two plates of crisp golden cheese omelettes along with a plate of toast, piled high. Ms. Kathleen immediately started into her breakfast, nudging a wedge of toast against Mitchell's lips. "I need six hands when it comes to this many! Could you handle Sean?" Amanda watched, and then picked up one of the pieces of toast. She teased it against Sean's full lips, watching his reactions, before pulling it back. She placed it on the table and drank more coffee. Ms. Kathleen watched the exchange and laughed. "Feeling a bit Dommish this morning, dear?" Amanda shot Ms. Kathleen a smile and held the toast back out to Sean, waiting patiently as he took a bite, chewing it without looking up. There was something to be said for having a vital virile man curled at your feet. Amanda nudged the toast again and picked up the fork in her other hand eyeing the omelette with pleasure before taking a bite. She was on her third bite of this concoction when the toast was finished, a warm tongue lapped at the fingers of her hand. She glanced to Ms. Kathleen, who was thoroughly involved with her own breakfast, and picked up another piece of toast, putting it within Sean's reach. Breakfast continued with a large bowl of fruit being placed on the table and Ms. Kathleen offering bits and pieces to Mitchell. Amanda watched the example and proffered a grape to Sean, who softly sucked it into his mouth, taking her fingertip as well. Amanda startled, feeling his teeth against her skin and she felt a warmth through her. Ms. Kathleen smiled. "He is good isn't he, the little devil. Lady Olivia is very lucky to have found him. Such a nice part of her collection. He's been such a good boy here." Amanda nodded, slightly aroused, but picked a bit of melon to chew herself. Watching the man before her. Breakfast ended all too quickly and Ms. Kathleen asked her into her office for today's tasks. As Amanda made herself comfortable once more, she smiled in the warmth of the sunlight coming through the east facing window. Ms. Kathleen was going over the travel arrangements of the two that were leaving and that Mitchell would take them to the airport that was located an hour away. "You will take Sean in the Bronco to your apartment. We have boxes that we can use. I would suggest storing your furniture in a local storage facility. And then you can either reclaim it or be rid of it at your leisure. Clothing, personal effects, what you feel would be essential to living here. Oh," Ms. Kathleen chuckled. "Do you have something to wear? Or did you want to return to your place in that yummy outfit your were wearing last night." Amanda weighed the question carefully and shrugged. "Oh I'll wear the outfit." "Wonderful. Ok then, when you're ready just let me know and we'll get you on your way." Ms. Kathleen smiled. "Sometime this afternoon will go over the way we do reports here." A short time later, dressed once more in the leather outfit, Amanda was on her way back to her apartment. Sean had driven the Bronco around to the front of the house with it's back filled with unfolded boxes. Amanda was going through her house inventory of what needed to be stored and what could be brought along with her. She would give the groceries she just purchased to a local food bank as well as what was left in her kitchen. There was a store and lock place not too far away, and she would dip into her savings again to have professional movers pack up the space. When they reached the apartment, Sean backed the Bronco up and let the tail gate hang down. He carried an armful of the unfolded boxes up behind Amanda, who was searching for her key. Amanda let him in to her apartment and then sent him into the kitchen to get started on the packing there. She went into her room and stripped out of the leather dress, stretching as she did. She would throw on a sweat suit for the moment. She dressed quickly and caught her hair back into a rubberband before peeking into the kitchen to see how Sean was doing. Sean caught her eyes, and gestured to the refrigerator. "Is that all you really eat, Miss Amanda?" Amanda laughed. "Generally. I'm not fastidious when it comes to eating. Make sure that you get the pantry food too." Amanda swept back into the living room and grabbed a box. She would start with the smallest room first. Bathroom. As she filled box after box, Sean quietly carried them down to the Bronco. After an hour and a half of combined effort, Amanda called for a break, smiling at what was achieved already. "Did you save out that lemonade, by chance?" Amanda asked. "No, Miss, but I know which box it's in." The kitchen boxes had been set aside and there was supposed to be someone coming to fetch them. "Well grab it quick!" Amanda laughed. "They have plenty from me without sparing us a drink." Two glasses were filled, the ice bucket emptied, and the refrigerator turned off to defrost. Sean sat comfortably next to her in the living room as she went through old books and videos. She paused long enough to smile up at him and take her glass before she continued. "Sean, why are you ..." Amanda kept her concentration on her task, but her mind was filled with questions. "A slave?" Sean supplied, and then took a drink of the lemonade. "Would it help to tell you that I enjoy more than just following orders?" "I would like to hear your opinion yes. I am not totally unfamiliar with the lifestyle, but I haven't really known someone like you," Amanda looked up. "I like the feeling it gives me when I've done something so well that it gives a person pleasure. It's not just about sex, Lady Olivia is not a sex fiend. Sex does fall into that though. I crave certain things that no one in the 'outside' world would understand." Sean broke off and helped to seal another full carton. "Do you like the pain as well?" Amanda drank some of her lemonade and looked deeply at Sean. "It's hard to describe the feeling..ah.. Ok. When your foot falls asleep, and when you try to move it you have tingles and pain, and it's half way between hurting and pleasure?" Sean lifted Amanda's foot to prove his point, trailing a finger down her arch. "Yes.." Amanda watched, interested. "When I am being tugged on, whipped on, slapped on...I get the same sort of feeling but intensified, many times over." Sean closed his eyes and shivered despite the warmth of the room. "It's very pleasurable to me." The knock on the door broke the mood and surprisingly enough it was both the food bank supervisor and the moving company. As the kitchen boxes were cleared out by Sean and the food bank supervisor, Amanda chatted with the moving company crew, asking that the larger furniture be stored away until a decision to be made. Papers were signed and keys were passed over. Amanda smiled as they left and Sean returned stretching. "So what's left?" Sean asked. He looked at some of the boxes that she had already packed. "I think we are just about done. Want to get started bringing down the last boxes and I'll finish up packing?" Amanda stood up and drank down the last of the lemonade. "Sure thing, Miss Amanda," Sean grinned and hefted a box making his way out the door. Amanda went through each room carefully, only four of them, the kitchen/dinette area, the living room, the bedroom and bath. She unplugged the phone and took the last box into the bedroom. She had managed to get most of her clothes already packed, but now it was more of rush to get the last bit done. She was eager to begin the new chapter of her life I will Continue if i get good resluts :)
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Man it was a great day today…and I think I might have found someone with some class….Man I am glad. Her name’s Natasha…the first time I saw her man I nearly fainted with joy. She was about 5’9…2 inches shorter than I…she had her hair falling round her shoulders was. She was wearing a black dress…a business suit but hell if some one could look like that in a simple dress…I can’t even imagines how she would look in her lingerie. I realized I must stop staring at her like a ninny so I looked at boss in the eye…whose office I was in by the way The Ace Of Hearts is back in business…my boss told me is that she is the woman from the company we were dealing with…man I was surprised apparently Nats had tried a variety of jobs including teaching I wonder what she taught maybe ball juggling. I had to do my job…so I went with her to inspect the dam…while coming back our car broke down near my house. Or conversation had been way to formal…I realized this was my chance to turn it on.I offered to walk her home. I guess i should use this oppurtunity to describe her now she's one of those people who can make heads turn wherever she goes. She's a latikna...n from wat i cud see her breasts were natural n her ass was a perfect heart... Now she agreed but said that i would have to promise that i will not try to seduce me..not looking ame in the eye... "OK...i promise but my nanny used to say promises are made to be broken u no like pie crusts..." I decided to take a shortcut through a lane but apparently Nats was drawing eyes to her...well then a group of street punks leered at her n said "Hey Honey...Wat abt my place tonight i promise i pay for dinner. " I realised this was the ideal oppurtunity si i shouted back -"Sorry guys but i am already taken." Man that was fun...the all stared at me n then Nats burst out laugh n man those boobs were natural all right i could tell by the way they jumped... One look at her n Ace decided he had aced yet one more... ((((((ACE's DESCRIPTION Man the guy's incredible....he's built like a greek god. Tom Cruise n Brad Pitt couldn't be more appealing she thought. I wonder how big he's 9 maybe 10.)))))))))) At Ace's place Ace asked wat she wud like to drink he caught her smiling...he wondered wat cold be wrong n he asked her.... She replied--"I can't believe u said that to those guys. I really started liking u" 'Ya' i replied ' i like myself too' N i squashed on the couch looking for the remote when Enrique Iglesias's crooning came to my ears...n wat i saw as i turned back had my 12 inch cock screaming bloody murder. There she was Natasha had striped n was wearing nothing but some pink panties..her braest bounced as she walked he nipples on those golden hemispheres stickin out proud erect...those long legs seemed to give her the added height. As she came closer to me i saw those lips beatiful i thought to myself as i passed out to extreme ecstacy. That one kiss wrapped up the essebntials of love making. The two tounges touching, exploring n then moving away. After that she opened my jeans... she gasped out as my cock sprang free n knocked her on the chin...she slowly wrapped me up in her mouth n tried to swallow the whole load but coould not manage it for 7 minutes i held not wanting to burst in her face but could not quite manage it. She sucked the whole thing. Oh! n the pleausure was awesome....like i was fuckin ten girls at once. SHe then dropped her panties away it was my turn to gasp as i saw those wonderful lips man i was sure i wan in heaven. As my whole 12 inches went up her tunnel i fucked her cunt bone dry for almost fifteen minutes after which she begged me to stop. I replied i would if she promised to cook me dinner her place n she would have to pay... Well she agreed n i got her to sign the office contract she was in here to get it signed for double the amount they had originally agreed upon. I drove her hgome n all the time she begged me to come over her place. I promised i would I went to the office and collected $500 from boss as i gave him the contract.
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Chapter 1 When I was 16 my parents kicked me out of their house with a bag of clothes, a bus pass and $500. I had no idea what to do but knew I deserved to be kicked out I had a bad habit of doing coke and stealing their money to support my habit. As I walked towards the bus stop I knew I was fucked and I didn't know where I was going. It was 9 pm when I got on the bus and I knew they stopped running at 11pm. I fell asleep in the back of the bus and before I knew it the driver told me we were as far as he went. The red light district it seemed normal during the day but everyone from around the area knew not to accidentally find themselves there at night. And yet there I was. I got off at the stop and stood there still not knowing what to do. As I stood there in the cold black night all alone I was abnormally at peace when all of a sudden a black sedan pulled up next to me. The window rolled down and I assumed he would be asking for directions. But why would a tourist be lost at midnight I don't know it didn't cross my mind at the time. Then this voice that seemed quiet but confident asked if I needed a ride. I said sure as I thought he must have seen my bag and put 2 and 2 together. This was not the case. Once I was in his next question was “Well how much?” I responded naively “How much for what?”. Well he said What's on the menu? And I was just lost at 16 not getting what he was driving at at all. He said do you give good head? You have a tight ass? Now I saw he thought I was a hooker I knew I needed to get out of this situation and said I think you have me all wrong I don't do that I'm straight. As I went to get out of the car he grabbed my arm and said I don't think so. Then he started to drive. I was scared and begged him to stop the car and all he said was not till I get what I want we pulled up do an apartment building and he stopped. He grabbed me out of the car and drug me to his place. He told me to undress and when I didn't do what he said he hit me. I started to undress but left my boxers. He told me not to be shy because we were about to get to know each other a lot better. I pulled down my pants exposing my 3 in soft penis(its about 5.5 hard a little below average). He barked at me to get on my knees like a good whore and for fear of being hit again I did. He came over to me and told me to take his cock out I did like I was told becoming the good little whore he wanted me to be. When I did I was amazed at his size he had to be 6.5 in soft and really thick almost as thick as my wrist. He told me to say ahhh and as I did he stuffed his fat cock in my mouth. I gagged but kept going. I could barely breathe but was finding that I actually like the taste of his cock and that I couldn't get enough of his precum. I played with hist cockhead in my mouth as he started to get hard. As I used my tongue to play with his head I found my self playing with his balls and stroking his cock as well. It was becoming more and more enjoyable for me as I heard him moaning. Then all of a sudden he pulled out of my mouth and I figured he was going to cum so I closed my eyes and mouth but he told me to open my mouth like a good little whore. And as I noticed myself starting to take to the title I opened wide but he didn't cum he started pissing on me. It made me gag and I kept trying to spit but he barked at me and told me to swallow it like the dirty slut I was. I felt so humiliated and so dirty and so disgusting and yet my cock was hard, I was aroused. I was piss soaked and dirty when he told me to get on all fours. As I did I felt his cock head push against my asshole and I tried to protest but as his response he stuffed all of his 9 in cock in my ass at once. I was sure he tore my hole it hurt so bad I screamed and started to cry begging him to stop screaming no no no. My pleads fell on deaf ears as he rammed his huge cock in and out of me each thrust with more power than the last. Then he pulled out and grabbed my head and turned me around still crying and whimpering from the pain he told me to open my mouth and he stuffed his dick inside and I started sucking I could taste my ass but soon that was replaced with the taste of his cum that I knew I had to swallow and I did. He threw my clothes and a twenty at me and said “Maybe next time someone asks you how much you'll have a better answer.” Chapter 2 It was 3 am that night when I was thrown out to the street I had come from by what could only be considered my first customer. I decided I didn't mind making money this way since I'd already been forced to break all the boundaries I had. I went to find a quiet place to rest for the night. The next day I went to a public gym close by that had a shower facility and lockers you could rent for $3 a day. It wasn't a nice gym but I didn't need a nice gym I needed running water and a place to store my stuff while I worked at night. I grabbed a shower changed and left my stuff I relaxed throughout the day and ate what I could afford to. Around 9 30 pm the area started to see some traffic. And here it was tonights customer. He pulled up in a toyota camry or something and rolled down his window said he was looking for a date. I got in and then came the fateful question, but it wasn't delivered as confidently as last night. I asked him what he was looking for and he told me he wanted the whole package. I told him $100 and he said he didn't have that much cash how about $50 he said. Turns out I'm the cheap type and I took the deal. As he drove looking for a quiet spot I rubbed his cock through his shorts. He was already hard it seemed and he was quite small id guess 4in at the biggest. We found an industrial park and went to a dark spot. After he shut off the car we moved the back seat for more room. More comfortable now I moved myself in front of his cock and pulled it out. Like I had thought about 4 in hard but a nice big mushroom head. I teased him by kissing his cock head and flicking my tongue at it. Then I started to stroke him off tell him how nice his cock looked and staring at it like I was in love with it. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed my mouth onto his cock. I liked this kind of customer much more than my first. As I sucked his dick I noticed him leaning back and rolling his hips forward presenting me his ass and then he pushed my head lower. I found my tongue now at his surprisingly clean shaven hole now and being that he was paying I knew I didn't have a choice. So I shoved my tongue right in really unsure of what to do I just stroked his dick and darted my tongue in and out of his hole and the moans told me I was doing something right. Soon my finger replaced my tongue and his dick went right back in my mouth. It didn't take long after I started finger fucking him for him to shoot a load in my mouth and as he squirted I swallowed gulp after tasty gulp and the cum just seemed to keep cumming he must shot 10 good squirts before he was done. I knew he must be sensitive so I never let him out of my mouth I just kept sucking trying to put him through a hellish pleasure. To my surprise it only took him about 10 min to get hard as a rock again and soon there after I found myself bent over assuming the position readying myself for the pain. I felt his big mushroom head against my ass but then I didn't feel the pain I had readied myself for instead it felt great he may have been small but that head popping in and out felt great. He pumped as hard as he could and my dick was throbbing and without even touching myself I shot a load it felt great. Shortly after I came and was moaning in pleasure he grabbed my hips and thrust himself in me as deep as he could go and I felt spurt after spurt of cum fill me up. As he dropped me off and payed me all I could think was what a wonderful start to the night it had been. Let me know if you like
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Note: This is only my second story. This is a plot induced story, if you just want sex your out of luck here. There is sexual actions though but they are near the bottom of each chapter/part. Sorry for any grammar or spelling issues. Please Help me out with the story by submitting feedback and ideas. The next story might be a long wait it might not I don't now yet. Thanks ****** Mary OK, for the record that was scary as shit. I was in shock until the guys came in here and tried to rape us. I just couldn't rap my head over the fact that this was the Apocalypse. Well anyways, after we got done eating Sam volunteered himself to get rid of the bodies that were in the back. A couple minutes later he came back covered in blood and said something about hitting them in the wrong spot and getting drenched in blood. "The shower is up stairs." Carter said to Sam. "Thanks, after I'm done you guys should too, we don't know how long we will have running water." Sam replied As he went to take a shower Jeff and Carter went to the back yard to sit. "Are you sure it's safe?" Ms. Davis asked "We are fine, there is a 5 foot wooden fence around the backyard." replied Carter "OK then." she said as they walked out. After the boys all left the room we started chatting. "I could of helped you guys." Amy said sadly. "No I bet it would of been harder for the guys to save us if you were here too." Susan replied. "I still can't believe that guy almost put his dick in me." I said "It was a big turn off for me, The guy going for me had a 4 incher." Ms. Davis said with a laugh. "Sam's sure didn't turn you off." Amy said starting to smile. "I've got to admit it look like he was hiding a pretty nice one in there." She replied back grinning. "What I would give to have his in me." Amy said to her self, but not quite enough for Susan to hear. "What did you say Amy? Something about having a little crush on Sam." Susan said. "Hey! You three do you! All your panties were soaked as he looked at your naked bodies." Amy said almost laughing at them. "At least we weren't masturbating in the bathroom about him!" I said. "Hey! That's too far!" Amy said pushing me off the chair I was sitting on. Pinning me by sitting on my stomach and holding my arms just like the guy trying to rape me did. "What Are you trying to do? Rape me like that guy!" I said laughing. The other girls just sat there giggling. "Maybe I will!" Amy said pushing my arms down harder. I struggled for a couple minutes the three girls laughing at me until Sam said something from the hallway. "Better not rip her clothes Amy, Those were hard to get." "Oh don't worry Sam she'll gladly take them off now that your here." she said laughing with the other girls. "At least I don't master-----" I was cut off as she stuck her hand over my mouth. "Well I think its time we unpack all the clothes and supplies we got." he said shrugging off what I was trying to say. As he started sorting out all the clothes. Amy finally got off of me and I could sit back down as we watched Sam sort the clothes. "What, are you trying to make us were sexy clothes?" Susan asked as she held up a very thin sexy red thong. "Hey it's not my fault we threw in all the clothed we could, girls and guys." he said holding up a very small speedo. "Amy would like you wearing that." I whispered so only Ms. Davis who was sitting next to me could hear. "Honestly I think we all would." she Replied just as quietly with a little giggle, witch made me laugh too. "Some one passing secrets over there?" Amy asked glaring right at me. "OK, ladies if you can't control your self you should go and sit with Jeff and Carter." Sam said going back to his sorting. Susan was the one that got up and went out to sit with Jeff and Carter. ****** Jeff It's not very hard to tell that the girls are falling for Sam. I mean me and Carter haven't really done anything like he has. That's not really the point though, Sam told us that we need to take the girls off his hand because he's survived this long flirting with the girls with wits and jokes. It surprised me a lot when Susan came out to it. "Were is Carter at?" Susan asked. That's what I forgot to tell you. Carter had some kind of break down and hopped the fence. It really freaked me out but he brought his machete so he should be fine if he runs into any things out there. It took me a bit to tell Susan that. "I hope he come's back soon." she Said. "Yeah, me too. So why did you decide to come sit out here?" I asked. She told me about how the girls a flirting with Sam again. "Figures." I replied. "Hey what that in your back pocket." pointing toward her jean shorts. "Oh just some thongs." she said pulling them out and stretching them, witch made me Blush. "Don't worry Jeff I won't put them on right here." Ok pause for a moment. I'm not really like Sam, I don't have any witty comments to make. She was flirting with me and I didn't know what to do. I've always liked Susan because she was funny, and had a almost perfect body, with flowing red blonde hair. Don't let the blonde fool you, she was a A+ student one of the best in the school. She had a nice round, firm ass. Then there is me. 5 foot 10, pretty much the same build as Sam but with more muscle. I was a nerd like Sam, heck Sam, Carter and I would have gaming marathons every once and a while. Susan was a popular girl though and never dated anyone she deemed unworthy. After she said she wouldn't put them on that just got me hard and She was just glaring at it. "Sorry." she said. It took me a second or to but I thought of a stupid joke to say "It's OK it will go away in the shower." she laughed. "I'm next in shower!" yelled Amy running up the stairs. "No it's me!" Mary yelled chasing her. "Well looks like your not getting to use the shower." she said with a giggle. "How about I help." She said the last part with a grin. Using her beautiful blue eyes to full effect. I was just sitting there stunned. She reached and pulled my pants down making my dick pop strait up. She let out a soft moan seeing it. She brought her head down and started licking the head slowly. I was still sitting there stunned as this sexy girl in my class was licking my dick. She finally brought her lips to the top and sucked a little on my head. With out warning she deepthroated my whole 5 and a half inches of man, witch almost make me cum right there. "That almost made me cum right away." I said. That just made her do it twice more. On the third time she brought her eyes and stared at me while doing it. At the bottom he eyes went strait up in pleasure witch sent me off the edge. I cummed deep within her throat. Drop after drop she milked me dry. After she was finished she licked her lips, pulled my pants back up and sat next to me. "Whoa, were did you learn to blowjob like that?" I asked "My mom got me a dildo last year for my 16th birthday and said use it instead of a guy, so I practiced a lot." she replied. After sitting there a few minutes we herd a gun shot come from one of the neighboring lawns. I hope that wasn't Carter I thought as we walked back in. and locked the door be hind us.
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The uphill path was well worn, with cut logs fashioned into steps every so often to hold back dirt and rocks and help prevent erosion. They were welcomed by our feet, breaks from the otherwise rough limestone rocks that outlined the rest of the path thru the woods. I kept my head down as we went, one step at a time, as slipping here and twisting an ankle would make the rest of the hike a major challenge. The cool breeze whistled thru the treetops and gave my sweaty body a sudden chill. I had not noticed how much I had been exerting myself, until I got to a flatter stretch of trail and stop to look behind. You were about 10 steps behind me, steadily coming up the path, your hair made up into two shoulder-length braids that bounced from side to side as your strong legs, bare under thihg-high tight hiking short, powered you forward. Your hands gripped the hiking stick as you took step after step, determinedly looking down as well, but when you noticed I had stopped, you looked up, saw me stopped, smiled and caught your breath. Beads of sweat that had formed on your brow rolled down your checks, and you casually wiped them off with the handkerchief you had picked up as a souvenir from the little general store in the town at the trailhead. The sunlight glinted off of your lower lip, as you lightly panted, before taking the last few steps to where I was standing. We had crossed paths with a few other hikers but the trail was surprisingly empty on this stretch. Bad weather had been forecast for this late spring weekend, but we decided to come out anyway, and were lucky to have been rewarded with blue skies, light breeze and warm sunlight shining thru the trees above the trail. “Where to next?” You asked, gripping both hands on your hiking stick, leaning on it to give your legs a bit of a break. I looked down at your feet first, noticing how small your hiking boots looked compared to mine. Your socks were still high up your calves, you having chosen that style versus the ankle-highs that all of the other hikers seemed to prefer now. I kept looking up and noticed how tight your athletic shirt gripped your torso, your well rounded tits perked up and small bumps showing nipples underneath that had felt the chilled of the breeze against sweaty skin, and curly locks of hair had fought away from your braids, glistening brown-red in the sunlight. “Hey, my face is up here!” You complained playfully. I caught myself and laughed, looking up at you, and pulling you in for a kiss. You yielded your head back as my lips met yours, tasting your salty skin, my tongue lightly hunting for yours and finally meeting it. Just as swiftly as I had reached in, I pulled back and you gripped my arm, your eyes closed for a moment and then I said, “let’s go off trail a bit west, there’s a nice overlook, according to the map”. “Okay” you said although I heard a bit of a grumble in your tone. Your nipples had gone from small bumps to tightly defined buttons. I looked away and found a deer trail to follow westward. I pulled up my phone and marked our off-trail departure with a dot, so we could know where to come back. No point in playing Boy Scout and getting lost without knowing where to go later. The trail was actually easier than the main, as its narrow profile followed a natural contour along the ridge we had been climbing. Mushrooms of different kinds showed up along the sides of the path, some on dead trees, some growing on the ground. My mind wondered thinking how early people had found out whether or not any of them were edible, sometimes the hard way. Without much notice, you forged past me as I had stopped for a moment too long to take a picture of a mushroom growing amongst some moist moss. “Let’s go, nature boy! I’m getting hungry and there’s no lunch until we get to that overlook.” You said as you passed me, your small frame purposefully striding along. I smiled and kept moving, this time behind you. The sun was just about overhead, its rays shining on your back, as you moved ahead of me. I looked down as before but quickly decided to look ahead, watching your tightly-defined ass as you powered forward. A bit of sweat had run down your back, marking with a wet vee the top of your ass. I felt my cock hardening under my shorts, and kept walking in silence, enjoying the up and down motion of your cheeks. About 15 minutes later the woods began to give way ahead of us, and we soon reached a clearing with large rocks lining against the sky. You stopped, smiled looking back, and said “almost there!” As you kept moving towards the rocks. Your energy seemed endless, as I was already panting trying to keep up with you. I saw now that you had been a bit annoyed following me along the trail, as you clearly had more stamina than me and should had been leading the whole time. Climbing one last stretched we reached the top of three large, flat boulders, that abutted each other, making a natural platform. A breathless vista stretched ahead of us. A valley sloped down and away with a verdant carpet of oaks, pines and birches covering the jagged terrain. A clearing at the bottom was lined with grass, as a fast moving creek sparkled in the sun, its waters rushing thru rocks and boulders, carrying the spring melt of the mountains far away down towards a river. We stood at first, staring, and then slowly sat down, our backpacks still strapped to us. I had barely noticed mine after the long morning walk. I lowered mine off of my back, and took out my water bottle, taking a big swig, letting some of the water drip down my chin and onto my chests, the cool feeling making me shiver a bit. I saw you drinking and still looking ahead, the sweat having left streaks of white salt along your cheeks, red and flush with the strain of the walk. You rested your hands on your knees, your pack still on your back, supporting you. I unrolled my mat and reclined on my pack, closing my eyes for a second or two. I heard you unstrapping your pack too, and then silence for a few moments. Before I knew what was happening I felt your hand on my belt, and when I opened my eyes I saw you undoing my fly, my belt already open and limply hanging on each side of my shorts. You stole a glance at me, a salacious smile on your lips, and you reached into my pants to let out my cock, which was growing swiftly as you cradled it in you hand. You maneuvered yourself between my legs, your knees resting on my pad, as you took my cock in your mouth. I felt the warmth of your mouth on my head, and then slowly you took it all into your hungry mouth. Moving up and down, you darted your tongue along the lower face of my cock’s head, sending electric shocks of pleasure up my belly. I moaned, and instinctively gripped the back of your head, feeling your thick braids where they joined, gently guiding you up and down. I whispered to you “I want to taste your pussy”, and you stopped, licking the base of my cock one last time and making me thrust into your mouth, and then you pulled off. We quickly changed positions, and as you undid your pants I grabbed my sleeping bag and laid it down between the two mats we had by now stretched to help make the boulder we were stretched on a more comfortable venue for our mid-afternoon activities. I helped you lower your shorts, which were tight against your sweaty legs. Your boots were still on, as were mine, and I quickly lowered your drenched panties off of one leg and let them dangling from your ankles on the other. As you eased back against your pack, I buried my face in your soaked pussy, my tongue licking around at first, and then finding with a strong flicker your bone-hard clit. You moaned as you felt that jolt of pleasure surge all over your body. My tongue kept strongly massaging your clit, all business, no playing around this time. Your back shook and your hips thrust against my face, one of your hands on my neck and the other gripping the stretched sleeping bag, your knuckles white and your mouth panting and moaning “yes, yes, uh huh…”. I could feel your pussy melting in my mouth, getting wetter and wetter, until finally one last thrust of the hips and I heard you moan and squeal “I’m coming, im coming, Carlos, I’m coming!” And your grip tightened on my neck, pushing me in, and with a low groan you came, your body shaking, and then you lay still, trying to catch your breath. I pulled away, my beard wet with your come, and I looked at your face, still panting, and then forming a smile on your lips. You pulled me in for a wet kiss, and then whispered “put your cock inside me” You stood up, boots on and strong legs moving around me as I took the position you had before, my back against the pack and sitting on the mats and sleeping bag. You stood on top of me and I looked up. You looked down upon me, pleased, your powerful legs stretching from your boots to your hips, your unshaven pussy lording over the forest, hairs still soaking wet. Slowly you squatted down, again coming to me for a kiss as you knees took sides next to my legs, and with one hand you guided my cock inside of you. With a few gentle thrusts you took my cock inside you you, gasping when you had the whole shaft inside of you, and then you slowly began to rock back and forth . I gripped the small of your back, letting you drive the action, feeling your tits rub against my belly as you had put your head down, your braids rubbing against my chest. Thrust after thrust you took my cock in, your strong muscles gripping tightly against it, demanding what it had to give. I tried to hang on as long as I could, as the pleasure was immense. You gently moaned, your eyes closed, focused on what you wanted. I moaned lightly at first, but as I felt a growing itch on my cock, it became an unstoppable feeling, spreading like wildfire from my thighs to my back, my belly, my legs, and as it reached my arms I began to thrust against you, grunting and in barely intelligible groans I blurted out “Oh, Jackie, oh, Jackie, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, i’m gonna….unnnnnnngggghhhhhh!” And as that last guttural sound came out of my chest, sounding down the valley below, I thrust violently against you, this time my larger frame dominating your body as rope after rope of hot, white come began to fill your pussy. I kept coming, thrust after thrust, until I felt that my cock was sloshing inside you, my thick shaft surrounded by an enormous amount of sticky semen. I finally collapsed, and you stayed on top of me, as threads of our mixed come began to drip down my shaft. You lay your cheek on my chest, whispering “I can hear your heart thumping”. I had one of your braids in my hand and had absentmindedly taken apart its bottom, my fingers playing with your hair as I lay still, catching my breath. My cock slowly became soft, and I felt that thick goo run down out of your pussy and onto my belly, feeling cool now, the light breeze blowing between our sweaty, still joined bodies. A few minutes later you got up, and eased my cock, soft but still inside you, off of you, and you began to get dressed. You tossed your handkerchief my way, and smiled. I cleaned the mess off of my belly, and also got dressed. My cock still was dripping come onto my underpants as we saddled back up and headed back towards the trail, with you letting me lead the way. I now knew that while I was leading on the trail, you were the leader of this expedition.
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You opened them and quickly closed them again – the alarm clock on the bedside table flashed 12:57, on and off, on and off. You thought back on how it had been unplugged, and how you had turned off the light without resetting it. Your disorientation turned into annoyance-you hate seeing clocks showing the wrong time, and worse, the old “12:00” flashing on and off, reminiscent of the times no one set the clock on their VCR’s. Odd thoughts to be having in the middle of the night, especially after all that had happened. You closed your eyes again, but knew you had no chance of falling asleep just now, thinking about that night, and how you got there. The trade conference was about as predictable as could be, with the usual vendor exhibits, networking breaks and speakers, some informative, most dull, all scheduled in a tightly-packed timeframe that had Megan, Ethan and you rushing from place to place, trying not to trip in your new heels and business outfit. This first year at the consulting giant that you all worked for had been as hectic as expected, with long hours, frequent trips to urban hubs throughout the country where nervously eager corporate executives welcomed you on arrival, and barely noticed you when you left, as they knew that they would not be happy with your findings when the senior partners presented them with their reports and recommendations, no matter what they were. This conference actually let you three have a welcome break from that drudgery of digging thru poorly kept records from overworked office staff, methodically recording failures in corporate procedure, compiling records, and the rest of the work that “business consulting” really meant. Ethan in particular seemed more upbeat, his tall figure dashing between meetings, briefly smiling and waving as you passed each other along the convention center’s wide carpeted hallways, on his way to the next session, as you had all decided to divide up the events to cover as much ground as possible. This was your first big conference, and you wanted to show Sam that you were “up and coming,” as she’d love to chime with her high-pitched upbeat voice that grated you. You hoped to keep her as Sam, and not Samantha, as she preferred to be addressed by the associates who had “disappointed” her. She was Samantha to Ethan, and he also was hoping to get back to Sam. Megan just kept her nose down, and was in Sam territory for now, but Sam kept her under a close eye. You felt some of it may have been a bit of jealousy, as Megan was beautiful by all measures, her short red hair framing a perfectly symmetrical face, with deep green eyes and just a few freckles on her nose. Her petite body was athletic, but not overly so, and she looked just wonderful in her new green blazer and skirt. Why do you keep staring at her? You asked yourself once or twice as you saw her walking away after your brief hellos and goodbyes during the events. This had been the third day of the conference, and the three of you were exhausted from the walking, from the droning of yet another speaker using buzzwords like “holisticality”, “successify”, and they old but faithful “synergistic”, from the endless need to be “on” when meeting new people, as you never knew who could be your next big networking contact that could open doors to the pathway towards a Sam-like career path. You had shared time during meals together the previous dates when you could, but even though you shared a room with Megan, as part of the “efficacity ” approach to expenses at your firm, you had collapsed both previous nights without barely sharing a word. The first morning had been a rush for Megan and you to shower quickly one after the other, and you quickly decided to switch to Megan showering in the morning and you at night for the remainder of the days. “Efficacity” once again, you thought to yourself with a smirk. You picked night as that shower after the end of the day was almost blissful. Almost, because you were still not home, but in a room with a colleague whom you knew well but who wasn’t a friend. Although, she did seem lately more… you had dismissed that thought almost as it started. That third night was the big networking happy hour, and the three of you had made a brief stop at your rooms to change into a bit more casual wear. Almost mechanically, Megan and you began to undress, each focused on what to put on next. You both stood in undergarments rifling thru your clothes – you had unpacked into some of the dressers, but Megan, in her lacy black lingerie, and still wearing her knee-high stockings, was just tossing things around from the bag she never unpacked. Her back was to you, and you again caught yourself looking at her back. Her short red hair a bit flared from the messy day, her milky white skin contrasting against the too-sexy-for-everyday panties and bra. Her perfectly rounded ass met her back sharply, her profile narrowing at her hips and then gently sloping towards her back. “Fuck, I can’t figure out what to wear” you heard her say, breaking your staring spell. A bit embarrassedly you put your head down, finding the next outfit and moving towards the bed to get dressed. The party was surprisingly fun – after the obligatory speakers taking turns thanking people and encouraging them to have fun, which could happen if only they’d shut up, the liquor finally started to flow, and the Karaoke stage saw a parade of progressively drunker people take their turn belting out their favorite songs. One group consisting of a young woman and two seemingly right out of high school men, whom you’d seen manning one of your competitors’ booths at the conference, kept coming back time and again, having a great time. Megan, Ethan and you started a bit slow, still feeling like you had to network and stay respectable, but after the third drink you all were having too much fun letting go. Ethan at one point came back with a tray of tequila shots, wearing his tie as a bandido neckerchief over his mouth, faking a Spanish accent, and making you two laugh hysterically. Other people came and went as the night wore on, and you each wandered off a bit on your own, but you always gravitated back to your spot, meeting either in pairs or the three of you. The bar flashed its lights on, blinding you for a minute as you rushed to finish your last sips of the rum and cokes that those accountants from PWC had bought Megan and you. When Ethan came back, he pretended to be gay, and they embarrassedly also bought him one, to not discriminate in their minds, as they were cool and open minded in their own heads. Ethan peeled off, and then Megan and you followed behind. “To Infinity, and beyond!” Belted Ethan, his fist in the air in his best Buzz Lightyear’s impression. You jostled and laughed as you got to the elevator, and as you were pushed together you saw both Ethan and Megan’s faces, content, sweating a bit, and caught Megan’s sweet scent, which mixed with Ethan’s hit of cologne and sweat made you feel a bit intoxicated, more than what was due to just the liquor in you. Ethan was staying a floor above, but as you got to your floor, Megan said “Let’s raid the minibar!” You both hollered yes!, although you had no plans to drink anymore. It was your turn to take a bath, and dammit, you’d earned it. Plus, you needed to stop whatever you had felt was going on inside you. You stumbled together to your room, not drunkenly but just like a bunch of kids horsing around. Once inside, Ethan triumphantly produced a small bottle of rum that he had purloined from somewhere at the bar. Megan played the host and got two cokes from the minibar and tumblers to the small table at the back of the room.. Ethan said “Ice!” And made his way to the door, the ice bucket dangling from his wrist as he pretended to be a housewife on her shopping trip to the market. You made a quick excuse and said something about a bath or shower, and slipped into the bathroom without waiting to see Megan’s reaction. Once inside, as you drew the water, you undressed a bit clumsily, holding yourself as you stripped your stockings, and then undid your bra and dropped your panties on the floor towel. After adjusting the water a bit, you got in. The hot water from the shower sprayed your body and felt amazing. You let it drench your face for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, and then just spun slowly, letting the water flow down your neck, breasts, hips, between your legs and down your thighs. You reached for the soap and began carefully and slowly spreading the suds under your pits and neck, around your breasts and hard nipples (why, they are hard! You thought absentmindedly), then your hand reached down at your neatly trimmed pubic hair, and you began soaping up, then you put down the soap and began washing off the suds. Your hand wandered, and why not, you were just… but then your middle finger found your clitoris, and you let out an involuntary moan. Not loud, you hoped. You braced yourself against the side of the shower, and lifted your leg onto the top of the tub, and let your fingers wander more, this time back and forth, back and forth, the hot water still splashing down, forming a now thickening cloud of steam above you. You tried to hold back but you could not tell how loud your groaning was. You wanted to stop but thought “just a little more” when you felt a presence in the bathroom. You quickly stopped, and held your breath. “It’s OK” you heard a quiet, sweet voice say “I think I’m dirty too” and you heard the shower curtain rings slide along the rod as Megan stood there, curtain in hand, wearing her lacy bra and panties, but without her stockings. She eased herself into the shower and closed the curtain behind her, holding back some of the water that had splashed onto the bathroom floor. You still felt frozen, but were transfixed by the sight of Megan’s smiling face, being sprayed by the hot water, her red hair looking like a blaze of fire flowing down her neck. Her hands reached out and at first rubbed your chest, lingering at your nipples, drawing circles around them with her wet fingers. You felt an almost out of body experience as she squeezed them ever so slightly, before letting go and moving her hands to your hips. She closed her eyes and dipped down onto your belly, kissing you just below your belly button. With one hand you fumbled for the shower valve to shut off the water as your other hand came down gently on her shoulder. She followed her kissing down to your pulsating clit, and her first flick of the tongue sent a flash of lightning throughout your entire body, and your hand dug into her shoulder, your other hand grasping for the tub rail for dear life. She went down from your clit to lap a pussy that was dripping down with your wetness, spreading your lips with her hands, and you arched back and moaned loudly, as she moved her thumb to your clit again. She worked on this like she knew what she was doing, and your hand now moved to the back of her head, holding it gently, doing your best to hold back from your true desire to push her face deep into you. After a blissful few moments of this, she separated, came up to your face, kissed you deeply, her tongue hungrily hunting for yours, and then pulled back, whispered gently “let’s go to bed”, leading you out by the hand. This time, you took the initiative and as you got to the bed, you held her, from behind, and then undid her bra, as she eased her panties off. With a sudden flash of clarity and terror you uttered “What about Ethan?”. She put her finger on your lips and laid on your bed, the covers still on. You had never been with a girl before, but you were a girl, so you spread her legs, and did your best to lick and flick and lap and rub, as she at first quietly but with more and more vigor began to moan and groan, thrusting her pelvis onto your face. As you were about to put a full court press on her clit, you heard the door open, and Ethan’s voice with an exaggerated posh accent “M’ladies, we have ice! I had to travel to many floors to find…” and then he stopped, you turned around, to see him, your sculpted tight ass still in the air as you were kneeling over Megan’s welcoming spread legs. He was still, the little ice pail gripped on his right hand, his left still frozen above his head in some fake flourish he was attempting to perform. His eyes were wide open, and he stood there for some time. You turned around to look at Megan, you both smiled, and then calmly went back down on her. Megan smiled at him and said in a playful voice “put down the ice, silly, and take care of Jackie here”. You heard the ice bucket hit the floor as he must have dropped it, and as you busily got back to work between her legs, you heard Ethan shuffling out of his clothes. “I…I have a condom!” He said triumphantly as you felt him jump on the bed. “Good boy,” Megan said “there are some more in my purse if we need them”. A few moments later, you then felt his hands on either side of your butt cheeks as he spread you out and began to lick your pussy, a bit awkwardly but you were as wet as could be, and his tongue reached your swollen lips and pussy just enough to make you moan a bit as you kept pleasing Megan, who was also back to thrusting into you. You felt Ethan separate, and then grip the small of your back with one hand, as you felt his cock wander around your backside, pushing in but not quite getting in. As he slid above your pussy and across your ass, you reached back and eased him into the right spot. He quickly slid inside your expecting pussy. You felt him push slowly, and you pulled up your face and grunted loudly. He thrust in and out, in and out, gingerly, but deeper every time. “God, how big is he?” You thought as the flashes of pleasure kept coming with each of his thrusts. His cock was larger than you expected, almost too big for you, but with your arousal your pussy was widening with his thrusts and accepting all of it. He gripped your ass now with both hands and grunted with each pump, your tongue still trying to dance over Megan’s swollen clit, but more and more you had to pull for air, gasping with pleasure as Ethan’s vocalizations of raw sexual enjoyment became louder, and closer and closer together. Megan began whining and moaning as she now helped herself with her fingers, as you fully pulled up your face, and with your eyes half closed you stared at her face, fixated on her pursed lips, red and luscious, her eyes closed in a grimace of pleasure. “Here I come!” Panted Ethan, as he thrust violently against you, eliciting a primal scream from you, and let out a series of deep grunts, sharply pushing in and drawing out with each. With his first grunt your pussy exploded in a lightning bolt of pleasure, moving to your belly and across your extremities, making you shiver and shake uncontrollably. Megan, also jitterering, her legs still wide open and her hand wildly rubbing against their pussy, moaned “uhhhhhhhhhh….” with a guttural deep voice you did not think her small body capable of uttering. Her hand gripped the bedside table and as she pulled off she brought the alarm clock’s cord out of the socket, before letting go with her arms just laying out across the table. A few moments later you collapsed on her belly, and Ethan on top of you, his monster cock still inside you, his cheek on your back. You could smell the sweat and sex, but all that was to be heard was the triple labored breathing getting slower and slower. Her heartbeat was pounding, and you could feel Ethan’s on your backside too, hammering away. A few eternal moments later, Ethan slid out of you, and as you turned to watch you saw him walk awkwardly to the bathroom, holding his full condom in his hand, his now receding cock still hanging like a small arm between his legs, bouncing up and down with every step he took. You rolled of of her, and without a word, Megan stood up from your bed, plugged in the alarm clock back in, and got in her bed. She smiled at you as you observed her pull up the covers. Ethan came back a few minutes later, looking like a kid caught where he wasn’t supposed to be. He looked up and flashed a nervous smile, as he quickly got dressed, or half dressed, and walked towards the door with his shoes in his hand. As the door closed you turned back towards Megan, but she had already rolled over, curled up with her pillows. You just saw her shock of red hair, matted down on the back of her head, wisps still poking at all directions… You checked your phone, set the clock, and reset the alarm clock to 6:00 AM. The two hour flight back home was at 9:15am, and you all had a 1pm meeting with Sam to report on the conference. She’d want to know all the details. But not all of them would be shared.
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John and Becky had an amazing sex life. Nothing was off limits and they were always trying different positions. John had only fucked 2 other women before, but Becky was a bit of a horny slut, and any cock she could get, she would have. Nothing stopped her. She had lost count the amount of guys she had had since she lost her virginity 4 years ago. John found Becky quite wild, and he had to admit it, some of the things she was into he found a little scary. But most of it he was cool with, and didn’t have a problem with being introduced to new and exciting things. They had known each other through mutual friends for about a year before they started dating. The first time anything sexual had happened between John and Becky, they had spent the evening with their friends in the pub. After a few lagers, he noticed how hot she looked, and how cute her mouth looked as she sucked her vodka and coke through a straw. He couldn’t stop staring at her mouth, and soon realised he wanted to kiss her. He began flirting with her, just a little at first, but soon he was practically begging for her, and he longed to touch her. He didn’t realise that she would soon be touching him, in all the right places it would seem. John left the pub, and started to stagger back to his parents house. He had got about 100 yards up the road, when he heard someone calling his name, and footsteps running up behind him. He turned and there she was; this beautiful woman he had wanted all evening, lit up by the moonlight. She finally caught up with him, a little out of breath. Her chest heaved under her t-shirt, which turned him on. ‘So, you spend all evening flirting with me, and then you don’t even say goodbye?’ Becky question him. This took him back a little, and he replied ‘Sorry, I thought you had left already.’ ‘Yeah well, her I am, and now you can make it up to me.’ she said, with a twinkle in her eye, and with that she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. He instantly became hard, which she felt against her thigh. ‘Fuck,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Don’t mind if I do,’ She said, and ran into a nearby ally way, beckoning him to follow her. He did this, and she pushed him against the wall and kissed him again. Harder and more passionate. God, she made his cock ache for her. He couldn’t believe his luck, that he, a geeky computer engineer had managed to get his hands on the hot body of a dancer. She dropped to her knees, and looked up at him longingly. In one swift movement, she had unbuttoned his jeans, and fished his hard cock out of his boxers. She looked at it for a while, just teasing him with her fingertips. It was almost too much for him to bear, he just wanted to shove his meat in her mouth. He began moaning, and she obviously got the hint, and she started licking his hard length, her tongue flicking over the head of his erect penis. Soon, she got into a rhythm and the sight of her head bobbing up and down on his cock was an amazing one for him. He could hear people coming up the ally, getting closer to them. He whispered to her that perhaps they should go back to his house and carry on, but she didn’t stop sucking on his cock. He was thankful they were hidden in the shadows as the people walked past. He realised he found it a massive turn on, the fact that these people had been about 2 feet away, and had no idea what was going on. They could have been caught at any moment. Becky could sense he was about to cum. She wanted to feel his smooth sticky mess slide down her throat, so she started massaging his balls as well as licking and sucking his large member. John couldn’t contain himself anymore, and let himself go. It felt amazing for both of them, as lashings of his hot cum shot out into her mouth. She licked him clean, pulled away, got up off her knees, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. With that she walked off, into the night. John couldn’t believe what they had just done. He stood for a moment thinking about it, then suddenly realised he was stood in a dark ally on a freezing cold night, still with his jeans and pants round his ankles. He pulled them up, ran home, still horny over what had happened just a few minutes ago. - John and Becky had been dating for about a month, when she invited him over to her flat. She had planned to cook dinner for him, and her flat mate Sarah. Her flat was small, but in a nice part of town. They stood talking in the kitchen which joined onto the living room. They could hear her flat mate watching television. Becky whispered in john’s ear that she was horny. This didn’t surprise John. If there was one thing he had learnt about Becky over the past few weeks, it was that Becky was usually always horny, and she could always turn something mundane into something sexual. She hoisted herself up onto the work surface, and spread her legs a little. John could see she was wearing no knickers, which instantly gave him a hard-on. She could see his rock hard cock through the material of his trousers, and she pulled him towards her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her tenderly at first, then harder and more passionate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. ‘Shall we go to your room?’ he whispered. She replied with a shake of her head, and slowly unzipped his flies. She reached in for his cock, and he let out a moan. She stroked him for a while, and then she inched further to the edge of the worktop. Becky guided John’s cock to her tight vagina. As he pushed inside of her, she gasped for breath. He started to pound her sweet pussy, trying not to make too much noise because of her flatmate. Sarah, Becky’s flatmate yelled out ‘do you need a hand in there?’ ‘Urghhh, no its fine.’ replied Becky, trying to sound normal. From the angle he was fucking her, Becky knew she was close to cumming. ‘I want to taste your cum.’ John said to her, and he pulled his cock out and bent down to lick and nibble at her pussy. The feel of his warm breath against her, and the touch of his rough tongue made her even wetter, and within seconds she was cumming. He lapped at her pussy, and drank down her cum. It tasted sweet, just as he imagined it would. He stood up, put his cock back in his trousers, lifted Becky down, kissed her, and questioningly said ‘dessert?’ With this, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom for a damn good fucking. Passing through the living room she said to Sarah ‘dinner will be late.’. - One weekend, John and Becky decided to go for a walk in the local woods. John could never forget the first time Becky had given him head, down that dark ally one night. He had always wanted to repay her the favour some how, and he decided that today was the day, and he would take whatever opportunity he could get. As they wandered around the woods, the sun which had been bright and warm in the morning, was fading, and big black clouds started to appear in the sky. Before long fat raindrops started falling. They took shelter under a tree, but still got dripped on. John peered through the trees and could see some sort of hut a few metres away. John ran through the woods, and Becky followed. He reached the hut, and sat down inside, catching his breath. He looked up at Becky as she wondered in. Her t-shirt was soaked through, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, showing through her top. Her white t-shirt had gone near enough see through. Damn she was sexy, and she made him hard. He pushed her towards the wall, and pinned her there, facing away from him. He started kissing her neck, hard and rough, biting her and nibbling her ears. Becky was getting turned on by now, surprised as this was a side of John she had never seen before. But she liked it. A lot. She didn’t know what had come over him to act like this, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. She reached behind her, trying to feel his cock underneath his clothes, but he pushed her hand away. He yanked down her shorts and thong, bent her over slightly and pushed his hardness into her arsehole. She yelped in pain, but he took no notice, banging into her, again and again, pushing and driving his cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust. His throbbing cock filled her hole, and she felt like he was going to split her in two. He had given her no chance to warm up, just gone right on in there. His balls were slapping against her bum, and the sound was turning her on even more. John reached around and grabbed one of Becky’s boobs. He pinched at her nipple under her top, his thumb tracing the outline of her hard flesh. He then moved his hand down further, grazing over her toned stomach, finding her clit. He teased her for a while, then pushed a finger into her. Their moans became louder and louder, until neither could take it no more. Another finger in and she instantly came, arching her back and pushing her tits forward. This was all it took for him to be pushed over the edge. He filled her pert bottom with his hot liquid. They waited in this position for a while, let themselves get their breath back. Then he pulled out of her, and she could feel a warm trail of cum make it way between her arse cheeks. He spanked her lightly on the bum, kissed her head and said ‘that was pay back, my love.’ - One evening, Becky and John decided to go for a meal. As they were leaving the restaurant, Becky had an idea. ‘Lets go for a drive.’ she suggested. ‘Sure,’ replied John, ‘where to? What did you have in mind babe?’ ‘I’ll drive, I know somewhere nice we can go to,’ Becky said with a twinkle in her eye. They got into the car, drove for about half an hour down some country lanes, and finally she switched the engine off once they where in the corner of a car park. ‘Errmm, what are we doing here?’ John asked. ‘Relax baby, we’re just gunna have a bit of fun.’ As they sat in the car a while longer, their eyes adjusted to the dark, and John could make out other cars in the car park. To him it looked like some people were on the bonnets of their cars, and some of the cars we’re moving. He decided the darkness and the wind was playing tricks on him. He didn’t think Becky would bring him to a dogging spot, would she? ‘So what do ya think?’ She asked. ‘I ermm, I’m not sure what to think, to be honest.’ John replied. ‘Hey, we don’t have to do anything, can just watch for a bit if you want.’ Becky said, ‘But I think once we started, you would love it.’ John had to admit, it did turn him on quite a lot, knowing that others were having sex just a few metres away from them. Fuck it, he thought, what did he have to loose. He could try it, and if he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t have to do it again. He looked at Becky, looked down to her tits, further down to where her pussy was hiding underneath her skirt, and finally, his eyes rested on his raging hard-on. Jesus, he didn’t realise he had got that hard! Becky undid his trousers, and took a hold of his cock. She tugged on him for a while, turning him on so much. They got out the car, she perched on the edge of the bonnet, her legs apart. He bent down and started licking at her slit. He could taste her sweet juices as they dribbled out of her. He straightened up again, kissing her, and slid his cock deep into her. He got so turned on hearing the other people nearby fucking. One couple were being particularly vocal, and didn’t seem to have any inhabitions at all. Becky was gasping, and trying to contain her excitement. ‘Cum for me baby,’ John urged her. ‘I’m so close,’ she replied, in between deep breaths. It was no use, she needed to cum, and it needed to be soon. She let herself succumb to John’s pounding, and what she was witnessing that was going on around her. She took a deep breath, and buckled, letting out moans of pleasure of she felt the wave of orgasm envelope her. Although John was extremely turned on, he knew he wouldn’t cum tonight. Not in this situation. It just wasn’t really him, being this open about sex. He wasn’t completely comfortable here, not like this. But he was just glad Becky had been able to enjoy herself, and live out one of her fantasies which she had told him about before. - For John’s birthday, Becky took him away for the weekend. No where exotic, just to the Isle of Wight, but nevertheless, it was good to get away and spend quality time together. John usually got sea sick, so Becky decided to take his mind off the travelling. She told him she was going to the loo, and that he should follow her, and join her in there. No sooner had he walked into the bathroom, she pounced. He slammed him up against the wall, jumped up on him, and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him hard all the while. His cock went from flaccid, to a full blown hard on in seconds. She could feel his cock pressing against her as she tried to make herself comfy while balancing one foot on the bathroom sink. Her short skirt had ridden up to her waist, and her pink pussy was on show. He pulled his trousers down with one hand, whilst his other was around Becky’s waist, supporting her. He gently lifted her a bit, and then slowly lowered her down onto his stiffness. Her sharp intake of breath was all that he needed to hear from her to know he was hitting the right spot as he moved inside of her. He was banging into her hard, desperate to release his sperm deep in her tight wet pussy. He could feel her muscles closing in around him, gripping him more, as if pulling him in further. It was no use, he couldn’t hold back any more. He released his load into her, moaning into her neck as he did so. That was all it took, and the feel of him cumming in her tipped Becky over the edge. She shuddered to orgasm, and bit into his shoulder because she couldn’t contain herself. As they panted together and caught their breath, someone knocked on the door. ‘Just thought you might like to know we are docking now, madam’ said the voice from the other side of the door. John and Becky quickly got their things together, straightened themselves up, and made sure they looked presentable. ‘I think you cured my sea sickness,’ said John, with a wink. - One evening Becky had started talking about how good looking she found John's brother Rob, as well as his girlfriend Claire. John had to agree with her that Claire was a very good looking woman. So Becky suggested they have sex together, swapping partners. John wasn’t so sure though, after all, this was his brother and his girlfriend they were talking about. He brushed Becky's comments aside, and changed the subject any other time she tried to bring it up. - One Sunday morning John was woken by Becky sucking on his cock. He found this a massive turn on, and became even harder than she had already made him. She spent a while circling the tip of his cock with her tongue, and using her hands too. He could feel the loose strands of her hair tickling him. He was being turned on so much. Soon, she moved up and started kissing him. Then Becky straddled him, and slowly sat on his erect penis, inching her way down onto him, while he pushed into her tight pussy. She started to rock back and forth on his cock. He could feel her getting wetter, and speeding up. Suddenly, Becky stopped and listened. 'I can hear Rob and Claire fucking' she said to her boyfriend. 'I don’t wanna know.' said John, 'Don’t worry about them, carry on with me baby.' 'Lets have a contest,' Becky said. 'To see who can fuck the longest, and cum the loudest.' John wasn’t too convinced, but reasoned he had nothing to loose; after all, he loved the sound of people fucking and cumming. Becky started riding on his big cock once again, this time picking up more speed and becoming louder. Letting go of his inhibitions, John started being more vocal too. 'Fuck me bitch, yeh fuck me hard. You like my cock don’t you, you love my cock deep in you.,' he muttered. John started to slap her arse a little, and she leant down so her tits were just in reach of his tongue. He started flicking his tongue over her nipples, making them hard. He sucked on them, which made his cock grow even harder. He could tell she enjoyed this, as she let out loud moans. In the room next door they could hear Rob and Claire having sex. It sounded like he was doing her from behind; they could hear his balls slap against her ass. They were moaning loudly, their breathing heavy. Sometimes they could hear Claire saying she wanted him in her further, deeper and harder. All of a sudden, John and Becky could hear another noise, coming from John's parents room. They realised his parents Jean and Frank were also having sex. Jean was being particularly vocal, not caring her sons and their girlfriends could hear her. This turned Becky on so much, she accidentally called John, by his mum's name. By this time John had flipped her over, and was fucking her bum. He slapped her bum and she winced a little, but he knew she enjoyed it really. She was getting close to cumming, and they could both tell that Rob and Claire, and Jean and Frank were all nearing the finishing point too. Jean let out a scream, and Frank a deep long moan as his thick sticky spunk spurted deep inside her. Claire was breathing heavily, and Rob let out a short gasp as he unleashed his juices inside of her. This was all it took for John to let go, filling Becky's bum with his cum. Hearing the other 5 people in the house cumming, pretty much all at the same time was enough to tip Becky over the edge, who shuddered to orgasm. - An hour later, they were all sat around the dinning room table eating breakfast together, none of them bringing up the subject of what had happened earlier, but all of them secretly hoping it would happen again.
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James was hot, sexy and confident, with an amazing body. But Katie knew she shouldn’t feel this way about her brother. But she couldn’t help herself. She remembered the time she caught him wanking. Since that moment she had longed for his big hard shaft to penetrate her. Their sibling relationship had always been close, and this just seemed to bring them closer together. So, one day Katie decided to hatch a plan of how to seduce her brother. She knew the kind of girls he was into as he had spoken to her many times about how to get a particular girl. She dyed her hair a darker shade of blonde, drastic some may think, but to Katie, this was nothing. She needed her brother, and this was the least she could do to get him. She planned the evening carefully, when her parents were away. She informed her brother she wanted to cook them a nice meal, then spend the rest of the evening catching up, having ‘special time’ together. Katie spent all day making herself beautiful, getting her legs waxed and her pubic hair trimmed. She knew her brother preferred the ‘trim and tidy’ type as he had told her he got freaked out once by an ex who had had her whole area waxed. - James didn’t know what to think of his sisters suggestion of a nice meal. He was sure that is all she intended on it being - two siblings spending time together. But yet something niggled him. He realised his baby sister had grown up into a beautiful young lady, with a pert bottom, and the most fantastic tits. On many occasions he had wished she could help him out with his erection. But he knew this would never happen, would it? The day she had caught him wanking, he had left his bedroom door open on purpose, so that she would find him. He could tell the sight of him had turned her on, and later he overheard her playing with herself, which turned him on once again. This evening, he showered, dressed to impress, which part of his mind kept telling him was stupid, as he was only having dinner with his sister. But nevertheless, he wasn’t sure what to expect. - He was waiting in the dinning room when Katie appeared at the door wearing a short denim skirt which showed off her legs nicely, and a cute t shirt which clung to her breasts. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, and could she how hard her nipples were. She walked over to him and leant over him to pour the wine, seductively leaning into him perhaps a bit more than she would of usually. He felt her soft breast brush against his shoulder, and he could see down her top. James felt a bulge appear in his pants, and he tried to ignore it, but realised his sister had already seen it. He tried to cover it up, but it was too late. The sight of the bulge in his trousers had been enough proof for Katie that she really did turn him on. She had let her brother seen down her top deliberately. As she changed hands on the wine bottle, she accidentally on purpose let her other hand fall upon his cock. She quickly removed it, as if she hadn’t meant to do that, but it was no use. James grabbed her hand and put it back on his hard-on. She looked down at him and he leaned up to kiss her. His hands were grasping at her top, ripping it slightly as he pulled it off her. Katie’s firm bouncy breasts were unleashed and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She pulled him into the living room, onto the sofa. Their kisses were long, hard, passionate and needy. In between breaths he asked her ‘Is this what you want?’ She breathlessly replied ‘You should know me enough by now, that I always get what I want.’ He undid his trousers and took them, and his boxers off. His large cock sprang upwards and Katie knelt in front of her brother, stroking his manhood. He pushed her head forward, forcing her to take him into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, he let out a long moan. Watching her head bob up and down on his cock he couldn’t believe what they were doing, let alone his dream come true. ‘Oh my God Katie you have no idea how much Iv wanted this moment to happen.’. ‘Me too’, she replied with a mouth full. James lifted his sister back onto the sofa, caressing her breasts and inching her skirt up to her waist. Katie was wearing no knickers, which turned him on even more. His fingers found her clit and he started rubbing her, making her wetter and wetter as he kissed her. She longed for him to be inside her, she was so close to begging him, but before she could mutter a word, in one swift movement he had pushed deep into her wet pussy. She let out a slight gasp, and let herself succumb to his needs and wants. He pounded her pussy, wanting her to cum first. ‘Tell me what you want’ he said. Katie replied ‘I want to cum, I want you to let me cum. I want to be on you’. He granted her this wish, turned over, so she could slide up and down on his cock. Damn, she felt so good, he thought. She was riding him hard and fast, just the way he imagined she would, but it was even better than his imagination. He could feel her tightening up around his hard sharft. She was close to cumming and they both knew it. She beat down on his cock, taking his massive length inside deep. The feel and sound of her breath was amazing. Her moaning got louder and louder , her rhythm on him slowed as she shuddered into orgasm. It was all he could do not to cum. She turned him on so much. He flipped her over, and pushed himself deep inside her, taking her from behind. She was wimpering, and he could tell she was going to cum again. ‘Don’t cum yet’, he whispered. ‘Let us cum together’. She nodded in reply. He reached around and started to tease her nipples. This was too much to bear. His moaning let her know he was going to cum. He sped up his pumping into her, and let out a loud, long moan as he filled her pussy with his hot sticky cum. She, once again shuddered to orgasm, mixing their juices together. She flopped down onto the sofa, as he pulled out of her. She could feel their cum dribble out of her. Breathless they both stayed silent for a while. Katie and James both knew that was the best sex they had both ever had, and both knew it was sure to happen again. ‘Well I guess dinners ruined’, James said with a laugh. ‘Maybe, but that was so much better than any dinner’, Katie replied. She turned over, to face him. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. ‘Do you think it will happen again?’ she asked her brother. ‘Id like to think so,’ said James. ‘Shower?’ he asked her. ‘Come on then. Oh, you did’, Katie replied with a laugh.
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Chapter 1 When I was 16 my parents kicked me out of their house with a bag of clothes, a bus pass and $500. I had no idea what to do but knew I deserved to be kicked out I had a bad habit of doing coke and stealing their money to support my habit. As I walked towards the bus stop I knew I was fucked and I didn't know where I was going. It was 9 pm when I got on the bus and I knew they stopped running at 11pm. I fell asleep in the back of the bus and before I knew it the driver told me we were as far as he went. The red light district it seemed normal during the day but everyone from around the area knew not to accidentally find themselves there at night. And yet there I was. I got off at the stop and stood there still not knowing what to do. As I stood there in the cold black night all alone I was abnormally at peace when all of a sudden a black sedan pulled up next to me. The window rolled down and I assumed he would be asking for directions. But why would a tourist be lost at midnight I don't know it didn't cross my mind at the time. Then this voice that seemed quiet but confident asked if I needed a ride. I said sure as I thought he must have seen my bag and put 2 and 2 together. This was not the case. Once I was in his next question was “Well how much?” I responded naively “How much for what?”. Well he said What's on the menu? And I was just lost at 16 not getting what he was driving at at all. He said do you give good head? You have a tight ass? Now I saw he thought I was a hooker I knew I needed to get out of this situation and said I think you have me all wrong I don't do that I'm straight. As I went to get out of the car he grabbed my arm and said I don't think so. Then he started to drive. I was scared and begged him to stop the car and all he said was not till I get what I want we pulled up do an apartment building and he stopped. He grabbed me out of the car and drug me to his place. He told me to undress and when I didn't do what he said he hit me. I started to undress but left my boxers. He told me not to be shy because we were about to get to know each other a lot better. I pulled down my pants exposing my 3 in soft penis(its about 5.5 hard a little below average). He barked at me to get on my knees like a good whore and for fear of being hit again I did. He came over to me and told me to take his cock out I did like I was told becoming the good little whore he wanted me to be. When I did I was amazed at his size he had to be 6.5 in soft and really thick almost as thick as my wrist. He told me to say ahhh and as I did he stuffed his fat cock in my mouth. I gagged but kept going. I could barely breathe but was finding that I actually like the taste of his cock and that I couldn't get enough of his precum. I played with hist cockhead in my mouth as he started to get hard. As I used my tongue to play with his head I found my self playing with his balls and stroking his cock as well. It was becoming more and more enjoyable for me as I heard him moaning. Then all of a sudden he pulled out of my mouth and I figured he was going to cum so I closed my eyes and mouth but he told me to open my mouth like a good little whore. And as I noticed myself starting to take to the title I opened wide but he didn't cum he started pissing on me. It made me gag and I kept trying to spit but he barked at me and told me to swallow it like the dirty slut I was. I felt so humiliated and so dirty and so disgusting and yet my cock was hard, I was aroused. I was piss soaked and dirty when he told me to get on all fours. As I did I felt his cock head push against my asshole and I tried to protest but as his response he stuffed all of his 9 in cock in my ass at once. I was sure he tore my hole it hurt so bad I screamed and started to cry begging him to stop screaming no no no. My pleads fell on deaf ears as he rammed his huge cock in and out of me each thrust with more power than the last. Then he pulled out and grabbed my head and turned me around still crying and whimpering from the pain he told me to open my mouth and he stuffed his dick inside and I started sucking I could taste my ass but soon that was replaced with the taste of his cum that I knew I had to swallow and I did. He threw my clothes and a twenty at me and said “Maybe next time someone asks you how much you'll have a better answer.” Chapter 2 It was 3 am that night when I was thrown out to the street I had come from by what could only be considered my first customer. I decided I didn't mind making money this way since I'd already been forced to break all the boundaries I had. I went to find a quiet place to rest for the night. The next day I went to a public gym close by that had a shower facility and lockers you could rent for $3 a day. It wasn't a nice gym but I didn't need a nice gym I needed running water and a place to store my stuff while I worked at night. I grabbed a shower changed and left my stuff I relaxed throughout the day and ate what I could afford to. Around 9 30 pm the area started to see some traffic. And here it was tonights customer. He pulled up in a toyota camry or something and rolled down his window said he was looking for a date. I got in and then came the fateful question, but it wasn't delivered as confidently as last night. I asked him what he was looking for and he told me he wanted the whole package. I told him $100 and he said he didn't have that much cash how about $50 he said. Turns out I'm the cheap type and I took the deal. As he drove looking for a quiet spot I rubbed his cock through his shorts. He was already hard it seemed and he was quite small id guess 4in at the biggest. We found an industrial park and went to a dark spot. After he shut off the car we moved the back seat for more room. More comfortable now I moved myself in front of his cock and pulled it out. Like I had thought about 4 in hard but a nice big mushroom head. I teased him by kissing his cock head and flicking my tongue at it. Then I started to stroke him off tell him how nice his cock looked and staring at it like I was in love with it. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed my mouth onto his cock. I liked this kind of customer much more than my first. As I sucked his dick I noticed him leaning back and rolling his hips forward presenting me his ass and then he pushed my head lower. I found my tongue now at his surprisingly clean shaven hole now and being that he was paying I knew I didn't have a choice. So I shoved my tongue right in really unsure of what to do I just stroked his dick and darted my tongue in and out of his hole and the moans told me I was doing something right. Soon my finger replaced my tongue and his dick went right back in my mouth. It didn't take long after I started finger fucking him for him to shoot a load in my mouth and as he squirted I swallowed gulp after tasty gulp and the cum just seemed to keep cumming he must shot 10 good squirts before he was done. I knew he must be sensitive so I never let him out of my mouth I just kept sucking trying to put him through a hellish pleasure. To my surprise it only took him about 10 min to get hard as a rock again and soon there after I found myself bent over assuming the position readying myself for the pain. I felt his big mushroom head against my ass but then I didn't feel the pain I had readied myself for instead it felt great he may have been small but that head popping in and out felt great. He pumped as hard as he could and my dick was throbbing and without even touching myself I shot a load it felt great. Shortly after I came and was moaning in pleasure he grabbed my hips and thrust himself in me as deep as he could go and I felt spurt after spurt of cum fill me up. As he dropped me off and payed me all I could think was what a wonderful start to the night it had been. Let me know if you like
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There have been many amazing moments in my life that I love to look back on and the one I’m about to share with you is probably one of the best. Let me introduce myself, my name is Kevin and I’m currently home from college for my spring break. My break has been pretty uneventful up until now. The first two days, I was literally doing nothing but lying around the house. But on this very day my life got turned upside-down. It all began this morning when I woke up to discover that my younger sister Carrie was home from school today. “Hey Carrie how you doing?” “I’m doing good, tired, but pretty good.” “That’s good to here, but…aren’t you supposed to be at school?” “Oh, I guess mom forgot to tell you that we have off today, since it was an in teacher service day.” “Cool, well I guess I’m stuck with you today hahaha.” The morning went on as usual with us watching TV and hanging around talking. It was around ten in the morning when I was getting bored of watching TV and decided to go up to my room to jerkoff to some porn. I got upstairs, closed my door, and opened my computer and began watching all different kinds of videos ranging from teens to matures . I had the volume on low and was so engrossed by the images on the screen that I didn’t hear Carrie coming up the stairs. I thought I locked the door, until I heard the handle turn and the door pop open. “Kevin what you doing in here, you’ve been in there for over an hour and I came to see what you may be up to,” she said curiously opening the door to say hi. “Oh shit, Carrie close the door I’m busy!” She quickly closed the door frightened that she accidently did something. “Carrie I’m sorry I yelled, it’s just I had something that you shouldn’t have seen.” “And what was that… porn” “Umm…well…yeah,” I said nervously. “Well you shouldn’t be nervous to say that around me, when no one is home I look at porn all the time!” “Wait hold on you look at porn?” “Yeah, it seems like everyone does. How about you open your computer and we watch some videos together,” Carrie suggested. So we sat down in front of my bed on the floor and opened my computer. I brought up the site I was originally on and we decided on watching teen porn first. Let me described my sister for you she’s seventeen years old, is about 5 foot 5 inches, and has a very petite but athletic body. I always admired her and always wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. We were about three videos in when Carrie took her hand and began rubbing my crotch area of my pants. “Oops looks like someone is feeling really hard right now.” “Uh…uh” I couldn’t get a word out. Even though I said I always wanted to have sex with her, I didn’t think it would actually come true. “Little speechless well I guess I’m just going to go ahead and see what you cock looks like.” Just then Carrie pulled down my shorts, revealing my eight inch cock. “Holy shit! That thing is a monster. Kevin I never thought you had something that big,” she said in amazement. Carrie tried to grip the whole thing but it was just too thick. This scene and the expression on her face I will remember forever. She began to jerk it, but was still amazed at how long it was. “I assume you like it?” I asked. “I love it. You know this is my first cock that I’ve ever been around. I’ve been saving myself for you all these years.” “Wait hold on, your saying that you’re still a virgin?” “Yeah I still am, since we have today, I want you to be my first. Plus something might happen later that you will like,” Carrie said making me try and guess what it may be. We sat there for a few minutes, while Carrie continued to jerk my cock and play with my balls. Then without hesitation I lifted her head so she would look at me and laid a deep passionate kiss on her lips. As we kissed, I slithered my tongue deep into her mouth and in return she did the same. “Here let me lay down and my cock is all yours.” “Wait hold on, forgot to do something,” Carrie said pausing our session. Just then she pulled off her shirt revealing her beautiful tits. Then she pulled down her pants exposing the area that I long dreamed of. Her pussy was so fresh and as bald as can be. Carrie then lay down, going face to face with the cock that has been waiting for her. “Okay bro where was I, oh this is where I was.” With one hand on my cock Carrie opened wide and let my dick go straight into her mouth. She slowly wrapped her lips around my rod and gave me a sexy glare. “Oh I love you sis.” Her head continued to bob up and down on my shaft, pleasuring me and what I have longed wanted. I was surprised at how far she was able to go before releasing . Her warm breath and saliva all over my cock felt so good. She came up for air, jerked my cock for a minute and continued the amazing blowjob. “Hey Carrie, get on your knees, I want to try something different.” “What do you want to try?” “Deep throat.” So Carrie got on her knees as I stood up and aimed my cock straight for her throat. I slid my snake right in and held her head to go deep into that throat of hers. Most of my cock was able to get in her mouth and down her throat. “Oh that felt nice Kevin,” Carrie whispered as she came up for air. Then I shoved it back down her throat a few more times. She then came up and moved down to my balls. “Okay Kevin, your turn to do whatever.” “Aright, how about you lay down now and I’ll eat that pink pussy of yours.” I’ll say this again, I love my sister. She laid back and spread her legs inviting me to eat her out. I went in for the kill, I went all in and lapped up all her juices. I dug my tongue deep into her making her moan. “Oh Kevin…oh shit!” Her juices were so sweet and they tasted so good. The young un-used pussy of hers was the best and it was all for me. “Stay there, you’re about to have that cherry popped in just a second.” I turned around and with no hesitation I shoved my cock in and pop that cherry of hers. I wanted to get it down and over with to avoid too much pain. “Oh shit that fucking hurt.” “Well you’re officially not a virgin.” I pulled out to get her a second to recover. After a minute or two, I sank my cock deep into her and began thrusting. She was so tight, and that pussy was clenching my cock. I had to really work it, to loosen it up but I was able to go balls deep. After fucking my sister for a good half hour. I pulled out to give myself and Carrie a break, until the doorbell rang. My heart started racing not knowing what to do. But Carrie calmly said, “Oh I guess your surprise has arrived.” To be continued….
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This is a gay story featuring two teen males that start out straight! Be nice this is my first story! Study Hall 11:45 As I sat down at my desk I quickly look around to see the other high school students sitting behind and infront of me. Unfortunately, my best friend Luke wasn't in class. I thought this was strange because I had seen him at school the period before. "oh well" I thought to myself. I took out my textbook and got to work. "Bzzz", the school intercom roared, the secretary came on, "Would Brandon Louis please come to the office immediately." "Oh shit!" I screamed in my head, what does the principal want with me? I packed up my books and made my way down the hall to the office. The Office 12:05 The secretary saw me as I walked in , "Mr. Louis, would you I just got a call from your Dad, he says that there is a family energancy at home. He told me to send you there right away." I swung my backpack behind my back and sped out the front doors of the school. Outside East Side Secondary School 12:10 As I was leaving the school, I heard someone calling my name and giggling uncontrollably. I looked in the bushes and saw my best friend Luke sitting with his cell phone out and surrounded by empty beer cans. "What the hell?" I asked him. He simply laughed and then replied, "I called the office and pretended to be your Dad! Now you have the whole day off to spend with me!" "Haha! That's awesome man! So are you gonna chug all this beer by yourself?" I questioned, as I tossed a beer can at him. He handed me a can and then we jogged away from the school. Luke's Basement 1:04 We sat on the couch in Luke's basement, Luke was so lucky that his parents were divorced- he gets anything he wants AND his parents are never home! My head was spinning like crazy since I I've had like 4 beers! Luke though, was super drunk, he had been drinking last night and now again today he's had like 6 beers! "Hey Brandon, is this your first time drinking?" he asked me. I nodded my head. "Normally I drink alone... And I always Jack off while I drink too... You mind?" he said with a smile as he undid his belt and fly. I didn't respond but the big smile I gave him was apparently answer enough for him. "Im pretty horny too man, have you got any porn or anything?" I asked him, trying to look away from his hardening boner. He put a VHS in the player. He looked really focused on the porn, so I quietly ripped open my zipper and unleashed my 6.5 inch cock.. his looked bigger, like atleast 7 inches. Luke's Basement 1:25 It had been almost twenty minutes and neither of us have cummed yet. My cock was raw and it looked like his Luke's arm was about to fall off. He looked up at me, "Hey bro! I'm exhausted do you mind helping me with this a little bit?" a devilish smile slid across his face. (Although I was not gay and neither was he, as far as I knew. I still had to accept, he was smokin' hot, muscular arms, chest, awesome uncut cock and godly dirty blond hair. Plus I was still buzzing from the alcohal ;p). I reached over and clutched his cock like I would a gear shift. I stroked up and down sliding my hand from the tip of the shaft down to his perfectly rounded balls. Then I felt his hand grab my cock, I looked up at him and he winked at me. It was strange; after that little wink the entire atmosphere between us changed and after that moment the only thing I wanted was to feel his dock in my mouth. We both let go of eachother's cocks at the same time and I asked him, "What do I have to do to get a blow job around here, you drunk slut!" He lunged ontop of me holding my arms and legs down. Then after I wa pinned he opened his mouth, like a hungry hungry hippo and engulfed my entire erect penis. Although I loved the warmth and saliva in his mouth rubbing against my boner, the thing that made me want to explode was his tongue! It was madness; while my cock was in his mouth his tongue was lapping it like a dog. I started to moan and he realeased my penis from his jaws. I was still being held down by his hot, brilliantly shaped body. He lurched up my stomach and his mouth landed on my left nipple! If I wasn't trying as hard as I could to stop from cumming I would have totally blown a load. His tongue's moisture soaked my nipple and he worked it around in his mouth. "Holy Fuck Luke! I can't take it anymore! I'm about to cum!" I screamed at him. This warning clearly didn't mean alot to him because instead of stopping he kept licking my nipple and then grabbed my right nipple with his hand! "Slurp of my cum bitch!" I screamed as I overturned him and sat on his stomach, then I grabbbed my cock and shoved it in his mouth. "OHHHHH YES!" I moaned as I let loose my creamy semen in his mouth. I removed my cock from down his throat and looked at his face he had the biggest smile I had ever seen! Ibis cheeks were still full with my cum so I brought my face to his ear and whispered, "Dont waste my fucking cum! Swallow it Luke!" Luke took a huge gulp. "How does it taste?" I asked intently. "Amazing!" he said lickin his lips. "But dont worry you will find out soon enough bitch!" _______________________________ If you want more; make sure to email me at; [email protected] Comment and rate well please!
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1 The bus drops you off in front of the school and you follow the crowd of teenagers that moves towards the main building. It is almost 8.30 and your History class is about to start. You walk along the corridor and look at the girls you come across, not missing a glimpse of their legs which have been less and less covered as the days got warmer. Most of them are wearing short skirts now. As you walk along, you see Emily, a girl you fancy, taking a couple of books off her locker. She’s a petite brunette with long hair, white skin and a nice figure. She’s not the kind of girl that covers her face with make-up, but only puts on the reasonable amount to hide her imperfections. As you pass by, you see her looking around at you and smiling. What do you do? If you want to continue your way to the History classroom, go to 2. If you want to stop and talk to her, go to 3. 2 You smile back and keep on walking, catching a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes. You enter the classroom and sit at your usual seat. As the bell rings, a few seconds later, Emily walks in and sits at the row just in front a you, on the left. As the teacher starts explaining the lesson objectives for the day, you notice Emily eyeing you discretely. She then takes off her blazer, which gives you a good view on her boobs. They are not that big compared to other girls in your school, but you imagine that they would fit perfectly in your hand. She notices you watching, and now she discretely moves her skirt up to reveal a bit more of her legs. Hormones are rushing through your body, making you sweat, and she smiles even more as she sees your response to her tease. The lesson passes slowly and when the bell finally rings, what do you do? Go talk to Emily? If so, go to 4. Or Leave the classroom to go to your next class? Go to 5. 3 You redirect your course and walk closer to Emily who greets you with an even bigger smile. “Hi there,” she says. “Hi back!” you say. “What’s new?” “Not so much, just going to History. Is it me or does Mr Clark sounds more and more soporific by the lessons?” “You’re not wrong… I wish we could ditch that class.” “We would get into so much trouble!” you say. “Besides, where would we go to not get caught?” “I know a place, by the football field. It should be deserted at this hour.” She winks at you after saying that. What do you do? If you decide to ditch History and follow her to the football field, go to 6. If you go to History, go to 7. 4 “Hi,” Emily says. “Hi back!” you say as you both get out of the classroom and walk along the corridor. “Are you ok? You seem to be really hot!” “Yeah, it got really hot in here suddenly!’ “I felt fine,” she says. “By the way, did you understand any of that lesson? I have to admit I’m a bit lost with the Vietnam war.” “Actually, I got a bit distracted during the lesson. I didn’t follow a thing.” “You know what we should do?” “We should buy a bar!” you answer, jokingly. “We should totally buy a bar! But more seriously, we should meet at my house after school and work on that chapter with the handbook.” If you accept this proposal, go to 8. If not, go to 9. 5 You hurry up leaving the classroom, trying to breathe and clear your head which is filled with sexy images of Emily. You enter the next classroom for your Maths lesson and sits down at your seat. Go to 10. 6 “Alright then! I’ll follow you!” you say. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkle and she takes your hand and pulls you across the corridor. You both mix in the crowd, disappearing from any teacher’s eye that might have been watching and she pushes a door that leads to the outside. “I’ve never done this! This is exciting!” You keep running until you reach a small building next to the football field. Emily lets go of your hand and puts her hand on the door knob. “They usually don’t lock it. Let’s see if we are lucky!” She turns the knob and the door opens. She walks inside and you follow her. The room is actually some sort of storage room where they keep football equipment. It’s a bit of a mess, but there is a bench. Emily drops her bag on the floor and straddles it, gesturing you to it in front of her. You sit down as well, looking at her devilish eyes. “We should be alone for at least an hour,” she says. “Ok, what to do with all this time?” “I know! We could play Truth or Dare! I’ll start!” she says without giving you a choice. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Have you ever masturbated thinking about me?” “Argh… I’ll have to say yes…” “Don’t feel embarrassed, I have too.” She winks at you. “Your turn then,” you say. “Truth or dare?” “Dare,” she says. “I dare you to show me you boobs.” “Hmmm, kinky!” She then takes her top off completely, leaving only her bra on. “Completely,” you say. She then reaches back and unhooks her bra which she drops on the floor. “Truth or dare?” she asks. “Dare.” “That top comes off too!” You grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it over your head and dropping it next to her bra. You notice her hungry eyes devouring your body. “Truth or dare?” you say. “Dare.” “Let me play with those boobs.” “Hmm… Be my guest, they are all yours!” You reach forward and your hand grabs one of her tits which fits perfectly in your palm. You caress her tit as she closes her eyes to enjoy your touch. You move closer, your other hand moves to her lower back and your mouth reaches the nipple of her other tit. As your tongue plays with it, you can hear her breathing increase, becoming heavier and faster. After a few minutes, she pushes you away and says, “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” “Show me how you masturbate when you think about me.” Surprised, you slowly stand up and unbutton your pants and take your dick out. She bites her lip when she sees your naked shaft and start stroking it. “Let me know when you come!” You keep masturbating and she leans back, spreading her legs even more and touching her crouch over her black thong. Her breathing intensifies once again, but so do yours. What you see in front of you is so exciting that you don’t think you can last long. Emily starts to moan more and more and that makes you do over the edge. “I gonna cum.” As you say these words, she sits up and grabs your cock, putting it in her mouth and sucking it eagerly until you cum. You spit your juice inside her mouth and swallow every stream of it, her hand still moving back and forth along your dick until there is no more coming out of it. Once she has swallowed all of your juice, she licks your shaft to clean it and looks up at you with a smile. “That was great!” she says. “We’ll have to ditch class more often!” “Whenever you want! You were so good at that!” “And you have seen nothing yet!” she says. “ “I want to return the favour!” “Not yet. Time is almost up! We need to go. But you know, with us ditching History, that means we’ll have to catch up. How about we meet at my place after class to work with the handbook?” “Sounds like a plan!” She picks up her clothes and gets dressed as you do the same. She then reaches for the door knob, opens the door slightly to see if anyone is there, and then says, “All clear, let’s go!” Go to 10. 7 “Actually, we’d better go in class,” you say, catching a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes. You both walk and enter the classroom, and you sit at your usual seat as the bell rings. Emily’s seat is at the row just in front a you, on the left. As the teacher starts explaining the lesson objectives for the day, you notice Emily eyeing you discretely. She then takes off her blazer, which gives you a good view on her boobs. They are not that big compared to other girls in your school, but you imagine that they would fit perfectly in your hand. She notices you watching, and now she discretely moves her skirt up to reveal a bit more of her legs. Hormones are rushing through your body, making you sweat, and she smiles even more as she sees your response to her tease. The lesson passes slowly and when the bell finally rings, what do you do? Go talk to Emily? If so, go to 4. Or Leave the classroom to go to your next class? Go to 5. 8 “That would be great!” you say. “What time should I meet you there?” “At what time do you finish school?” she asks. “5.” “Ok, me too. So how about we take the bus together to my place?” “Alright, sounds good to me.” “Perfect! See you then, I have to go to chemistry!” She winks at you and walks away with your eyes stuck on her bare legs. When she gets out of sight, you walk amongst the crowd, get to your Maths class and sit at your seat. Go to 10. 9 “I’m sorry, I actually can’t today,” you say, apologetically. “My parents want me home for some dinner with family friends.” “Argh… that sucks…” “Rain check?” “Ok,” she says, half-heartedly. “Well, I should go to Chemistry.” “Alright, see you later.” She walks away with your eyes stuck on her bare legs. When she gets out of sight, you walk amongst the crowd, get to your Maths class and sit at your seat. Go to 10. 10 The lesson seems to pass quickly but you still have time to get bored during the last fifteen minutes, as you finished all the exercises before your classmates. To wait for the teacher, Mrs Courtney, to correct them, you take your mobile phone out discretely and open Snapchat. You notice that Sandy, a classmate of yours, posted something new to her story before coming to class. Sandy is a tall girl, with dirty blond hair, green eyes and a very nice figure, though you have always found her skinny. She does not normally dress in a sexy fashion, more like elegantly, this is why what you see shocks you. It is a selfie of her completely naked with a caption saying, “I fuck for money, pm me if interested!” Then the screen moves on to another picture showing fares, “touching: $10, BJ: 25, fucking: $50, anal: $100”. You check your pocket and realise that you have $30 on you. What do you do? Send her a message to set up a meeting, go to 11. Ignore the Snap, go to 12. 11 Making sure that Mrs Courtney can’t see you, you send Sandy a private massage saying, “Interested, I’ve got £30 on me.” You wait a couple of minutes and get a reply, “Great, you’ll get to play with my boobs a bit before I blow you. Meet me in corridor C during the break.” With anticipation building up, the rest of the lesson seems to pass slower than usual. Mrs Courtney announces the start of the correction time, and you realise without great surprise that you had everything right. When the bell finally goes off, you run out of the classroom like the Road Runner and get to corridor C. For some reason, this corridor is always deserted, even though there are perfectly decent classroom and study rooms. But there are no toilets, no photocopying machine, and more importantly, nowhere to get coffee for the teachers, which may be why they always manage to move their lessons elsewhere. Only one girl is standing there, her back against the wall. Sandy, wearing her usual elegant clothes looks up at you and smiles like a banker before inviting you in their office. “I was surprised to see those Snaps,” you tell her. “Well, I need money and I love sex, so I only see advantages! Do you have the money?” You take the $30 out of your pocket and give it to her. She counts the bills and once she is satisfied, she looks back up at you and smiles. “Follow me,” she says. She walks in the corridor, with you following her and looking at her ass in those tight jeans. She finally opens a small study room, which is usually for pupils with a free period, and moves to another door at the back of the room. It is a small storage cabinet with shelves stacked with rough paper, handbooks and pens. Sandy turns on the light and closes the cabinet’s door behind you. “Nobody will bother us here. No one ever comes here and if they do, we’d have time to get dressed by the time they check the cabinet. We can just pretend we were getting some paper.” “You really thought this through! I’m impressed.” “I know,” she says, taking her blazer off. “As I said, the five extra dollars buy you the right to play with my tits for a bit, then I’ll suck your dick.” As she’s talking, she unbuttons her blouse, revealing a red lacy bra. She reaches behind her and unhooks it to let it fall on the floor. In front of you stand the nicest pair of tits you have ever seen. Not too big, not too small, perfectly shaped. You reach forward with both your hands and touch them both, caressing them gently and passing your thumbs over her nipples, which makes her shiver. You keep caressing them with circular motion, then move your mouth closer to one of the nipple before sucking on it, which intensifies her shivering and makes her moan lightly. After a few minutes of fondling with her boobs, she pushes you back and you feel her hands reaching for your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. With quick gestures, she kneels down and pulls your pants and underwear down at the same time, revealing your already hard cock. Without hesitation, she grabs it and moves her hand up and down its length. She moves even closer to you and puts the tip of your dick in her mouth, making quick circular motion with her tongue. Then she goes deeper, bobbing her head up and down, each time taking more and more in her mouth. Her mouth feels amazing around your dick and you realise that she’s trying to deepthroat you. It does not take long for her to manage that and you feel the tip of your cock bump onto the back of her throat. But she is not gagging, she’s taking it like a pro and keeps on sucking as much of your cock as she can. You feel your balls tighten and realise you will not be able to hold it much longer. Then she takes your cock out of her mouth and licks the tip as her hand in moving up and down, stroking it eagerly. She does that a short while and then goes back to her sucking, maoning as she does that. You are very close now, and as you tell her that, she speeds up her rhythm, using one of her hands to stroke your dick and the other one to touch your balls and you cannot hold it any longer. You cum so hard that the first stream of sperm almost chokes her, but she manages to swallow everything you throw at her, keeping stroking your dick with her hand and slowing down the pace. When you’re done cuming, she licks the length of your dick once again to clean any remaining bit of sperm, and then lets go as you catch your breath. “Damn, that was great!” you tell her. “Don’t forget to tell all your friends. I do girls too, by the way!” “Do you need money that much?” “It’s not that I ‘need’ it per say, but I’ve been thinking and I don’t want to refuse doing something because I’m short on cash.” “That makes sense.” You pull your pants back up as she puts her bra, blouse and blazer back on. Once you’re both ready, she opens the cabinet door and makes sure everything is clear. She does the same thing with the study room door and as you both get out of the room, the bell goes off, sounding the end of the morning break. “Before you go,” she says. “I never enjoyed suck a cock that much before! And the way you plaid with my tits! Oh my god! I regret you don’t have another $50 so you can put it in me!” “You really think so?” “Oh my god, yeah!” “Well, we can always do it for free?” you say. “Ahah! Nice try, but I have a business to run! Later!” She waves at you and walks off, disappearing in the crowd of students. Go to 13. 12 You are speechless in front of the Snaps you just received, and as much as Sandy is a beautiful girl, helping her into prostitution is not how you want to spend your money. You close Snapchat and put you phone back into your pocket. The rest of the lesson seems to pass slower than usual. Mrs Courtney announces the start of the correction time, and you realise without great surprise that you had everything right. Finally, the bell rings the start of break. Go to 13. 13 The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and you find yourself outside at 5 o’clock. If you accepted Emily’s offer to go study at her place, go to 14. If not, go to 15. 14 You meet with Emily and get in the bus with her. You find two empty seats next to each other at the back of the bus and get comfortable for a 20-minute ride. On the way, she tells you about her day, and as she speaks, you feel her hand landing on your thigh and moving up toward your crouch. She keeps on speaking as if nothing was happening. What do you do? If you decide to take action and put your hand on her thigh as well, go to 16. If you want to wait and see where this is going, go to 17. 15 You get home and your parents are not home yet. You go to your room and do your homework. At 6., your parents get home from work and tell you to get ready for dinner with the MacClearys. You go to the bathroom, take a quick shower and put on a shirt and the nicest pair of jeans you got. After 15 minutes, you come back downstairs and your parents are already ready to go. You leave the house and get in the car. Go to 19. 16 In response, you also put your hand on her bare thigh and draw small circles on it with your fingertips. You feel her hand go higher on your thigh and it doesn’t take long before her fingers brush against the lump in your pants. You also move your hand higher on her thigh, which makes her put her blazer on top of her legs to prevent anyone from seeing what is happening. You continue caressing her in small circular motions, moving a little bit up her leg each time. You feel her fingers unbutton your pants and pull the zipper down, and her hand slides in our underwear. Her fingers close around your cock and move up and down as your hand reaches between her leg. You touch the fabric of her panties and rub her clit through it. Both your breathing get heavier with the increasing pleasure you give each other, but so far none of the other kinds in the bus notice what is happening. Emily puts her head on your shoulder as you both continue jerking each other off. But before you have time to finish, she removes her hand from your underwear and tells you that you’re going to have to get off the bus soon. Reluctantly, you remove your hand from between her legs and button your pants again. You get off the bus and start walking to her house. “My parents are not home yet,” she says as she unlock the front door. “Cool! It’s going to be better for… studying.” She looks up at you and smiles. The door reveals a corridor on the left and stairs on the right. Emily takes her shoes off and starts climbing the stairs, offering you a really nice view up her skirt as you follow her to a nice, girly bedroom with teddy bears on the bed. As soon as you enter the room, she shuts the door behind you and locks it. “So, how about we finish what we started on the bus?” She then lifts her top completely off, revealing a black bras and takes off her skirt. She now stands in front of you in her underwear, looking at you with hungry eyes. You start taking your clothes off to your underwear as well and move closer to her pulling her close towards you in a deep, passionate kiss. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you even closer, her tongue trying to make way to yours. You open your mouth slightly and your tongues intertwine, making the kiss deeper. Your hands move up to her upper back and you unhook her bra, which falls onto the floor, freeing her magnificent boobs. You waste no time caressing them, and break the kiss to move your mouth to them and suck on one. Emily’s breathing gets heavier and she moans louder and louder, taking advantage of the fact that there is no one else home to unleash her passion. She takes a few steps forward, leading you to the bed and you both lie down on it, causing a couple of teddy bear to fall on the floor. Your hands move down on her body and slides underneath her panties, touching her bald pussy and increasing her moans. She does the same thing and grabs a hold of your hard dick again, moving her hand up and down its length to masturbate you. Your fingers find the entrance of her pussy and you slide on in, rubbing her clit. “Oh my god!” she says. “That feels so good!” You continue rubbing her clit more vividly, and she strokes you faster too. Then, after some time, she pulls your underwear completely down to have better access to your dick. You do the same, and after taking off her panties, you gain better access to her pussy and manage to get your fingers even deeper, feeling her juice soaking them. “I want you to lick me!” she manages to say between two moans. Feeling happy to oblige, she lies down on her back and spreads her legs. You go down on her, planting kisses all over her body until your mouth reaches her pussy. You stick out your tongue and attack her clit with it, licking her as if your life is depending on it. “Oh my god! That feels so good! Don’t stop!” You continue licking her, moving your hands to her boobs as you do so. You try to get your tongue deeper and deeper in her each time. “Oh yes! Just like that!” she moans. You feel her sweet juice mixing with your saliva as her hips make rocking movement against your face. “I want you in me, now!” she finally pleads. Without waiting any longer, you remove your mouth from her pussy but before you were able to climb on top of her, she pushes you vividly and you land on your back. She then straddles you, grabs your rock-hard cock and slides it in her without any sign of hesitation. She moves her pelvis up and down, crying with pleasure each time, looking at you in the eyes as she fucks you. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” She moves faster and faster, and you move your hips in sync with hers, which makes her moan even louder. “I gonna cum soon,” she says. “Me too,” you answer. “Cum inside of me!” You obey her order and move even faster as you both get over the edge, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. You fill her pussy with your sperm which drips all over the covers, but Emily doesn’t care, as she tries to recover from the orgasm. You both catch your breaths and kiss one last time. “Well, thank you for explaining the Vietnam war to me,” she said after you got dressed. “I feel more confident with this chapter now.” “Damn! And I wished you were gonna be a slower learner,” you said. “Well, I guess I need to review everyhting we did since the start of term. You know, the dates and everything, they’re hard to remember.” “I guess I could come by more often, then.” “Definitely.” She leads you to the door and kisses you goodbye. Go to 18. 17 You let her continue what she is doing and feel her hand go higher on your thigh and it doesn’t take long before her fingers brush against the lump in your pants. Her fingers unbutton your pants and pull the zipper down, and her hand slides in our underwear. Her fingers close around your cock and move up and down as she smiles devilishly at you. Your breathing gets heavier with the increasing pleasure she gives you, but so far none of the other kinds in the bus notice what is happening. Emily puts her head on your shoulder as she jerks you off. But before sending you over the edge, she removes her hand from your underwear and tells you that you’re going to have to get off the bus soon. Reluctantly, you button your pants again. You get off the bus and start walking to her house. “My parents are not home yet,” she says as she unlock the front door. “Cool! It’s going to be better for… studying.” She looks up at you and smiles. The door reveals a corridor on the left and stairs on the right. Emily takes her shoes off and starts climbing the stairs, offering you a really nice view up her skirt as you follow her to a nice, girly bedroom with teddy bears on the bed. As soon as you enter the room, she shuts the door behind you and locks it. “So, how about we finish what we started on the bus?” She then lifts her top completely off, revealing a black bras and takes off her skirt. She now stands in front of you in her underwear, looking at you with hungry eyes. You start taking your clothes off to your underwear as well and move closer to her pulling her close towards you in a deep, passionate kiss. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you even closer, her tongue trying to make way to yours. You open your mouth slightly and your tongues intertwine, making the kiss deeper. Your hands move up to her upper back and you unhook her bra, which falls onto the floor, freeing her magnificent boobs. You waste no time caressing them, and break the kiss to move your mouth to them and suck on one. Emily’s breathing gets heavier and she moans louder and louder, taking advantage of the fact that there is no one else home to unleash her passion. She takes a few steps forward, leading you to the bed and you both lie down on it, causing a couple of teddy bear to fall on the floor. Your hands move down on her body and slides underneath her panties, touching her bald pussy and increasing her moans. She does the same thing and grabs a hold of your hard dick again, moving her hand up and down its length to masturbate you. Your fingers find the entrance of her pussy and you slide on in, rubbing her clit. “Oh my god!” she says. “That feels so good!” You continue rubbing her clit more vividly, and she strokes you faster too. Then, after some time, she pulls your underwear completely down to have better access to your dick. You do the same, and after taking off her panties, you gain better access to her pussy and manage to get your fingers even deeper, feeling her juice soaking them. “I want you to lick me!” she manages to say between two moans. Feeling happy to oblige, she lies down on her back and spreads her legs. You go down on her, planting kisses all over her body until your mouth reaches her pussy. You stick out your tongue and attack her clit with it, licking her as if your life is depending on it. “Oh my god! That feels so good! Don’t stop!” You continue licking her, moving your hands to her boobs as you do so. You try to get your tongue deeper and deeper in her each time. “Oh yes! Just like that!” she moans. You feel her sweet juice mixing with your saliva as her hips make rocking movement against your face. “I want you in me, now!” she finally pleads. Without waiting any longer, you remove your mouth from her pussy but before you were able to climb on top of her, she pushes you vividly and you land on your back. She then straddles you, grabs your rock-hard cock and slides it in her without any sign of hesitation. She moves her pelvis up and down, crying with pleasure each time, looking at you in the eyes as she fucks you. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” She moves faster and faster, and you move your hips in sync with hers, which makes her moan even louder. “I gonna cum soon,” she says. “Me too,” you answer. “Cum inside of me!” You obey her order and move even faster as you both get over the edge, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. You fill her pussy with your sperm which drips all over the covers, but Emily doesn’t care, as she tries to recover from the orgasm. You both catch your breaths and kiss one last time. “Well, thank you for explaining the Vietnam war to me,” she said after you got dressed. “I feel more confident with this chapter now.” “Damn! And I wished you were gonna be a slower learner,” you said. “Well, I guess I need to review everyhting we did since the start of term. You know, the dates and everything, they’re hard to remember.” “I guess I could come by more often, then.” “Definitely.” She leads you to the door and kisses you goodbye. Go to 18. 18 You get home and you are greeted by very upset parents. “Where the hell were you? It’s almost 7.! Have you forgotten that we are invited by the MacCleary?” “Oh shit!” you say. “Yeah, ‘shit’! So hurry up, get cleaned up and put on something nice!” You drop your bag, run up the stairs to the bathroom, take a quick shower and put on a shirt and the nicest pair of jeans you got. After 15 minutes, you come back downstairs and your parents are already ready to go. You leave the house and get in the car. Go to 19. 19 After a 20-minute drive, your parents park the car in front of a gigantic house which kind of looks like the isolated houses you see in some horror movies with the cute, stupid blond getting stabbed to death because she had not locked all the doors and windows and living too far off civilisation for any cop to be there under 10 minutes. Even though this is the vibe you get from that house, it is not so isolated. You get off the car with your parents and walk to the front door. Your father rings the bell and a middle-aged woman in a red dress opens the door, greeting you with a smile. “Hello, guys!” she says. “Come on in!” You come in, saying ‘hi’ to her and her husband who was waiting in the living room. Then you hear footsteps coming from the stairs, and a stunning, short-haired girl appears in front of you. You have never seen her before. She has a nice figure, blond hair, blue eyes and a regular-sized chest. She seems to be a bit younger than you, probably 15 years old. She is dressed in mini shorts and a black tank top. “Oh, wonderful!” says Mrs MacCleary. “This is my niece, Jade. She’s spending a couple of weeks here whilst her parents sort a few things out.” “Getting divorced, you mean,” Jade says to her aunt. “You can say it, it’s not a bad word or a secret.” Mrs MacCleary seems a bit ill at ease, suddenly, whereas Jade has spoken with much emotional detachment. “Well, how about you two kids go upstairs until dinner’s ready?” “Sounds good,” Jade says, gesturing you to follow her. She leads you to a bedroom, the walls of which are completely white, without any type of personal decoration, really showing that it is a guest room, except for the big flat-screen TV with a PS4 pugged to it, which surprises you. You notice that a FPS game is on, but cannot recognise what it is. “You play video games?” you ask. “Yeah, why? Just because I’m a girl, doesn’t mean I can’t play! What are you, sexist or something?” “Well, yeah! At least I would have expected something like My Little Pony, or a cooking simulator.” She stares at you, shocked. But when you smile at her she realises that you were merely playing with her sarcasm. She smiles back at you, saying, “I like you.” “So what where you playing at?” “Resident Evil 6.” “Really? I heard that it sucked.” “Have you plaid it?” she asks. “No.” “Then why are you judging?” She moves toward her bed, grabs the controller and hands it to you. “Try it.” You take it from her and sit down next to her. “What about you?” “Just play a few minutes and if you like it, we’ll play the two-player mode.” You unpause the game and a zombie runs at you. With a slight moment of panic, you manage to find the right buttons to aim and shoot it just in time. You quickly get the hang of it as the controls are the same as Call of Duty, or that type of game. “Ok, I think you’ll be a worthy partner,” Jade says after five minutes of seeing you play. She takes the controller from you and gives you a second one. She quits the game and ***********s the two-player mode. You basically resume the game you started, but this time the screen is split into two, each of you controlling a different character. It does not take long for you to notice that Jade is an amazing player and with the two of you, the army of zombies coming at you seems to have no chance. But before you manage to finish the level, you hear Mrs MacCleary’s voice calling you for dinner. You get frustrated when Jade pauses the game and starts leaving the room. You follow her and sit down at the dinner table in front of her. You eat the entrée, as the adults speak about theirs job, and after attempting to mingle in the conversation, Jade and you give up and start your own. “So, any other hobbies apart from video games?” she asks you. “Well, I do like tabletop RPGs when my friends and I can get together at the same time. Apart from that, I don’t really have time to do anything with school things and all.” “Huh? So you’re a nerd? You don’t look the part. I’d expect an obese guy with glasses and very little social skills.” “Who’s generalising now? That’s because I try to keep a healthy amount of sport in my life. And I do have friends, so…” “Any girlfriend?” “Not exactly,” you say. “Gay?” “What, no! What about you?” “What about me what? If I’m gay?” she says. “No, everything you asked me. Hobbies and stuff.” “Well, I like movies, writing stories and video games. No. And sometimes.” Her eyes are fixed on you as you smile at her. What do you do? Do you wish to continue the conversation? Go to 20. Do you want to play footsy with her? Go to 21. 20 “So, what sort of movie do you like?” you ask. “All sorts. Mostly Superhero movies, but I would get hyped about anything interesting. I loved the biopic they made on Tolkien, and the movie that happens during the Segregation about that black pianist who wants to make concerts in the South. What is it called again?” “The Green Book?” you say. “That’s it! Fucking brilliant!” You continue talking about movies for a while, until Mrs MacCleary allows you to go back upstairs. The game you left earlier is still paused, and Jade sits down on the bed and grabs her controller. “Shall we end those zombies?” “Absolutely!” You sit next to her and grab your controller before she unpauses the game and it is time for another virtual blood bath. Once again, you make a pretty good team but the difficulty gets kicked up a notch. You get overwhelmed with zombies, but you’ve got each other’s back. Whenever a walking dead manages to grab one of you, the other shoots it before they have time to take a bite. And after half an hour, you finish the level. “Yes!” you both scream with joy. “Congratulations, newbie!” she says to you, putting her hand in the air, requesting a high five. “Thanks, boss!” you reply. You hit her hand but don’t break contact. Your fingers intertwine and you are now holding hands. Her eyes are fixed on yours and none of you say a word. She leans in a bit and kiss you on the lips timidly. You kiss her back, pressing your lips against hers even more. The kiss starts been more passionate when you hear a feminine voice calling your name. Your mother calls you to go home. “It was really nice meeting you,” Jade says. “I hope we can see each other again.” “Of course. Do you want my number?” “Sure!” You give it to her and she texts you so you can have hers as well. You kiss one last time, deeply and passionately, your arms around each other’s body, before you leave. Thirty minutes later, you are at home, lying on your bed, completely exhausted after that busy day. 21 You stretch out your leg until you find hers. When you touch her she startles a bit and removes her leg. What do you do? Keep trying? Go to 22. Or pretend nothing happened and continue the conversation? Go to 20. 22 Once again, you try to find you leg and when you do, this time she doesn’t move. You make stroking motions with your leg against hers, staring at her to figure out her reaction. She finally smiles at you and you relax. After a few seconds you feel her other leg coming into contact with yours. You resume your conversation awkwardly, as your legs caress each other, and then you hear Mrs MacCleary’s voice. “If you guys want to go back up, you can.” Jade does not wait another second, stands up and goes back up the stairs. You follow her and find her standing in her room. She does not say a word, but stares at you, sparkles in her eyes. You take a step closer to her, but then she says, “Close the door.” You obey and turn back to her. You take another step, she takes one as well and you are now just a few inches away from each other. You take her hand softly and she takes the last step which separated you two, the tip of her boobs coming into contact with your chest. You lean forward and your lips softly touch each other in a timid kiss. You kiss her again, but this time with more confidence and she follows your lead, pressing her lips harder against yours as her free hand lands onto your arm. The kiss gets deeper and you caress her lips softly with your tongue, thus making her open her mouth slightly to let it in. Your tongues stroke against each other and you feel one of her arms wrapping around you neck and the other one stroking your cheek. Your hand moves onto her back and you press her a bit more against you. Then you move your hand under her tank top and stoke her bare back with your fingertips. Jade suddenly release her embrace and breaks the kiss. “Argh… I’m sorry…” she says. “I know where you want to take this and… I thought I could, but… No. We won’t go any further. I hope that’s ok.” What do you do? If you want to force her, go to 23. If you want to be understanding, go to 24. 23 You do not answer her and lean in for another kiss. She lets you kiss her at first, but when you keeping moving your hand up her back, she tries to push you away. “I said stop!” You still ignore her and move your hand down underneath her shorts to grab her ass cheek and squeeze it. This was when it happened. The sharpest pain you ever felt in your entire life between your legs. You are folded in two, letting go of her, ready to drop on the floor as you realise that she has struck you in the balls with her knee. Before you drop on the ground, she rotates her whole body with her elbow armed and hits you in the jaw. You fall on the floor, unconscious. You come to about forty-five minutes later on a couch. You open your eyes and realise you have a massive headache. You are at home, in the living room, and you are not alone. Your father is also here. “Nice to see you’re still alive, son,” he says. “How do you feel?” He holds a hand out to help you stand up. You grab his hand and, as you were about to answer him, he punches you in the stomach, and another time in the face and you fall back onto the sofa. “That is what happens when you don’t respect women, son!” Then he walks away, muttering something you do not fully understand. You just lay there, coughing, waiting for the pain to pass. After some time, you find the strength to get up and stumble your way to your bedroom. You lie down on your bed and fall asleep (or pass out again, it depends how you want to look at it). END OF PART 1 24 “That’s ok,” you say. “I completely understand, no pressure.” You lean in for another kiss, and then step away from her, but she grabs your wrist so you don’t get too far. “Would you lie down next to me?” she asks timidly “Of course.” She takes a few steps back, still holding your wrist to make you follow her. She climbs onto the bed and wait for you to be lying on it to nestle against you, putting her head on your chest. You stay like this a long time, sometimes kissing and hugging tighter, until you hear a feminine voice calling your name. Your mother calls you to go home. “It was really nice meeting you,” Jade says. “I hope we can see each other again.” “Of course. Do you want my number?” “Sure!” You give it to her and she texts you so you can have hers as well. You kiss one last time, deeply and passionately, your arms around each other’s body, before you leave. Thirty minutes later, you are at home, lying on your bed, completely exhausted after that busy day. END OF PART 1 This is the end of the story. There might be a second day at school if I get enough positive feedback, and/or other interactive stories of another theme. Feel free to leave constructive comments, as it is my first time writing an erotic story, let alone an interactive one. Also let me know if there is a problem with the numbers. If we were doing it properly, I would have included dice rolls to determine the success or failure of your character’s actions, but I thought this was not the place for such complication. Let me know if this is something you would like to try. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
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One summer in my past I had a girlfriend, I had a good job, and I had a few beautiful friends. My girlfriend decided to spend her summer out of the country on vacation with her family. I couldn't leave with her nor could I visit her so I would just call her every now and then. During that summer I worked and worked until she came home and found the present I had gotten her for her b-day. It was a promise ring ( i was afraid of commitment so i didn't want to get engaged) i told her i promised to stay loyal to her and so on....She smiled and teared a little and said she loved it, She gave me this long wet kiss, and began to draw me closer to her, we were in the kitchen the house was also full, after all this was a birthday party. Jenny (My gf) said let's go upstairs, I didn't care that the house was full since she had been away for so long, I felt like I was going to bust when she started kissing me. When we got into the room, she immediately shut the door and grabbed me by collar and pressed her lips to mine, I couldn't help but oblige, her lips were so soft, her breath was warm, and it was ever so moist i didn't want it to end. we kept kissing, passing our tongues over one each others still not letting our lips part, my hands began to roam over her dress and start going up her leg, these were the softest and fit legs I had ever felt. I reached up to her ass which is by far the greatest ass that I have ever seen or felt on any woman, It is a nice firm and soft combination of a huge bubble shaped ass. I cupped her ass and noticed she was wearing a lace thong. At that moment i just had to see it, I broke our kiss and turned her around, slightly moved her against the wall and pulled her dress off, my god she had a great looking ass, and that thong just made it all better, black lace with a baby--blue bow, now that her back was to me i decided to take advantage. Her turn on spots have always been on her neck and back, especially when I am behind her and I she can rub her ass all over my dick and feel how hard she makes me. I began to slowly kiss back neck, and make my way down to her back, I could hear her gasp every time she felt me kiss her, every time i dragged my tongue in circles on her earlobe. She started moaning when i reached forward and began playing with her C cup breasts and puffed out nipples, she kept saying i want you inside me already, but i was just getting started, I hadn't even gotten to playing with her below the waist, but right before I reached down, she grabbed my left hand and began sucking on my index finger, slowly and softly I could feel her warm mouth and it was so wet i started to gasp a little. I reached down with my right hand and pulled her thong off, and slowly began to rub her clit,, every thing was wet, her lips, her pussy, her clit, her legs, she was soaking wet, and i started to rub her clit a little faster untill she started moaning, she let go of my finger and got on the floor. She was expecting for me to get on top of her, but i just came up next to her and began sucking on her nipples while my hand made its way down to the entrance of her pussy, Immediately two finger went in i slowly made circles on her gspot, while slowly rubbing her clit with my thumb, this drove her mad, I could feel she was reaching an orgasm, so i sped up up a bit when suddenly she convulsed and began to moan at that point I covered her mouth a bit so she wouldn't cause anyone to come knocking after she finished she panted a bit and said why are you using your hand to cover my mouth when you have a hard 9 inch dick to stick in it? Immediately she pulled my pants off, not unzipping or anything just yanked them off pnned me to the floor and took my dick as far as she could down her throat, gagging a little so she came up and said " fuck this, your fucking me and fucking me good" and got on she was so hot inside i couldn't believe it, immediately she started grinding on my dick, while going back and forth, I felt like i wasn't going to last, it felt amazing, Jenny's pussy was sopping wet, hot, and she was riding me like there was no tomorrow, her moaning was getting louder and louder, she kept saying " yes, yes O my yes, God i missed you Jerry, your dick feels so good inside me" at that point i thought I cum in her, but i just bit my tongue, and held for a longer, She had an orgasm and yelled as loud as she could "fuck yes" ( her sister came knocking and said what are you doing quit it mom and dad are going to hear you fucking your boyfriend in my room) I doubt Jenny heard because all she yelled was yes another one o my Jerry yes yes, she began to slow down when again she yelled o Jerry yes yes ooowoooo and panted are going to come baby??? o come for me baby, I want to feel you cum in my throat tell me when to swallow your big cock. I lost it there i pulled her off and stood up, immediately she went to work taking my whole shaft into her mouth and moaning, back and forth all the way again and again until I came down her throat and watched as it drizzled out through her cheeks. Immediately we got dressed fixed up her hair, and headed down stairs as if nothing had happened, worried that her parents might have heard something or had been told by Jenny's sister, but no everyone was fine. Except her sister of course who with a day at the mall would get over it. A little later we sang happy birthday and every one started to leave. It was getting late so I decided to head home, so we went out side and noticed it was already dark, we talked a bit about how her trip was and she seemed kind of rare thinking about the trip i asked and she said "nothing it was ok, though i don't want to go back soon" she kissed me and began to grope me, immediately I go hard again, and she said this will take our mind off things and pulled me around the house to there back yard, she got on her knees unzipped me and began sucking me already hard dick at first she started slow and ran her tongue around the head while she sucked, then she took it as deep as she could with out gagging and in no time she had me cumming. after that we kissed and said good night. She went inside and i drove home. When I got home, she immediately called and said, I feel so bad i did something horrible I should have told you. At that point I became concerned and asked whats going on babe? she said " I kissed my ex boyfriend when I was over on vacation it didn't mean anything but then we we went cruising the next day and we made out, after that nothing happened but I feel horrible if you want to break up I understand, but I love you and only you" I didn't know what to think or do so I just said Im not breaking up with you but i have to think and hung up. First thing I did was call up my best friend Nola ( btw she's smoking hot she has D cup breasts, thing little waist, red head, well shaped ass ( not that big or small its ok), and a great pair of long legs) I told her to come over that I needed to talk. Nola came over and I told her what happened, she said " that bitch doesn't she know how to appreciate you?" she asked me if i was going to break up with her or not and then did the strangest thing, she put her hand on my inner thigh, and said " you know you got options right" then slowly gave me a kiss and slightly slipped her tongue into my mouth, at first I moved her away a little, and thought to myself i can't do this I love Jenny, but with all the mixed emotions of being cheated on and secretly have a lust for Nola, I gave in grabbed her back and started kissing her. Nola had a sweet taste in her breath that was cooling and wet, she turned me on and she straight began to take off all her clothes. She asked " did you fuck jenny today??" I said yes why, she just pulled me to the shower and said " let get you all cleaned up for me" I didn't care i just wanted to fuck Nola, when we got in the water was cold and made her nipples get rock hard. I bent down to suck on them and she just hugged me to her, and told me to bite, I love bitting and jenny hates it, but Nola by god this girl was amazing and i just bit on her nipple so she got some soap, and started washing my dick. It felt more like she was lubbing me up and giving me a handjob then washing it. then she washed my hard chest and back, rinsed and said Fuck me in your shower, your bed, your kitchen, your garage, and your car. I know you love her but tonight your mine, after tonight we can play every now and then but itll be hard because I love you. I was stunned and started to feel a bit bad she noticed and said Ive been wanting ur dick for months now, so you better fuck me and fuck me good. So i did as i was told I picked her up and slowly put her on top of my dick. She was so tight my dick didn't fit in her, she said slowly Jerry, you have the biggest dick that I've ever been with, I slowly started to go in her but when i finally got in she squealed gasped and bit on my neck. then Yelled ooo my fucking god, I just came and all you did was go in me, You fill me so well, ooo keep going slow but don't stop. I was slowly thrust in her i was nibbiling on her ear and kissing her on the mouth when she said oooo my god oo my god Jerry again another orgasm. Then she said lets go to your bed I need to ride you. we went to the bed and she with out hesitation through me on to it and straddled my dick. She rode me for what seemed to be five minutes and convulsed stronger then I had ever seen a girl do. She couldn't even yell she just gasped for air and then collapsed on top of my chest. A min or two later she got off and said I'm done for now, but lets make you cum, So she got down and said mmmm Im a taste my pussy off this enormous cock, its almost as long as my face... and she started sucking, she tried taking it deep but keep gagging. After a while she got off a little and said she wasn't used to anything this big,and started giving me a hand job, then she started sucking me off again, though I think that turned her on because she got up said slid me over to the side of the bed and rode me in a reverse cow girl position she was going slow at first I could feel she was completely adjusted to my size, but ounce the obstructions were gone she started thrusting on me hard and fast, I was loving this seeing her hour glass figure slamming back into me was driving me wild. Her moans alone were giong to drive me over the top, I told her Nola Im going to cum soon, she just said im on the pill don't you dare pull out I want to feel you cum inside me. then she yelled Im cumming im cumming ooo Im cumming, and I just let lose in her and she said oooo yes I can feel you Jerry fill me up.... OOO....she turned around and kissed me and went down and said I want to taste our cum together so she sucked me clean. That night she spent over and over the next week we had sex in all the places that she wanted to, after that week I talked to Jenny ... but that's to be continued
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There have been many amazing moments in my life that I love to look back on and the one I’m about to share with you is probably one of the best. Let me introduce myself, my name is Kevin and I’m currently home from college for my spring break. My break has been pretty uneventful up until now. The first two days, I was literally doing nothing but lying around the house. But on this very day my life got turned upside-down. It all began this morning when I woke up to discover that my younger sister Carrie was home from school today. “Hey Carrie how you doing?” “I’m doing good, tired, but pretty good.” “That’s good to here, but…aren’t you supposed to be at school?” “Oh, I guess mom forgot to tell you that we have off today, since it was an in teacher service day.” “Cool, well I guess I’m stuck with you today hahaha.” The morning went on as usual with us watching TV and hanging around talking. It was around ten in the morning when I was getting bored of watching TV and decided to go up to my room to jerkoff to some porn. I got upstairs, closed my door, and opened my computer and began watching all different kinds of videos ranging from teens to matures . I had the volume on low and was so engrossed by the images on the screen that I didn’t hear Carrie coming up the stairs. I thought I locked the door, until I heard the handle turn and the door pop open. “Kevin what you doing in here, you’ve been in there for over an hour and I came to see what you may be up to,” she said curiously opening the door to say hi. “Oh shit, Carrie close the door I’m busy!” She quickly closed the door frightened that she accidently did something. “Carrie I’m sorry I yelled, it’s just I had something that you shouldn’t have seen.” “And what was that… porn” “Umm…well…yeah,” I said nervously. “Well you shouldn’t be nervous to say that around me, when no one is home I look at porn all the time!” “Wait hold on you look at porn?” “Yeah, it seems like everyone does. How about you open your computer and we watch some videos together,” Carrie suggested. So we sat down in front of my bed on the floor and opened my computer. I brought up the site I was originally on and we decided on watching teen porn first. Let me described my sister for you she’s seventeen years old, is about 5 foot 5 inches, and has a very petite but athletic body. I always admired her and always wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. We were about three videos in when Carrie took her hand and began rubbing my crotch area of my pants. “Oops looks like someone is feeling really hard right now.” “Uh…uh” I couldn’t get a word out. Even though I said I always wanted to have sex with her, I didn’t think it would actually come true. “Little speechless well I guess I’m just going to go ahead and see what you cock looks like.” Just then Carrie pulled down my shorts, revealing my eight inch cock. “Holy shit! That thing is a monster. Kevin I never thought you had something that big,” she said in amazement. Carrie tried to grip the whole thing but it was just too thick. This scene and the expression on her face I will remember forever. She began to jerk it, but was still amazed at how long it was. “I assume you like it?” I asked. “I love it. You know this is my first cock that I’ve ever been around. I’ve been saving myself for you all these years.” “Wait hold on, your saying that you’re still a virgin?” “Yeah I still am, since we have today, I want you to be my first. Plus something might happen later that you will like,” Carrie said making me try and guess what it may be. We sat there for a few minutes, while Carrie continued to jerk my cock and play with my balls. Then without hesitation I lifted her head so she would look at me and laid a deep passionate kiss on her lips. As we kissed, I slithered my tongue deep into her mouth and in return she did the same. “Here let me lay down and my cock is all yours.” “Wait hold on, forgot to do something,” Carrie said pausing our session. Just then she pulled off her shirt revealing her beautiful tits. Then she pulled down her pants exposing the area that I long dreamed of. Her pussy was so fresh and as bald as can be. Carrie then lay down, going face to face with the cock that has been waiting for her. “Okay bro where was I, oh this is where I was.” With one hand on my cock Carrie opened wide and let my dick go straight into her mouth. She slowly wrapped her lips around my rod and gave me a sexy glare. “Oh I love you sis.” Her head continued to bob up and down on my shaft, pleasuring me and what I have longed wanted. I was surprised at how far she was able to go before releasing . Her warm breath and saliva all over my cock felt so good. She came up for air, jerked my cock for a minute and continued the amazing blowjob. “Hey Carrie, get on your knees, I want to try something different.” “What do you want to try?” “Deep throat.” So Carrie got on her knees as I stood up and aimed my cock straight for her throat. I slid my snake right in and held her head to go deep into that throat of hers. Most of my cock was able to get in her mouth and down her throat. “Oh that felt nice Kevin,” Carrie whispered as she came up for air. Then I shoved it back down her throat a few more times. She then came up and moved down to my balls. “Okay Kevin, your turn to do whatever.” “Aright, how about you lay down now and I’ll eat that pink pussy of yours.” I’ll say this again, I love my sister. She laid back and spread her legs inviting me to eat her out. I went in for the kill, I went all in and lapped up all her juices. I dug my tongue deep into her making her moan. “Oh Kevin…oh shit!” Her juices were so sweet and they tasted so good. The young un-used pussy of hers was the best and it was all for me. “Stay there, you’re about to have that cherry popped in just a second.” I turned around and with no hesitation I shoved my cock in and pop that cherry of hers. I wanted to get it down and over with to avoid too much pain. “Oh shit that fucking hurt.” “Well you’re officially not a virgin.” I pulled out to get her a second to recover. After a minute or two, I sank my cock deep into her and began thrusting. She was so tight, and that pussy was clenching my cock. I had to really work it, to loosen it up but I was able to go balls deep. After fucking my sister for a good half hour. I pulled out to give myself and Carrie a break, until the doorbell rang. My heart started racing not knowing what to do. But Carrie calmly said, “Oh I guess your surprise has arrived.” To be continued….
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I Love Hookers - Story 3 We used to have a lot of Peep Show places around town. They ranged from a small shop with maybe 10 little viewing booths; to few big ones that have up to twenty viewing rooms, sold sex toys, and even some live girl rooms. I first went to one of the smaller ones for my first adventure. I got a hand full of quarters from the guy behind the booth and made my way to a booth. It was quite dark, because everything was painted black, and only a very few lights. I opened one of the doors to an empty room, and there was a TV monitor with a slot for quarters next to it. I dumped in all my change, sat on the little bench to watch the movie. You could switch between about twenty different movies. I picked one that had big-boobed women on her knees sucking five guys. There was a tissue dispenser on the wall, so I took my dick out and started to masturbate watching the movie. It was sexy, but not a big deal. I shot my wad into my tissue as the last guy was shooting his big load all over the woman’s face. A few days later I went to the biggest one in town. When you walk in, you are in a big room where the sex toys are. I’ve never seen so many dildos of different sizes, and colors, with some so big you had to wonder if they were just a joke. The fake pussies were something I stopped to look at. They looked like a flashlight with a pussy on top. Anyway, I got a hand full of quarters and headed for the back. This was a much bigger room than the first one I went to, and not as dark. I picked a booth and found it much nicer and cleaner. But the movies just weren’t working for me again. I had a hard time even getting it up. So I decided to move on. As I was tucking my dick back into my pants, that’s when I noticed the glory hole. I wasn’t sure what to do so I looked thru and saw a man looking back at me. He said that if I put my dick in, he’d suck me dry. I said thanks, but no. I left the booth and walked the maze of booths to the back of the room. That’s where I found the live girl booths. Some doors were open, and some were closed. I looked into a couple of the open doors to see the girls that where available. I’ll admit they weren’t the best-looking working girls I’d ever seen, but there was something sexy about them sitting behind a floor to ceiling glass wall wearing just bras and panties waving as I looked in. I decide to go into one with a skinny blond girl wearing a bright red bra and panty and see what this was all about. As I locked the door, she pointed to the left side of the booth. There was a sign that said how much to put in for how long you wanted to stay, and a dollar bill accepter below it. I put in a bunch of bills; more lights came on then so I could she her better, and a light outside came on to let guys know the booth was occupied. I picked up the phone on the wall to talk to her. She asked what I wanted, and I told her it was my first time doing this and I didn’t know what to ask for. She told me that she could put on a show for me while I jacked off. She showed me all the toys she had and told me how much it would cost for how many holes I wanted her to fill. She then pointed to a hole, about the size of large softball, waist high in the middle of the window. She said that she could give me a hand job, suck my dick or even fuck me thru it. I looked closer at the window and found that it was made of Plexiglas and the hole was beveled very smooth. After some thought, I told her that I’d like a show where she would fuck herself with the HUGE double-ended dildo she had next to her chair. I passed the money thru the hole, and she told me to drop my pants and enjoy the show. I did as I was told and she took off what little she had on, and I started to see that she wasn’t as bad looking as I first thought. Her skin was a little pasty, but she had nice round tits, smooth belly, and a nice shaved pussy. She sat on the easy chair she had in her booth, and scooted her ass out to the front of the chair. She reached over and picked up the huge dildo. It was so big she couldn’t get her hands around it. She picked up a tube of lube and started rubbing it all over one end of it. She looked at me and asked if I’d like some of the lube for my dick. I nodded ok, and she stuck her hand thru the hole and rubbed it on my dick. I wasn’t expecting that she would have such a nice touch, and when her fingers touched my half hard dick, it became steel hard in seconds. I was wondering if I’d made a mistake by not getting her to do something to me. She just smiled sat back in the chair. Then she lay back with her legs on either side of the window, took the dildo and started rubbing the large head of the fake dick up and down her hairless cunt lips. I must admit that I became mesmerized by her act, and I started to jack my dick a little faster. She started easing the big dick into her pussy. Her pussy was stretching more than I thought one could. Within a minute, she had a good nine inches in her loose pussy. I didn’t think I could fuck her with a pussy that loose, but for some reason I was extremely turned on watching her fuck herself with that huge pink dildo. It was so base and nasty. She picked up the pace of fucking herself, and was looking at me in the eyes the whole time. She wasn’t making any pretence that she was having an orgasmic experience, but she was working it hard for me. I could feel my balls start to expand. She saw my eyes get wider and started yelling at me to blow my cum all over the window for her. Then I did just that. I shot stream after stream of sticky cum splashing onto he window separating us. My legs were shaking and I had to put a hand out to hang onto the wall so I wouldn’t fall. My orgasm was much greater that I expected. I think it was because this was so nasty. I looked at my load slowly sliding down the window and was amazed how much there was. I cleaned my dick off with some tissues and asked about all the cum on the window. She said not to worry; they had a boy that would clean it when I left. I noticed that she hadn’t gotten dressed yet, and she told me that I still had about ten minutes of time left. She asked if I wanted to see a couple more things. I said sure why not. She picked up some ping-pong balls and pushed them in her wet pussy. She was still sitting in her chair with her legs up on either side of the window. Then she looked up at me and grunted like she was taking a shit, and one of the balls shot out of her pussy and bounced off the glass. I was dropped mouth stunned as she shot the other two out. She said she could tell that I thought she was a loose pussy whore. She said that she might be a whore, but her pussy was her money and the most exercised muscle she had, and she was proud of it. She said that she now wanted to show me the other thing. She then bent over showing me her ass, and took a smaller dildo and inserted it into her pussy. She backed up to the window, stuck it thru hole and told me to try and pull the dildo out of her pussy. I grabbed it with one hand and gave it a pull. I DIDN’T BUDGE. She clamped down on it so hard that I couldn’t pull it out with two hands, and this was a pussy that was still slick from that lube she had used. She turned around smiling at me, and I had a new respect for this low end Hooker. She sat back down, lifted her legs till the dildo was pointing right at me, grunted, and shot that against the window. WOW was all I could say. I realized that I’d never asked her name, so I did. Her name was Pepper and she told me that if her friend in the next booth wasn’t busy the next time I came in, they offered a two-girl show that was sure would make me shoot even more cum. That sounded like something I might like to see. I put a tip thru the hole and told her I’d be back, soon. When I got home that evening, I told my wife Susie about my adventure. She asked a lot of questions about the “glory hole” and about Pepper with her big dildo and ping-pong ball shooting pussy. She listened over dinner as I told her everything. I could tell she was getting excited, because her nipples were very hard under her tank top. After dinner she led me to our bedroom for an early evening sex romp. We were fucking and sucking for about an hour, when Susie looked at me and asked if I was thinking about the show with Pepper and her big dildo while I was fucking her. I told her no, I was thinking about her pussy and how good it felt. I told her that Pepper put on a sexy show, but no one was as sexy as she was. She looked at me shyly and said that she was thinking about Pepper, and wanted to know if women went to these places. She said she thought she might like to go with me and see Pepper put on a show. When she said that, my dick that was buried all the way in her pussy at the time, EXPLODED!!!!! When I stopped shaking, she said that it seemed that I liked the idea. I told her that it excited me a lot, and if she wanted to go, we’d go. She asked if I’d let Pepper do more to me while she watched. I asked what she wanted to see. She wanted to see Pepper do what she had done for me, and then maybe fuck me thru the hole. I told her I do it, if she really wants me to. Then she asked about the glory holes. I told her that they seemed to be in most of the peep booths. She said that after we were finished with Pepper maybe she could suck some dick, if it was ok with me. I told her that it was fine with me, but it might not be a good idea to swallow. She thought it sounded exciting and kinky to suck a stranger’s dick. Not only a stranger, but also one she would never even see. She wondered how many guys she might get to suck. I told her it would depend how many men were there, but I was sure it would be as many as she wanted. She looked at me; her face a little flushed, and said that she could swallow mine right now. She then gave me a blowjob like none I’d ever had from her before. I thought if just thinking about it turned her on this much, I couldn’t wait till after the real thing. I picked her up from work early that Friday, and we drove over to the adult peep show. We parked in the back and went in thru the side door. Susie was holding my hand and walking very close to me. Her eyes were very wide, as she looked at all the sex toys spread out on the tables we walked by, running her fingers over some of them. There weren’t as many men there as there was the last time, but the ones that were there, were looking at her with hungry eyes. We made our way back to the girl booths and saw that Peppers door was open. We walked in locked the door, and I started putting bills in the slot, a lot of bills. Pepper picked up the phone, said HI, and wondered who the woman was. I told her she was my wife, and she wanted to see the show she’d done for me, and then she wanted me to fuck her while she watched. Pepper smiled and said that this was a first, but agreed. We settled on a price, and I handed the money thru the hole. She got the lube out first this time and stuck her hand thru the hole to rub it on my dick. My dick was hard as a rock this time and she took a little longer stroking it this time. I was oozing a lot of precum. Susie was leaning against the wall watching everything, and her eyes were wide with amazement. Pepper leaned back in the chair with the lubed the dildo and started rubbing it up and down her pussy lips. Pepper’s eyes where looking into my wife’s this time, and you could see by the look in Susie’s eyes, that was as turned on as she’d ever been. As Pepper was pushing it farther into her cunt, my wife pulled her skirt up and started rubbing her bare wet pussy. I now had a show on both sides of the window. Susie started using both hands on her pussy. She had three fingers from one hand inside, and the fingers on the other hand were massaging her clit. She started to shudder with an orgasm watching Pepper slide that huge slick dildo in and out of her cunt after about five minutes. She couldn’t take her eyes off Peppers pussy. Susie told me to fuck her now, that she couldn’t wait anymore. I rolled a condom on and stuck my dick thru the hole. Pepper took the dildo out pussy and backed her ass up to the window. She reached her hand between her legs and guided my dick into her pussy. It slid in easily, maybe too easily, and then she clamped down. I’d never felt anything like it. It hurt! She looked back, smiled, and loosened up a little and started fucking my dick, thrusting her as back and forth on my dick. Susie was asking what it felt like and was it good? I told her I’d never felt a pussy that could grip like that, and it felt real good. Susie was leaning against the sidewall finger fucking herself into frenzy, and then she started yelling at me to cum in that whore’s pussy, then she would suck my dick clean. With just a few more backward thrust’s from Pepper’s talented cunt, and I was shooting globs of my cum into the condom. I must have shot five or six loads, and Pepper kept squeezing my dick till it was almost dry. I pulled out of her pussy and turned around so Susie could take the condom off. She put it into her mouth as soon as it was free of the latex and sucked the last of my cum out of my dick. I’d never done anything like this before. I could hardly stand. I was so drained, my legs were shaking with pleasure. Pepper looked at us with a little amusement on her face as Susie finished cleaning my dick. Susie looked at Pepper and said that she hoped Pepper wasn’t upset about the “whore” remark. Pepper said not in the least. I was putting my now soft dick back in my pants when Susie asked if she would shoot the ping-pong balls for her. Pepper sat back, stuffed four balls into her amazing cunt, and shot them one after another against the glass. Susie was still finger fucking herself, and asked how she learned do that. Pepper took out a glass penis-looking thing with a lot of ridges. She said that she worked with this for a half an hour a day. She said that we could buy one out front, and after working with it for a week or so, Susie would be able to do it to. Susie asked if we came back, would Pepper fuck her with the big double-ended dildo thru the hole. Pepper smiled and said that was why she was here. Susie shuttered with a final orgasm at the thought of sharing that huge dildo with Pepper. We thanked her, put a nice tip thru the window, and went to find a glory hole for my dick-craving wife. Susie was wide eyed with excitement. She said that so far it was better than she ever had fantasized about, but now she needed a dick in her mouth. As we left the Pepper’s booth, some of the men standing in the hallway were looking to see which booth we went into next. We went into one in the middle. I locked the door and I started shoving quarters in as Susie sat on the chair. The movie didn’t matter much, we just wanted the booth. Susie pulled her skirt up, and started stroking her pussy. She looked up at me and wanted to know when a dick would appear. She said that loud enough that a second later a nice sized hard dick appeared. Susie didn’t wait; she pushed the whole thing into her mouth. She was deep throating this guy, trying to get him to cum as fast as she could. The poor guy on the other side of the wall was moaning louder than the one on the TV. She could feel him ready to blow and took it out of her mouth and began jacking him as fast as she could. In just seconds she was rewarded with six or seven blasts of cum on her face. The dick was pulled out, Susie looked up at me and said that this was FUN, but wanted more dick a lot more dick. Well, after she sucked many dicks, white and black, big and small, I finally ran out of quarters, and told her we had to leave. She said that was ok, because she didn’t know if she could suck another one anyway. Susie looked up at me and I could see that she had cum in her hair, on her face, in her ears, and all over her blouse. I started to laugh and remarked that I’d never seen that much cum in my life. I’d been stroking my dick as I was watching, and she told me to add my load on her face. A couple more strokes and I add my spunk to her smiling face. After I shoved my dick back in my pants, she said she wanted to she what she looked like, so I told her that the rest room was near the back. Then we stepped out into a hall full of men clapping and cheering. Some of the guys told her she’d sucked them twice. A lot of them were stuffing bills down the front of her sticky blouse. She bowed and smiled at the guys, and then she went to the ladies room. I went in with her and as she got the first look at her face, she just said “Oh My God”. She looked like one of those kid from TV where they get slimed. Then she tried to wash up; but when she came out she still looked well used. Her hair was matted down and sticky, she still had some cum dripping from her ears, and her white blouse was almost transparent from the gooey cum. Oh, and her shoes were sticking to the floor as she walked. She held her head high as we walked hand in hand into the front room where we purchased the exercise dong that Pepper had shown us, and also THE HUGE DILDO. The guy at the counter gave us a discount and asked Susie if she wanted a job in the back. He said that none of her girls could have sucked as many dicks as she did. Susie just smiled and told him that this had been a one shot thing. On the way home we tried to figure out how many dicks she had sucked in the hour we had spent in the booth. I told her I quit counting at twenty. She blushed and asked if I still loved her or did I think she was a cum whore. I told her that I still loved he very much. I went on to say that we were just opening new ways to explore our sexuality, and as long as we were honest and respected each other, we were going to have a long and happy marriage. I didn’t think she was a cum whore, or anything else but my hot sexy wife. She put her sticky head on my shoulder, her hand on my cock, and said as soon as we got home she was going to fuck me with every hole she had, after she took a long hot shower. And she did.
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As I lay in bed, I think about him..his muscular arms wrapped tightly around my naked body, his lips touching mine firmly as we share a passionate kiss, and the way he teases me before making me cum so hard for him. Fuck, he is amazing. As I get deeper into these naughty thoughts, I gently tickle along my collarbone with my fingertips..letting my hand sneak down my stomach and then back up underneath my t-shirt. My hands find their way to my breasts, slowly kneading them..pinching my nipples as they harden. I pull my hands away and suck slowly on both my index fingers, wetting them with saliva to rub over my sensitive nipples..I blow softly on them, causing them only to harden more. Giving each nipple a few more pinches, I slide my hands back down my stomach..teasing myself around the waistband of my shorts with my fingernails. I push down my shorts as far as I can, and I kick them the rest of the way off..left only in a lacy black thong and my t-shirt pushed up above my breasts. I let my right hand slide down between my legs, my index and middle fingers rubbing over my panty clad slit, feeling my wetness soak through the thin material. I press my fingers down hard over my clit, rubbing slowly at first but getting faster..a small moan escaping past my pink lips. After I accomplish getting myself nice and wet, I reach over and grab my favorite toy..a white vibrator just for my clit. I slowly push my panties down and off, spreading my legs nice and wide. I turn my vibrator on, teasing myself by tracing it over my nipples and then down my stomach to my clit. I gasp loudly as it first touches my sensitive clit, holding it right on it to drive myself insane. I slowly move the vibrator around in circles on my clit, moaning softly..imagining his tounge circling my clit while he looks up at me, loving that he can cause me such pleasure. I begin to speed up at this thought, but I slow myself down so I don't cum too quickly. I slide the vibrator away from clit, and down along my slit..letting it tease around my entrance. I slide it back up my slit, jerking my hips up as it returns back to my clit. I move the toy back and forth slowly over my clit, my breathing getting more and more ragged as I near my orgasm. Wanting to cum so badly, I circle the vibrator around and around on my clit, my hips moving in sync with the toy as I work for an amazing orgasm. My body begins to shake and I feel the familiar warmth rush through my body as I cum, moaning out loudly. With heavy breathing, I lay there..trying to calm down. Now, lying there naked, satisfied, and amazed..I think about how I wish he was there, licking me clean. I find my thoughts becoming naughty again as I lay there, and I start to get turned on once more. I slowly dip my index finger into my wet cunt, bringing my finger up to my mouth to suck my sweet juices off. Mmm, I think to myself how good I taste, and how much I want him to taste me. He is so sexy. The best part about him is that thick cock of his. I love the way my pussy hugs tightly around him, milking him for every drop of cum as it shoots deep inside me. I want him inside me so badly, right now. I reach over for another favorite toy of mine, my purple dildo. It's about the same size as him, and it works good enough when he can't satisfy me. I slowly suck on the tip of it, just like I would his..looking up at him as I work to taste his cum. I let the toy half-way down my throat, using my skills are pointless at this time..I just want to have another amazing orgasm. Pulling the toy out of my mouth with a 'pop' noise, I lead it down to my awaiting cunt..pratically grinning as I let my thoughts trick me for a moment, thinking it's his cock. I press the tip of the purple toy against my opening, moving it in circles before slowly sliding it inside me. I gasp loudly, needing to get myself used to the size. Slowly, I press it all the way inside of me..letting it stay buried inside me to the hilt for just a moment before sliding it back out, keeping the tip inside me. As I take a deep breath, I quickly slam the thick purple toy deep inside me..moaning out in pleasure. I slide it almost all the way out again, and then quickly back inside. Working it in and out of my soaking cunt, imagining him working that thick long cock of his in me. Telling him to fuck me harder and faster, knowing he will make me cum so hard. I increase the pace of my hand, thrusting the toy in and then back out, moaning uncontrollably. I feel myself edge closer to orgasm, and I slow it down just a bit. Not wanting to cum just yet. After giving myself just a few seconds to recover, I begin thrusting my toy back in and back out..not starting off too fast. After a few minutes, I begin to speed up my pace..my moans getting loud once again. Shit, I'm so close. I want to cum so hard..cum so hard for him. Finally, after all my work..I feel my pussy hug even more tightly around the purple toy buried inside me, milking it just like I would his cock. Moaning loudly as I cum once again for the day, all because of him.
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"Honestly, it felt as though the entirety of my world had come crashing down around me. I could feel the splinters of glass raining over my skin and leaving lines of red flaring pain. How did I do this again? How COULD I do this again? I'm so dead." The light from the overly large classroom suddenly becomes blinding as I try to focus my wavering eyes on my latest History examination. F triple minus. With this I know I'm doomed for the rest of the semester. I glance around the room and look at the faces of my peers. Some have the same expression as I do; Others are more morose. Grace Linking catches my eye and offers a soft smile. I tenderly smile back before lowering my head against the surface of my failure covered desk. The paper eases some of the coolness of the wood and I sigh. "MR. OLVERA! If you are unsatisfied with your test score you have an option to make it up. Please try not to bash your brain in before school tomorrow. That being said, I'll be notifying the parents of everyone with a C or lower. You are all dismissed." A collective groan arises from the class. Along with the rest of the zombies I gather up my possesions and I trudge out of the too bright room before the bell rings. At this school, it's always best to be early for your next class. The teachers understand that and always release us ahead of schedule. I bump into Grace in the hallway and she offers me another smile. This time I manage to paint my face with a shit-eating grin. Her smile widens and she begins to talk. "Hey, Oz. How'd you do on the test? I got an 85." Her face is almost as bright as the classroom. It hurts my eyes a little and I look down before pulling my test out of my backpack and showing her. "Ouch, that sucks. Maybe I should tutor you some time huh? Don't worry I'll take it easy on you Ozzy." She smirks. "Hey, I don't need tutoring, Grace. You don't need to save me from EVERY class. Besides, I'll probably never see you again. After I get home my grandfather is going to erase ME from history. Thanks though, I'll keep you in mind when I'm floating through limbo." "You're so dramatic, Olvera. I'm sure it won't be that bad." "Linking, if you only knew." "Well, Ozzy. If you need me, you know where to find me. Buh bye now." She winks before spinning on her heel and walking off to her next class. Grace Linking. I've always had a crush on her. Since middle school. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her that I'm just drawn to. Maybe one day when I'm not a complete dumbass, she'd actually consider dating me. Until then however, I'm Mr. Lonely forever. I shuffle my feet to my last class of the day. I have 2 less classes than everyone else; A reward for past performance. I wonder what happened? Oh yeah puberty, girls, and drugs. Yes, drugs. I smoke pot. Lots and lots of pot. I know people call it the gateway drug but I don't consider it a drug at all. It came from the earth and I like the earth. You know, because I live on it. I'm not stupid enought to bring paraphanelia to school though; I only smoke at home or out with the few friends I have. Spanish, my last class of the day. Muy mal. I hate it. I live in America. Why do I have to learn Mexico? Alright I admit that might have been a bit racist. I'm sorry. I can't help it though, it behooves me. I walk in with 3 of my classmates and take my seat at the back of the dingy classroom. Seriously, this has to be the least maintained and oldest classroom in the building. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken. Well, not broken but they sure as hell creak something awful. There's only one window and the view isn't even that great. I don't get it. All of the other classrooms in the school are up to date and modern. Why not this one? "Gooooodmorning class of mine!" Mr Gonzales shouts at what has to be the top of his 68 year old lungs. The class and myself mutter a half hearted buenos dias, senor Gonzales. He starts with the usual spanish vocabulary words before launching into chapter 12 of the text book. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I've got waiting on me at home. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. G has it out for me. He calles on me three times throughout the class. I muddle through the answers to his questions and throw my hand down on the old desk and start to daydream. I'm walking through old London at night. Fog is engulfing the city and it is strangely beautiful. I hear a scream followed by an erratic, "No please!" I run towards the scream while tugging my trench coat closer to my body. I turn into an alley and the fog clears quickly. Before me is a sight I'll never forget. A woman who looks like she is in her twenties is laying on the cobblestones. Her blood pooled around her and a hatcchet buried in her skull. "NO!" I shout as I come back to reality. The class is looking at me funny. "Senor Olvera, is something the matter? Or are you just tired of sleeping in my class?" The class laughs and I feel my face redden. What was that? I think to myself as the bell rings and the class begins to walk out. "Oz, stay here for a minute. I need to speak with you." "Yes, Mr. G." I grab my things and walk slowly to his desk. Geez even his desk is outdated. I put my bookbag on his desk and wait for him to start talking. He's looking at me with a strange face. I can't place it. He takes a deep breath. His white dress shirt looks like it's about to pop open. Was he always this fat? "Oz, are you alright? Is everything OK at home?" He asks, with a concerned expression. "Yeah Mr. G. I'm fine. Why do you ask that?" "Students don't generally have nightmares in my class. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class." He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. "Mr. G. I'm sorry. Yes, everything is fine at home. I bombed my history test earlier and I know I'm going to die when I get home. But I'm not being abused sir. My family is actually quite happy." "I'm relived to hear that, Oz. If you ever need help. Let me know. You're a smart kid and a fun student." He smiles and motions me out. I nod and offer a small half-smile before departing the classroom. The halls are empty. Everyone is already in their next class. The lockers in this school are standard. Green combo style metal cells. I walk to my locker and put in my combination. 14-37-60. It clanks and I open it and shove my book bag inside before grabbing my failure and closing the green beast. My car is an old yellow camaro. Dad's gift when I turned 16. I love it. I know everyone else calls their yellow Camaros Bumblebee, but my girl Annie never lets me down. I named her Annie after my favorite character from one of my favorite video games. League of Legends. I'm not too good at the game but it's really fun and I enjoy playing with people from all around the U.S. She rumbles to life and I grin. 0-100 in seconds. The best part of dad's gift is her engine. I'm a speedster. I can't help it. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. Traffic is great and I make it home in 10 minutes. The song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace comes on just as I park on the street. Coincendence? I think not. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. I know he got the call. He ALWAYS gets the call. I walk up to the door and it opens before I take out my house key. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. He smiles, he fucking smiles and ushers me in. I hold my head down and walk in. I hear the door close and I turn around and it begins. "Goddamnit Oz! How are you having this much trouble in History? Your father has his doctorate in Historical Studies. Your mother teaches History. Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? Give me the paper." He commands. I hand it to him and he sighs. "Come with me." He says, before turning and walking towards our basement door. "Yes, grandfather." I mumble as I follow him. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. He opens the door and walks down the 6 stairs into our finished basement. Oh, I forgot to mention. Our house is fucking huge. So fucking huge. My grandfather is rich as shit and no one knows what he does. We walk over to the big red couch and sit down. A cup of coffee is already sitting on the coffee table, steaming. I pick it up and sip. Ugh, black. He begins to speak. "Oz, I am a correctional officer." He says before sipping his own coffee. I bet his isn't black. "A correctional officer? Gramps I'm pretty sure they don't make enough money to fund this huge ass house. I've wanted to know what you do forever. What do you really do? It has to be something with History, you know so much. More than dad." My voice lowers as I mention my dad. It's been 3 years and I haven't seen him. "No, Oz. I don't work in prisons. I correct time." He takes another sip. "Listen, our family is special. We have a purpose. There are organizations that work to change the past for their benefits. We are the barrier that prevents this. Our family has been thwarting these organizations for millenia." "Grandfather..what..what are you talking about? You sound crazy. Look I know I messed up again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise. If this story is some way of manipulating me, you don't have to do it. I'll do better, gramps. I will." I smile at him. He doesn't smile back and mine fades. He groans and claps his hands loudly together. The lights go off and a light beams from the watch on his wrist. A glowing clock comes into view, it emanates from the watch. I can only stare. It's bright. Too bright. The look on my grandfather's face scares me a bit. It's almost cold and unfeeling. "Oz Austram Olvera, I Marco Alverious Olvera hereby induct you into The Family Your first mission. Protect Jack the Ripper from Fringe at all costs." He breaks his sombrerity and smiles softly. "Good luck, Austram." Before I can even mutter a response to aall of this it feels like my body is ripped apart and my sense go nill. Suddenly, I'm standing in the middle of a foggy street. My clothes have changed. A trench-coat. Old style trousers and leather shoes. There's a gun on my hip and my grandfather's watch is now on my wrist. Confused and a bit dazed I start to walk. This place is foggy. To the extreme. I can barely see ANYTHING. there's no one outside and the moon is bright. Too bright. As I walk...I hear a scream.
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"Honestly, it felt as though the entirety of my world had come crashing down around me. I could feel the splinters of glass raining over my skin and leaving lines of red flaring pain. How did I do this again? How COULD I do this again? I'm so dead." The light from the overly large classroom suddenly becomes blinding as I try to focus my wavering eyes on my latest History examination. F triple minus. With this I know I'm doomed for the rest of the semester. I glance around the room and look at the faces of my peers. Some have the same expression as I do; Others are more morose. Grace Linking catches my eye and offers a soft smile. I tenderly smile back before lowering my head against the surface of my failure covered desk. The paper eases some of the coolness of the wood and I sigh. "MR. OLVERA! If you are unsatisfied with your test score you have an option to make it up. Please try not to bash your brain in before school tomorrow. That being said, I'll be notifying the parents of everyone with a C or lower. You are all dismissed." A collective groan arises from the class. Along with the rest of the zombies I gather up my possesions and I trudge out of the too bright room before the bell rings. At this school, it's always best to be early for your next class. The teachers understand that and always release us ahead of schedule. I bump into Grace in the hallway and she offers me another smile. This time I manage to paint my face with a shit-eating grin. Her smile widens and she begins to talk. "Hey, Oz. How'd you do on the test? I got an 85." Her face is almost as bright as the classroom. It hurts my eyes a little and I look down before pulling my test out of my backpack and showing her. "Ouch, that sucks. Maybe I should tutor you some time huh? Don't worry I'll take it easy on you Ozzy." She smirks. "Hey, I don't need tutoring, Grace. You don't need to save me from EVERY class. Besides, I'll probably never see you again. After I get home my grandfather is going to erase ME from history. Thanks though, I'll keep you in mind when I'm floating through limbo." "You're so dramatic, Olvera. I'm sure it won't be that bad." "Linking, if you only knew." "Well, Ozzy. If you need me, you know where to find me. Buh bye now." She winks before spinning on her heel and walking off to her next class. Grace Linking. I've always had a crush on her. Since middle school. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her that I'm just drawn to. Maybe one day when I'm not a complete idiot, she'd actually consider dating me. Until then however, I'm Mr. Lonely forever. I shuffle my feet to my last class of the day. I have 2 less classes than everyone else; A reward for past performance. I wonder what happened? Oh yeah puberty, girls, and drugs. Yes, drugs. I smoke pot. Lots and lots of pot. I know people call it the gateway drug but I don't consider it a drug at all. It came from the earth and I like the earth. You know, because I live on it. I'm not stupid enough to bring any of it to school though; I only smoke at home or out with the few friends I have. Spanish, my last class of the day. Muy mal. I hate it. I live in America. Why do I have to learn Mexico? Alright I admit that might have been a bit racist. I'm sorry. I can't help it though, it behooves me. I walk in with 3 of my classmates and take my seat at the back of the dingy classroom. Seriously, this has to be the least maintained and oldest classroom in the building. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken. Well, not broken but they sure as hell creak something awful. There's only one window and the view isn't even that great. I don't get it. All of the other classrooms in the school are up to date and modern. Why not this one? "Gooooodmorning class of mine!" Mr Gonzales shouts at what has to be the top of his 68 year old lungs. The class and myself mutter a half hearted buenos dias, senor Gonzales. He starts with the usual Spanish vocabulary words before launching into chapter 12 of the text book. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I've got waiting on me at home. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. G has it out for me. He calls on me three times throughout the class. I muddle through the answers to his questions and throw my hand down on the old desk and start to daydream. I'm walking through old London at night. Fog is engulfing the city and it is strangely beautiful. I hear a scream followed by an erratic, "No please!" I run towards the scream while tugging my trench coat closer to my body. I turn into an alley and the fog clears quickly. Before me is a sight I'll never forget. A woman who looks like she is in her twenties is laying on the cobblestones. Her blood pooled around her and a hatchet buried in her skull. "NO!" I shout as I come back to reality. The class is looking at me funny. "Senor Olvera, is something the matter? Or are you just tired of sleeping in my class?" The class laughs and I feel my face redden. What was that? I think to myself as the bell rings and the class begins to walk out. "Oz, stay here for a minute. I need to speak with you." "Yes, Mr. G." I grab my things and walk slowly to his desk. Geez even his desk is outdated. I put my book-bag on his desk and wait for him to start talking. He's looking at me with a strange face. I can't place it. He takes a deep breath. His white dress shirt looks like it's about to pop open. Was he always this fat? "Oz, are you alright? Is everything OK at home?" He asks, with a concerned expression. "Yeah Mr. G. I'm fine. Why do you ask that?" "Students don't generally have nightmares in my class. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class." He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. "Mr. G. I'm sorry. Yes, everything is fine at home. I bombed my history test earlier and I know I'm going to die when I get home. But I'm not being abused sir. My family is actually quite happy." "I'm relived to hear that, Oz. If you ever need help. Let me know. You're a smart kid and a fun student." He smiles and motions me out. I nod and offer a small half-smile before departing the classroom. The halls are empty. Everyone is already in their next class. The lockers in this school are standard. Green combo style metal cells. I walk to my locker and put in my combination. 14-37-60. It clanks and I open it and shove my book bag inside before grabbing my failure and closing the green beast. My car is an old yellow Camaro. Dad's gift when I turned 18. I love it. I know everyone else calls their yellow Camaros Bumblebee, but my girl Annie never lets me down. I named her Annie after my favorite character from one of my favorite video games. League of Legends. I'm not too good at the game but it's really fun and I enjoy playing with people from all around the U.S. She rumbles to life and I grin. 0-100 in seconds. The best part of dad's gift is her engine. I'm a speedster. I can't help it. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. Traffic is great and I make it home in 10 minutes. The song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace comes on just as I park on the street. Coincedence? I think not. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. I know he got the call. He ALWAYS gets the call. I walk up to the door and it opens before I take out my house key. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. He smiles, he fucking smiles and ushers me in. I hold my head down and walk in. I hear the door close and I turn around and it begins. "God damn it Oz! How are you having this much trouble in History? Your father has his doctorate in Historical Studies. Your mother teaches History. Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? Give me the paper." He commands. I hand it to him and he sighs. "Come with me." He says, before turning and walking towards our basement door. "Yes, grandfather." I mumble as I follow him. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. He opens the door and walks down the 6 stairs into our finished basement. Oh, I forgot to mention. Our house is fucking huge. So fucking huge. My grandfather is rich as shit and no one knows what he does. We walk over to the big red couch and sit down. A cup of coffee is already sitting on the coffee table, steaming. I pick it up and sip. Ugh, black. He begins to speak. "Oz, I am a correctional officer." He says before sipping his own coffee. I bet his isn't black. "A correctional officer? Gramps I'm pretty sure they don't make enough money to fund this huge ass house. I've wanted to know what you do forever. What do you really do? It has to be something with History, you know so much. More than dad." My voice lowers as I mention my dad. It's been 3 years and I haven't seen him. "No, Oz. I don't work in prisons. I correct time." He takes another sip. "Listen, our family is special. We have a purpose. There are organizations that work to change the past for their benefits. We are the barrier that prevents this. Our family has been thwarting these organizations for decades upon decades." "Grandfather..what..what are you talking about? You sound crazy. Look I know I messed up again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise. If this story is some way of manipulating me, you don't have to do it. I'll do better, gramps. I will." I smile at him. He doesn't smile back and mine fades. He groans and claps his hands loudly together. The lights go off and a light beams from the watch on his wrist. A glowing clock comes into view, it emanates from the watch. I can only stare. It's bright. Too bright. The look on my grandfather's face scares me a bit. It's almost cold and unfeeling. "Oz Austram Olvera, I Marco Alverious Olvera hereby induct you into The Family Your first mission. Protect Jack the Ripper from Fringe at all costs." He breaks his sombrerity and smiles softly. "Good luck, Austram." Before I can even mutter a response to all of this it feels like my body is ripped apart and my sense go nill. Suddenly, I'm standing in the middle of a foggy street. My clothes have changed. A trench-coat. Old style trousers and leather shoes. There's a gun on my hip and my grandfather's watch is now on my wrist. Confused and a bit dazed I start to walk. This place is foggy. To the extreme. I can barely see ANYTHING. there's no one outside and the moon is bright. Too bright. As I walk...I hear a scream. CHAPTER 2 I cradle her head in my hands and mutter a silent prayer before removing the hatchet. Jack the Ripper..who was he? I can't remember. Fucking history man. I lay the cold woman down on the ground and wince as a rain-drop hits me in my eye. It starts to pour and I look around. Grandfather seriously better explain this fucked up shit when I get back; IF I get back. I stand up and look around. I'm in a narrow-ish alley. The bricks of the two buildings I'm surrounded by have been painted an ominous black. The paint only adds to my growing discomfort. I pull out my phone and try to dial the police but I get no signal. Besides, I'm clearly not in the U.S...would I even be able to make a call here? Well, people make international calls every day. Gramps wouldn't have sent me here if the purpose weren't for me to learn a lesson. He must have sent me back in time...it has to be something related to History of course. I shrug and start walking through the now fog filled down-pour. My shoes make and odd thumping sound with each step I take. "It must be the letter" I tell myself. The rain starts to lighten as I round the end of the alley. It seemed to only be about 10 ft long. My trench-coat is starting to soak and weigh more than it should. I work against slouching my shoulders and keep going. The buildings all so old and decrepit. Most of them are brick but there are a few American style houses. Probably folks who moved form America and got their houses built. In it's own way it was pretty cool. Though not as London-esque as I'd hoped it would be. My thoughts are swiftly cut off and I see blackness as a blunt piece of metal collides with my skull. I feel myself falling as my world spins and the collision spot pulsing as my life-blood flows out. I'm in a room surrounded by bright lights and beautiful girls. There is smoke in the room. Thick enough to choke Hulk Hogan. It isn't from tobacco or cannabis; That much I could tell. A girl walks up to me. She is breath-taking. She is wearing Indian style garb. I Don't know exactly what her clothes are called , but I knows she's gorgeous enough to be compared to the Goddess Shiva. I see the red dot on her forehead and crinkle my brow. I think to myself, "Isn't that head marking a religious thing? If she works here she must not be a good girl." (Smirk ;) She beckons to me and I walk towards her slowly. As I walk she mouths her name in the way most erotic way I've ever seen lips take shape. Kuri. I almost expel the air left in my lungs but I catch myself just as I get within talking range of her. Alright, maybe a little more than talking range. I couldn't help it. I was just drawn to her. She smiles and begins to speak silver into my ears. "I've been waiting for you, sir. Judging by your dress I see you're not from around here." "No, I'm not. How can you tell the difference though? It looks to me like I'm wearing just what all these other blokes (blokes? :D) are wearing. What are YOU wearing? You definitely look not from around here."` "You are correct, sir. I come from India. That's all you get, now it's time for fun." "Oz..OZ! Wake up!" I am awoken from my forced slumber by an angel. Grace? No, what the hell. "GRACE?!" I sit up slowly and rub my head where I was hit. "Hey, Ozzy." She smiles softly and I check my surroundings. I'm no longer outside. I wonder how long I was out. I'm still a bit dazed. MY head has been roughly bandaged up and I can feel it throbbing. Grace looks beautiful. She's wearing the same style of clothing I got here in. She's dressed like a tom-boy. If I hadn't seen her face every day..I'd have never guessed it was her. What the hell is going on? "Grace..what..what are you doing here? Where ARE we?" I ask with a tinge of nervous excitement. "Oz, I didn't think they'd throw you in so soon. I thought we had more time." She looks down morosely. "More time? Time for what? What are you talking about, Grace?" Her brown beret frames her head perfectly. We're in a bedroom. The bed I'm assuming she'd lain me in after she found me was not comfortable at all. I stand up and face her. She thinks for a moment. Her eyes darting away from me and up to the right. She's not lying. ""Oz, I'm with Fringe. Your family..the Olveras..The Family. We've been enemies for years. Fringe started me early on. I'm been changing history since I was 12." Her eyes are icy as she recounts her story to me. I sit stunned and unable to speak. My head throbs again. I wince. It is only then that I notice a shotgun strapped to her back. "Grace, I still don't even fully understand what's going on. You say we're enemies but why are you here? With me?" "My most recent assignment was to secure Jack the Ripper and make him work us. For Fringe. With his capture Fringe would control London in the night. Asassinations and such." I shudder. "Gramps said my mission was to protect, Jack. I still haven't seen him. Who is he?" Grace sighs and takes off her shotgun and aims it squarely at my chest. "I'm sorry, Oz." She fires the first round and my body moves faster than my mind. I pivot on my right foot and the blast grazes my side and goes into the wall behind me. I yelp from the pain and she looks sad. She pumps it and readies for her next. In that second..that moment her pump comes back down I step inwardly toward her and attempt to position the barrel up. I grab it and push up only to be met by a swift kick to my mid-section. I stumble back and fall onto the bed. I remember the gun I showed up here with and reach for it but it's gone. She smiles and moves her coat aside to show me that she has it. "Sorry, Ozzy. Couldn't have you shooting back now could I?" She pumps again and levels the gun at my chest. The blood from the shot to my side is increasing in flow. I hold my side and hold my other hand up in surrender. She pauses but keeps the gun on me. "Grace, WHAT THE HELL?! First gramps does this weird shit and then you show up and you're trying to kill me?! SERIOUSLY?! WHAT..THE..FUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Her face becomes mildly sympathetic and she lowers the gun slightly before beginning to speak. "Oz, look. I'm sorry. We're enemies. You may not know much now but you will later on. If I don't kill you here you'll only be in my way in the future. I'm sorry, I thought we had more time but this is the way it has to be. If it's any consolation I always thought you were a pretty cool guy. Now just shut up and let me do this." She says with an exasperated expression. I throw down my hand and look at the bed sheet. I feel her aiming the barrel at my skull. I prepare for a death that I don't even know how I deserve. I hear her finger tremble on the trigger. I feel the barrel shaking against my head. I glance a look up and see her crying. Not crying as in boo hoo, but there are streams of water running down her cheeks. I don't know what it means..but if I'm going to die here. I can at least kiss Grace motherfucking Linking. In that instant I see her finger about to pull the trigger. She closes her eyes like she doesn't want to see what happens to me. I move as quickly and silently as I can to the and she fires. I grunt like she hit me and I silently move to stand next to her. Her eyes are still closed and the tears are still flowing. I hear her mutter, "I'm sorry..I'm sorry" again and again. I can't believe she's feeling sorry. She just tried to kill me. We've been in school together since as long as I can remember. When she starts to open her eyes I slap the gun as hard as I can out of her hands. Her eyes open wide in surprise and she begins to speak through tear filled eyes. "Oz.." I cut her off by grabbing her waist with my free arm and pulling her close into a deep kiss. My side is flaring with pain as well as my head. I think I've lost too much blood because my vision begins to fade. I break our kiss. I feel her lips linger on mine. I hear her say one last time, "Ozzy." The room goes dark.
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A quick introduction, my name is CJ and I'm 24 years old. I am white with long blond hair. I'm 6' 1'' and 180lbs, lean and athletic. I am very active and like to work out almost daily. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where there are a lot of beautiful males and females. I am definitely bi-sexual, but tend to find myself more attracted to females. So this is a true story that happened a few days ago. It started as a normal gym session, with cardio to warm up, followed by a heavy push day focusing on my chest and triceps. It was Friday evening, so the gym was less crowded that it typically was, but everyday there seemed to be a large and very fit Asian guy around my age who always works out the same time as me. He must've been 6'4'' and 220lbs of mostly muscle. I've seen him there for about 2 years now, ever since I started going to this gym. He is very quiet and always works out alone. I wasn't sure if I was attracted to him or if I just admired his work ethic at the gym and his body. I do not know his name, but for the sake of the story, let's call him Josh. Anyway, after admiring him from a distance, I finished up my workout and headed to the locker room. I strip down to my underwear, wrapped a towel around me, and headed into the sauna. When I get in, it was pretty much empty, besides Josh sitting in the far corner, also only in his underwear. "Holy fuck" I thought to myself, admiring his sweaty body as I sat myself down in the nearest corner to his corner where he was siting. With both us being quiet and never talking to each other, I wasn't going to break that mutual silence we shared with each other. I just sat there and occasionally admired his body while he was not looking. He was stretching his back and legs and it gave me plenty of opportunities to catch glimpses of his incredible body. We had to have been in there for 40 minutes, and being the competitive person that I am, I could not leave before him. At this point a few others have entered the room, and he eventually grabbed his towel and left for the showers. I wasn't going to follow him, so I stayed in for a few more minutes. But this sauna was hot and over 40 minutes in there had me exhausted. I grabbed my towel and went to the showers. The showers were individual stalls with three tile walls and a shower curtain for each. I typically went for the far stalls down the row because it gave a little extra privacy and I liked to sometimes jerk off in there. When I got to the end of the row, I noticed the stall parallel to the far on I like to use was in use, but nevertheless, I turned on the water and took off my underwear while waiting for it to warm up. I noticed the curtain on the other stall was open maybe a foot, and with a quick glance saw Josh lathering his backside with soap. Feeling my cock starting to grow, I quickly jumped in and closed the shower curtain. However, instead of closing the curtain completely, I also left about a foot so that I could steal a few more glances at Josh while he was washing himself. Not only did I notice him lathering himself close to that opening, I had the sense that he was trying to catch glimpses of me as well. To put this to the test, towards the opening of the curtain, I started soaping up my ass and rubbing it, making sure he could see. As I turned around, I noticed him looking, but he quickly looked away. Another thing I noticed, was that he was sporting a nice semi chub. I haven't shown him yet, but I was not not semi-hard, rather a fully erect 7.5 inches. I turned around and focused on washing my upper body while trying to make sure my boner was visible to Josh in the other shower stall. I think it worked because when I looked back over, I could see his now fully erect, maybe 5 inch circumcized cock through the opening of his stall as he washed his body. "Where do we go from here?" I thought to myself, followed by an internal "fuck it". I grabbed some more soap from the dispenser and started washing my hard dick and balls. When I looked over, he was doing the same. This time when I looked over, he did not look away. We were both staring at each other and before we knew it, we went from washing our privates, to straight up jerking off while watching each other. We both opened our curtains up a bit more to catch a better view of each other. He was firmly grasping his cock with one hand, and cupping his balls with his other. His strokes were slow but powerful. I copied his movements. If he picked up the pace, so would I. And if he slowed back down, I follow his lead. I knew I was close to cumming, but I did not want to cum too soon. Eventually, I could tell he was too, because his body was moving more and he was making a lot of hot facial expressions. I started to pick up the pace, and he seemed to follow suit. I started to feel the orgasm pick up and I knew I reached the point of no return. Right before I reached my limit, I watched Josh start to convulse, moan, and shoot rope after rope from his cock onto the ground. Not a second later, I was doing the same thing, feeling the orgasm from my feet to my head, shooting ropes onto the wall and floor. This was an incredible orgasm; one of the best I've had in a while. He quickly jumped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around himself and left the shower area. I stayed in the shower for a few more minutes to get soft before I left. By the time I got to the locker room and Josh was not in the same section as I so I dried off, got dressed and left. I am hoping this is the first of many encounters I have with Josh. Maybe next time we will even say a few words to each other.
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I guess I'm sort of naive. I laugh with all of my friends at the jokes, but I really don't have much experience...except this one. It started when I discovered a website with some still photos of naked women on it. I’ve never really gone to one of these sites, but since I found that one, I can hardly look at anything else. I’d seen some x movies before, but there is something special in these still photos that I can't resist. To be honest, from the few times the boys at my high school had shown me photos trying to flirt with me, I was expecting older women with huge boobs and lots of makeup. Wow was I surprised. This girl I found that started this passion was about my age. She was very athletic and cute but seemed so relaxed while showing EVERYTHING off. In most of her pictures, she was arching her back to expose her butt to the camera. I took off my shorts and compared myself to her in the mirror. I arched my back to see if I looked as good as she did. Although it was hard to tell from the only angle I could see myself in the mirror, I thought that I had just as nice a figure as she had. For the next few weeks, whenever I was alone, I found myself constantly cruising the net, comparing myself to the cuter, younger girls and trying to look as sexy as they looked. Then one day I had a scary but exciting thought. My dad is seriously into photography and had a really fancy camera. I could take some pictures of myself to see what I looked like from all the angles and no one would know. I grabbed his camera bag and some bright lights and headed up to my room. I put a camera on a tri-pod, set up some lights, and grabbed the remote trigger so that I could operate the camera from the bed. I was most interested in what I looked like from behind because I could never see that angle well enough even using two mirrors. I put a bunch of pillows under my stomach, push my butt up toward the camera, spread my legs as far as I could and pushed the trigger. I wasn't impressed. It wasn't that I didn't look good, it was just that I didn't get very good pictures. But, since you can just delete digital pictures and try again, try again I did. Eventually, I started to get some pretty good shots. The pictures looked especially clear when I downloaded them onto my computer, but something about my pictures was raw - the pictures online were so sexy. I couldn't figure it out at first, but when I put a picture of myself side-by-side with a particularly cute blonde, I saw immediately what I didn't like. The girls online had small shiny bald pussies and mine was hairy...definitely gross. I had to quit for the day (my mom would be home soon) so I put the camera equipment away and cleaned up. The following day, after my parents left, I went into the shower and completely shaved my pussy. The whole area tingled after I was done but it really felt good. Then I got some wax from my mom's bathroom and waxed my arms and legs. It took forever and it hurt a little, but when I was done, my whole body tingled like my pussy. I was getting horny thinking about how I might look now. I quickly set up the cameral equipment, and took up my position on the pillows. I was feeling incredibly sexy as I lightly slid my hand over the smooth skin of my shaved pussy and ass. I began to click some pictures while simultaneously rubbing myself. I spread my legs wider and, with one finger on either side, I separated my pussy lips for the camera just like the girls on the net do. When I did this I felt a little dribble of my juice run down my hand. Then it happened. As I went searching for where the dribble had come from, my whole body shuddered. I slid my middle finger into the moisture and I began rubbing myself. It felt better to move my hips than my finger so, with my middle finger inserted into my pussy, I began moving my butt in circles to increase the friction. The feeling turned into a frenzy as I moved. I slipped a second finger in and tried to fit a third. It felt as if my whole hand would not be enough. I pumped wildly on my hand for some incredibly long time and finally collapsed with my first orgasms. It was the best feeling I had ever had. During my frenzy, I had managed to snap off a couple of more photos and I was a little embarrassed when I saw them on the computer screen. My hand was glistening with my juices and my legs were so far apart that in one photo you could see right into my pussy. I was horny again just looking at them. After a couple of weeks, I began to get the hang of taking the pictures of myself. I was also getting a little bored with it. So, I decided to check out a lingerie shop in a local shopping mall to find some clothes to match some of the sexy stuff I’d seen online. This place was racier than I had ever imagined; I almost walked out immediately but I made the mistake of making eye contact with a salesman and felt committed. Then, I couldn’t figure out what to do. The place was filled with the craziest stuff I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t figure out what half of it was for and was too embarrassed to pick anything up and figure it out. Then a women suddenly popped up next to me clad in a deep vee button up and very tight jeans. She was older but she was easygoing and sensed my fear. She introduced herself as a sales person and jokingly asked me what was my favorite toy. Shyly, I told her I was only looking for something sexy to wear. I lied and told her my boyfriend liked to take pictures of me in sexy outfits. She smiled and took my hand to lead me over to a rack which was loaded with leather and silk goodies. We became quick friends as she made me feel relaxed, but she was a bit aggressive and insisted that I try on the outfits that I liked. She scared me a bit while inspecting me in each one. I could tell she liked my young body. She was constantly adjusting the little straps on me, brushing my hair out of the way, and rubbing the silks and leathers to smooth them out on my body. It felt nice to have so much attention and it didn't feel too threatening so we continued. I finally made a choice and we went to the register. As she was ringing up the order she said, "wouldn't you like one of these toys to play with when your boyfriend isn't around?". She was pointing under the glass at a large selection of dildos. I was too curious to say no, but couldn't decide on which one a girl would choose so I coyly asked her which was her favorite. Without hesitating she reached for one and said "Its expensive but it feels like the real thing...except its big...really big." As she pulled this wicked looking, fat, long, but soft rubber bat out of the cabinet, she looked me right in the eye and gave the top of it a kiss. Smiling she said "I hope you like your new friend". Then, without even asking me, she pulled out an X DVD and said, "and you must watch this to learn how to use your new toy". The bus ride home seemed to take forever. First, I watched the DVD which was an outrageous party of girls playing with the exact same dildo as I had just bought. I couldn't imagine the stuff they were doing with it and how easily it went in. I then set up the camera equipment and put on an outfit I had bought. I laid down on my back with a pillow under my butt and began to play with my new toy. The camera was about three feet away from my crotch and I continued to take pictures while I played. It felt really good to rub the dildo around on my wet lips but every time I tried to push it inside, I could sense that it was simply too big for me. As I got wetter and wetter, I became more frantic to get this big cock inside me so I began to wiggle. I started wiggling hard enough so that my breasts were giggling and my hips were gyrating. I was trying to out-do the girls in the movie but I couldn't even get this thing an inch inside me. In a last ditch effort I dropped the camera trigger and reached further down the shaft for a better grip. As I grabbed the end of the thing I felt the on/off switch for the vibrator and clicked it on. In one slippery tight shudder, at least half of the entire vibrating shaft slipped inside of me. The vibration and the tightness were sending wave after wave of orgasm through my body. At first I just lay there, amazed. Soon though, I grabbed the camera trigger again and I found myself moving my hips to a steady rhythm and shooting away. Even though it was incredibly tight, I was so wet that it slipped easily in and out of me. I pushed up against it harder and harder and withdrew it further with each stroke. The full length of its rippled vibrating shaft was now driving me wild. Exhausted while reviewing the pictures, I clicked off the lights, and fell into a deep sleep. I awoke with knocking at my door. It was my friend Carmine...I had slept for hours. I wasn't really awake and sleepily said, "come in". The only light in the room was from the computer screen with a picture of me impaled by my new foot long friend. And I was too sleepy to remember it was up. She came in to the dark room and accused me of sleeping through our exercise routine. She was working out to become a gymnast and I would often coach her during my workouts in the early evenings. She walked across the room, and as she was reaching for the light, my stupor receded and was replaced with frozen panic. When the light snapped on all she saw was that I was completely speechless and tears were welling in my eyes. At her age, Carmine couldn't possibly understand. Not seeing anything in the room, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at me so sweetly and asked me what was wrong. I was still speechless and after what seemed an eternity, I felt her attention leaving me and scanning the room. She had first seen the camera but I could see that she was looking all around. Even the dildo was sitting out in the open. She looked kind of sideways and spotted the computer image. "Doesn't it look sexy" I stammered. Some weak thought had tried to convince me that I could act as though it were normal for older girls to try this. "Is this you?" she whispered. "Who took this?" she continued while staring steadily at the computer. "I did...do you think it’s sexy?" I had no idea how to get out of this. She began to giggle. "I can't believe you do this" she said as her giggle grew into laughter as she moved over to have a closer look. I began laughing too; it made me feel a little better. I was now fully awake and starting to think desperately of damage control. "Let me take some pictures of you" I sneaked with as much confidence as I could. I thought that maybe I could turn the tables. As I said it, I realized that she might actually be a little sexy. She is younger than me but she isn't one of those stick-like girls. She has this small but strong body and her hips have developed which gives her a tiny, narrow waist and an upturned ass. Although her face is just a little girls, her lips are very pouty and naturally red. Even for her age, her little tits have developed nicely. I could see a torn look of curiosity and fear, then a nervous smile, and then suddenly she said lightly, "Ok, but I can't possibly look as sexy as this one". She pointed to the computer where I lay with the dildo. I couldn't believe my luck, I was going to get clean away with this. We began to pour over some of the other pictures I had found on the net and found one with two girls posing together. "We are cuter than these girls", she said, and then with one quick motion, pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her light brown nipples were so small and hardened and her breasts seemed to stand out; they were larger than I remembered. She rubbed one hand over her boobs and the other across her flat tummy then licked her lips in the sexiest way a girl could. Then she began to giggle uncontrollably. "We have to get photos of this" I said as I jumped up to operate the camera. I knew that if I had photos of her she could never tell on me. Her natural uninhibited attitude was both turning me on and making me angry. She began to try to put on a real show for me. At first she was laughing too much to be sexy but the more she moved around the less she laughed and the sexier her little writhing body looked. Soon, she was slinking around like a snake. After snapping a bunch of photos, I figured I had to fully expose her to be certain she could never tell on me. With a sudden urge to control her and make her feel the fear I had had, I commanded her to get on her hands and knees with her butt to the camera. She looked at me with surprise at the tone in my voice, then obediently and sexlessly got on her hands and knees. She reminded me of a dog looking over its shoulder for attention. Then, as if to defy me, she moved her knees wider apart and arched her back a little and with a giggle said, “like this?”. I flicked the computer to a photo where a girl’s head was hanging half off the side of a bed. She was belly down with her ass up in the air and her legs spread wide. In the same commanding voice, desperate to assert control over her, I told her to keep her butt up in the air and lay her chest and belly down like the girl on the computer. This time she was un-phased by my command. She was trying to outdo the pictures that I had taken of myself and she was clearly competing with me for control of the situation. She began rubbing her hands smoothly all over her back side in complete defiance. Partly in some weird anger I felt, partly in pure curiosity, and partly to gain physical control, I put my hand on the small of her back and crawled over to straddle her. Facing the camera and looking down at her small butt and legs slightly spread, I pulled her waist up in the air with one hand and began to poke at her with the dildo. The touch of our flesh together was both sweat and sick. I was trembling and very uncertain of myself. I was trying to control this little girl and instead went out of control myself. I wanted to lower myself down so my pussy could touch her back, but I was too frightened to do it. She, on the other hand, began moving her hips ever so slowly against the dildo to show me that she wasn't afraid. As her tiny waist wiggled against the inside of my thighs, a tremor shook through my whole body. To gain my composure, I began to press the dildo against her, but there was obviously going to be more trouble getting the dildo into her than I had had getting it into myself. On my DVD I had seen how the girls wet down the dildo with their spit so I tried it out. I sucked it into my mouth, spit on it, and then quickly pushed the wet tip against her tiny pussy. As it slipped around on her pussy, I saw that she had shaved herself, too. At first I was angered because she seemed to be ahead of me at every sexual step. I felt as if somehow this little girl was so much older than I. Then, with both relief and amazement, I realized that her bald pussy was totally natural. I reached under her belly and softly touched above her pussy and felt some fuzzy hair, but I could see the lips were hairless - bare and smooth. Still not entering her, I began alternating the dildo between my saliva filled mouth and her tiny wet pussy. Her little voice began commanding me to push it harder and finally she reached between her own legs and holding my hands pushed it into herself. It stopped with only about 2" inside her. She was to small to take any more. I held her butt firmly up in the air for the camera, turned the vibrators switch onto low, and started clicking photos for proof. The vibration made here pussy lips quiver and she began to wiggle, but it wasn't doing to her what it had done to me. She was moving hard to keep the thing sliding in and out of her, and to prove to me she was a woman, but her movements were mechanical and it didn't really fit. At first I didn’t care, I had my photos. But then I felt challenged to awaken something inside her. I tried letting it go deeper inside her then come almost all the way out, but she just kept up this non-committed up and down motion she’d obviously seen somewhere. I thought she was trying to prove her sexuality that wasn't really there. Finally I was feeling in control again. I was feeling like a teacher. With one hand I held the dildo and with the other I grabbed her butt and tried to get her into a real rhythm. My hands were so slick though that the dildo came popping out onto the bed and made a sound a bit like a cork coming out of a bottle. We both laughed, and she began moving out from underneath me. I think she was relieved that it was over. But being a little bigger and much stronger, I pushed her back on her belly. I had my pictures but I wasn't ready to quit. I snatched up our big friend and decided to try poking at her clit. But, to my disappointment, she reacted with the same sort of mechanical up and down motion. Maybe even less than before. I thought that she might even be bored. Still not ready to give up, I put the whole vibrating shaft up against her slippery crotch, sort of like a fat, wet bicycle seat, and began rocking hard onto her clit then back, then onto her clit again trying to tease her. This began working. As I rocked it back and forth, on and off her clit, her breathing accelerated. But I was confused because she was reacting backward. As I rocked it away from her clit she'd tighten up and when I returned the pressure forward directly onto the clit, expecting her to take off, she just sort of relaxed. On the fifth or sixth time, I decided to try rocking the shaft back and not return it to her clit. As I rocked it off her clit and onto the back of her pussy, she began to tighten up. Her breathing slowed and I was determined not to go back to her clit until she begged me. To tease her, I began rocking it again, but keeping the shaft back on her pussy and not going far enough forward to touch her clit. Her breathing started up again in short, sharp little breaths and she strained to spread her legs wider. I was confused as she seemed to like it so much better when it wasn't touching her clit. This thing had already been as far inside her pussy as it could go and that did nothing. Now she was getting off with it just flat up against her. Something wasn’t right. The whole shaft was getting really messy with all of her juices, so I decided to hold both ends to be able to apply a little more pressure. Still straddled on top of her back and facing her ass, I had been holding the thing on her clit with my right hand which was under her belly and between her legs. So, with my left hand above her ass I grabbed the slimy tip. This pulled the shaft back even further from her clit and began spreading her ass cheeks a little. She became suddenly animated and jerky and kept trying to push at the shaft with a downward then upward rotation of her hips. A thought came over me that was so rude that the blood went to my head and made me dizzy. I wasn't sure whether I was more frightened by her guttural sounds or the thought that it was her asshole, not her clit that was making her wild. I didn't know what to do. I was grossed out and I was angry. I'd seen some of this on the net, but I wasn't prepared. I tested my idea with some more pressure and rocking and found there was no doubt. Every time I pushed the vibrating shaft tighter between her ass cheeks she'd go wild. The further and harder I rocked it back, the more intense she'd get. At this point, her ass cheeks, her pussy and her legs were completely coated with the sweetest, slickest lube, and I thought for a moment that maybe I could exert the ultimate control and push this huge thing inside her butt. I removed my arm from under her belly, gripped both hands at the base of the thing, pointed it right at her ass, and began pushing the fat tip against the hole. She gave a sharp "nooooo", her legs clinched together and her belly and butt dropped flat down. I tried softly but persistently to press against her clinched ass cheeks with the tip of it, but she just squirmed and tightened up more. It was too big, but I felt in control again. I began glancing around for something smaller. Then, the grossest thought I've ever had came to me...something I saw on the DVD in gross amazement...and now I couldn’t help myself. I set the dildo aside and lowered my face to her clenched-up slippery ass cheeks. I drove my mouth and nose up and down her slippery, clenched crack. With each pass I wiggled my tongue in as deep as I could sneak it. As my tongue and nose ceaselessly plied her she began to open up again. First she just relaxed her cheeks, but slowly she began to push her ass back up a little and even spread her legs a little bit. With utter abandon I buried my face in her wet ass and began probing my tongue against her little hole. I pushed and pushed and imagined it was going in. But there was no way, she was simply too tight for my soft tongue. I backed off to look at what was now a pool of pussy juice and saliva. With anger that she might continue to refuse me, I gripped the cheeks of her still slightly clenched ass, pulled them open and began pressing an index finger against her little asshole. It took some pushing, but my finger began to slide into her. The smoothness of her walls and her soft, intermitted moaning left me no choice but to continue pushing. Once the tip was in, my first knuckle slipped in easily behind it, but it stopped as I penetrated her slowly up to my second knuckle. Her tightness was so intense I could feel it squeezing the blood from my finger. As my second knuckle finally passed inside and I pushed my finger all the way in, she began sobbing like a little girl...but then slowly began grinding her hips like a woman. I slid the finger back and forth against her motion and every time the knuckle passed in or out, she’d give a little groan of pain and pleasure. After fingering her for a while, the knuckle began sliding more easily past her tight opening and she was increasing her pace. I had to try a second finger. Even though she let out a yelp, with not much more pressure than with one finger, the second pressed snuggly through her flesh. I realized that she was relaxing to take it in, and I became suddenly re-determined to make her take the dildo. As I pulled my fingers out of her hole she begged me not to stop. I took my time preparing the dildo with my saliva and the slippery mess that was dripping out of her pussy and she began begging me, almost crying, to finger her more. But, when I finally pressed the big fat tip of the wet dildo against her asshole she clamped shut again. She cried that it was too big and began close her legs even more. But at the same time she was closing up, she begged me to finger her more. Instead, I wrapped my left arm under her belly, and gripped the end of the dildo with my right. I was still straddled over her back, but I now sat back on her, pulled my legs out which had been folded under along her sides, and put both my heals over the backs of her legs and inside her knees. Using my heels, I parted her small, struggling legs again and with my left arm pulled her ass up to my mouth. My tongue slipped in a bit this time and although she struggled against what she knew was coming, she was trapped. And she couldn't help relaxing as my soft tongue plied into her little hole. In one strong move, I pulled hard with my ankles to spread her almost into a split and lifted her butt higher with my left arm. My right fist gripped the dildo which was hovering above her. I could see her sphincter muscle twitching as the only defense she had left. I set the tip of it against her with just a light touch, but could feel her struggle with all her little might. Then I began to press. Just a little at first, but then, with a slow rhythm, I began pressing harder and harder. Her little hole began to stretch as she squirmed and cried. I pulled back the dildo, sucked on it to make it wetter, wiped it across her pussy to get the juices from there, but before trying again I leaned my head down for another lick. This time, my tongue slipped in easily and I felt her relax and push up against my face. Then I started a rhythm of bringing the dildo up against her and pressing, then releasing it and burying my tongue into her slightly widening hole. Each time I applied the dildo she'd tighten up and squeal for me to stop. Each time I'd bury my face and tongue her she'd relax and whimper for more. Each time the dildo pushed ever so slightly further against her willpower to keep it out. Finally, I gave her no option. I began pressing the dildo without mercy. She sensed that she could not resist and her tiny sphincter stretch to its max. I was in. I could hear her panting but everything else went silent. She was splayed out with this huge dildo about two inches into her ass and I realized she couldn't move. I relaxed my grip around her waist, pulled back my heals from her knees and began straddling her lightly again. I softly rubbed all over her wet ass cheeks and teased the area of skin stretched around the shaft. Without pushing in any further but keeping constant pressure on it to keep it from slipping out, I began to twist the fat cock slightly. Finally, she let out a little squeak, "...more...". I grabbed the camera trigger and caught my final photo proof. She was lying there so perfectly still with these barely perceptible little jerky breaths that I actually dismounted her and moved carefully around behind her. As I moved around her I twisted the dildo a bit like a drill. With a little pressure on the top I imagined it sinking every so slightly deeper. Even without my holding her, she remained in the same position, but with my new vantage point and the bright lights, I could not believe how it looked and how powerful I felt. She had her little legs wide apart and her butt was so far up that the dildo was pointing straight at the ceiling. With the bright lights from the camera equipment, I could see with such detail her glistening skin stretched around this huge cock in her tiny young ass. The dildo was in so deep now and stretched her so wide that even her little pussy was stretched open. But although her pussy was open, it was shallow and looked almost like puckered up lips with a little tongue just inside. I couldn't resist going in for a kiss. Still holding the dildo gently, I flipped over and slid on my back up between her legs and began chewing gently on her stretched out pussy. I found her clit and this time it gave her some fire. I began pushing and pulling the dildo, but she was too tight for it to slide in or out. Instead, it pushed her tightly wrapped skin in and then released it out as I pulled back. As I sucked on her clit and pushed in on the dildo, her clit would gently tug away from my lips. Then as I pulled back on the dildo, her entire pussy would roll back down to my waiting mouth. With each gyration of this incredibly slow torture, I would lick more and more of her pussy juice up toward her ass, and with each new lubrication, I imagined the dildo was sneaking further, but ever so slightly, into this little girls ass. Soon though, I realized that it was still only in about two or three inches and I felt disappointment that it would probably not go much further. But just as I was considering giving up as I had had to on her pussy, she began to press up her butt and whimper for more. Being afraid of hurting her I said, "No, I'll hold it firm...you make it go in". She remained perfectly still for the longest time, then she started by sucking in her breath and pushing up from the bed a bit with her hands. Her head bent back slightly and her chest came up just far enough for her tiny nipples to lightly tug at the sheets. Then she lowered her head and started a slow wave in her body. As her head went down her shoulders rose slightly but then they followed her head down as her belly rose up, finally as her belly began to go down her ass rose slightly. The wave seemed to end as her belly pushed down into the mattress. But as the wave dispersed from her falling hips, her head and chest began to rise up with new energy. Although the dildo might have slid out of her, I sensed what was coming and held it firmly as she fell away from it. The second wave came faster and started just as the fat head of the dildo slipped out of her ass. In a matter of a short moment her head rose way up with her small tits jutting out and then began to dive, her neck and shoulders followed the dive and flowed down in a serpentine motion, the belly rose, and as the small of her back began arching, pushing her belly down, the hips forcefully rose up...against the slick fat waiting cock. As her ass rose up against the dildo, it pushed back into her tightness. She didn't stop. Her ass rose right up and in another serpentine motion forced another inch inside. Each time just as she pushed in a bit more, she’d raise her head and chest even higher for the next wave. I held the slick pole as best I could while her lithe body snaked up and down, taking then expelling this thick cock faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her ass. At the end of each wave her ass would fall off tip of the fat cock and quickly tighten up, but with each successive wave she took the shaft another inch deeper. Finally, with one very slow and exaggerated undulation, she pushed until she felt my fist against the tight cheeks of her firm little ass. Releasing the dildo I just sat there watching as her body slowed to a mazy motion. Her little hand slipped between her legs and she fiddled with her own clit and moaned. From the inside of her, and ever so slowly, she began pushing out. I could see her breath in...push...breath in...push...breath in...push. When it finally slipped out she rolled over and reached up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, and as I held her almost like a baby, with tears streaming down her face she began kissing me deeply.
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Chapter I: The Assignment / The Audition "Today's the day. Are you sure you're ready?" Tom didn't look at her when he spoke. He was trying to appear casual. Jeanette thought that he certainly looked inconspicuous enough. He was a skinny man in his mid-forties, with a ring of curly black hair around the sides of his bald head. He wore thick horn-rimmed glasses and an ill-fitting tweed suit. She thought he looked rather more like a librarian or an accountant than a secret agent. She smiled, but followed his lead, not looking directly at him. "Of course I'm ready." They were sitting on a bench in a public park on a chilly morning in late October. Nobody would have suspected that they had intended to meet each other there, because the two appeared such unlikely companions. While he was older, anemic and shabby, Jeanette was young, voluptuous and beautiful. She wore a tight-fitting red dress the hugged the curves of her body, and dipped low on the chest to accentuate her impressive cleavage. Her feet were adorned with a matching pair of red high-heeled shoes. The colour of the clothing was only improved by the matching red of her long hair, which blew carelessly in the morning breeze. Tom reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He placed it nonchalantly on the bench between them. "The Agency has set up a job interview for you at this address in exactly one hour. You are to applying for a position as a maid. We were made to understand that there is no prior housekeeping experience required, and on the back of that sheet we have provided you with a new history." She picked up the piece of paper without looking at it, and stuffed it into her bra. "Memorize that history before you got to the appointment, and then destroy it." Tom continued as he pretended to watch a pigeon pecking at the ground. "It shouldn't be too hard to remember. Most of it is consistent with your true identity. You'll maintain your name, address, family, etcetera… But you no longer have any connection with the Agency." Jeanette knew, of course, that she would not be able to allow the target to know about her affiliation with the Agency. That was the main part of being a spy. Ever since she was a child, she had dreamed of being a secret agent. It was her only true career goal. By the time she was twenty-years-old, she was already training with the Agency in uncover operations and counterintelligence. Now twenty-two, she was still not technically an agent. She was supposed to have two more years of training before being able to participate in even minimal active field duty. However, the Agency required a young woman for a special operation, and since there were no official agents that fit the bill, they had reached down to the trainees and selected her. Jeanette was elated at the opportunity. Tom promised her that if the operation was a success, she would immediately be made a full agent. She would finally be a spy, and still much sooner than she had anticipated. "Whose maid am I supposed to be?" She asked. "The target is a man named Thorwald. He has his hands in a bit of everything. A very powerful and dangerous man. Our intelligence tells us that he only employs pretty young girls, and he's recently fired his maid for stealing. If you get the job, you'll be working in his house. It is our hope that you will be able to overhear certain information about his business, his associates and any plans he might be making." He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Don't do anything brazen. Don't go rifling through his files. Don't do anything that might get you caught. All we want you to do is look and listen. If he discovers who you're working for, we can't help you…" A heavy silence fell between them. He cleared his throat and asked again, "Are you sure you're ready?" "Yes." She affirmed without a moment's hesitation. Tom got to his feet and lit a cigarette. "Good luck, Jeanette." He strolled away casually through the park. A huge smile appeared on Jeanette's lips. She practically skipped away, excited at finally being a spy on a top-secret mission, just like she'd always dreamed of. Her life's goal was within her grasp, all she had to do now was grab onto it. *** An hour later, Jeanette had memorized the directions and her new history. She walked purposefully through the city with daydreams of success floating in her mind. When she turned off of the busy street and down a narrow alleyway, the deafening sounds of the city seemed to recede into silence in an instant. All she could hear was the clicking of her heels on the pavement. Surely she had taken a wrong turn. She was walking past overflowing dumpsters and vandalized brick walls. She was just about to turn back when she saw the door. It was unassuming enough, with peeling burgundy paint and a rusty handle, but there were no other doors in sight. Timidly she stepped up and knocked loudly three times. Minutes seemed to pass, but it might have only been seconds, before she decided that her first instinct was correct and that this was the wrong place. She turned to leave. Before she could walk away, the door lurched open with a loud metallic screech. A little old woman with a long, crooked nose was glaring out at her from the shadows within. The woman was silent, so Jeanette spoke first. "Hi, my name is Jeanette. I was told that I should come here about a job…" It was said with the lack of confidence of one who was still expecting to be told that she had the wrong address. But the old woman just nodded and beckoned her inside with the curl of one ancient finger. The room was so dark that it took a moment for Jeanette's eyes to adjust from the light of the midday sun. As the shapes slowly formed around her, she found herself in a small yet lavishly decorated room lit by a single candelabra on a stand against the far wall. The candlelight danced over walls lined with paintings and cases loaded with thick, leather-bound books. In the centre of the room was a huge wooden table with two chairs on either end. The old woman sat down on the far side, and motioned for Jeanette to join her in the opposite seat. Jeanette sat, and then woman cleared her throat. Her voice was deep and strained. "My name is Esmeralda. I oversee all the hiring for Mr. Thorwald. That is what you're here for, yes?" "Yes," Jeanette responded with a friendly smile. "I was told there was need of a maid." The old woman Esmeralda seemed confounded by this. "A maid?" She spat. "You've been misinformed, young lady." "Oh…" Jeanette didn't know what to say to that, but before she could think of a reply, Esmeralda continued. "I am looking for girls to work in entertainment." This time it was Jeanette's turn to look confused. "Entertainment?" "Yes…" She went on. "Mr. Thorwald is the proprietor of a house of pleasure. It is my job to keep the house running, by supplying fresh young women to entertain the gentlemen. This is a high-class establishment, mind you; we don't just accept any little tart with a pretty face and pair of perky titties. I am a woman of taste, and therefore it falls to me to select only girls with class as well as skill." Jeanette just stared at her, blinking. When she finally found her tongue, all she could say was, "You mean a… brothel?" Esmeralda scrunched up her old face and gave Jeanette a withering look, as though she could not believe how stupid this girl who just stumbled into her office was. "Yes, a brothel." "I… I thought there was job for a maid," Jeanette stammered. "Somebody to clean Mr. Thorwald's home." "The job is in Mr. Thorwald's home, as it happens." Esmeralda explained impatiently. "Mr. Thorwald keeps his apartments within the house of pleasure. However, I'm not looking for a girl to clean his kitchen. I'm looking for a girl to clean his cock." The old woman started to laugh. It was an ugly laugh that sounded like a witch and made Jeanette's skin crawl. The laughter deteriorated into a coughing fit that lasted almost a minute. When that passed, Esmeralda looked at her seriously. "Well? Are you interested or are you wasting my time by sitting there with your eyes wide and your mouth shut?" Jeanette sat there, thinking carefully. The Agency must have made a mistake and given Tom some bad information. She would have to return to him and explain the mix-up. Yet, there was something in the back of her mind that gave her pause. This job would still put her inside Thorwald's house, which was the plan. Furthermore, if what the old woman said was true, it seemed as though she might actually get more personal contact with Thorwald himself this way. Although, the type of contact was not quite what she was expecting. She looked down at her body. Her red dress clinging tight to her form. She examined the shape of her curves, her breasts, and her long legs. There was no denying that she was beautiful woman. She knew this. She had seen the way men have looked at her since her body first developed. She'd seen their hungry eyes. So, she knew right away that she had the looks for this job, but the idea of becoming a prostitute made her stomach turn. What finally convinced her was a single image that suddenly sprung to her mind. She was standing in a hall filled with her fellow agents. They were honouring her for going above and beyond the call of duty to collect vital information leading to the arrest of notorious criminal. Not only would she be the youngest spy working for the Agency, she would be a female agent, which was a rarity unto itself. Before her courage had a chance to leave her, Jeanette decided aloud. "I want the job." A smile bloomed on the old woman's pale lips. "Good. You'll find the pay is more then satisfactory, and you will have ample opportunity to earn extra by performing special services. But first comes your audition." "My audition?" Her mouth went dry and her hands were trembling. As soon as she had agreed to continue, she had started to lose her nerve. "Yes," Esmeralda snarled. "You don't think we just give the job to anyone who wanders in off the street. Climb up onto the table, young lady." Jeanette swallowed hard, stood up and stepped up onto her chair, then onto the table. She noticed for the first time how high the ceiling was. It stretched up past the glow of the candles and simply faded away into darkness, as though the room just kept rising without end. She looked down at the old woman, who looked tiny with her neck turned up to look at her. "Spin for me." Jeanette turned around slowly, giving the old woman a view of her from every angle. She was concerned that her nervousness, in combination with her high heels, would cause her to trip and fall from this high table. "Now take off your clothes." The words horrified her. She had come here expecting to interview for the job of a maid. She had not been prepared to take off any clothing so that some old lady could scrutinize her naked body. This made her shiver. But things had gone too far to turn back now. She had decided to follow through with the plan, and if she was going to be a spy, she had to be able to play the part. That meant she couldn't be shy about her body. She stretched her arm to grab the zipper on the back of the dress. She pulled it down slowly, and when it opened up, she shrugged her shoulders gracefully out of the sleeves. With her hands on either end of the dress, she tugged it down over her body. Esmeralda's eyes followed unblinkingly as her black bra and panties appeared beneath the dress. When it got to her legs, her dress fell limply around her feet. Esmeralda nodded approvingly. "Keep going." Jeanette unhooked her bra and removed it from her chest. Her heavy breasts spilled out with a little bounce. They were large, with big pink nipples. It must have been colder in the room than she realized, because her nipples were poking out straight and hard. Without pausing, she slid off her panties and kicked them away. There was a little red bush above the cleft of her pussy lips. She would have trimmed in the morning, if she had only known anybody would be looking at it. The old woman stood up, her eyes crawling all over Jeanette's curvy body. Her skin was soft, smooth and unblemished. It was pale with small clusters of little freckles on her chest and arms. Her limbs were long and shapely. Esmeralda walked leisurely around the table, making a circle about Jeanette. She felt the woman's eyes on her ass, which was plump but firm. "Lie down on the table." The voice of the woman came from behind. Jeanette sat down and then laid her body out of the table with her face up. Her breasts flattened against her body, rising and falling with each breath. She found herself looking up into the blackness of that never-ending ceiling, when Esmeralda began hovering over her. Now the old woman was looking down at her. Cold, wrinkled hands began gliding over Jeanette's skin. She closed her eyes, hoping that this would make the examination bearable. It didn't. Then the woman's mouth closed around her nipple, and a dry tongue extended to lick it. The mouth was gone as fast as it came, and she felt the hands moving up and down her legs. They rubbed the soles of her feet and between her toes. They massaged the inside of her thighs. Finally, Jeanette gasped as two slender fingers slid down between her pussy lips and spread. She forced herself the open her eyes and look across her body to where Esmeralda was leaning between her legs. The woman massaged the lips and the clitoris, before inserting the fingers into Jeanette's vagina. The old woman leaned forward and placed her lips on Jeanette's clit, and started flicking it with her tongue as the fingers slid in and out. Jeanette let out a soft whimper. It was a startling realization, one that filled her with horror, that Esmeralda was actually very skilled. An incredible feeling of pleasure drifted up from her loins, warming her body, giving her goose bumps. She closed her eyes and resolved to ignore the touching until it passed, but she could not resist it. She began to moan as the fingers found her g-spot and the nimble tongue danced on her clit. Jeanette arched her back, suddenly forgetting where she was or what was happening. Her hands reached up to hold her own breasts and gently pinch the nipples. The moans gave way to screams. She could feel the creamy wetness between her thighs where the mouth and hand were doing things like she had never felt before. The orgasm came on like a storm, making her whole body grow suddenly stiff. Her face contorted. It might have been minutes before her head finally stopped spinning and Jeanette was able to sit up. She hadn't even felt Esmeralda removed her hand, but the old woman was once again seated in her chair with pleased look on her face. Jeanette was breathing heavily and covered with sweat. "Might be you'll do." The woman allowed wanly. Chapter II: The Education / The Second Audition Esmeralda had gone over the finer details of the position while Jeanette redressed herself. Before pushing the younger woman unceremoniously back through the door, Esmeralda handed her a card with another address on it and told her that she would be expected there in one week at a specific time for the second stage of her audition. The moment that door slammed shut, Jeanette was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. As the week progressed, she found her mind in constant conflict about her decision. She wanted to call the Agency and speak with Tom. She wanted to let him know the details of the position and ask him whether he still wanted her to go through with the assignment. Half a dozen times she had started dialing the secret phone number that would direct her to his office. But each time, she hung up before it started to ring. First of all, she had been explicitly instructed during training that it was dangerous to both her and her supervisor to attempt any kind of contact before the time was right. It had been emphasized that she was to wait until they made contact with her, not the other way around. Secondly, she was not sure what kind of answer she wanted from Tom. If he told her that this was not the plan he had approved and that she should abort immediately, she would be relieved, but it would also mean losing her big opportunity. So she spent days locked in her bedroom, feeling like a nervous wreck. She wondered what kinds of things she might be required to do if she got the job, and she reflected on what had happened during Esmeralda's audition. The latter made her blush every time she thought about it. In all her twenty-two years, Jeanette had only ever had sex with a grand total of two men. Both approached the act conservatively, and it had never yielded her much pleasure. It was possible, she considered, that she had never really had a real orgasm until that disgusting old woman had examined her. Her lack of sexual experience was filling her with more and more self-consciousness and apprehension. It would not be in her favour to approach this operation as an amateur. She would look out of place from the outset, and bring unwanted attention to her motives for seeking employment in a brothel. It occurred to her that if the men she had been with had not particularly satisfied her, she was equally uncertain that she had truly satisfied them. She wondered how one pleased a man. Three days before she was to have the second stage of her audition, Jeanette resolved to go out and do some research. She put on a big raincoat and a wide-brimmed hat, which hid most of her face, and went to a local adult bookstore a few blocks away from her apartment. The place had a dumpy exterior, covered with buzzing, fluorescent, pink tubes of light. The window displays featured all sorts of mannequins wearing revealing underwear or full leather, bondage outfits. But Jeanette's only focus was a little sign on the door that said "Adult Videos". A bell of the door rang as she walked in, and a surly looking man behind the counter looked up at her from the behind the counter. After only a quick, disinterested glance, he returned to perusing a dirty magazine that was sitting in his lap. She walked past the counter and down aisles of sex toys, lubricants, dolls and flavoured condoms. At the back of the shop, she found a little rack with a wide selection of videos organized by genre. She scanned these with her eyes, wondering which ones would be the most educational. She grabbed a few and stacked them under her arm. She didn't hear the young man come up behind her, but she suddenly felt somebody's presence. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him. He appeared to be about eighteen-years-old, not unattractive. Tall with shaggy blonde hair. He was also looking at the videos, and didn't seem to be paying her much notice, so she returned her attention to what she was doing. She selected another video and added it to the pile, but dropped it when she abruptly felt hands grabbing her ass cheeks. The grip was strong as the fingers massaged the meat of her butt. Jeanette quickly struggled to get away, pushing the young man back. She turned to face him, he was smiling at her. Noticing the motion of one arm, her gaze drifted down to see that his penis was poking out of his jeans. It was flaccid, but shockingly long and thick. His hand was stroking it languidly. Filled with panic, Jeanette slapped him hard across the face. This took him aback and forced him to let go of his cock. Quickly, she picked up her stack of videos and elbowed past the young man, running to the front of the store. She zoomed past the counter without paying, but the cashier didn't even look up from his magazine. As she walked off into the night, with her pornography grasped tight against her breast, she looked back and saw the young man was standing in the parking lot watching her go. He had a perplexed look on his face. Jeanette kept walking. The blonde boy must have assumed she had come there looking for action, or that she was a prostitute. That was when it struck her that she was becoming a prostitute. Her gut turned. Once she was safely home, behind a locked door, Jeanette studied the pornography with the attention of a student in a university lecture. She was splayed out on her bed in her underwear, with a notepad in hand and her eyes squinting in concentration. She wanted to understand sex. She wanted to know what men liked. Her only hope was that these videos were leading her in the right direction. She even tried to masturbate to the videos, but found it to be no good. It wasn't very arousing to her. For the next two nights, she would fall asleep with pornography playing on her TV, and a hand stuffed into the front of her panties. Snoring peacefully with a finger resting between her pussy lips, while inside her head, her dreams were filled with fear. *** Thorwald's brothel proved to be an immense mansion on the outskirts of the city. As her cab pulled up in front, Jeanette was awed by the size and elegance of it. She had half expected it to be some rundown shack with loose women calling down to passersby from a balcony where they paraded around half-naked. Yet, this looked to be a classy place from the outside. There was no indication that there might be anything untoward going to within. She paid the cabdriver and entered the premises through a huge iron gate. She was wearing a white blouse, black stockings and a short black skirt. She had cleaned herself thoroughly, trimmed her public hair into a neat strip, meticulously done her make-up, and applied her best smelling perfume. For her first interview, she had not been prepared, but this time she needed to be sexy. She knocked on the door and a stern-faced butler answered. She handed him Esmeralda's card and he ushered her inside, "Right this way, Miss Jeanette. They are expecting you." He led her through a labyrinth a long hallways. White walls with red carpeting. When they reached two heavy wooden doors, the butler threw them open with ease. She followed him into the room. A huge circular space with almost no furnishing. There was only one table on the far side with three people sitting behind it. The one on the left she recognized instantly as Esmeralda. The man in the middle was a chubby, middle-aged man with an uncouth demeanor. He had beady little eyes, unshaved cheeks and greasy, brown hair. To his right was a black man, shaven bald, lean, muscular and shirtless. The three made such an unusual sight, that Jeanette might have laughed if she wasn't so nervous. Esmeralda whispered something to the man in the middle, and then beckoned her, "Come closer, young lady. Let us have a look at you." Jeanette stepped right up the edge of the table and stood there, looking at them with her hands clasped tightly together. All three of them were studying her and her body. The man in the middle looked her in the eyes and spoke with a gruff voice. "You want to work here?" "Yes." She replied shyly. "Why?" His tone was harsh and businesslike. "I need the money." She had expected this question to arise and had rehearsed the explanation. "I've built up a bad debt. I've been spending without thinking for a long time and its finally catching up with me. I need to fix my life and this is the only job I can do that will help me do that." His expression didn't give any hint to what he might think of that. "Is that all?" She opened her mouth to speak but no words came to mind. She didn't know what he wanted her to say. Her heart was racing. "No…" She began, trying to find something to say. Then an answer came to her. It appeared so unexpectedly, it poured out so easily, that it almost sounded as if it were true. "I want to do it… I like it." The man nodded approvingly and looked at Esmeralda. He snorted something like a laugh, "Yes. This old bat has told me all about how much you enjoyed your audition." That made Jeanette blush. The man didn't seem to like that, "Are you shy?" "No." She responded right away, trying to will the colour out of her cheeks. "We'll see about that," he said. "My name is Thorwald. This is my house. If you get the job, this is where you will work. Your job will be to provide pleasure to my associates. They have no more need for shy girls than I do. I want hard workers who aren't afraid to get… dirty." He craned his neck to look past her, addressing the butler, "Lock that door and get the fuck out of here." "Yes, sir," replied the butler cordially, as he did as he was bid. Thorwald pointed to the bare-chested man sitting next to him, "This is David, he's my assistant. He's going to be auditioning you today." David said "Hello." Then stood up. The first thing she noticed was that David was extremely tall. He towered over her by more than a foot. The second thing she noticed was that David had been totally naked beneath the table. His black cock was massive. It made Jeanette's mouth drop open and her eyes bulge. Thorwald seemed to find that amusing, as he let out another snort of laughter. David stepped around the table and grabbed her by the shoulders, kissing her hard. She was taken aback, but held her mouth his and returned the kiss. His huge manhood was pressing against her stomach as he held her body. His fingers nimbly worked to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. He threw it open and tossed it aside. His strong arms wrenched her skirt down, then her panties. He tore her bra off her. He undressed her methodically and almost thoughtlessly. In seconds she was a naked as he was. His big hands fondled her all over. Grabbing her ass, her breasts, and her legs. Then the hand fell on her head, and pushed her down to her knees. She knew what he wanted her to do, but wasn't sure she was able to do it. Not because she was afraid to perform the act, but because she wasn't sure she could physically fit something that big into her mouth. She opened her lips as wide as she could and wrapped them around the head of David's cock. She started sucking, and trying to work more of the shaft into her mouth. She got stuck about halfway and couldn't go any further. So she wrapped one hand around the base of the dick and stroked him while she sucked what she could fit. She felt his hands on the back of her head as he started to thrust into her face. He was fucking her mouth. His big cock started entering her throat, making her eyes water. When he pulled it out, she start coughing. Spit was running down her chin. They both went to the ground. He was on top and she was beneath him. He crammed that monster dick into her tight pussy, making her howl. He was strong, and he fucked her with all his strength behind him. She looked up at the table where Thorwald and Esmeralda were watching them with bemused smiles on their faces. The initial pain of the stretching subsided, and she started to give in to the pleasure. She began moaning and caressing his back with her hands. Her wetness was increasing, making his thrusts smoother as he went. It culminated with her having a full screaming orgasm on the floor. The whole world disappeared for a moment. She didn't so much as notice when David finally pulled that big cock out and sprayed her belly with a thick wad of cum. Her audience of two applauded lightly, like spectators at a sporting event. David helped her to her feet. He shook her hand as if they had just finished a business meeting. Then he returned to his seat. Thorwald considered her for a moment and then turned to Esmeralda. "You found a really good one." She smiled at him wickedly. He looked back at Jeanette, "You start Monday." Chapter III: The Rules / The First Customer / The Job On her first day of work, Thorwald's butler showed her to her room. It was about the size of a small motel room. There was just enough space for a big bed, covered with pillows, a dresser and a few bookshelves. A tiny bathroom with a shower branched off beside the bed. He gave her an absurdly brief tour of the room and then told her to sit down so he could explain her duties. "From the time you arrive in the morning, to the time you leave at night, you are not to exit this room. Meals will be brought to you." He had a droning, disinterested voice. "Furthermore, once you enter this room, you are to put your clothing in the dresser. You are to be completely naked at all times. Mr. Thorwald's guests are not required to make appointments, so they may be brought here at any time. Some days you might have no guests. Some days you might have many guests. If there is nothing to do, you may make use of these books." He pointed to shelves. These arrangements seemed very unusual to Jeanette. How could it be that she was expected to just sit naked in a tiny room all day waiting for somebody to show up and fuck her? There was another thing concerning her, "Will I see any of the other girls?" "No," he replied simply. "Discretion is one of our top priorities. Many of the young ladies working here are doing so in secret. They have regular lives, as I'm sure you do, and it is not our desire to allow anybody to be recognized by a gossipy co-worker. You each arrive promptly at different times, and you each remain secluded in your separate rooms for the entire duration of your workday. Is everything clear?" "Crystal clear." She said it with a small smile. Beneath that smile she was angry. If she was trapped inside this room all day, it seemed that there was no way for her to spy on Thorwald. The whole mission was exploding in her face. She had to find some excuse to be allowed in Thorwald's company. She sat there chewing her lip and thinking about that for a moment, forgetting that the butler was still there. He cleared his throat. He was looking at her impatiently. "You're officially on the clock." At first she didn't know what he meant, but then she looked down and saw her clothes. Filled with frustration and embarrassment, Jeanette stood up and quickly undressed herself. The butler stood there and watched as she did so. His eyes lingered on her breasts, and she felt him staring at her ass as she took her pile of clothes and hid them in the dresser. When she was finished, she sat down on the bed, nude. The butler nodded his approval and left the room. *** Hours passed and Jeanette remained alone in her room. She lay down on her back, finding the bed surprisingly comfortable, and managed to have a short nap. When she awoke, she was no longer alone. There was a short man standing at the edge of the bed, watching her breasts rise and fall as she slept. She jolted up. "I'm sorry. I must have dozed off." The man smiled, showing a mouthful of big, crooked teeth. "I don't mind." He was wearing a dress shirt, pants and suspenders. The suspenders he lifted off and the shirt he started to unbutton. Jeanette surmised that this was to be her first costumer. "Let me do that." She said, crawling across the bed and grabbing hold of his shirt. She unbuttoned it slowly and pulled it over his shoulders. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. He had an ordinary face. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the way he looked, except that he was a little shorter than most men. She held his head to hers and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "My name is Jeanette." "That's a… pretty name…" He said in an unfriendly voice. "Thank you," she tried to make it sound seductive, but she wasn't sure it was working. When she slid the man's pants down, his flaccid cock flopped out. She took him in her hand and stroked him gently, while looking up into his eyes for approval. His eyes didn't give anything back, but his cock was stiffening rapidly. “So… What's your name…?" She asked feebly. He looked down at her. "Shut up." He snapped. She recoiled, not understanding why he seemed so hostile. The man climbed up on the bed and crawled forward, grabbed her knees and splaying her legs. Her pussy lips opened for him. He jumped on top of her and guided his cock inside. She let out a moan of surprise as his now rigid dick slammed into her. He propped her legs up on his shoulders and thrust into her again and again. The man bent forward to suck on her nipples as her breasts flopped back and forth. She felt the warmth of pleasure spreading in her loins and heard the wet sounds coming from where she was being penetrated. She started to moan, but before her orgasm had a chance to build, she felt a rush of hot, warm liquid filling her insides. It took him less than two minutes to climax. He leisurely removed himself and got off the bed. Jeanette remained where she was, with her legs open and then man's semen dripping out of her. "Was it good?" She asked weakly, honestly wondering what the man thought. He was pulling on his clothes as he turned to look at her. "This is your first day, right?" "Yes." "Well, let me tell you something in case you didn't realize it." He was fully dressed again, as he walked back to the foot of the bed and looked down at her. "Nobody is going to come here to be your friend. The last thing I want is small talk. I came here to fuck a beautiful girl, and that's all you are, a beautiful girl for men to fuck." He smiled at that. "As to how it was, I've had better." With that, her first costumer walked out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. He was her only visitor on that first day. *** There was more business throughout the rest of the week. Jeanette had taken her first costumer's words to heart. As long as she was in the room with the bed, she pledged that her only goal would be to satisfy her costumers. She was there to be beautiful and to fuck. And as time went on, she became much better at fulfilling this role. She became more confident, more bold and more sexual. She soon discovered that some men didn't want ordinary sex from her. Some men had very specific desires. There was an Asian man with a long beard who visited her twice on her first week. He did not remove his suit; he would simply sit cross-legged on the edge of her bed and massage her back. He did this for hours at a time. She was not sure if he spoke English, because he would never once say a word. A different man had her lay back on the bed while he knelt between her legs and licked her pussy. He masturbated furiously while he did so. She would close her eyes and only know he was finished when his mouth disappeared and she felt his cum sprinkling on her body. An older Spanish gentleman arrived with his wife. He sat down on the edge of the bed while his wife took off her clothes and began fondling Jeanette's body. She embraced the dark-skinned woman, kissing her hard and slipping fingers into her. They sucked on each other's breasts and licked each other's pussies. After this had been going on for a while, she looked up and saw that the woman's husband had decided to join in. Jeanette shared the man's cock with his wife, their mouths with outstretched tongues sliding back on forth on either side of his shaft. Then the man fucked Jeanette as his wife sat on her face. When he finally came inside of her, the wife put her mouth on Jeanette's pussy and sucked all the cum right out of her. Then they kissed, and spit the semen back and forth while he watched. Her strangest costumer was a huge, mean-looking man who came in with a brief case. When he opened it, she saw he had brought a frilly dress. Jeanette thought at first that he had wanted her to put it on, but was shocked when the man dressed himself in the outfit. He had also brought a blonde wig and a strap-on dildo. More often then not, however, men would just come in and have her suck their cocks, or have her spread her legs and take them. She seemed to be gaining popularity, as each day it seemed like there were more people coming to fuck her than the last. Some would only last a couple of minutes, and some would fuck her relentlessly for hours. In only a matter of days she had lost count of how many men had had her. She recalled uneasily that so recently the number had only been two. Not only was she getting good at the job, she had to admit to herself that sometimes she enjoyed it. Many times, the men were able to bring her to a real orgasm. None of them particularly cared whether she had an orgasm, but that was beside the point. She had begun to take a peculiar sort of pride in her sexual abilities. She no longer felt that nervous feeling when a visitor arrived in her room. There was even a little excitement; although that was something she would never admit to herself. Friday and her weekend off came quickly. At the end of the day, Thorwald's butler escorted her to the front door and bid her goodnight. As he did so, he spanked her ass and winked. She smiled softly at him and said goodnight. As she was walking to her waiting cab. An unsettling feeling came over her. Jeanette had become so involved with assimilating to the life of a prostitute, that she was almost forgetting why she was really here. There had been days when she hadn't even contemplated Thorwald. She was too concentrated on whoever happened to be in the room with her. To top it off, there still seemed to be no way that she could get close enough to her target to collect any valuable information. She hadn't seen Thorwald once since her audition with David. As she sat down in the back of the cab, she knew with dismay that her mission was failing. If she wasn't getting any information for the Agency, then what made what she was doing any different from actually becoming a prostitute? She didn't want to consider that. Chapter IV: The Party One day the following week, she was informed by Thorwald's butler that there was an opportunity to earn extra pay by making an appearance that night at a private party. After interrogating him further, he told her that the party would be attended by Thorwald and a few of his close friends. Jeanette agreed immediately. She was elated. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. At long last, Jeanette would be in the same room as Thorwald and be able to listen in on his conversations without arousing suspicion. She thought about this long and hard throughout the day, as she entertained her clientele. When her regular shift was done, the butler returned for her. She had put all her clothes back on. When he saw this, he looked perturbed. "You will not need those. You're still working. Take them off." She undressed herself again, putting her clothing back in the dresser. It hadn't even occurred to her what type of party this was going to be. For some reason she had imagined that she was only going to be there as a guest. Yet, clearly this was only going to be an extension of her regular duties. The butler guided her through the halls, into a part of the building she had never been in before. She padded after him barefoot, her breasts bouncing with each step. He walked so quickly; she had to practically jog to keep up with his pace. They came to a staircase and she followed him up to the second floor. Here they entered a lavish room with a small party already in full swing. There were about a dozen men there, all dressed in expensive suits. The guests stood around in small groups, laughing and bantering loudly. They were picking at plates of hors d'oeuvres and gulping down glasses of wine. Servants in tuxedos were rushing around, refilling glasses and making sure everybody was having a good time. She spotted Thorwald right away with David and two other men huddled around him in the corner. The butler cleared his throat and motioned his arm to her, "Gentlemen, your entertainment for the evening." As she stepped forward, naked and gorgeous, the men began to applaud wildly. She turned to the butler, "What am I supposed to do?" He rolled his eyes, "What are you being paid for?" He nudged her forward and she walked in amongst the men. As soon as she got in arm's reach of them, they started pawing at her. They groped her breasts and smacked her ass. One man gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek while another slid his hand up between her legs and squeezed. They were all roaring drunk, she concluded, and they were swarming around her like sharks to fresh meat. One of them took off his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. "Suck on this, baby." He urged her, as he rubbed his cock against her leg. She knelt before the man and did just that. They crowded around her to watch and shout bawdy remarks about the size of her tits and redness of pubic hair. She had barely been sucking the one man for a minute when a second cock pressed against her cheek. She moved her mouth between them and soon found that she was surrounded by hard cocks. At least six of the men had already removed their pants and encircled her, waiting for their turn. She spun herself in circles, tasting each man while she filled her hands with two others. She looked up at their faces and saw with disappointment that Thorwald was not among them. Two of them reached under her legs and lifted her up into the air. She let out a little yelp as she suddenly found herself being carried across the room. The men tossed her carelessly onto a couch, and as soon as she landed, a third man jumped on top of her. He slid himself into her pussy and began pumping away, while one of his friends stood up on the couch and popped himself into her mouth. As she surveyed the room, she saw that most of the men were completely undressed. The floor was strewn with expensive suits and underwear. Her hopes of listening to important conversations were fading. Nobody was speaking except to comment on how sweet her pussy was. If these men were players in a criminal conspiracy, they hadn't come to talk shop. They'd come to have a good time, and she was providing it. They kept swapping. Every time she looked, there was a different man fucking her pussy or stuffing her mouth. She saw all different shapes, sizes and colours disappearing inside of her. Whenever her mouth was free for a moment, she released a pent-up moan. She could feel the moistness gathering in her pussy. "Turn the slut over," one of them shouted. "I want to put it in her asshole." She cringed. In all the time she had been working here, nobody had requested that of her. She had never had anal sex and did not particularly want to. She had been dreading it, but knew it was inevitable. So, as they lifted her up and turned her onto her back, she clenched her teeth together and braced for it. The man's hands groped her butt cheeks and spread, he pressed his finger against the puckering hole and forced it in slowly. It hurt, but not bad. As her anal muscles relaxed, he inserted deeper and deeper. Once he was in up to the knuckle, he starting to slide it in and out. She was getting used to the feeling. It felt kind of good. But the finger popped out, and was replaced by the fat head of a thick dick. This made her groan loudly. She felt it filling her very slowly, and her ass gradually relented, just as it had to the finger. Then the strokes and thrusts came. Her fingernails dug into the sofa cushions. There was still some pain and resistance when he pushed in, but there was also relief and pleasure when he pushed out. After the action in her ass was underway, another man jumped in to use her mouth. It was difficult to suck when she was experiencing these new sensations, but she did her best. They turned her over a second him, and while one man remained in her ass, another climbed on top and took her pussy. She could almost feel them rubbing together inside of her. It was a very unusual feeling. They were becoming impatient and they all wanted a go at once. Before long, in addition to the two men fucking her lower openings, she had two men who were both trying to force their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Her jaw stretched as wide as she could to accommodate, but they were two big to fit at once. Her hands became occupied by another two men who had seen they were free and wrapped her fingers around their own hard members. With all of this going on at once, Jeanette seemed unable to move her body at all. It was as if she had just become an object and they were all using a part of her body as they pleased to satisfy their needs. She felt an explosion of semen filling her ass. But as soon as that man pulled out, another was in his place. They continued moving around, trading places, sampling her different parts. Sometimes she felt mouths and hands on her breasts, legs, ears, neck. "Bring her here!" One of them called. They all climbed off of her at once. She had to stop and catch her breath. She was dizzy and the room looked like a blur. They took her by her arms and carried her to another couch, where a very fat and hairy man was sitting. He was short and round with a big smile. He grabbed her by the chin, "Are you having a good time, beautiful?" "Yes," she replied breathlessly. He laughed out loud. "You look just like a girl I had a crush on in high school. An irresistible redhead with a gorgeous body. She thought she was too good for me. Are you to good for me?" "No," she said softly. He laughed again. "Then get on the floor and kiss my feet." She did it without argument. She got down on the floor, lifted his fat foot and laid her mouth on his hairy toes. She kissed each one, then started to suck them. They were sweaty and the tasted foul. The fat man reclined with his hands behind his head, gazing down at her with a smug expression. All around her were laughing naked men. She stuck her tongue between his toes, and kissed the soles of his feet. "That's enough," he allowed. She was relieved to stop, until he said, "Now lick my ass, honey." He stuck his hands in the pits of his legs, and stuck them up into the air. His furry stomach folded into rolls of fat and his cock slapped against her belly. His big ass cheeks spread and opened a tiny hole ringed with hair. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and went at it. She licked around his asshole and then plunged right into it. She licked and sucked and kissed at him. There was uproarious laughter and hooting at that. Then somebody grabbed her and took her from behind as she licked the fat man. It went on like this for hours. They would take her in every hole, until they got bored of that and decided they wanted to try some new way to humiliate her. Then they would be ready to fuck her again. At some points she found it repugnant, but at other times she was able to enjoy it. All told, she had four powerful orgasms before the party had started to break up. Men commenced searching through clothing to find their own. They dressed and some of them left for home. Many of them were likely going back to their wives or girlfriends. They didn't feel guilty about using her. They didn't even see her as a person. Jeanette collapsed on the couch. Her body was sticky from sweat, saliva and cum. Her hair had been caked in it. There was a dull, throbbing pain in her groin and ass. She felt like she could fall asleep right there. The only two men who had not made use of her were Thorwald and David. They had apparently remained fully dressed well all of this was going on. As his guests were leaving, Thorwald was speaking to David about something in hushed tones. After a moment, the fat man whose big ass she had licked, came over and joined in their conversation. Jeanette pretended to be unconscious, but strained to hear them. "Have a good time, Larry?" Thorwald asked casually. "Not bad. The girl was cute." The fat man changed the subject. "When does the shipment come in?" "Tomorrow night at the pier." Thorwald responded. He went on at length about a shipment pickup that was going to be made. She heard them say drugs and guns, but maybe more. She made mental notes, memorizing every word that they spoke. They didn't seem concerned about being overheard, because they spoke bluntly about criminal conspiracy and smuggling. When they finally walked out of the room, Jeanette had already heard everything she needed. The butler shook her by the shoulder. "Wake up. Get a shower, get dressed and go home. You're filthy." When she opened her eyes she was smiling from ear to ear. She had finally managed to get some useful information about Thorwald's activities. The butler took her grin to be about the party, "Enjoyed yourself, huh?" Chapter V: The Report She knew she had to speak with Tom immediately. Once the cab had dropped her off in the city, she found the nearest pay phone and dialed the phone number for his office, which she had memorized. He had gone home for the night, but once Jeanette confirmed her identity with Tom's secretary, the woman gave her Tom's home address. It wasn't far, so she decided to walk. This was a decision she quickly regretted when it started to rain. It began as small droplets, but evolved into a downpour by the time she found his street. Jeanette trusted Tom. He had a fatherly, authoritative quality to him. When she had been plucked from training and given to him as supervisor, he had been kind and understanding. The two had developed a professional friendship and a mutual respect. She was excited to see him again. It felt like she would be returning to her old life. It was a life that she had left so recently, but seemed like it happened long ago and to somebody else. She counted the numbers on the buildings until she came to the one residential home on the street. It was a fairly small, modest building, squeezed between two larger concrete structures. She hurried up his front steps. She had lifted her coat over her head like a tent, but the rain had soaked through the fabric and was running down into her hair. She rang the doorbell and waited. After a moment, the door opened. Warm light spilled out into the night and Tom was standing there wearing a bathrobe and slippers. "Who's there?" he called out. She stepped into the light. He looked at once concerned and confused, "Jeanette?" "I had to come. I have information." He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her inside quickly. Then he poked his head out to make sure nobody was watching. Once the door was closed and locked, he showed her into his living room and took her wet coat. She sat down on a recliner and he sat down on a couch across from her. His home was filled with stacks of files and documents. Various firearms were on display in a glass case on the wall. He looked stern. "You're not following instructions. You were to wait until we contacted you. You could have put the whole operation in jeopardy." She leaned forward, her soaked clothing made a wet sound as she moved. The white fabric of her blouse clung to her skin. "I had to speak with you. I haven't heard anything from the Agency in so long, I just needed some kind of sign of support." She looked at him, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she continued, "I have information. I was present for a conversation between Thorwald and some of his associates. His assistant, David and a fat man named Larry. I thought it would be important to inform you right away." She started explaining to him everything she had heard the men saying that night. At first he just kept looking at her sternly, but gradually became more and more interested in what he was hearing. At one point, he stopped her so he could grab a pen and paper to make notes. He nodded his head enthusiastically as he jotted down all the details. When she had finished, he looked up from his paper. "This is good stuff. This is damned good stuff. You got this while cleaning his office?" She froze and nearly stopped breathing. The time had come for her to let her superior know what kind of work she was doing, and she had no idea how to start. Jeanette sat there with her mouth open for a few seconds, and then finally said, "The Agency had some bad information about the maid position." He looked baffled, "What are you talking about?" "I went to the appointment as we discussed, but when I got there I was informed that they were not hiring women to work as maids." He furrowed his brow, looking from her to his notes and then back again. "I don't understand. How did you overhear this conversation if you haven't been working for Thorwald?" Jeanette took a deep breath. "I have been working for Thorwald. At my initial job interview they informed me that they were hiring women to work in his personal… brothel. I was not completely sure how to proceed, but I did not want to sabotage the mission, so I agreed to this different position. For the past two weeks, I have been working there in that capacity. Tonight, Thorwald was present while I was… working." She watched his face as she spoke. It went from confusion, to horror, to concern and then grew stern again. A heavy silence fell over the room, and he did not meet her eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought, so she decided not to interrupt him. When he finally looked at her, he spoke very deliberately, "You should have aborted the mission as soon things started to deviate from the plan. We knew that you could pass for a maid, but we had not intended… this." He lapsed back into silence. Jeanette became filled with shame. She should have known better than to have done what she did. She buried her face in her hands, trying to hold back tears. "I've done… things… that I never imagined myself doing. I've made a terrible mistake." She whispered into her palms. "Yes." He agreed, but he laid a finger on his notepad. "Be that as it may, you've managed to collect some good information." A note of conflict was in his voice. "I should pull you off of this now before things get any more out of hand… And yet, we do need eyes and ears on Thorwald." He put a fatherly hand on her shoulder; his voice was filled with compassion. "Do you want to continue with this, Jeanette?" She lifted her head. "Yes. I want to finish what I started. I want to make amends for my mistake." He nodded slowly, mulling this over. "And you are… suited… to your duties there?" "How do you mean?" He looked her over. "Are you able to satisfactorily pass yourself off as a... prostitute? Are you… capable?" Having to answer this question made her blush. She had almost forgotten how to blush over the last couple of weeks, but she was just starting to feel like a secret agent again. "Yes. I am." "Show me." He commanded. Looking at her seriously. Jeanette's mouth dropped open. "…What do you mean?" Tom unfastened his robe and opened it up. He was naked underneath. His body was pale and thin. His small penis was poking up rigidly from a puff of coarse black hair. It was no more than three inches long, but it was hard and pink with a swollen purple head. "It is the only way I can be sure. You have to show me." She looked at him uncertainly. The meeting seemed to have suddenly taken a turn for the inappropriate. Over the course of her mission, Jeanette had done many filthy things. But this seemed different. It didn't seem to have anything to do with maintaining her cover. "Tom… I'm not sure I understand." His eyebrows narrowed and he gave her a cold look. "Jeanette, this operation is big. This is not the kind of thing to be taken lightly. If we had known that you would be posing as a prostitute, we would have tested you to make sure you could adequately play that role. I need to be absolutely certain that you are capable of performing believably. Otherwise you will be putting both yourself and the fate of this mission in grave danger. There is only one way I can be sure…" Her eyes dropped to his throbbing little prick. This didn't feel right to her, but he was her supervisor and it wasn't her place to question his orders. She supposed that, maybe, what he was saying made some kind of sense. She got up from the recliner and crossed the room to kneel between his legs. She placed her hands on his thighs and looked up at him. He put a hand on her head and ran his fingers through her wet hair. "This is strictly business, Jeanette. I have to be certain." He assured her solemnly. She inclined her head forward and parted her lips slightly, letting them descend slowly onto Tom's cock. He was so small that before she knew it, the whole thing was sitting comfortably inside her mouth. Gripping him at the waist, she began to suck, slowly at first and then more quickly. His legs spread and his hand remained on the top of her head, guiding it as she bobbed. The room was silent but for the sound of the rain on the window, and the sucking sounds of her mouth at work. She lifted her head and looked at him. "Is that enough? Does that prove that I'm capable?" He looked down with disappointment. "This is what you've been doing over there?" There was a little bit of anger in his voice. He closed his robe. "I'm going to pull you out of there before you get yourself into any trouble. Nobody is going to believe that you're a prostitute. Go home, Jeanette. I'll call the Agency and let them know that you've messed it up and the mission has to be aborted." "No!" Jeanette cried, frightened that he was about to put an end to her spy career before it had even begun. She grabbed the flaps of his robe and swung them open again. She dove down onto his cock and began to passionately lick and kiss it. Her tongue moved nimbly, making use of all the skill she had acquired. She sucked him hard and fast and fervently. He began to moan and she knew she was doing a good job. This encouraged her. She filled her mouth with his hairy balls while jerking him off between two fingers. Tom grabbed her head and lifted her away from his engorged manhood. He grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open. His hands moved so quickly that he had her bra unhooked before she even realized he had reached behind her. The bra fell off and her big breasts spilled out. He got to his feet. "Stand up!" He insisted. She did. He grabbed her skirt and panties and yanked them both down around her ankles in a single stroke. His little eyes looked her up and down from behind his thick glasses. He was massaging his little dick as he examined her breasts and her pussy. Then told her to turn around so he could see her ass. When she turned away from him, Tom placed his hand on her back and pushed her over harshly. With her skirt and panties still tangled around her ankles, she fell hard and landed on all fours. In an instant, she felt his greedy hands on her waist and his little cock pushing its way into her pussy. She pushed back against him, grinding. He grabbed her by the hair and her head snapped back. She groaned. His thrusts came rough and fast. He was moaning even louder now as he shook her body back and forth, making her breasts swing like pendulums. His cock was so small that it wouldn't have given her much discomfort, if not for the relentless pounding she was receiving from him and fact that her body still ached from the party. There was a loud, wet, repetitious, slapping sound as he ploughed into her. It didn't feel pleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite. But she knew that she must give a good performance or Tom remove her from the job and send her back to training or worse. Tom's breaths were becoming shorter and she sensed that he was close to finishing. This pleased her, as she was anxious to leave. He pulled out swiftly and shouted "Flip over!". She let her body drop to the floor and rolled over onto her back, so she was looking up at him. He was stroking himself furiously and had a wild look in his eyes. He stepped over her and sat his hairy ass cheeks right on her breasts, sticking his cock in her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but as she did so, a thick rope of white semen squirted out and landed across her face and lips. She spat. Then a second rope squirted out. Luckily, Jeanette was able to close her eyes in time, because this one landed right over her lids. She reached up and wiped it away so she could open her eyes. When she did, she saw Tom refastening his robe and looking at her guiltily. He extended his hand to pull her to her feet, and she accepted. Then he left the room. Jeanette pulled up her panties and skirt. Sitting down on the couch she tried to button up her blouse, but saw that it had been too badly ripped when he tore it off of her. She let it hang open as she searched for her bra. When Tom returned, he had a damp face cloth. He sat down next to her on the couch and gingerly wiped his seed off her face. He did it so tenderly; it was hard to believe that he had been roughly fucking her seconds earlier. It seemed as though he were back to normal. It was like watching him transform into a werewolf, and then return to human form. "I'm sorry I had to do that." He said bashfully. "I just had to make sure that you were up to job. You understand?" She wasn't sure that she believed him, but she managed to respond, "Yes. I understand." After he cleaned her up, he bid her goodnight and told her to come back to his home the next week at the same time for another progress report. Jeanette hid her ripped blouse under her coat and walked off into the night. Every other time she had sex with one of those strange men, it had felt like part of the job. But as Jeanette walked home from Tom's house that night, she felt for the first time that she had truly become a whore.
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Large firm hand groped her bare ass cheek and squeezed. Miar stood in front of a large double door, solid wood and intricately carved, waiting for her 'pat-down' to finish. She glanced down at the bald, masculine man crouched on her right, now feeling her inner thigh, then to her skimpy outfit. A red push-up bra, that emphasize the perkiness of her modest breasts, and tiny red thong, just big enough to cover her pussy. Well-toned physique from regular exercising and alluring curves of her slender waist and round butt never fail to draw attention and her current clothing, or lack thereof, screamed 'groped me'. Still, an urge to break his nose boiled in her chest and Miar took a long deep breath to suppress it. The man stood and stepped to her left, his thick fingers traced the small of her back. Miar looked down overly decorated hallway so she did not have to see his smug face. The gaudy mansion belonged to Alejandro Viera. A crime lord whose wealth came from underground prostitution rings and drugs. The bald door guard cupped her petite mound and kneaded softly before sliding down her flat belly. He groped her other ass cheek and his thick finger pushed against her anus. Miar yelped and spun on him, causing her medium length black hair to flare out. She glared as he slowly stood. Her brown gaze met his dark eyes and he held it for a second before shrugging. He was a good foot taller than her and built like a bull but Miar would beat him to a sloppy mess if she was not working. The man pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter. Miar sauntered into a large, heavily furnished room. Air conditioning chilled the otherwise hot and dry summer night. Too cold for her who was nothing short of naked and her light tan skin prickled. Large portrait of a round-faced, brown skin old man with dark eyes and bushy mustache, in golden frame, hung on the far wall. Massive chandelier hung in the center of the room over a canopy bed, draped with silk of different colors. The old man from the portrait eyed her from within the plush bed and wagged a finger for her to go to him. Miar forced a practiced smile, one with eagerness mixed with a hint of shyness. She sauntered toward him, adding a little more sway to her hips. Miar spread her arms and spun, slow and deliberate, as she scanned the room for any potential weapon. Her brown gaze found a fruit knife on a gaudy looking table. She looked back at the old man and a surge of revulsion twisted in her gut. His fat belly rose and fell with heavy breath as his beady eyes oozed with lust. One of his chubby hands rested on his stomach while the other…moved back and forth under his bath robe. Miar nearly gave in to the sudden urge to take the knife and killed right away but held back. She had no chance of killing him unless she was real close to him. On top of him close. Miar knew from her research that this man, Alejandro Viera, hid high velocity machine guns around the room. They were linked to hostility sensor implanted in his forehead. The guns could fire on command or automated, by detecting his heartrate and brainwave. On top getting passed one hundred of fully armed men and countless cameras, these guns deterred anyone from even think about taking his live. "Take them off," he demanded, one hand still moving in his robe. "S-sure," Miar replied with feint uncertainty. She unclasped the bra and let it slipped off her arms and dropped to the floor. Revulsion boiled in her stomach when Alejandro licked his lips as his eyes drooled at her pert breasts. Chilled air brushed across her light tan skin made her nipples stiffen visibly. A low rumbling chuckle from the old man caused redness to burst on her cheeks. "Turn around and make sure to bend real low when you take that little thing off." Miar flushed even more at the request but obediently turn around and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her thong. She pulled it down slowly as she bent forward, exposing her clean shaven pussy and tight anus. Miar never have to show so much of herself, for all of twenty-three years of her life, before and was surprise to feel tingles between her legs. She was turned on from showing her cunt to a man more than twice her age? "Beautiful. Now, spread them for me, girl. Gotta make sure you have nothing hiding in there," Alejandro said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Miar wanted to scream but she had a job to do. She spent weeks setting everything up and even fucked distasteful men to get this one chance to take his head. Alejandro's death would rattle the crime syndicate in District 6 for a while. Plus, the reward for his head would keep her comfortable for at least six months. Miar gingerly pressed her fingers against her pink, lush labia, now glistening with moisture, and gave Alejandro a good look inside her tight pussy. Pounding of her heart echoed in her ears as heat burned on her face. Thought of severing his cock before his head came to her but she pushed it aside. The big picture was more important. Chopping off his penis would only delay her job, giving the machine guns time to find and shoot her. Alejandro snapped his finger to draw her attention and gestured for her to get on the bed. Sigh of relieve escaped her lips as she straighten her back and turned around. Miar climbed on the plush mattress and straddled Alejandro. She grabbed the collar of his plush bathing rode and spread them to reveal his hairy chest. Another surge of revulsion struck her but fought it down before anything showed on her expression. Miar combed her dainty fingers through the curls and forced a giggle. Her big, brown gaze playfully danced about his dark eyes as she leaned forward. She licked her upper lip before kissing his chest and feint delicious moans. Alejandro undid his robe and let his cock sprang free. Miar eyed the succulent rod and wetness seeped from her pussy. She chastised herself for wanting sex from such a grotesque man and pushed the yearning away. The old man reached for her dainty mounds and squeezed them in his grasps. Chubby fingers pinched and rolled her erected nipples, causing Miar moaned genuinely from the pleasure. She considered getting a good fuck before killing him. As if knowing her thought, Alejandro groped her round ass and pushed her drench cunt against his cock. Miar shuddered. Heat spread through her abdomen as her hips bucked eagerly. The old pushed some more and she moaned when his bulbous head penetrated her. Miar wrapped trembling arms around his neck and lowered into his cock. She gasped as his fat girth stretched her out and nearly cum when his throbbing head pressed against her cervix. "A-Ahhh...Y-you're very b-big, s-sir," Miar moaned and shivered in his hairy chest. Copious juice squished from the side of her stuff pussy when she rocked her hips up his length. Pleasure erupted when she rammed herself down and her lustful cries echoed the large room. "Is that all you got, girl? They said you're exceptional or is my cock just too much for you?" Alejandro said as he watched her shuddering on his chest. Still reeling from the climax, Miar pushed up with shaky arms and slowly rode her stretch out cunt up and down the lengthy cock. She could not believe how quickly she came. The sensations overwhelmed her and the carve for more fogged her mind. Intense pleasure swelled in her abdomen each time she thrusted her hips down. The job faded from her mind. Cocks were all she wanted. In her mouth. In her hands and even up her virgin ass. "Yes…work those hips some more. I didn't pay you to cum, girl," Alejandro said as he reached for her ass. One of his fingers rubbed against her tight anus before forcing its way in. Miar yelped and jerked as the sensation took her by surprise. "Why did you stop? Keep going!" "Y-yes, sir." Miar gasped when his finger slid deeper into her unexplored depth. The pleasure was new and one she actually enjoyed. The thought of a fat cock impaling her virgin anus sent quivering thrill up her spine. Miar rolled her hips into his throbbing penis and thick finger and the sensation nearly sent reeling with another climax. Her breath caught when Alejandro added another finger and began to slid them in and out. Double penetration was definitely the next thing she would try. Miar worked her quivering hips harder. Her overflowing pussy squished on his fat cock every time she hilted him. Alejandro pulled her in for a deep kiss with his free hand. His drooling tongue slithered to the back of her throat and, instead of recoiling with revulsion, Miar sucked greedily. She pumped her hips hard as Alejandro's fingers danced and squirmed in her clenched ass. Wet slaps of their flesh filled the room, accented by her carnal moans of pleasure. Pudgy fingers seized her bouncing breast before pinching her hard nipple. Miar gasped as he pulled and rolled her aching nub. Tingling pleasure made her skin prickle with goosebumps. She had never been so eager. The fingers slid down to her clit before circling and squeezing her overly sensitive bud like a child brutalizing a new toy. The flood of pleasure, tainted with pain, sent her reeling with overwhelming orgasm. Hot fluid gushed from her stuffed pussy as euphoria washed over her. Alejandro groped her sweat-soaked ass with both hands and forced her buckling hips slid up and down his length. Helplessly drowned in the throe of her climax, Miar could only whimper and moan under his demand. He rammed her hips down harder and harder, each time swelling more and more in her tight confines. Miar erupted with another orgasm when Alejandro slammed her into his forceful thrust and exploded inside her. Warmth spread in her belly as squirt after squirt of his hot cum filled her. Pliable wall of her womb expanded to accommodate his copious load and the fullness made her sigh with content as she laid on Alejandro's hairy chest. Disturbing thought of her becoming pregnant with Alejandro's child made her smile. Miar would rather die than carry his baby. Good thing she, or rather her kind, was infertile. Her gaze landed on the fruit knife and her thought focused. The fun was over, time to finish her job. Miar stretched one hand out as she focused on the image of the knife in her mind and imagined it flying into her hand. "Thank you for everything, sir," Miar said as she waited but the knife only shook slightly on the gaudy table. "I don't think that's going to work, Miss Hora," Alejandro whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened as she jolted up. A prick on her thigh followed by gush of air pressure rang like fire alarm in her mind. Numbness spread through her body in seconds. Miar collapsed on the bed next to Alejandro when he pushed her off of him. Darkness crept around the edge of her vision as the old man leaned over to look at her. "H-how?" she croaked before her consciousness faded.
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His Apology Dave steps out of the house and looks across the yard. He isn't sure where Carri is, but her truck is here so she can’t be far. Maybe she is gone for a horseback ride. She is probably off working somewhere. Carri is one of the hardest workers he has ever met. So the barn is the first place he is going to look. There is always work to be done in there. As Dave steps off the porch and starts towards the big building he smiles. He has some apologizing to do. ‘Asshole’ is the only word he can think of when he considers his recent behavior. He hasn’t been easy to live with. He knows that. Showing appreciation or affection are not his strong suits. He wasn't raised that way, but still, he should try harder. She works her ass off to make him happy and he often takes it for granted. He is going to have to put forth an effort to show her how much he appreciates everything she does. He knows what she likes. Carri has a lot on her mind as she works. She often uses chores around the small hobby farm as time to think. It's easy to get lost in her thoughts and get shit done at the same time. The animals take a lot of her time and attention. She loves them all; animals are easy. There often just isn't enough time in the day to finish everything she would like to. An argument that her and Dave had yesterday is fresh in her memory. Some bullshit about dusting around the house. She acted more upset and hurt then she really was. A tactic that often ends stupid arguments when her and Dave have both had a long day. She effectively ended the argument with, “Your fingers aren't broken.” A small smile spread across her face as she thought, “Men are easy too.” As Dave steps into the barn, all of his senses take in his new surroundings. The smell of fresh hay, the bright sunlight squeezing between the boards, the warm, calm air on his skin and the peacefulness of an almost empty building. With all of the animals outside he can hear the sounds of hay bales being stacked in the loft. The ladder is close, and as he nears the top, she comes into view. Dave loves looking at her; especially when she doesn’t know he is there. Carri is dressed in faded jeans and an old flannel shirt. She is about 5’6” and has an ass that was made for jeans. The tight denim hugs her curvy hips and stretches across her tight round ass perfectly. Her shirt is loose, but Dave knows the top few buttons will be open and show her small firm breasts straining against her t-shirt. She is stacking bales in the far corner of the loft. He quietly walks towards her as he watches her work. She is nearly finished with her chore and doesn’t acknowledge him. "How's it going?" Dave asks from just a few feet away. Carri jumps ever so slightly, he is pretty graceful for such a big man, almost 6'3", and she hadn't heard him until he spoke. "Good, I'm almost done. I'll be in soon," she replies. "I've got a better idea," Dave says as he places his strong hands on her hips and pulls her to him. He kisses her gently on the lips and moves his hands to her shoulders and neck to deepen the bond. She places her hands on his chest and pushes him away. "What is this all about?" Carri asks. He looks into her eyes and says "I'm sorry, I was an ass." A laugh escapes her and a sly smile appears on her face as she sees a confused look on his face. "You're a man, I know what to expect by now." she laughs. "Oh really?" he says, "Maybe I still have a few tricks you haven't seen yet." Her smile turns into a big curious grin. Dave places his hands on either side of her face, pulls her to him, and kisses her passionately. As his fingers caress her cheeks and neck, his tongue teases her lips. He starts slowly, easing her into the deep kiss. Soon Carri is fully engaged, and wraps her arms around his neck. He can feel how warm she is from her hard work and decides that she needs a break. Moving his hands down her neck through her short dark hair to her collar; the buttons on her shirt offer little resistance as he pulls them apart on the way to his reward. He bends down to kiss the base of her throat and across the top of her breasts. Such a beautiful sight. He wants to enjoy all of her. Spinning her around and pushing her up against the stack of hay he easily unhooks her bra under the back of her shirt and offers them the support of his hands instead. They are the perfect size; just enough to fill each hand. While kissing the back of her neck and shoulders he teases her small pink nipples with his fingers and enjoys their immediate reaction to his attention. Stripping her loose clothing off of her and dropping it to the floor, he works his hands down her back and over onto her hips. Dave pulls her towards him and uses her denim covered ass to massage his own restrained excitement while his left hand moves to her throat and his right hand travels down between her legs. While using both hands to hold her tightly to him he kisses the right side of her neck and face; Dave realizes he doesn’t have enough hands to touch everything he wants at one time. His left hand stops to caress her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples on its way to meet his right hand at the button and zipper which stands between him and his deepest desire. Undoing the fasteners offers just enough room for him to pull the final barriers from her hips and thighs. He quickly slips her out of her shoes and the last bit of her clothing, until she stands facing away from him completely exposed. He slowly kisses his way from her calves up to her neck without letting his lips leave her skin even for a moment. Reaching down, he pulls his own shirt up and off over his head and tosses it aside. Now his strong, hairy chest is free to touch her smooth, hot skin. “One of us is over-dressed,” Carrie whispers to him. Reaching back, Carri caresses his erection through his jeans with both of her hands. She turns around and pulls the buttons of Dave’s jeans open. The sight of his circumcised 7" cock straining against his boxer briefs stirs a shiver of excitement deep in her pussy. She returns the favor of removing his last bit of clothing with a hand on each hip and pulling them down to his ankles. She begins kissing the front of his thighs and slowly works her way up from side to side. Her left hand gently embraces his manhood and moves it to the side so she can kiss the tender skin all around and up to his belly button. She loves teasing him and building her excitement. Gracefully she stands up and guides his cock so that the head of it slowly slides down her neck and chest finding just a bit of resistance between her breasts as she straightens her legs. Now as she leans forward to kiss his chest she can feel his thick prick pressing up against her stomach, hard and willing. Dave places his big left hand at the base of her throat and pushes her up against the hay pile once again. The hay feels rough and exciting against her bare skin, and she loves his rough handling. So strong; she looks forward to what he wants next. “Don’t move,” he says “this will take only a moment." Carri watches him as he walks naked across the loft to where some horse tack is stored on the wall. He glances back at her as she slides her hands up over her breasts and caresses her left calf with her right foot while rubbing her thighs slowly together, never taking her eyes off of him. She would have to be patient as he prepares the next part of his apology. As he turns back to the wall he spots the items he is looking for. A long leather strap and a short piece of heavy rope. He returns to where Carri is still leaning against the hay and drops the items on the floor next to her. She looks up at him, but before she can speak he kisses her again on the lips and slides a hand between her thighs and teases her clit until he coaxes a happy moan from her. “Remember, I said don’t move,” he tells her as their lips part. She has no idea what he is doing, but she is willing to wait and find out. Working quickly beside her he takes three of the hay bales and stacks them on the floor, the bottom two running North to South and the top one opposite, pointed East to West. He then retrieves her flannel shirt and lays it across the top bale like a small blanket. He has made what looks to be a small platform. She looks on with delight and expectation, her imagination working with the possibilities. Returning to her side, he picks her up easily off of the floor as if she were one of the bales and steps over to his new creation laying her on top of her shirt. Stepping back, he admires Carri lying naked before him in the warm subdued light of the loft. She is a little self-conscious of her nudity like this and she pulls her knees up to her chest. She is a mother and childbirth has left a few reminders on her body. He knows what she is thinking and says, “You are absolutely gorgeous, and I’m going to show you how much I appreciate everything about you.” A moment later Dave is standing in front of her and places a strong hand on each of her calves. He straightens her legs and rests them against his chest. As he reaches down and grabs his erection he turns his head and kisses her ankles on either side of his face. Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock across her swollen pussy lips and up over her clitoris, resting it on her well maintained bikini line. With a hand on each ankle he pulls her legs up slightly to give him a better angle. Pressing against her legs with his chest he grabs her hips on either side and now controls her with his chest, arms and hands. Slowly he starts moving his hips back and forth, sliding the smooth underside of his cock across her pussy lips and clit. Pulling back until the head rests at the opening, he applies just enough pressure, and then tilts his hips so that he slides up and across her pussy rather than in. This teasing is having its desired effect, and Carri reaches down to guide him inside of her. He pulls back and smacks her playfully on the ass. “We’ll get there soon,” he says with a smile. Dropping to his knees, he kisses and nibbles the backside of her hips and thighs. Slowly he runs his tongue up one side of her labia, making gentle circles around her clit before sliding the underside of his tongue across it and working his way back down the other side. Dave pulls her repeatedly back from the edge of her first orgasm, by placing his kisses on the back of and inside her thighs. Slowly and gently he slides a single finger into her wet excited pussy. Carri gasps and arches her back slightly to better enjoy Dave’s efforts. She reaches down and grabs his head with a hand on either side and pulls him in tight to her pussy. She breathes out, "Don't stop, don't stop." With the underside of his tongue, he works her clitoris back and forth and introduces a second finger to steadily massage her G-spot with his right hand. His left arm is wrapped around her hips and holding her tightly so he can feel her every movement. With firm pressure and a steady rhythm, he is soon rewarded with her first orgasm. Dave enjoys the smell and taste of the woman he loves as she cums on his face. Carri reaches down and pushes his head away from her. Dave knows that she is now too sensitive and needs a moment to recover from his direct stimulation. He stands and positions himself as if to massage her with his cock again, but this time as he pushes forward he does not tilt his hips, and his swollen and throbbing cock slowly disappears into her tight wet pussy. Carri tilts her head back and enjoys the moment as much as Dave. He watches every inch of progress until he has no more, and feels his balls press up against her ass. Dave builds up to a steady rhythm of easy thrusts to push her towards her next orgasm. Carri’s right hand moves to her clit and rubs it in small circles while her left hand pulls and pinches her nipples. With her manipulation and Dave’s strong thighs pounding steadily against hers, Carri can feel the familiar tickle of a big orgasm starting deep in her pussy. Dave’s thick hard cock always hits the right spot, and pushes Carri over the edge of her second orgasm. Dave can feel her pussy tighten and squeeze his dick as she cums all over it. Her big orgasm gets his cock and balls wet and slick. He continues for a short while until, on the back thrust, he allows himself to pull completely out. “Please put it back,” she begs. “Soon,” he replies, “come here." He reaches forward and takes her by the hands pulling her up and off of the bale until she is standing before him. She drops to one knee and quickly wraps her lips around his erection, working her mouth up and down his wet cock with blatant desire. Dave stands there and enjoys this, how can he not? He is a man after all. Coming to his senses, Dave realizes that he is losing control of the situation. This will not do. This is his rodeo, so to speak. He pulls her to her feet and quickly spins her around and smacks her on the ass again. “I’m in control here and I’m not done yet,” he says. “Well, you can’t blame a girl for wanting to have some fun,” she moans. Carri turns her head to kiss him. While doing this she uses her ass to rub his hard-on. Breaking the kiss Dave pushes her down onto the hay bale so that she is bent forward over the edge of it. Reaching down he retrieves the leather strap and rope from the floor. Placing the center of the leather strap across her back just under her shoulder blades, he then wraps the ends around her sides and crosses them between her breasts and back up over her shoulders. A simple knot tied behind her neck keeps it from slipping off and gives him a good handhold. Now he takes her hands and ties them together behind her back with the short piece of rope. Nothing too tight. He wants to excite her, not hurt her. “Wow, this is new,” Carri says. “How is this going to work?” Dave just smiles and laughs a little bit as he pulls back on the strap with one hand and lifts her upper body off of the bale. He reaches around with the other and removes her shirt from the hay. Gently he sets her back down. Her bare breasts and nipples are now against the coarse grass. Carri loves the rough feeling against her skin and the way he manhandles her. This new twist is very exciting and her pussy aches with anticipation. Dave looks down at her and admires the situation. His whole world right now is Carri’s shapely legs, great ass, wet swollen pussy and her bound hands. This gorgeous woman is willing to relinquish control for a while and completely trust him. Now he is going to fully enjoy her in his favorite position. Standing behind her with his knees slightly bent, he places his erection in perfect alignment with her pussy. He places both hands on her ass and caresses it while pressing himself against her inviting lips. With the head of his cock just barely inserted, he can push her away with his hands and watch his prick appear, and then pull back with his hands and watch her envelop him again and again. Slowly, he brings his hips into play and builds a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling and slow thrusting in sync with her breathing. Even when she gives up control, she is actually ‘in control’. He listens to and watches her carefully, letting her reactions guide his every action. He pulls his cock out and slides it ever so slightly up and presses it against her ass. Her breath catches for a second at the threat or promise of forbidden play and then he slides it back down and thrusts it deep inside of her. Dave reaches up and grabs the leather strap where it is knotted between her shoulders and pulls it towards him. A whole new sensation of deep penetration and control come with it. Her firm ass presses fully against him as her back arches and her shoulders and tits rise up off of the hay bale. He alternates between a hard thrust and a gentle thrust with a hard pull on the strap. She enjoys the combination as well, moaning and begging him to, "fuck me harder." He is pulling the strap back hard enough to hold her chest off of the hay bale so that her nipples just brush its surface. Long deep thrusts and the bales rough surface bring on her third strong orgasm. He loves every convulsion and moan. He can't stand it any longer. It's his turn now. He is several small and three earth shattering orgasms behind now. That just isn't fair. He picks her up and turns her on the bale. Now her stomach and hips support her and her breasts hang freely off the other side. Pulling the top bale as close to the edge of the bottom bales as he dares, he now pulls back on the strap with his right hand and pulls the top bale with his left until it rolls back onto its edge. He controls the rocking motion with a combination of strap pulling and hard deep thrusts. Slamming his cock into her tight wet pussy quickly brings him to the verge of his own orgasm. Letting the bale roll forward, he places his hands around her throat and holds her tightly against him as he thrusts deep into her one last time and lets his orgasm overtake him. His cock explodes deep inside of her, releasing shot after shot of hot sticky cum inside her tight convulsing cunt. His ecstasy lasts several seconds, and every muscle in his body tenses and then relaxes as he lets go of her, resting her on their makeshift sex platform. They are both breathless and shaking from the exertion. Covered in sweat and satisfied, he covers her in kisses and caresses as he unties her hands and removes the leather strap he used to control her just moments before. Carri kisses him and they slowly get dressed. They quickly finish the work she started earlier in the day and head inside for the evening. He turns to her and says, "I guess it's true, there's always something to do in the barn." She just smiles and takes his hand in hers as they walk into the house.
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One summer in my past I had a girlfriend, I had a good job, and I had a few beautiful friends. My girlfriend decided to spend her summer out of the country on vacation with her family. I couldn't leave with her nor could I visit her so I would just call her every now and then. During that summer I worked and worked until she came home and found the present I had gotten her for her b-day. It was a promise ring ( i was afraid of commitment so i didn't want to get engaged) i told her i promised to stay loyal to her and so on....She smiled and teared a little and said she loved it, She gave me this long wet kiss, and began to draw me closer to her, we were in the kitchen the house was also full, after all this was a birthday party. Jenny (My gf) said let's go upstairs, I didn't care that the house was full since she had been away for so long, I felt like I was going to bust when she started kissing me. When we got into the room, she immediately shut the door and grabbed me by collar and pressed her lips to mine, I couldn't help but oblige, her lips were so soft, her breath was warm, and it was ever so moist i didn't want it to end. we kept kissing, passing our tongues over one each others still not letting our lips part, my hands began to roam over her dress and start going up her leg, these were the softest and fit legs I had ever felt. I reached up to her ass which is by far the greatest ass that I have ever seen or felt on any woman, It is a nice firm and soft combination of a huge bubble shaped ass. I cupped her ass and noticed she was wearing a lace thong. At that moment i just had to see it, I broke our kiss and turned her around, slightly moved her against the wall and pulled her dress off, my god she had a great looking ass, and that thong just made it all better, black lace with a baby--blue bow, now that her back was to me i decided to take advantage. Her turn on spots have always been on her neck and back, especially when I am behind her and I she can rub her ass all over my dick and feel how hard she makes me. I began to slowly kiss back neck, and make my way down to her back, I could hear her gasp every time she felt me kiss her, every time i dragged my tongue in circles on her earlobe. She started moaning when i reached forward and began playing with her C cup breasts and puffed out nipples, she kept saying i want you inside me already, but i was just getting started, I hadn't even gotten to playing with her below the waist, but right before I reached down, she grabbed my left hand and began sucking on my index finger, slowly and softly I could feel her warm mouth and it was so wet i started to gasp a little. I reached down with my right hand and pulled her thong off, and slowly began to rub her clit,, every thing was wet, her lips, her pussy, her clit, her legs, she was soaking wet, and i started to rub her clit a little faster untill she started moaning, she let go of my finger and got on the floor. She was expecting for me to get on top of her, but i just came up next to her and began sucking on her nipples while my hand made its way down to the entrance of her pussy, Immediately two finger went in i slowly made circles on her gspot, while slowly rubbing her clit with my thumb, this drove her mad, I could feel she was reaching an orgasm, so i sped up up a bit when suddenly she convulsed and began to moan at that point I covered her mouth a bit so she wouldn't cause anyone to come knocking after she finished she panted a bit and said why are you using your hand to cover my mouth when you have a hard 9 inch dick to stick in it? Immediately she pulled my pants off, not unzipping or anything just yanked them off pnned me to the floor and took my dick as far as she could down her throat, gagging a little so she came up and said " fuck this, your fucking me and fucking me good" and got on she was so hot inside i couldn't believe it, immediately she started grinding on my dick, while going back and forth, I felt like i wasn't going to last, it felt amazing, Jenny's pussy was sopping wet, hot, and she was riding me like there was no tomorrow, her moaning was getting louder and louder, she kept saying " yes, yes O my yes, God i missed you Jerry, your dick feels so good inside me" at that point i thought I cum in her, but i just bit my tongue, and held for a longer, She had an orgasm and yelled as loud as she could "fuck yes" ( her sister came knocking and said what are you doing quit it mom and dad are going to hear you fucking your boyfriend in my room) I doubt Jenny heard because all she yelled was yes another one o my Jerry yes yes, she began to slow down when again she yelled o Jerry yes yes ooowoooo and panted are going to come baby??? o come for me baby, I want to feel you cum in my throat tell me when to swallow your big cock. I lost it there i pulled her off and stood up, immediately she went to work taking my whole shaft into her mouth and moaning, back and forth all the way again and again until I came down her throat and watched as it drizzled out through her cheeks. Immediately we got dressed fixed up her hair, and headed down stairs as if nothing had happened, worried that her parents might have heard something or had been told by Jenny's sister, but no everyone was fine. Except her sister of course who with a day at the mall would get over it. A little later we sang happy birthday and every one started to leave. It was getting late so I decided to head home, so we went out side and noticed it was already dark, we talked a bit about how her trip was and she seemed kind of rare thinking about the trip i asked and she said "nothing it was ok, though i don't want to go back soon" she kissed me and began to grope me, immediately I go hard again, and she said this will take our mind off things and pulled me around the house to there back yard, she got on her knees unzipped me and began sucking me already hard dick at first she started slow and ran her tongue around the head while she sucked, then she took it as deep as she could with out gagging and in no time she had me cumming. after that we kissed and said good night. She went inside and i drove home. When I got home, she immediately called and said, I feel so bad i did something horrible I should have told you. At that point I became concerned and asked whats going on babe? she said " I kissed my ex boyfriend when I was over on vacation it didn't mean anything but then we we went cruising the next day and we made out, after that nothing happened but I feel horrible if you want to break up I understand, but I love you and only you" I didn't know what to think or do so I just said Im not breaking up with you but i have to think and hung up. First thing I did was call up my best friend Nola ( btw she's smoking hot she has D cup breasts, thing little waist, red head, well shaped ass ( not that big or small its ok), and a great pair of long legs) I told her to come over that I needed to talk. Nola came over and I told her what happened, she said " that bitch doesn't she know how to appreciate you?" she asked me if i was going to break up with her or not and then did the strangest thing, she put her hand on my inner thigh, and said " you know you got options right" then slowly gave me a kiss and slightly slipped her tongue into my mouth, at first I moved her away a little, and thought to myself i can't do this I love Jenny, but with all the mixed emotions of being cheated on and secretly have a lust for Nola, I gave in grabbed her back and started kissing her. Nola had a sweet taste in her breath that was cooling and wet, she turned me on and she straight began to take off all her clothes. She asked " did you fuck jenny today??" I said yes why, she just pulled me to the shower and said " let get you all cleaned up for me" I didn't care i just wanted to fuck Nola, when we got in the water was cold and made her nipples get rock hard. I bent down to suck on them and she just hugged me to her, and told me to bite, I love bitting and jenny hates it, but Nola by god this girl was amazing and i just bit on her nipple so she got some soap, and started washing my dick. It felt more like she was lubbing me up and giving me a handjob then washing it. then she washed my hard chest and back, rinsed and said Fuck me in your shower, your bed, your kitchen, your garage, and your car. I know you love her but tonight your mine, after tonight we can play every now and then but itll be hard because I love you. I was stunned and started to feel a bit bad she noticed and said Ive been wanting ur dick for months now, so you better fuck me and fuck me good. So i did as i was told I picked her up and slowly put her on top of my dick. She was so tight my dick didn't fit in her, she said slowly Jerry, you have the biggest dick that I've ever been with, I slowly started to go in her but when i finally got in she squealed gasped and bit on my neck. then Yelled ooo my fucking god, I just came and all you did was go in me, You fill me so well, ooo keep going slow but don't stop. I was slowly thrust in her i was nibbiling on her ear and kissing her on the mouth when she said oooo my god oo my god Jerry again another orgasm. Then she said lets go to your bed I need to ride you. we went to the bed and she with out hesitation through me on to it and straddled my dick. She rode me for what seemed to be five minutes and convulsed stronger then I had ever seen a girl do. She couldn't even yell she just gasped for air and then collapsed on top of my chest. A min or two later she got off and said I'm done for now, but lets make you cum, So she got down and said mmmm Im a taste my pussy off this enormous cock, its almost as long as my face... and she started sucking, she tried taking it deep but keep gagging. After a while she got off a little and said she wasn't used to anything this big,and started giving me a hand job, then she started sucking me off again, though I think that turned her on because she got up said slid me over to the side of the bed and rode me in a reverse cow girl position she was going slow at first I could feel she was completely adjusted to my size, but ounce the obstructions were gone she started thrusting on me hard and fast, I was loving this seeing her hour glass figure slamming back into me was driving me wild. Her moans alone were giong to drive me over the top, I told her Nola Im going to cum soon, she just said im on the pill don't you dare pull out I want to feel you cum inside me. then she yelled Im cumming im cumming ooo Im cumming, and I just let lose in her and she said oooo yes I can feel you Jerry fill me up.... OOO....she turned around and kissed me and went down and said I want to taste our cum together so she sucked me clean. That night she spent over and over the next week we had sex in all the places that she wanted to, after that week I talked to Jenny ... but that's to be continued
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One summer in my past I had a girlfriend, I had a good job, and I had a few beautiful friends. My girlfriend decided to spend her summer out of the country on vacation with her family. I couldn't leave with her nor could I visit her so I would just call her every now and then. During that summer I worked and worked until she came home and found the present I had gotten her for her b-day. It was a promise ring ( i was afraid of commitment so i didn't want to get engaged) i told her i promised to stay loyal to her and so on....She smiled and teared a little and said she loved it, She gave me this long wet kiss, and began to draw me closer to her, we were in the kitchen the house was also full, after all this was a birthday party. Jenny (My gf) said let's go upstairs, I didn't care that the house was full since she had been away for so long, I felt like I was going to bust when she started kissing me. When we got into the room, she immediately shut the door and grabbed me by collar and pressed her lips to mine, I couldn't help but oblige, her lips were so soft, her breath was warm, and it was ever so moist i didn't want it to end. we kept kissing, passing our tongues over one each others still not letting our lips part, my hands began to roam over her dress and start going up her leg, these were the softest and fit legs I had ever felt. I reached up to her ass which is by far the greatest ass that I have ever seen or felt on any woman, It is a nice firm and soft combination of a huge bubble shaped ass. I cupped her ass and noticed she was wearing a lace thong. At that moment i just had to see it, I broke our kiss and turned her around, slightly moved her against the wall and pulled her dress off, my god she had a great looking ass, and that thong just made it all better, black lace with a baby--blue bow, now that her back was to me i decided to take advantage. Her turn on spots have always been on her neck and back, especially when I am behind her and I she can rub her ass all over my dick and feel how hard she makes me. I began to slowly kiss back neck, and make my way down to her back, I could hear her gasp every time she felt me kiss her, every time i dragged my tongue in circles on her earlobe. She started moaning when i reached forward and began playing with her C cup breasts and puffed out nipples, she kept saying i want you inside me already, but i was just getting started, I hadn't even gotten to playing with her below the waist, but right before I reached down, she grabbed my left hand and began sucking on my index finger, slowly and softly I could feel her warm mouth and it was so wet i started to gasp a little. I reached down with my right hand and pulled her thong off, and slowly began to rub her clit,, every thing was wet, her lips, her pussy, her clit, her legs, she was soaking wet, and i started to rub her clit a little faster untill she started moaning, she let go of my finger and got on the floor. She was expecting for me to get on top of her, but i just came up next to her and began sucking on her nipples while my hand made its way down to the entrance of her pussy, Immediately two finger went in i slowly made circles on her gspot, while slowly rubbing her clit with my thumb, this drove her mad, I could feel she was reaching an orgasm, so i sped up up a bit when suddenly she convulsed and began to moan at that point I covered her mouth a bit so she wouldn't cause anyone to come knocking after she finished she panted a bit and said why are you using your hand to cover my mouth when you have a hard 9 inch dick to stick in it? Immediately she pulled my pants off, not unzipping or anything just yanked them off pnned me to the floor and took my dick as far as she could down her throat, gagging a little so she came up and said " fuck this, your fucking me and fucking me good" and got on she was so hot inside i couldn't believe it, immediately she started grinding on my dick, while going back and forth, I felt like i wasn't going to last, it felt amazing, Jenny's pussy was sopping wet, hot, and she was riding me like there was no tomorrow, her moaning was getting louder and louder, she kept saying " yes, yes O my yes, God i missed you Jerry, your dick feels so good inside me" at that point i thought I cum in her, but i just bit my tongue, and held for a longer, She had an orgasm and yelled as loud as she could "fuck yes" ( her sister came knocking and said what are you doing quit it mom and dad are going to hear you fucking your boyfriend in my room) I doubt Jenny heard because all she yelled was yes another one o my Jerry yes yes, she began to slow down when again she yelled o Jerry yes yes ooowoooo and panted are going to come baby??? o come for me baby, I want to feel you cum in my throat tell me when to swallow your big cock. I lost it there i pulled her off and stood up, immediately she went to work taking my whole shaft into her mouth and moaning, back and forth all the way again and again until I came down her throat and watched as it drizzled out through her cheeks. Immediately we got dressed fixed up her hair, and headed down stairs as if nothing had happened, worried that her parents might have heard something or had been told by Jenny's sister, but no everyone was fine. Except her sister of course who with a day at the mall would get over it. A little later we sang happy birthday and every one started to leave. It was getting late so I decided to head home, so we went out side and noticed it was already dark, we talked a bit about how her trip was and she seemed kind of rare thinking about the trip i asked and she said "nothing it was ok, though i don't want to go back soon" she kissed me and began to grope me, immediately I go hard again, and she said this will take our mind off things and pulled me around the house to there back yard, she got on her knees unzipped me and began sucking me already hard dick at first she started slow and ran her tongue around the head while she sucked, then she took it as deep as she could with out gagging and in no time she had me cumming. after that we kissed and said good night. She went inside and i drove home. When I got home, she immediately called and said, I feel so bad i did something horrible I should have told you. At that point I became concerned and asked whats going on babe? she said " I kissed my ex boyfriend when I was over on vacation it didn't mean anything but then we we went cruising the next day and we made out, after that nothing happened but I feel horrible if you want to break up I understand, but I love you and only you" I didn't know what to think or do so I just said Im not breaking up with you but i have to think and hung up. First thing I did was call up my best friend Nola ( btw she's smoking hot she has D cup breasts, thing little waist, red head, well shaped ass ( not that big or small its ok), and a great pair of long legs) I told her to come over that I needed to talk. Nola came over and I told her what happened, she said " that bitch doesn't she know how to appreciate you?" she asked me if i was going to break up with her or not and then did the strangest thing, she put her hand on my inner thigh, and said " you know you got options right" then slowly gave me a kiss and slightly slipped her tongue into my mouth, at first I moved her away a little, and thought to myself i can't do this I love Jenny, but with all the mixed emotions of being cheated on and secretly have a lust for Nola, I gave in grabbed her back and started kissing her. Nola had a sweet taste in her breath that was cooling and wet, she turned me on and she straight began to take off all her clothes. She asked " did you fuck jenny today??" I said yes why, she just pulled me to the shower and said " let get you all cleaned up for me" I didn't care i just wanted to fuck Nola, when we got in the water was cold and made her nipples get rock hard. I bent down to suck on them and she just hugged me to her, and told me to bite, I love bitting and jenny hates it, but Nola by god this girl was amazing and i just bit on her nipple so she got some soap, and started washing my dick. It felt more like she was lubbing me up and giving me a handjob then washing it. then she washed my hard chest and back, rinsed and said Fuck me in your shower, your bed, your kitchen, your garage, and your car. I know you love her but tonight your mine, after tonight we can play every now and then but itll be hard because I love you. I was stunned and started to feel a bit bad she noticed and said Ive been wanting ur dick for months now, so you better fuck me and fuck me good. So i did as i was told I picked her up and slowly put her on top of my dick. She was so tight my dick didn't fit in her, she said slowly Jerry, you have the biggest dick that I've ever been with, I slowly started to go in her but when i finally got in she squealed gasped and bit on my neck. then Yelled ooo my fucking god, I just came and all you did was go in me, You fill me so well, ooo keep going slow but don't stop. I was slowly thrust in her i was nibbiling on her ear and kissing her on the mouth when she said oooo my god oo my god Jerry again another orgasm. Then she said lets go to your bed I need to ride you. we went to the bed and she with out hesitation through me on to it and straddled my dick. She rode me for what seemed to be five minutes and convulsed stronger then I had ever seen a girl do. She couldn't even yell she just gasped for air and then collapsed on top of my chest. A min or two later she got off and said I'm done for now, but lets make you cum, So she got down and said mmmm Im a taste my pussy off this enormous cock, its almost as long as my face... and she started sucking, she tried taking it deep but keep gagging. After a while she got off a little and said she wasn't used to anything this big,and started giving me a hand job, then she started sucking me off again, though I think that turned her on because she got up said slid me over to the side of the bed and rode me in a reverse cow girl position she was going slow at first I could feel she was completely adjusted to my size, but ounce the obstructions were gone she started thrusting on me hard and fast, I was loving this seeing her hour glass figure slamming back into me was driving me wild. Her moans alone were giong to drive me over the top, I told her Nola Im going to cum soon, she just said im on the pill don't you dare pull out I want to feel you cum inside me. then she yelled Im cumming im cumming ooo Im cumming, and I just let lose in her and she said oooo yes I can feel you Jerry fill me up.... OOO....she turned around and kissed me and went down and said I want to taste our cum together so she sucked me clean. That night she spent over and over the next week we had sex in all the places that she wanted to, after that week I talked to Jenny ... but that's to be continued
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The Amazon Box – Chapter 1 Nelson couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to come up with his idea as he hurried home from school. His box from Amazon was supposed to arrive today, and he didn’t want anyone, especially one of his sisters to find it before he got it safely out of sight. Nelson was a pretty normal looking senior, with short blond hair and a skinny adolescent build that had caused its fair share of friendly teasing over the years. Fortunately, he had a ready smile and was a genuinely nice guy so the teasing was always good natured and friendly. He thought of some of that teasing as he rode his number 62 Royal Oaks bus towards home, but only until he caught sight of the pretty blond with the short skirt sit down on a sideways facing seat. He took that as his cue to find a seat across from her in the hopes of peeking up her skirt. He wondered what kind of teasing he would be subject to if his friends new the lengths he would go to, to get a peak at a pretty girl – any pretty girl. The thoughts of how what to do with his package, and of his friends, were put to one side as the girl wriggled out of her backpack. The entire time Nelson willed the girl’s legs to spread, but unfortunately she was far to modest and kept her knees locked together. Nelson was amused at how fast his heart was beating in hopes of seeing her panties, or maybe, if the fates were smiling, her naked pussy, if she had chosen not to wear panties. With only 2 stops to go, the girl leaned over to get something from her backpack that she had put on the floor beside her, and to Nelson’s delight, as she did the bus hit a pothole and the girl slightly lost her balance, and twisted as she was, she had to shift her legs to regain it. What this meant, was that for a brief moment, certainly less than 2 seconds, the girl’s left leg was outstretched a bit forward, but mostly to the side, giving Nelson a great view of her crotch. The view was so excellent that the crotch of her bikini panties was stretched wide, and failed to cover the entirety of her cunt. Not only could Nelson see that she trimmed her pubes, but that one entire lip had slipped out and could be seen. Not quite as good as a bare pussy sighting, but those were few and far between! The day, already promising to be a good one, had rewarded him with this treat, and an iron hard cock that Nelson was grateful he could cover with his own backpack. As the bus pulled to a stop, half a block from his house, Nelson got up and smiled at the pretty girl, who looked at his knowing smile curiously, obviously utterly unaware that she had just given Nelson quite a treat. In fact, Nelson was so caught up on the memory that he almost forgot to try to peek down her top, and only remembered in time to note that her bra matched her panties . . . Nelson walked quickly, covering the half block in record time, even knowing he should have at least half an hour before his step-sisters typically got home. Sure enough, the stereotypical Amazon box was visible from the walkway as Nelson neared his house. There it was, leaning against the front door and Nelson’s heart began to race again at the potential it offered. The fact that it was still sitting there was clear evidence that he was the first one home and even though he hadn’t been worried, he was very relieved. He unlocked the door, grabbed the box and went in, pausing only to kick off his shoes as he made a beeline for his room, with his treasured box in hand. Not only did he marvel at the potential, but for a fleeting moment, he also suffered pangs of buyer’s remorse, knowing that this box represented most of the money he had saved from his summer job lifeguarding. After dropping his backpack on his desk and putting his precious box on his bed, he returned to his bedroom door and carefully closed and locked it before returning to his box with a penknife from his desk in hand, to carefully slit the tape holding the box shut. Moments later, with the box now open he began to pull out the contents. On top was a CD in an envelope with the software installation instructions on it that he would need. Under it were the 2-dozen spy cameras that he had been researching for the last few weeks. His favorites were the 4 cameras mounted in fully operational smoke detectors. He liked these not only because they were his only hi-res 1080 cameras, but also because they could be both steered and zoomed, anywhere in a 180 degree arc. Under that were 4 USB charging adapters for wall plug ins that housed single point of focus 720P cameras. Beside them were a full 8 plug in deodorant spy cameras, also with 720P resolution. Nelson had selected these because, as plugins, they would never need battery replacement and could broadcast 24/7 with no problems. Next, he pulled out the clock radio and tissue box cameras. The clock radio was good because it was also a plug in, but the tissue box would need battery replacement. Finally, he looked at the 6 micro-cameras that he would have to find places to install. As he put the last of the bubble wrap back in the box and looked at his pile of cameras he heard his sister, the 19 year old college freshman burst into the house the way she so often did. He listened to her as he frantically pushed the Amazon box out of sight and gathered up all his cameras and put them in his closet. As was so typical, she ignored Nelson’s very existence and he could hear her walk up the stairs to the short hall that contained his room, hers, and their older sister’s room, as well as the bathroom that they had to share. After a brief pause in her room, presumably to drop her bags or whatever she had been carrying, he heard her walk into the bathroom on the other side of his bedroom wall and close the door. Then moments later he heard her sigh of relief as he listened to her pee. He couldn’t count the times that he had tried to imagine the sight of her sitting on the toilet. In fact, it was this very act that had provided Nelson with his inspiration to buy the spy cameras. Try as he might, he simply had not been able to devise a plan to cut a hole in the wall that wouldn’t have been immediately visible, on one side, the other or both. As he listened to the stream of piss hit the water in the toilet bowl he unzipped his pants quietly, and pulled out his already rock hard 5 inch cock, visualizing her cunt, this time, looking just like the one he had glimpsed on the bus. He slowly stroked as he closed his eyes in imagination. He almost came, but wanted to savor the moment so slowed down his hand to near motionlessness as he listened and thought that this time tomorrow, if all went well he wouldn’t have to imagine any more, but could watch! After his sister left the bathroom Nelson went in with one of the air freshener cameras and plugged it into the wall socket immediately in front of the toilet. He noted the indicator light come on briefly and then go out as the heater element began to warm the fragrant ‘sea grass’ scent in the small liquid tank. He would have to remember to stock up on those so that there would be a continued excuse to have them about the house. He then went back to his room and got out his laptop and the software installation CD that had come in the box. It turned out to be a simple installation, but a complex program as it offered innumerable settings for the Wi-Fi signals, power saving settings, visual and audio settings and so on. In fact, it took Nelson almost an hour of cussing and muttering under his breath to get the camera in the bathroom up and running. However, it immediately became obvious that his efforts would be well rewarded. The standard height of the plug in put it pointing at exactly where his sisters’ pussies would be. As he sat on his bed, staring at the image of the toilet he got his cock out and began to stroke it again, and almost as if on cue his sister walked in to the scene. The precum instantly began to ooze from his cock head as for the first time since they were all little he got to see his sister’s cunt. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, and she nonchalantly undid her pants and lowered them and her panties instantly bring a very hairy crotch into sight. Unfortunately, she didn’t push the pants below her knees so they totally blocked the sight of her hairy twat as she once again peed, but this time Nelson at least had actually seen her cunt, and now knew that she neither shaved nor waxed. His orgasm came so quickly that he almost shot his load all over his computer keyboard, and he barely had time to aim it onto his own t-shirt clad chest. This perfectly coincided with his second view of her crotch as she again stood and pulled first her panties and then her pants up. She hadn’t wiped! He made a mental note of the pair of panties to go looking for them later as he was hoping for at least some residual smell if not taste. He was lost in a post-orgasmic daze as she walked out of the bathroom, banged once on his door and called out “I’m off to Susan’s – back by supper”. Only then did he frantically search for the record settings, only to note that he had missed them and he had no way of replaying that amazing sight. Only the certain knowledge that there was much more to ‘cum’ kept him in good spirits. He then set things up to record any time there was motion, even though that would mean he would have to sift through endless hours of useless video. As he waited for the front door to slam, he pulled off his t-shirt, making sure to keep the sticky mess of his cum from getting on anything else. He then tossed his shirt in his laundry hamper and grabbed a different one before deciding which smoke detector to install first. Ultimately he wanted both of his sister’s room totally visible as well as his dad and step-mom’s. Watching his dad fuck his hot step mom was almost as high a priority as watching every moment of his sister’s naked bodies as he could. As the first cam would already potentially catch both his sisters he decided to take advantage of an empty house to swap out the smoke detector in the master bedroom. It turned out to be far easier than he had thought it might be. After figuring out how to put the foot stool in his dad’s bedroom on his bed so he could reach the smoke detector, all it took was a few turns of a Phillips screw driver to pop remove it from the ceiling. The little wire connector was just as universal as the instructions claimed and slid out of the little plug and back into the new one. Replacing the screws in the old holes was even easier than taking them out had been. In fact, the biggest hassle was putting the bed back the way it had been so that there was no evidence that he had even been in the room. Once safely back in his own room he got his laptop out again and finished the set up for this second camera. He spent almost an hour fiddling around with zooming it in and out and steering it to look at different parts of the bed, or the floor in front of the fireplace or the stool by the vanity as he pictured his dad fucking his step mom like in all the porn he had watched of MILF’s getting fucked. Even though Mandy (his step mom) dressed very sexily, she didn’t actually ever tease Nelson and he had never seen her naked, and had had to work very hard to even look up her skirt the 3 times he had successfully seen her panties. He was very much looking forward to having his own bird’s eye view of their action. He barely had time to go back in to the master bedroom’s en-suite to add another air freshener and then he swapped out the USB charger on the night stand beside the bed, carefully aiming it so that he would have a nice view. As he was fiddling with the settings he heard his ‘mom’ and dad get home, shortly followed by his sister. Mom started supper right away and Amy (his step sister) dominated the conversation with talk of how nice it would be to have Mandy (his other step sister) home from college for Thanksgiving. Of course, Nelson had trouble concentrating on the conversation as he was looking forward to locking himself away in his room and watching the house. After supper, dad went out to rake the lawn and mom went grocery shopping to make sure that the house was fully stocked for Mandy’s return. Amy went back to her friend Susan’s and that gave Nelson just enough time to install the other 3 smoke detectors. One in each of his sisters’ rooms and one in the living room. As well he distributed the USB plugs in his sisters’ rooms as well as one in the living room. The Tissue box also ended up in the living room even though he wasn’t sure why. He then went back to his room and set up his laptop to display any camera that had detected motion.
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Chapter 2 As soon as he could, without raising any undo suspicion, Nelson did the dishes as that was his family chore this week and then excused himself ‘to go to bed’. He went to his room, locked his door and undressed. He then got out his lube, put a non-cam tissue box near his bed and laid back with his laptop on his lap and his monitoring program on. The window that would display all the views that had motion in them was blank so Nelson opened up a small window with one of ‘Pornhub’s’ upskirt compilations in it and he lubed up his hand and began to massage his cock and balls as he watched the video. The living room cams all came to life as Stacy (Nelson’s step mom) carried in the groceries. Sam (Nelson’s dad) had hear the car and came in to help. Once everything was in most of the cameras in the living room shut off, Nelson focused the lens from the living room through the door to the kitchen where he could see Stacy putting away groceries. Sam glanced around, and presumably, seeing nobody reached under Stacy’s skirt to cup her ass cheek while he kissed her. The camera angle didn’t show her face but she didn’t seem to mind. However, she didn’t encourage him either and soon stepped out of his reach to load the fridge. Nelson could just make out her telling him to go have a shower if he wanted any fun later and Nelson knew he was going to get his own show in no time at all. Sure enough, moments later, the cams in the master bedroom came on and Nelson could see his dad stripping in the bed room, leaving his clothes in heaps on the floor. His family wasn’t exactly prudish, but it had even been a while since he had seen his dad naked. At 43, Sam only had a small belly and greying temples on a 6’0”, 180 pound frame. Nelson looked on with mixed envy and hope at his dad’s cock, which even soft, showed indications that it would be larger than Nelson’s meager 5 inches. Not being terribly interested in his dad, beyond hoping his cock would grow to match his dad’s, he went back to watching the upskirt video while he waited for Stacy to arrive. Sam finished his quick shower, and then dried off just as Stacy came in to their bathroom. She told him to put on something sexy on the TV and get some wine and she would get ready for him and be out shortly. With that, Nelson decided to turn off Pornhub and he split the screen between the cam in the en-suite, the fire detector and the USB cam by the bed. He could see his dad walk back in with a bottle of red wine and two very full glasses. He then watched as he put on a porn movie! Nelson had suspected that they watched porn together but was delighted to have proof. He zoomed in on the screen and noted that it looked like some German swingers movie. He then saw motion in the bathroom screen and almost came. Stacy had undressed just out of sight of the camera and he could now see her in all her beauty. Her shoulder length red hair frustratingly covered her tits. Nelson was well aware that they were 34Cs from playing with her dirty lingerie in the past and looked forward to getting a look at them. Stacy then lifted the lid on the toilet and sat, letting her firecrotch fill the screen of what Nelson mentally dubbed his toilet cam. He immediately put that cam on full screen and zoomed in as he rubbed his cock rapidly with his other hand. Stacy’s cunt lips protruded significantly and she shaved her lower lips, but left a bright red bush above. Nelson was looking forward to seeing a stream of golden champagne flood the image, but instead saw a hand enter the field of view as Stacy began to rub her clit a bit and moan. Only then did she begin to pee, with a dribble at first. The flow soon increased to a torrent and Stacy continued to rub her clit as she peed, and Nelson came hard. At least this time he was ready for it and had a tissue in place to catch jet after jet of his cum as he watched his step mom’s sexy slit, spread wide just for his viewing pleasure. For the second time today. Well, second time ever. Nelson saw that Stacy got up without wiping and in moments she had left the field of view. Nelson hurriedly tried to wipe the cum from his cock as he closed that window and open the two in the bedroom. He also plugged in his headphones and turned up the volume just in time to hear Stacy ask to be licked clean. Even though he was still a teen, Nelson was surprised that having just cum, his cock immediately sprang back to life at the thought of his dad licking Stacy’s piss soaked pussy. Sam grinned hugely and waited for Stacy to lay back on the bed and spread her legs. He leaned down as Nelson adjusted the camera by zooming it in and aiming it. The angle wasn’t perfect, but Sam’s tongue could be clearly seen reaching out and licking up the last clinging drops of piss from Stacy’s wet cunt. Nelson backed out the camera far enough to see her face and it had such a contented smile on it that he realized that this must be a frequent ritual. Sam’s voice was clearly audible asking if she had saved him any and she said yes, but that he would have to wait for it. She tugged on his ear to get him to move up next to her. Lets watch the movie – at least for a while ok dear she said. Sam got up and passed her a glass of wine and happily pressed play on the remote before lying on the bed next to her. As Stacy sipped her wine and watched the opening credits, she casually reached over and began to lightly stoke Sam’s already hard cock. It was every bit as big as Nelson had suspected. At least 7 inches, and fat. The movie began with three couples sitting around a dinner table when a maid walked in with drinks. All she was wearing was a tiny apron, and her tits were swinging back and forth as she distributed drinks. Sam made a comment about Stacy’s tits and cupped one of them and she smiled and leaned over and kissed him. Nelson guessed it must have been complimentary, whatever it was. The camera angle shifted to under the table, and looked up each woman’s skirt. Nelson couldn’t help but notice that the casting agent had gone for diversity. One redhead, even hairier than Stacy, one brunette, trimmed just like Stacy, and a blond, totally bald. When the camera shifted back above the table, the maid was sitting on the table, in front of a male guest, her legs straddling him, and his face buried in the blond curls of her pussy. She was obligingly holding her pussy lips wide open and the camera zoomed in on his tongue alternatively probing her clearly wet slit and her puckered asshole. Nelson added more lube to his palm and began to stroke his own cock again as he watched. In fact he barely noticed as Stacy chugged her wine and then moved to suck on Sam’s cock as he watched the pretty maid get her cunt licked. It seemed everybody involved was moaning. The maid, Stacy, Sam, and now Nelson too. Stacy stopped sucking long enough to ask “want to cum hard and fast, or want to make this last loverboy?” “Lets try to last through a whole movie this time ok baby?” Stacy didn’t answer but went back to sucking Sam’s cock as he reached to slip a finger up her cunt. On screen the camera the camera zoomed back in on the maids cunt. When the fellow moved his mouth back from her asshole to her cunt she rewarded him with a squirt of pee. Based on his eager licking, this is exactly what he was hoping for. Stacy stopped sucking Sam’s cock long enough to compliment him on his movie selection. Nelson had no idea how kinky his dad and Stacy were. He knew they fucked almost every night because he listened to them, but this exceeded his wildest imagination. Sam guzzled his wine and then filled up both glasses, suggesting Stacy take a break for sucking to drink more. “Good idea baby, I only peed enough to get my cunt wet before and need to top up” “OK, so lets pace ourselves, by alternating. You suck my cock for the rest of this scene, then I’ll lick your cunt next scene and so on” Stacy’s only response was to lean back down and take Sam’s cock in her mouth as he moaned and reminded her he wanted to last. Nelson couldn’t believe his good luck at watching all of this and wondered if he could cum twice more or if he should slow down too. Back on screen, the maid had moved to the girl next to her first lover and now was getting a tongue bath from the girl. However, this girl seemed far more interested in her asshole than her cunt. Sam suggested that this was enough of a scene change that they should trade places so Stacy rolled back onto her ass and spread her legs wide so Sam could lick her too. Stacy suggested “I wish you would take your inspiration from the movie and lick my asshole too”. Sam’s response was obvious to Nelson as he watched his dad tongue this gorgeous woman’s asshole on his laptop. As much as he wanted to last he didn’t think he would be able to. On the tv the scene shifted back under the table again, with two girls on their knees sucking the cocks of two of the guys. They were taking them deep and gagging a bit. Stacy asked Sam if she tasted ok and he responded “you know I love it when you are a dirty girl, but draw the line at shit. You taste sweaty and that in very nice”. Back onscreen the maid came explosively, squirting all over the girls face that was licking her asshole. The girl then said something in German that brought a guy up to slip his cock up her well lubed ass. “baby, I’m not sure who’s turn it is, but I sure would love to watch this while you suck my cock”. Stacy laughed loudly and said “of course” and traded positions yet again. Nelson figured out that the guy on screen must have been one of the ones that was getting his cock sucked because he unloaded his cum in the maid’s ass almost right away and the girl leaned in to lick it all out. “Sure you don’t want to cum for me baby?” “Not just yet” how about I fuck your ass for a bit?” Nelson knew he couldn’t hold it if they actually did that and watched eagerly. On screen, the girls had cleared the table and were all lying on their backs, with their legs in the air. The guys were lined up, taking a few strokes in each ass before moving down the line. Three cocks and four assholes made for lovely variety. Stacey got up on her hands and knees and the overhead view sucked so Nelson shifted to the USB cam on the night table and it was a perfect view of his dad’s 7 inch erection slipping straight into Stacy’s asshole, with almost no resistance. He added another squirt of lube in his palm and barely picked up the speed of his stroking when he began to cum again. From this angle Nelson couldn’t see the TV anymore but it didn’t seem to matter as Sam began to alternate stokes between Stacy’s asshole and cunt. Sam said “baby, I’m getting really close, want to finish up in 69?” “only if you can cum and drink at the same time, I’m getting desperate!” Sam rolled onto his back and Stacy rolled on top of him, settling her clearly wet cunt onto his eagerly waiting mouth before moving to take his erection back into her own mouth. From this angle Nelson could only see Stacy’s cunt as Sam reached up with both hands to spread it wide and watch as she began to pee. He was obviously practiced at this because he was able to swallow with his mouth open and not miss a drop even though he was clearly cumming himself. “Wow baby, that was amazing” said Sam, “Want to watch the rest oft the movie or call it a night?” Nelson wasn’t sure which answer he wanted as he didn’t want to miss anything, but didn’t think he could cum again any time soon. Stacy solved the situation for him by saying she was bushed and wanted to sleep, so Sam turned off the TV and they got into bed and turned out the lights leaving Nelson looking at a dark screen. He put his system back into motion record mode and went to sleep himself, not being able to recall such an excellent day ever in his life.
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As I lay in bed, I think about him..his muscular arms wrapped tightly around my naked body, his lips touching mine firmly as we share a passionate kiss, and the way he teases me before making me cum so hard for him. Fuck, he is amazing. As I get deeper into these naughty thoughts, I gently tickle along my collarbone with my fingertips..letting my hand sneak down my stomach and then back up underneath my t-shirt. My hands find their way to my breasts, slowly kneading them..pinching my nipples as they harden. I pull my hands away and suck slowly on both my index fingers, wetting them with saliva to rub over my sensitive nipples..I blow softly on them, causing them only to harden more. Giving each nipple a few more pinches, I slide my hands back down my stomach..teasing myself around the waistband of my shorts with my fingernails. I push down my shorts as far as I can, and I kick them the rest of the way off..left only in a lacy black thong and my t-shirt pushed up above my breasts. I let my right hand slide down between my legs, my index and middle fingers rubbing over my panty clad slit, feeling my wetness soak through the thin material. I press my fingers down hard over my clit, rubbing slowly at first but getting faster..a small moan escaping past my pink lips. After I accomplish getting myself nice and wet, I reach over and grab my favorite toy..a white vibrator just for my clit. I slowly push my panties down and off, spreading my legs nice and wide. I turn my vibrator on, teasing myself by tracing it over my nipples and then down my stomach to my clit. I gasp loudly as it first touches my sensitive clit, holding it right on it to drive myself insane. I slowly move the vibrator around in circles on my clit, moaning softly..imagining his tounge circling my clit while he looks up at me, loving that he can cause me such pleasure. I begin to speed up at this thought, but I slow myself down so I don't cum too quickly. I slide the vibrator away from clit, and down along my slit..letting it tease around my entrance. I slide it back up my slit, jerking my hips up as it returns back to my clit. I move the toy back and forth slowly over my clit, my breathing getting more and more ragged as I near my orgasm. Wanting to cum so badly, I circle the vibrator around and around on my clit, my hips moving in sync with the toy as I work for an amazing orgasm. My body begins to shake and I feel the familiar warmth rush through my body as I cum, moaning out loudly. With heavy breathing, I lay there..trying to calm down. Now, lying there naked, satisfied, and amazed..I think about how I wish he was there, licking me clean. I find my thoughts becoming naughty again as I lay there, and I start to get turned on once more. I slowly dip my index finger into my wet cunt, bringing my finger up to my mouth to suck my sweet juices off. Mmm, I think to myself how good I taste, and how much I want him to taste me. He is so sexy. The best part about him is that thick cock of his. I love the way my pussy hugs tightly around him, milking him for every drop of cum as it shoots deep inside me. I want him inside me so badly, right now. I reach over for another favorite toy of mine, my purple dildo. It's about the same size as him, and it works good enough when he can't satisfy me. I slowly suck on the tip of it, just like I would his..looking up at him as I work to taste his cum. I let the toy half-way down my throat, using my skills are pointless at this time..I just want to have another amazing orgasm. Pulling the toy out of my mouth with a 'pop' noise, I lead it down to my awaiting cunt..pratically grinning as I let my thoughts trick me for a moment, thinking it's his cock. I press the tip of the purple toy against my opening, moving it in circles before slowly sliding it inside me. I gasp loudly, needing to get myself used to the size. Slowly, I press it all the way inside of me..letting it stay buried inside me to the hilt for just a moment before sliding it back out, keeping the tip inside me. As I take a deep breath, I quickly slam the thick purple toy deep inside me..moaning out in pleasure. I slide it almost all the way out again, and then quickly back inside. Working it in and out of my soaking cunt, imagining him working that thick long cock of his in me. Telling him to fuck me harder and faster, knowing he will make me cum so hard. I increase the pace of my hand, thrusting the toy in and then back out, moaning uncontrollably. I feel myself edge closer to orgasm, and I slow it down just a bit. Not wanting to cum just yet. After giving myself just a few seconds to recover, I begin thrusting my toy back in and back out..not starting off too fast. After a few minutes, I begin to speed up my pace..my moans getting loud once again. Shit, I'm so close. I want to cum so hard..cum so hard for him. Finally, after all my work..I feel my pussy hug even more tightly around the purple toy buried inside me, milking it just like I would his cock. Moaning loudly as I cum once again for the day, all because of him.
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Chapter 3 When Nelson woke up his first thought was to check his recordings. It looked as if his dad and Stacy will still sound asleep, but Amy’s room was a different story. She was sleeping now, but had left him a lovely recording. When she got back from her friend’s place the night before she undressed entirely and then gone into the bathroom naked. She had sat on the toilet and this time, with no jeans in the way he had a great view of her hairy cunt. His morning wood gave an appreciative twitch. Instead of pissing like he expected, Amy began to rub her cunt, starting with her clit, but very quickly graduating to 3 fingers deep inside her. It was only when she came that she began to pee, and Nelson very quickly came himself. He got up and showered and got dressed quickly. He had had an idea for a few more camera locations and wanted to put them in before anyone got in. He found a way to hide a camera in 2 different floor vents for his own upskirt viewing and he also moved the tissue box into the bathroom he shared with his sisters so he could see the whole bathroom. As much as he wanted to stay home and watch his cams, his buddy had invited to go come over and hang out, and he did kind of enjoy the games his friend had. Plus, his friend’s sister would often wonder about the house in just a sheer robe on Saturday mornings. Once he had seen her tits twice and her cunt once and he wasn’t sure it hand’t been intentional. He got to his friend’s place and was disappointed to find that Sarah was still in bed, but soon they were playing a new first person shooter and having fun so Nelson almost forgot what he was really there for. However, after an hour Sarah showed up and asked his friend where their parents were. Of course, they were both at work so she had to make her own coffee. It wasn’t long before her coffee was made and she brought a mug into the living room to watch the guy’s play. Her robe was still tied, but barely, and it was gaping pretty widely in the front. Nelson’s buddy warned him not to stare because he didn’t want to scare her off and so Nelson just glanced up instead. When they died the next time Sarah actually commented that she liked Saturday mornings because they were so relaxing and she could just be herself. As she said that she plopped down across from Nelson, but practically in touching range. As she did her robe truly did fall totally open. She had to have noticed, but all she said was “I can relax and be myself”. Even though she was 2 years older than Nelson and his friend, she was tiny. Barely 32A tits and a totally bald cunt. The third time that she caught Nelson looking she asked him “Do you like the view?” He stammered and said “very much” and Rob (his friend) asked her if she was sure that she wanted to sit like that. “You know” she said, “I want to be clear that I don’t want to fuck, but I love it when you guys look at me” “Well that works well” said Nelson, “because we really like looking at you!” “Want to watch me masturbate?” she asked They both dumbly nodded and so she said she would, but only if they would stroke their own cocks as she did. She stood up and let her robe drop and then sat back down, her legs as wide as she could spread them. “If you are both attentive, and cum on my tits I might let you touch me next week.“ Then she said, “I want one of you to stand so that I could take you in my mouth if I wanted. Don’t get your hopes up, not going to happen, and the other as if he is about to fuck me – again, not going to happen.” They did as she asked and she began to rub her tits a bit as she looked at their cocks. Then she asked “is this as good as porn?” Almost as the same time they both answered “Better!” She smiled and warned them that she was ready to cum and wanted their cum on her tiny titties as she did. Both boys picked up their stroking pace and were soon blowing all over her tits. She looked like she was going to touch Rob’s cock but ended up scooping up some of each of their cum and licking it. “Yes, next week you can suck my tits as I cum but now I’m going for a shower” After she left Nelson asked Rob if that really happened and Rob said “oh yeah” Rob then added that she had been getting bolder and bolder recently in ‘accidentally’ leaving her room door open when she changed, or the bathroom open when she changed or showered. It had all happened when they literally bumped into each other as they were both spying on their parents fucking late one night in the living room. Nelson asked if it wasn’t too weird watching his parents fuck and he said is was the biggest turn on he had ever experienced. Then Rob asked Nelson if he had ever seen his parents fuck. He desperately wanted to tell him all about last night but ended up just he had listened a lot. When Nelson looked at the clock he realized that he needed to get home to do chores. It was the day that Mandy was coming home, and she was bringing some friends, so the house had to be spotless. Plus he didn’t want to miss anything. His only detour was to walk home through the park as there were two girls he would often see sitting on blankets on the grass, and reading. He could never see what the point of that was, but he did know that they always wore skirts, and seemed to like it when he would ‘accidentally’ see their panties. One always wore boring white granny panties, but the other one always had something sexy on. The only exception today, was that for the first time, they were on the same blanket, and as he walked to pass nearby he noticed them smiling and pointing, and then whispering. As he got close they both stared straight into his face and let their legs fall open. One pair of granny panties, and one pair of lacy light pink panties clearly covering a bald pussy stared up at him. He didn’t know what to do so just kept walking. As he passed he heard “hope to see you again next weekend”.
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My Niece Sally: What happened in this story isn’t true, and does have a somewhat happy ending. I had just moved to this state after falling in love with who is now my wife, over the Internet. My wife and I fell in love in a chat room, talking late into every night on line, then, later in our relationship, on the telephone. One thing led to another, and we decided that we couldn’t live without each other, so I packed up everything I own, moved, and was very happy for a lot of years. I met Sally during the first month in town during a family get together where I was introduced as the new boyfriend, and pretty much humiliated for being dumb enough to move to the state after meeting someone on the internet. (It wasn’t very common back then, and people that actually met people from the Internet were looked at as being a little off.) Sally was twelve at the time, and was really quite grown up for her age. “Well, I’m glad you’re here Uncle Mark” She said to me after I took quite a verbal thrashing from her mother about how I could have been an axe murderer or some other sort of psycho. “I’d have showed up with a gun if I was going to meet someone from the Internet.” Misha declared. As if to prove to the rest of her family just how tough she was. “If I showed up at all. You just don’t know about people these days.” I became quite successful in the new state, going to work for a few companies before finding “The One”. I worked my way up through middle management fairly quickly, and on up to VP of Operations. We bought a large home on quite a bit of land. We had a swimming pool, a guest cottage, and even my own driving range on the property. There was a pasture for horses, and one for the few head of cattle that we had to keep us busy and help supplement our income. My wife and I were very happy and things were going well. The phone rang, one spring evening. “What’s the matter?” I heard my wife asking the yet unknown person on the other end of the line. “I know.” She continued, looking in my direction holding a finger in the air as to tell me to wait a minute. “Ok, we’ll be here…. Uh, yea…. Ok….I’ll talk to you then.” She pushed the button on the receiver and started into the den where I was clacking on the computer catching up on some e-mail from work. She sat down in the chair next to my desk with a worried look on her face. “That was Misha.” She said “Oh yea?” I replied, stopping what I was doing, and looking at her over my reading glasses. “Yea, and it’s not good” I took off my glasses, and leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head, waiting for the impending bad news. Misha and her husband had moved to the south end of the state when he got a better paying job, so at this point the news could be anything. “Sally was caught steeling at the super market, and she’s been ditching school again. Misha thinks it’s the friends she’s got and wants to get her away from them. “So, what does that have to do with us?” I asked, thinking that I already knew the answer. “Misha wants to know if we can keep her the summer. Let her work on the ranch, and learn some responsibility. Maybe you can get her a job down at the plant, and teach her what it means to work for a living. She’s gonna be sixteen next month. She can work there now can’t she?” “Well, yea,” I stammered, “but I don’t have time to baby sit while I’m there, I got work to do while I’m at work.” I argued even though I felt as if it were pointless. “You don’t have to baby sit. She’ll have supervisors to do that won’t she?” She explained, seeming to have this all figured out. “I think it would do her some good to have chores around the house, and a job to go to every day.” She noticed my “deer in the headlights look” and tapped me on the knee as she stood up. “I’ll tell her it’s ok, and we’ll pick her up this weekend. How’s that?” “Ok,” I said, “We’ll pick her up this weekend. I’ll call and cancel the golf game with the guys.” I started to reach for the cell phone on my desk to retrieve the numbers. “Oh shoot,” she exclaimed, “I’m supposed to go to the city with Granny, and Carla for Granny’s eye appointment Saturday.” “Carla can take her, can’t she?” “She’s afraid to drive in the city by herself.” She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes she has. The ones that I knew from the first time I saw them would be able to get me to do almost anything. “Can you drive down and get Sally?” Now she was really pouring it on. Giving me that slightly pouting, schoolgirl in trouble look. I couldn’t resist it, even though it went against my better judgment. The rest of the week went by without any more emergencies popping up. It had been arranged that I would drive the seven and a half hour drive down on Saturday; I would spend the night at a hotel, despite the invitation from my sister in law to stay at their house, then get up early Sunday, and drive back with my, not so willing niece, and begin the punishment of a summer of hard work. Early Saturday, I pulled the pickup out of the garage, checked the oil, and the belts. I glanced over at my pride and joy sitting under a car cover still in the garage, a nineteen ninety-eight, Dodge Viper. It was blue, and a roadster, and begging me to drive it. “Everything look ok under there?” My wife called out while she was getting into her Cadillac. “I got a belt that looks pretty bad.” I grinned to myself. “Do you think it will make it?” She walked up behind me, looked over my shoulder, and pretended to know what she was looking at. “I don’t know,” I said pointing at a worn spot on the air conditioning belt. “It’s not looking good.” I made a clicking sound with my tongue behind my teeth. “I could take the Viper. It’s almost as good on gas as the old truck here.” “If you keep your foot out of the engine.” She smirked. “Go a head, just be careful, but you know Sally’s got her permit She’s gonna want to drive.” “Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’m not teaching anyone to drive in this.” I’d already had the car cover off, and was folding it neatly to be stored in the trunk. I took my overnight bag from the cab of the pickup, and tossed it in the trunk next to the cover with a whole new exuberance. Now the trip was going to be fun. I’ll put the top down, the wind in my hair, and the sun in my face. Not to mention that just about anytime I’ve ever driven the Viper by my self, there was always a young girl or two, convinced that I had a lot of money I didn’t know what to do with, that would always show me their tits, hoping perhaps that I’d motion them to the next rest stop, where they could make me into their new sugar daddy. I walked towards the caddy, gave my wife a kiss. “You be careful.” She ordered. “No hot-rodding, and don’t pick up any of those girls that show you their tits.” She elbowed me in the ribs playfully as she got in and buckled up. “Say hi to Granny for me.” I yelled as she backed the car out of the garage. I pulled the pickup back into the garage, shut the engine off, and wondered how she knew that girls showed me their tits. They’d never done it while she was in the car. I went to the Viper, reached in through the driver’s window, and unclipped the latch holding the top to the windshield. A steady pull towards the back of the beast, and voila, a midlife crisis cure in the making. After securing the top, I slid behind the wheel, inserted the key into the ignition, and turned. She roared to life. All ten cylinders performing a sonata, like musicians in an orchestra. Carefully I backed out of the garage, turned towards the road, and I was off. As I entered the freeway, my thoughts drifted towards my wife. I’m not going to say that our marriage was perfect. We had our problems like every one else. Ours seemed to revolve around sex. She had surgery about a year ago, and with the none activity of recovery, and the steroids the doctor had prescribed to aid healing. She had gained a few pounds, and her sex drive was gone. Not that it was really anything too erotic in the first place. Sex for my wife was planned to the tee. The towels had to be in place, the candles lit, and everyone had to have a shower. It took me a few years to even get her mouth close to my prick, and even then, she spit and gagged, and made grimacing faces when I came in her mouth. I knew she didn’t enjoy it, but she kept reassuring me that she did. Simply for the fact that I enjoyed it, and she wanted to please me. I think I was the first man that ever suggested performing oral on her, as an overbearing single mom raised her and her sister, and “the sex talk” while growing up consisted of telling her two girls all of the bad things about sex, and how much it would hurt, and it was only meant for conception, all the time spouting off bible versus condemning the act. She wouldn’t let me go down on her at first. I had to do it for the first time with her hands tied with scarves during one of our more risqu?essions. She was pretty much hooked after that. Still, she rarely returned the favor. Giving excuses like, “My jaws still hurt from the last time,” or “Not tonight, I just brushed my teeth.” Blowjobs weren’t everything I guess, but it’s nice to have your cock sucked every now and then. Simply thinking about it got me fired up. I noticed that my cock had sprung to life, and was starting to get a little uncomfortable. “Don’t worry,” I assured myself, “Sally’s probably two hundred pounds or more by now.” The last time I saw Sally, she was thirteen, pudgy, and had the attitude that she didn’t care what anyone thought of her, she was who she was, like it or not. She was never really what you would call a “Joy to be around” and I was always glad when the family gatherings were over. She always seemed to hover right around where I was, holding my hand, or offering hugs. She was kind of a pest really. And now, I get to spend eight hours in a small car rubbing shoulders with this pest, having to listen to “her side” of what really happened to put her in this situation. Needless to say, my erection subsided. At a little after six that evening, I pulled into the hotel parking lot. I went to the counter, checked in, and retired to my room. Once inside, I called Misha to let her know I was in town. Her husband answered. “Hey bud,” he answered in that fake, we’ve been friends our whole lives, sort of tone. “Hey Frank, Just wanted to call and let you guys know I made it to town.” “Long trip, isn’t it.” Frank said, stating the obvious. “Yea, I’m beat. Think I’ll just grab some room service and hit the sack. Got another long drive tomorrow.” “Yea, I bet. Hey, Misha’s right here, hang on.” And with that, my contact with Frank hopefully ended for the remainder of the trip. “Mark?” Misha asked, “I know we’re putting a lot on you guys, but I need one more favor.” “For the love of Christ, I’m already taking your delinquent, brat daughter to the other end of the state for the summer, so you and Frank can do God knows what, for four or five months, what more can I possibly do?” I had to blink a few times to make sure that I hadn’t actually said that out loud, even though it was what I was feeling. “What’s that Misha?” I asked instead. “Frank and I need to leave tomorrow real early. His aunt is sick in Mississippi, and not expected to live much longer.” She continued. “It just came up, and I hate to impose any further, but do you think Sally can stay at the hotel with you?” There it was. The last thing I needed after driving all day. Babysitting the brat in a hotel room for the night before spending all day with her in a very small car. I’d had plans of getting a bottle of Scotch, renting a porn movie, and jacking off till I was sore. “Sure,” I grimaced. “Are you gonna drop her off, or am I picking her up?” I put my hand on my forehead, and looked up at the ceiling asking my maker what could I possibly have done to deserve this punishment. “I can drop her off. You’re at the Windsor right?” “Yep, room three eleven.” It was done. “Ok, we’ll see you in a few minutes.” She said. “Oh, Mark?” “Yea” I replied, sure that the world was coming to an end. “I can’t tell you thanks enough. I know that she’s gonna be better for it.” She got quiet, and I thought I heard her crying. “Frank and I are at our wit’s end. We’ve tried everything we can think of.” “Oh come on Misha, she’s fifteen. It’s a phase.” I tried to reassure her. “She’ll be a whole new girl when she comes back.” “Well, I know you and Leesha will take good care of her.” She sniffled. “But, don’t go easy on her either.” She put on the tough girl act again. “Well, we’re ready to go. See you in a few minutes.” She hung up. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. “It’s open.” I yelled from the chair I was sitting on. “Uncle Mark?” a voice called out. “Yea, in here.” I said getting up off of the small uncomfortable couch to meet them. Sally walked in the room with her arms stretched out looking for a hug. “It’s good to see you.” She stammered, almost in tears. Looking behind her, I didn’t see anyone. I broke the embrace, and went to the door. I looked both ways up and down the hallway. There was no one there. “He just dropped me off.” She said tearfully. “Frank didn’t want to get out of the car, and mom stayed home to finish packing for their trip tomorrow.” I turned around to look at “the pest” I had remembered from a few years ago. She was about five foot, seven inches tall, and very slender with long legs. She was wearing a short denim skirt, flat sandals and a tee shirt that showed off her midriff that said “Baby Girl” across the front. She had short blonde hair, and big hoop earrings dangling on each side of her sad, beautiful face. “Wow, you’ve changed a lot,” was all I could manage to say, without letting the drool in my mouth come rushing out onto the front of my shirt. It didn’t seem to have an affect on her. She took the bag off of her shoulder, letting it hit the floor with a thud, and rushed towards me putting her arms around my neck. “I’m glad to see you.” “Hey, hey,” I returned the embrace. “It’s ok now. Don’t cry.” She continued to sob. “I really screwed up this time Uncle Frank.” She managed. “Frank doesn’t want me around any more.” “Oh come on now. He just doesn’t know how to handle a teenager.” I tried to reassure her. “No, he said I’d never amount to anything but a pregnant teen out on the street, and he was glad to get rid of me.” She held on to me tighter, and continued to cry. “Does your mom know about this?” I asked pulling her away from me. “No, I didn’t tell her.” She finally broke the embrace, and sat down on the foot of the bed. “She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway. Frank calls the shots at our house, and mom lets him. She’s scared of him.” “Scared of him?” I scowled. “Franks a weenie. What would he do to make her afraid of him.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, and I offered a tissue from the box on the nightstand. “Frank told her that if I got in trouble one more time, he was going to leave, and mom’s afraid she wouldn’t be able to make it alone.” She blew her nose on the tissue. “Mom’s not as tough as she lets on to people. She’s scared.” “And you?” I asked taking another tissue from the box and handing it to her. “Are you scared of that too.”? “Hell no!” she exclaimed, “Let him leave. Mom and I would be better off without him.” My cell phone rang. It was Leesha. “Crap, I forgot to call her.” I said under my breath. “Hey baby.” I said into the phone. “Are you there yet?” Was her response. “Yea, I got here about an hour and a half ago.” I looked a Sally in a new light. She was scared, and upset, and didn’t seem to me to be the juvenile delinquent she’d been described to be. “So you’re going to pick her up in the morning?” “Well, Sally’s already here at the hotel. Frank dropped her off a half an hour ago. Misha said that Frank’s aunt was sick and they were leaving for Mississippi very early.” “She’s at the hotel with you?” She asked. “Yea, she’s right here. Do you want to talk to her?” “Well, ok.” I handed the phone to Sally. She stood up, took the phone, and turned around and started talking to my wife. I watched her walk away from me across the room. I couldn’t help but look at her. The way the muscles in the small of her back moved when she walked. The way her skirt hugged her hips, and showed off her tight little ass. She definitely wasn’t the brat I remembered from a few years ago. She was a little hottie that could definitely get her self into trouble with boys if she wasn’t careful. She ran out of room, and turned to walk the other way. I watched her walk back towards me. The tee shirt she was wearing looked to be about two sizes too small, and hugged her C cup tits tightly. I could tell she was wearing a bra, but could still see the outline of her nipples. “I can’t wait to see you either Aunt Leesha. Ok, here he is.” She handed me the phone, which broke my gaze from her perfect tits. I think she caught me looking, because she smiled as she handed me the phone. “She wants to talk to you.” She said, grinning, and spinning around to get her suitcase that she left by the door. “Hi,” I managed, as I watched her walk away from me. “How’s she doing?” My wife asked. “Oh, she seems to be doing ok, I guess.” I said as I watched her bend over exaggeratedly, to pick up her suitcase and purse. She caught me looking again when she looked back at me while she was bent over. “So you’re leaving in the morning?” She asked me as I turned my gaze to the wall above the bed. Mainly so I could concentrate on the phone call with my wife. “That’s the plan. We’ll check out at about seven or so, get some breakfast, and head north.” “Ok, I Love you, and be careful.” She sighed. “Still no hotrodding allowed,” she joked, “and I’ll see you guys tomorrow evening.” “I Love you too baby, and we’ll be careful. Bye.” I pushed the end button on my phone, set it on the table, and turned to Sally. “Are you hungry?” I asked “Yea, but do we have to go out?” She asked me as she opened up her suitcase. “I’m not in the mood to see a lot of people right now.” “No, we don’t have to go out.” I tossed the room service menu towards her on the bed. “Just pick something from here, and they’ll deliver it.” She thumbed through the menu as she kicked off her sandals. “Pepperoni Pizza and a coke.” She said, “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready for bed, unless you want to go first.” She looked up at me with eyes that would melt an iceberg. This girl could get anything she wanted from me, and I bet she knew it. “Uh…no, not at all… you go ahead. I’ll order the food, and I’m gonna go to the lobby for a minute. I’ll be right back. “Ok,” she said as she walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll be here.” Just as she was about to turn the corner, she pulled the tee shirt over her head letting me see her naked back except for the tan colored bra strap. I’d ordered the food, and heard the shower going. “I’ll be right back.” I announced through the door. “I’m going down stairs.” As I heard the door lock behind me, my mind was reeling. This young goddess was spending the night in my room. There were two king sized beds, thank God, but the fantasies kept appearing. Holding that tight body in my arms, feeling her hot breath on my chest and stomach right before she… “DING” The sound of the elevator interrupted my thoughts. An older couple got off. I put my head down almost in shame for the thoughts going on in my head. This was my niece for Christ’s sake. She was a family member, even if only by marriage, and not to mention a minor. I had to get these thoughts out of my head. Around the corner of the hotel was a liquor store. I selected a fifth of Scotch, and a bag of jerky. I also picked up a bag of M&Ms and a bag of chips. Stopped at the cooler on my way to the register and picked up a six-pack of Coke. Paid for the items, picked up the bag, and headed back to the room, not quite sure what awaited me. I slid the key card into the slot, and heard the click of the lock. I opened up the door, and she was standing there in front of the mirror on the dresser. She was completely naked, applying deodorant to her underarms. She looked at me with her mouth open, frozen for a moment. I stared at her, also in shock, astounded by the beauty in front of me. She was perfect. Her short hair was tussled, still wet from the shower, her shoulders were so smooth, and white. Her breasts were like something from a magazine. Small perky nipples crested each one. Her stomach was flat, and looked so hard that you could crack walnuts on it. There was a small, neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair just above her tiny slit. The lips of her delicate, sensual pussy protruded slightly from within. Her thighs were creamy white, and perfect all the way to her knees, and shapely calves, all the way down to her cute little feet. Her entire body seemed to scream at me “TAKE ME I’M YOURS!” I turned my head as the door shut, almost dropping the bag. But I couldn’t help but turn my eyes to look at her still. At the same time she reached behind her on the bed scooping up the towel she had slung there and quickly covered her self. The towel was a little too small to go around her, and cover both her breasts and her pussy, so one or the other remained exposed. I couldn’t help but look at this lovely creature before me. “Ahem!’ she made a gesture with her hand directing me to turn around. “Uh… sorry…” I turned around to face the door. I set the bag down next to the door, and said, “Um… you finish up, and I’ll go get some ice. Can you hand me the bucket?” I felt the ice bucket nudge against my back as she slid past me to get to the bathroom. I turned to get the bucket, she handed it to me as she skimmed by. Her ass was uncovered and bounced ever so slightly as the door closed. “I’ll be right back.” I announced again as I went through the door into the hallway, already planning the very cold shower I was going to take when I got back. I returned to the room after trying to give her ample time to get dressed and get out of the bathroom. This time I knocked on the door. I heard her tell me to come in. I put down the ice bucket, grabbed the bottle out of the bag, and filled a glass with ice. “Food’s here.” She announced sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a V-necked tee shirt that was about five sizes too large. “I signed the bill, I hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all. It will show up on the bill for the room that way.” I took the cover off of the plate left on the desk, grabbed the tray, and took it to the small table in the corner. I filled the glass with Scotch, and ate my dinner. “How long is the drive?” She broke the silence. “About seven or eight hours.” I stated matter of factly. “We’re gonna need our rest. It’s a long drive.” I heard the television come on, and as she was shopping the dial, she asked if she could rent a movie. “Sure, anything you want.” I said, finishing my plate. I refilled the glass with Scotch, picked up the bottle and announced that I was taking a shower. “Ok,” she said, “I’ll be here.” “There’s more soda and some chips in the bag if you’re still hungry.” I said as I passed in front of the TV on my way to the bathroom. “Uncle Mark?” She asked. “Yes,” I said turning in her direction. “Did I do anything wrong?” There were those eyes again. So sultry, and forgivable, and she knew how to work them. “No sweetie. You didn’t do anything.” I replied. “What makes you say that?” “I don’t know. You’ve just been really quiet since you got back from the store.” She pulled the top off of a Coke can. “Like you’re mad at me or something.” “No sweetie, I’m not mad. It’s just been a long…” I wanted to tell her how long it had been since I’d seen a vision so lovely. I wanted to tell her how long it had been since I’d seen someone so young and innocent, and perfect in everyway, and just how much I wanted to ravage her young body until she squealed with orgasm after orgasm, until we both passed out from pleasure. “It’s been a long day,” was my reply instead. I got into the bathroom, and shut the door. I could still smell the remnants of her shampoo, deodorant, and body spray. Her panties and bra were in a corner on the floor. I got undressed and sat on the toilet. I finished the glass, and poured another, trying to gain my composure, but there were those panties. White ones with little flowers on them. I couldn’t resist temptation. I picked them up to inspect them. So tiny, I thought. I peered into the crotch, to find a thin moisture stain. Without thinking, I put them to my nose. The scent was heaven. My cock immediately sprang to life. I tossed them back into the corner, took the remaining Scotch in my glass into my mouth, and swallowed hard. I got into the shower, turned on the water, and felt the warmth flood over my body. My cock was still standing at attention as I grabbed for the soap. I soaped up under my arms, down my chest, and stomach. I wrapped a soapy hand around the shaft of my engorged member sliding my hand up and down along its length. I kept running through my mind Sally’s tender body. I replayed the sight of her perfect ass, and her luscious tits. I wanted so much for her to be eighteen, and a hooker, or a hitchhiker. I needed her to be someone other than my niece, my fifteen-year-old niece. I continued stroking my cock, putting my hand on the shower wall for support. I could feel my balls tightening for the impending release. Faster and harder I jerked, thinking of my cock ramming into Sally’s tight virgin pussy. Having her bent over the desk slamming into her ass, hearing her whimper with delight, begging for me to slam harder. I reached the breaking point. I pumped my swollen rod hard and fast for all it was worth, with a quiet grunt, I came, more than usual. Rope after rope of white-hot spunk erupted from the purple head of my cock splatting against the shower wall with a thud. Load after load erupted as I pumped my member with fury. I cleaned up the mess with the removable showerhead, and washed the semen down the drain. I finished rinsing the soap from my body, and my shrinking dick. I stepped out of the shower, and remembered that I’d forgotten to get my shorts out of my bag when I got clean underwear. I put the underwear on, and wrapped a towel around my waist and was about to exit the bathroom when I noticed that the bathroom door was open just a little. I wondered if she had peaked in at me. Did she see me jacking my dick? Did she like it? I retrieved my shorts, and headed back to the bathroom to put them on. I paused just outside of the bathroom door, to look through the crack. I could see in the mirror, a full view of the shower, right through the semi clear shower door. I bet she saw everything, which means that she wanted to look. I had short hair so it didn’t take long to dry. I ran the electric razor over my face, then applied after shave. I left the bathroom, and saw that Sally had turned off the TV and had covered up. It was only nine-thirty. Surely a teenager didn’t go to bed at nine-thirty on Saturday night. I looked out the window of the hotel, and it was raining. I could see flashes of lightning in the distance. I got under the covers of my own bed, and fumbled for the remote on the nightstand. I heard her snore softly and was certain that she was asleep already. I lay on the bed, not watching TV, but watching her sleep. She’d gotten warm, and uncovered herself. With her back to me, and the shirt she was wearing hiked up, I could see her panty-covered ass, and her bare legs. Her hand was resting between her legs, and I could see her fingers protruding through her thighs. How I wanted to be where those fingers were. I felt my cock stir again with that thought. Just then, a brilliant white light came through the window, and then a loud crash of thunder, and the lights went out. Complete darkness enveloped the room. I got up and looked out the window. All of the streetlights were out, and there were only a few cars on the streets below. I figured that my evening of TV was canceled, so I climbed back into bed. “Uncle Mark?” She whimpered “Yea sweetie?” “I’m scared.” She replied, again, a slight whimper in her voice. “It’s ok,” I tried to reassure, “It’s just a thunder storm. It just knocked out the power.” Just then, another flash, followed by an even louder crash of thunder. The bed shook, and I was pummeled by arms and legs as Sally tried to get under the covers, and huddle next to me. I put my arm up, and guided her head to my chest. “It’s ok, just a little noise.” I put my arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on the small of her back. She had her arm across my chest and was holding on tight. The growling of the thunder subsided, and she relaxed. I started to gently rub her back “Shhh… See, I told you…. just a little noise.” She sighed, and in kind, rubbed my bare chest, then slung one leg over mine. The feeling of this young goddess piled up against me was heaven. I could feel the nipples of her tits rub my side as she breathed, and against my thigh could feel the warmth emanating from between her milky thighs. I swallowed hard as I felt my cock straighten taught. Her hand was on my stomach just over the waistband of my shorts. I was afraid that my hardening cock would peek out of my shorts and try to get to her soft hand. I felt her breathing slow, and thought I heard a soft snore. I tried to relax, and go to sleep, but my cock wouldn’t allow it. It strained at the waistband of my shorts, and got a little uncomfortable. It was harder then it was in the shower, if that was possible. Very carefully, not wanting to move her, I thought I could shift my cock to the side, and out from under the waistband of my shorts. I was just about to move, when I felt her hand move down and grip my throbbing member through my shorts. “Mmmmm…” Was the sound that escaped her lips, and then another quiet snore followed. “Is she asleep?” I asked my self. I groaned to myself at the feeling of this young girls hand grasping my swollen manhood. She shifted her weight, moved her leg farther onto mine, and put her very hot pussy right up against my leg. I started to sweat, not knowing how much more of this I could take. She shifted her grip on my dick, and actually started to move her hand. Grasping and releasing, gently squeezing, then moving. “Does it hurt?” She whispered. Oh God, she was awake! My mind reeled at the question. “Huh?” was all I managed. “When it gets that big, does it hurt?” Again she squeezed gently, and started moving her hand up and down slowly. “Uh… no, not really.” I couldn’t believe that’s what came out of my mouth. Not, stop it, or we shouldn’t be doing this. “Did it get that hard because you saw me naked?” through the little bit of light coming through the window, I saw her eyes blinking, and looking up at me. “I’ve seen Frank’s get big like that when he saw my mom naked. Not as big as yours though.” “Well,” I managed to say. “ I saw you washing it earlier.” “You saw that?” “Yea, I hope you don’t get mad. It’s not the first one I’ve seen.” She continued to stroke my steel rod through my shorts. “I’ve never touched one before though.” “Look sweetie, I…” She moved her hand in one swift motion, sliding it under the waistband of my shorts, and grabbed my meat with her delicate little hand. “Can I touch yours?” She asked while grasping the shaft, and at the same time shifting her weight so her moistening pussy rubbed against my bare thigh. I groaned out load at this. She moved her hand up and down the best she could under the restraint of my waistband, then stopped. She rolled up on top of me, and pulled on my shorts. Without thinking, I raised my hips slightly, and allowed her to peel my shorts down over my pulsing rod, allowing it to spring free. She looked down at it and gasped. “Yours is a lot bigger than Franks.” “How many times did you see Franks dick?” Now I was curious. “Not a lot, just when I heard mom and him getting nasty, I would sneak to the closet and open the trap door. I would watch them until they got finished.” She again put her hand on my cock, and moved her hand up and down, slowly stroking. “I’ve seen movies too Uncle Mark, I know about sex.” She continued to stroke my cock like it was a game. I started though, to get the impression that this little vixen knew more than she was letting on. My eyes rolled back in my head at the attention she was giving to my cock, she started rubbing faster, and moving her hips back and forth against my leg, humping her steamy pussy against my leg. She moved her hips back, and moved her knees to the insides of my legs, causing them to spread apart. My eyes closed, I was reveling in the attention that my swollen cock was getting. All at once, I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock, then her tongue licking it. “Mmm…” she groaned, as she put her mouth over the head of my member, engulfing it. She swirled her tongue, and bobbed up and down, all the while stroking my shaft with her hand. With her other hand, she cupped my ball sack, and rolled my stones gently in her hand. Her mouth opened wide, and she went down for all it was worth. Up and down her head went, and more and more of my cock disappeared each time she went down. I was in heaven. This young, hot vixen was giving me the blowjob of a lifetime. I involuntarily started moving my hips up and down to meet her luscious mouth, and put a hand on the back of her head to guide my prick deeper and deeper into her throat. I felt the explosion building in my balls, and contemplated blurting a warning to her. “Cum in my mouth.” She blurted between thrusts. “It’s coming.” I managed between grunts and moans of unimaginable pleasure. My nut sack tightened, and wad after wad of hot sticky cum shot into the back of her throat. I arched my back, pointed my toes and bucked my hips wildly up ward to get all of my cock into her mouth. She slurped, and tried to get all of my cum, but some did seep out onto her hand still gripping my pulsing shaft. “Mmm…” She groaned, and lapped up the little bit of cum that had leaked out of her mouth onto her hand. She cleaned every thing up, and looked up at me with wonder in her eyes. “Oh Uncle Mark, I hope I did it right.” She wiped the remaining spit, and cum from her lips with the back of her hand. Now my mind was spinning, I didn’t know what was right, or wrong, or good or evil. My fifteen-year-old niece had just given me the best blowjob I’d had in my forty years of life. It was wrong. She was family, not to mention, a minor. I was embarrassed and ashamed. She lay down next to me while I caught my breath. “Uncle Mark, can I tell you something?” “Sure sweetie.” I panted back to her. “I’ve spent a lot of nights thinking about you since we moved.” Perplexed at this, “You have?” I asked. “Yea. Since I was twelve, and we moved away, I wanted to know how it would feel to have sex, and since you were… um… are, the sexiest man I have ever met, I used you to fantasize to.” She snuggled up next to my arm. “Well, you know Sally,” I needed to make sure she knew what we did was wrong. “You know that if anyone finds out about what we just
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I guess I'm sort of naive. I laugh with all of my friends at the jokes, but I really don't have much experience...except this one. It started when I discovered a website with some still photos of naked women on it. I’ve never really gone to one of these sites, but since I found that one, I can hardly look at anything else. I’d seen some x movies before, but there is something special in these still photos that I can't resist. To be honest, from the few times the boys at my high school had shown me photos trying to flirt with me, I was expecting older women with huge boobs and lots of makeup. Wow was I surprised. This girl I found that started this passion was about my age. She was very athletic and cute but seemed so relaxed while showing EVERYTHING off. In most of her pictures, she was arching her back to expose her butt to the camera. I took off my shorts and compared myself to her in the mirror. I arched my back to see if I looked as good as she did. Although it was hard to tell from the only angle I could see myself in the mirror, I thought that I had just as nice a figure as she had. For the next few weeks, whenever I was alone, I found myself constantly cruising the net, comparing myself to the cuter, younger girls and trying to look as sexy as they looked. Then one day I had a scary but exciting thought. My dad is seriously into photography and had a really fancy camera. I could take some pictures of myself to see what I looked like from all the angles and no one would know. I grabbed his camera bag and some bright lights and headed up to my room. I put a camera on a tri-pod, set up some lights, and grabbed the remote trigger so that I could operate the camera from the bed. I was most interested in what I looked like from behind because I could never see that angle well enough even using two mirrors. I put a bunch of pillows under my stomach, push my butt up toward the camera, spread my legs as far as I could and pushed the trigger. I wasn't impressed. It wasn't that I didn't look good, it was just that I didn't get very good pictures. But, since you can just delete digital pictures and try again, try again I did. Eventually, I started to get some pretty good shots. The pictures looked especially clear when I downloaded them onto my computer, but something about my pictures was raw - the pictures online were so sexy. I couldn't figure it out at first, but when I put a picture of myself side-by-side with a particularly cute blonde, I saw immediately what I didn't like. The girls online had small shiny bald pussies and mine was hairy...definitely gross. I had to quit for the day (my mom would be home soon) so I put the camera equipment away and cleaned up. The following day, after my parents left, I went into the shower and completely shaved my pussy. The whole area tingled after I was done but it really felt good. Then I got some wax from my mom's bathroom and waxed my arms and legs. It took forever and it hurt a little, but when I was done, my whole body tingled like my pussy. I was getting horny thinking about how I might look now. I quickly set up the cameral equipment, and took up my position on the pillows. I was feeling incredibly sexy as I lightly slid my hand over the smooth skin of my shaved pussy and ass. I began to click some pictures while simultaneously rubbing myself. I spread my legs wider and, with one finger on either side, I separated my pussy lips for the camera just like the girls on the net do. When I did this I felt a little dribble of my juice run down my hand. Then it happened. As I went searching for where the dribble had come from, my whole body shuddered. I slid my middle finger into the moisture and I began rubbing myself. It felt better to move my hips than my finger so, with my middle finger inserted into my pussy, I began moving my butt in circles to increase the friction. The feeling turned into a frenzy as I moved. I slipped a second finger in and tried to fit a third. It felt as if my whole hand would not be enough. I pumped wildly on my hand for some incredibly long time and finally collapsed with my first orgasms. It was the best feeling I had ever had. During my frenzy, I had managed to snap off a couple of more photos and I was a little embarrassed when I saw them on the computer screen. My hand was glistening with my juices and my legs were so far apart that in one photo you could see right into my pussy. I was horny again just looking at them. After a couple of weeks, I began to get the hang of taking the pictures of myself. I was also getting a little bored with it. So, I decided to check out a lingerie shop in a local shopping mall to find some clothes to match some of the sexy stuff I’d seen online. This place was racier than I had ever imagined; I almost walked out immediately but I made the mistake of making eye contact with a salesman and felt committed. Then, I couldn’t figure out what to do. The place was filled with the craziest stuff I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t figure out what half of it was for and was too embarrassed to pick anything up and figure it out. Then a women suddenly popped up next to me clad in a deep vee button up and very tight jeans. She was older but she was easygoing and sensed my fear. She introduced herself as a sales person and jokingly asked me what was my favorite toy. Shyly, I told her I was only looking for something sexy to wear. I lied and told her my boyfriend liked to take pictures of me in sexy outfits. She smiled and took my hand to lead me over to a rack which was loaded with leather and silk goodies. We became quick friends as she made me feel relaxed, but she was a bit aggressive and insisted that I try on the outfits that I liked. She scared me a bit while inspecting me in each one. I could tell she liked my young body. She was constantly adjusting the little straps on me, brushing my hair out of the way, and rubbing the silks and leathers to smooth them out on my body. It felt nice to have so much attention and it didn't feel too threatening so we continued. I finally made a choice and we went to the register. As she was ringing up the order she said, "wouldn't you like one of these toys to play with when your boyfriend isn't around?". She was pointing under the glass at a large selection of dildos. I was too curious to say no, but couldn't decide on which one a girl would choose so I coyly asked her which was her favorite. Without hesitating she reached for one and said "Its expensive but it feels like the real thing...except its big...really big." As she pulled this wicked looking, fat, long, but soft rubber bat out of the cabinet, she looked me right in the eye and gave the top of it a kiss. Smiling she said "I hope you like your new friend". Then, without even asking me, she pulled out an X DVD and said, "and you must watch this to learn how to use your new toy". The bus ride home seemed to take forever. First, I watched the DVD which was an outrageous party of girls playing with the exact same dildo as I had just bought. I couldn't imagine the stuff they were doing with it and how easily it went in. I then set up the camera equipment and put on an outfit I had bought. I laid down on my back with a pillow under my butt and began to play with my new toy. The camera was about three feet away from my crotch and I continued to take pictures while I played. It felt really good to rub the dildo around on my wet lips but every time I tried to push it inside, I could sense that it was simply too big for me. As I got wetter and wetter, I became more frantic to get this big cock inside me so I began to wiggle. I started wiggling hard enough so that my breasts were giggling and my hips were gyrating. I was trying to out-do the girls in the movie but I couldn't even get this thing an inch inside me. In a last ditch effort I dropped the camera trigger and reached further down the shaft for a better grip. As I grabbed the end of the thing I felt the on/off switch for the vibrator and clicked it on. In one slippery tight shudder, at least half of the entire vibrating shaft slipped inside of me. The vibration and the tightness were sending wave after wave of orgasm through my body. At first I just lay there, amazed. Soon though, I grabbed the camera trigger again and I found myself moving my hips to a steady rhythm and shooting away. Even though it was incredibly tight, I was so wet that it slipped easily in and out of me. I pushed up against it harder and harder and withdrew it further with each stroke. The full length of its rippled vibrating shaft was now driving me wild. Exhausted while reviewing the pictures, I clicked off the lights, and fell into a deep sleep. I awoke with knocking at my door. It was my friend Carmine...I had slept for hours. I wasn't really awake and sleepily said, "come in". The only light in the room was from the computer screen with a picture of me impaled by my new foot long friend. And I was too sleepy to remember it was up. She came in to the dark room and accused me of sleeping through our exercise routine. She was working out to become a gymnast and I would often coach her during my workouts in the early evenings. She walked across the room, and as she was reaching for the light, my stupor receded and was replaced with frozen panic. When the light snapped on all she saw was that I was completely speechless and tears were welling in my eyes. At her age, Carmine couldn't possibly understand. Not seeing anything in the room, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at me so sweetly and asked me what was wrong. I was still speechless and after what seemed an eternity, I felt her attention leaving me and scanning the room. She had first seen the camera but I could see that she was looking all around. Even the dildo was sitting out in the open. She looked kind of sideways and spotted the computer image. "Doesn't it look sexy" I stammered. Some weak thought had tried to convince me that I could act as though it were normal for older girls to try this. "Is this you?" she whispered. "Who took this?" she continued while staring steadily at the computer. "I did...do you think it’s sexy?" I had no idea how to get out of this. She began to giggle. "I can't believe you do this" she said as her giggle grew into laughter as she moved over to have a closer look. I began laughing too; it made me feel a little better. I was now fully awake and starting to think desperately of damage control. "Let me take some pictures of you" I sneaked with as much confidence as I could. I thought that maybe I could turn the tables. As I said it, I realized that she might actually be a little sexy. She is younger than me but she isn't one of those stick-like girls. She has this small but strong body and her hips have developed which gives her a tiny, narrow waist and an upturned ass. Although her face is just a little girls, her lips are very pouty and naturally red. Even for her age, her little tits have developed nicely. I could see a torn look of curiosity and fear, then a nervous smile, and then suddenly she said lightly, "Ok, but I can't possibly look as sexy as this one". She pointed to the computer where I lay with the dildo. I couldn't believe my luck, I was going to get clean away with this. We began to pour over some of the other pictures I had found on the net and found one with two girls posing together. "We are cuter than these girls", she said, and then with one quick motion, pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her light brown nipples were so small and hardened and her breasts seemed to stand out; they were larger than I remembered. She rubbed one hand over her boobs and the other across her flat tummy then licked her lips in the sexiest way a girl could. Then she began to giggle uncontrollably. "We have to get photos of this" I said as I jumped up to operate the camera. I knew that if I had photos of her she could never tell on me. Her natural uninhibited attitude was both turning me on and making me angry. She began to try to put on a real show for me. At first she was laughing too much to be sexy but the more she moved around the less she laughed and the sexier her little writhing body looked. Soon, she was slinking around like a snake. After snapping a bunch of photos, I figured I had to fully expose her to be certain she could never tell on me. With a sudden urge to control her and make her feel the fear I had had, I commanded her to get on her hands and knees with her butt to the camera. She looked at me with surprise at the tone in my voice, then obediently and sexlessly got on her hands and knees. She reminded me of a dog looking over its shoulder for attention. Then, as if to defy me, she moved her knees wider apart and arched her back a little and with a giggle said, “like this?”. I flicked the computer to a photo where a girl’s head was hanging half off the side of a bed. She was belly down with her ass up in the air and her legs spread wide. In the same commanding voice, desperate to assert control over her, I told her to keep her butt up in the air and lay her chest and belly down like the girl on the computer. This time she was un-phased by my command. She was trying to outdo the pictures that I had taken of myself and she was clearly competing with me for control of the situation. She began rubbing her hands smoothly all over her back side in complete defiance. Partly in some weird anger I felt, partly in pure curiosity, and partly to gain physical control, I put my hand on the small of her back and crawled over to straddle her. Facing the camera and looking down at her small butt and legs slightly spread, I pulled her waist up in the air with one hand and began to poke at her with the dildo. The touch of our flesh together was both sweat and sick. I was trembling and very uncertain of myself. I was trying to control this little girl and instead went out of control myself. I wanted to lower myself down so my pussy could touch her back, but I was too frightened to do it. She, on the other hand, began moving her hips ever so slowly against the dildo to show me that she wasn't afraid. As her tiny waist wiggled against the inside of my thighs, a tremor shook through my whole body. To gain my composure, I began to press the dildo against her, but there was obviously going to be more trouble getting the dildo into her than I had had getting it into myself. On my DVD I had seen how the girls wet down the dildo with their spit so I tried it out. I sucked it into my mouth, spit on it, and then quickly pushed the wet tip against her tiny pussy. As it slipped around on her pussy, I saw that she had shaved herself, too. At first I was angered because she seemed to be ahead of me at every sexual step. I felt as if somehow this little girl was so much older than I. Then, with both relief and amazement, I realized that her bald pussy was totally natural. I reached under her belly and softly touched above her pussy and felt some fuzzy hair, but I could see the lips were hairless - bare and smooth. Still not entering her, I began alternating the dildo between my saliva filled mouth and her tiny wet pussy. Her little voice began commanding me to push it harder and finally she reached between her own legs and holding my hands pushed it into herself. It stopped with only about 2" inside her. She was to small to take any more. I held her butt firmly up in the air for the camera, turned the vibrators switch onto low, and started clicking photos for proof. The vibration made here pussy lips quiver and she began to wiggle, but it wasn't doing to her what it had done to me. She was moving hard to keep the thing sliding in and out of her, and to prove to me she was a woman, but her movements were mechanical and it didn't really fit. At first I didn’t care, I had my photos. But then I felt challenged to awaken something inside her. I tried letting it go deeper inside her then come almost all the way out, but she just kept up this non-committed up and down motion she’d obviously seen somewhere. I thought she was trying to prove her sexuality that wasn't really there. Finally I was feeling in control again. I was feeling like a teacher. With one hand I held the dildo and with the other I grabbed her butt and tried to get her into a real rhythm. My hands were so slick though that the dildo came popping out onto the bed and made a sound a bit like a cork coming out of a bottle. We both laughed, and she began moving out from underneath me. I think she was relieved that it was over. But being a little bigger and much stronger, I pushed her back on her belly. I had my pictures but I wasn't ready to quit. I snatched up our big friend and decided to try poking at her clit. But, to my disappointment, she reacted with the same sort of mechanical up and down motion. Maybe even less than before. I thought that she might even be bored. Still not ready to give up, I put the whole vibrating shaft up against her slippery crotch, sort of like a fat, wet bicycle seat, and began rocking hard onto her clit then back, then onto her clit again trying to tease her. This began working. As I rocked it back and forth, on and off her clit, her breathing accelerated. But I was confused because she was reacting backward. As I rocked it away from her clit she'd tighten up and when I returned the pressure forward directly onto the clit, expecting her to take off, she just sort of relaxed. On the fifth or sixth time, I decided to try rocking the shaft back and not return it to her clit. As I rocked it off her clit and onto the back of her pussy, she began to tighten up. Her breathing slowed and I was determined not to go back to her clit until she begged me. To tease her, I began rocking it again, but keeping the shaft back on her pussy and not going far enough forward to touch her clit. Her breathing started up again in short, sharp little breaths and she strained to spread her legs wider. I was confused as she seemed to like it so much better when it wasn't touching her clit. This thing had already been as far inside her pussy as it could go and that did nothing. Now she was getting off with it just flat up against her. Something wasn’t right. The whole shaft was getting really messy with all of her juices, so I decided to hold both ends to be able to apply a little more pressure. Still straddled on top of her back and facing her ass, I had been holding the thing on her clit with my right hand which was under her belly and between her legs. So, with my left hand above her ass I grabbed the slimy tip. This pulled the shaft back even further from her clit and began spreading her ass cheeks a little. She became suddenly animated and jerky and kept trying to push at the shaft with a downward then upward rotation of her hips. A thought came over me that was so rude that the blood went to my head and made me dizzy. I wasn't sure whether I was more frightened by her guttural sounds or the thought that it was her asshole, not her clit that was making her wild. I didn't know what to do. I was grossed out and I was angry. I'd seen some of this on the net, but I wasn't prepared. I tested my idea with some more pressure and rocking and found there was no doubt. Every time I pushed the vibrating shaft tighter between her ass cheeks she'd go wild. The further and harder I rocked it back, the more intense she'd get. At this point, her ass cheeks, her pussy and her legs were completely coated with the sweetest, slickest lube, and I thought for a moment that maybe I could exert the ultimate control and push this huge thing inside her butt. I removed my arm from under her belly, gripped both hands at the base of the thing, pointed it right at her ass, and began pushing the fat tip against the hole. She gave a sharp "nooooo", her legs clinched together and her belly and butt dropped flat down. I tried softly but persistently to press against her clinched ass cheeks with the tip of it, but she just squirmed and tightened up more. It was too big, but I felt in control again. I began glancing around for something smaller. Then, the grossest thought I've ever had came to me...something I saw on the DVD in gross amazement...and now I couldn’t help myself. I set the dildo aside and lowered my face to her clenched-up slippery ass cheeks. I drove my mouth and nose up and down her slippery, clenched crack. With each pass I wiggled my tongue in as deep as I could sneak it. As my tongue and nose ceaselessly plied her she began to open up again. First she just relaxed her cheeks, but slowly she began to push her ass back up a little and even spread her legs a little bit. With utter abandon I buried my face in her wet ass and began probing my tongue against her little hole. I pushed and pushed and imagined it was going in. But there was no way, she was simply too tight for my soft tongue. I backed off to look at what was now a pool of pussy juice and saliva. With anger that she might continue to refuse me, I gripped the cheeks of her still slightly clenched ass, pulled them open and began pressing an index finger against her little asshole. It took some pushing, but my finger began to slide into her. The smoothness of her walls and her soft, intermitted moaning left me no choice but to continue pushing. Once the tip was in, my first knuckle slipped in easily behind it, but it stopped as I penetrated her slowly up to my second knuckle. Her tightness was so intense I could feel it squeezing the blood from my finger. As my second knuckle finally passed inside and I pushed my finger all the way in, she began sobbing like a little girl...but then slowly began grinding her hips like a woman. I slid the finger back and forth against her motion and every time the knuckle passed in or out, she’d give a little groan of pain and pleasure. After fingering her for a while, the knuckle began sliding more easily past her tight opening and she was increasing her pace. I had to try a second finger. Even though she let out a yelp, with not much more pressure than with one finger, the second pressed snuggly through her flesh. I realized that she was relaxing to take it in, and I became suddenly re-determined to make her take the dildo. As I pulled my fingers out of her hole she begged me not to stop. I took my time preparing the dildo with my saliva and the slippery mess that was dripping out of her pussy and she began begging me, almost crying, to finger her more. But, when I finally pressed the big fat tip of the wet dildo against her asshole she clamped shut again. She cried that it was too big and began close her legs even more. But at the same time she was closing up, she begged me to finger her more. Instead, I wrapped my left arm under her belly, and gripped the end of the dildo with my right. I was still straddled over her back, but I now sat back on her, pulled my legs out which had been folded under along her sides, and put both my heals over the backs of her legs and inside her knees. Using my heels, I parted her small, struggling legs again and with my left arm pulled her ass up to my mouth. My tongue slipped in a bit this time and although she struggled against what she knew was coming, she was trapped. And she couldn't help relaxing as my soft tongue plied into her little hole. In one strong move, I pulled hard with my ankles to spread her almost into a split and lifted her butt higher with my left arm. My right fist gripped the dildo which was hovering above her. I could see her sphincter muscle twitching as the only defense she had left. I set the tip of it against her with just a light touch, but could feel her struggle with all her little might. Then I began to press. Just a little at first, but then, with a slow rhythm, I began pressing harder and harder. Her little hole began to stretch as she squirmed and cried. I pulled back the dildo, sucked on it to make it wetter, wiped it across her pussy to get the juices from there, but before trying again I leaned my head down for another lick. This time, my tongue slipped in easily and I felt her relax and push up against my face. Then I started a rhythm of bringing the dildo up against her and pressing, then releasing it and burying my tongue into her slightly widening hole. Each time I applied the dildo she'd tighten up and squeal for me to stop. Each time I'd bury my face and tongue her she'd relax and whimper for more. Each time the dildo pushed ever so slightly further against her willpower to keep it out. Finally, I gave her no option. I began pressing the dildo without mercy. She sensed that she could not resist and her tiny sphincter stretch to its max. I was in. I could hear her panting but everything else went silent. She was splayed out with this huge dildo about two inches into her ass and I realized she couldn't move. I relaxed my grip around her waist, pulled back my heals from her knees and began straddling her lightly again. I softly rubbed all over her wet ass cheeks and teased the area of skin stretched around the shaft. Without pushing in any further but keeping constant pressure on it to keep it from slipping out, I began to twist the fat cock slightly. Finally, she let out a little squeak, "...more...". I grabbed the camera trigger and caught my final photo proof. She was lying there so perfectly still with these barely perceptible little jerky breaths that I actually dismounted her and moved carefully around behind her. As I moved around her I twisted the dildo a bit like a drill. With a little pressure on the top I imagined it sinking every so slightly deeper. Even without my holding her, she remained in the same position, but with my new vantage point and the bright lights, I could not believe how it looked and how powerful I felt. She had her little legs wide apart and her butt was so far up that the dildo was pointing straight at the ceiling. With the bright lights from the camera equipment, I could see with such detail her glistening skin stretched around this huge cock in her tiny young ass. The dildo was in so deep now and stretched her so wide that even her little pussy was stretched open. But although her pussy was open, it was shallow and looked almost like puckered up lips with a little tongue just inside. I couldn't resist going in for a kiss. Still holding the dildo gently, I flipped over and slid on my back up between her legs and began chewing gently on her stretched out pussy. I found her clit and this time it gave her some fire. I began pushing and pulling the dildo, but she was too tight for it to slide in or out. Instead, it pushed her tightly wrapped skin in and then released it out as I pulled back. As I sucked on her clit and pushed in on the dildo, her clit would gently tug away from my lips. Then as I pulled back on the dildo, her entire pussy would roll back down to my waiting mouth. With each gyration of this incredibly slow torture, I would lick more and more of her pussy juice up toward her ass, and with each new lubrication, I imagined the dildo was sneaking further, but ever so slightly, into this little girls ass. Soon though, I realized that it was still only in about two or three inches and I felt disappointment that it would probably not go much further. But just as I was considering giving up as I had had to on her pussy, she began to press up her butt and whimper for more. Being afraid of hurting her I said, "No, I'll hold it firm...you make it go in". She remained perfectly still for the longest time, then she started by sucking in her breath and pushing up from the bed a bit with her hands. Her head bent back slightly and her chest came up just far enough for her tiny nipples to lightly tug at the sheets. Then she lowered her head and started a slow wave in her body. As her head went down her shoulders rose slightly but then they followed her head down as her belly rose up, finally as her belly began to go down her ass rose slightly. The wave seemed to end as her belly pushed down into the mattress. But as the wave dispersed from her falling hips, her head and chest began to rise up with new energy. Although the dildo might have slid out of her, I sensed what was coming and held it firmly as she fell away from it. The second wave came faster and started just as the fat head of the dildo slipped out of her ass. In a matter of a short moment her head rose way up with her small tits jutting out and then began to dive, her neck and shoulders followed the dive and flowed down in a serpentine motion, the belly rose, and as the small of her back began arching, pushing her belly down, the hips forcefully rose up...against the slick fat waiting cock. As her ass rose up against the dildo, it pushed back into her tightness. She didn't stop. Her ass rose right up and in another serpentine motion forced another inch inside. Each time just as she pushed in a bit more, she’d raise her head and chest even higher for the next wave. I held the slick pole as best I could while her lithe body snaked up and down, taking then expelling this thick cock faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her ass. At the end of each wave her ass would fall off tip of the fat cock and quickly tighten up, but with each successive wave she took the shaft another inch deeper. Finally, with one very slow and exaggerated undulation, she pushed until she felt my fist against the tight cheeks of her firm little ass. Releasing the dildo I just sat there watching as her body slowed to a mazy motion. Her little hand slipped between her legs and she fiddled with her own clit and moaned. From the inside of her, and ever so slowly, she began pushing out. I could see her breath in...push...breath in...push...breath in...push. When it finally slipped out she rolled over and reached up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, and as I held her almost like a baby, with tears streaming down her face she began kissing me deeply.
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I guess I'm sort of naive. I laugh with all of my friends at the jokes, but I really don't have much experience...except this one. It started when I discovered a website with some still photos of naked women on it. I’ve never really gone to one of these sites, but since I found that one, I can hardly look at anything else. I’d seen some x movies before, but there is something special in these still photos that I can't resist. To be honest, from the few times the boys at my high school had shown me photos trying to flirt with me, I was expecting older women with huge boobs and lots of makeup. Wow was I surprised. This girl I found that started this passion was about my age. She was very athletic and cute but seemed so relaxed while showing EVERYTHING off. In most of her pictures, she was arching her back to expose her butt to the camera. I took off my shorts and compared myself to her in the mirror. I arched my back to see if I looked as good as she did. Although it was hard to tell from the only angle I could see myself in the mirror, I thought that I had just as nice a figure as she had. For the next few weeks, whenever I was alone, I found myself constantly cruising the net, comparing myself to the cuter, younger girls and trying to look as sexy as they looked. Then one day I had a scary but exciting thought. My dad is seriously into photography and had a really fancy camera. I could take some pictures of myself to see what I looked like from all the angles and no one would know. I grabbed his camera bag and some bright lights and headed up to my room. I put a camera on a tri-pod, set up some lights, and grabbed the remote trigger so that I could operate the camera from the bed. I was most interested in what I looked like from behind because I could never see that angle well enough even using two mirrors. I put a bunch of pillows under my stomach, push my butt up toward the camera, spread my legs as far as I could and pushed the trigger. I wasn't impressed. It wasn't that I didn't look good, it was just that I didn't get very good pictures. But, since you can just delete digital pictures and try again, try again I did. Eventually, I started to get some pretty good shots. The pictures looked especially clear when I downloaded them onto my computer, but something about my pictures was raw - the pictures online were so sexy. I couldn't figure it out at first, but when I put a picture of myself side-by-side with a particularly cute blonde, I saw immediately what I didn't like. The girls online had small shiny bald pussies and mine was hairy...definitely gross. I had to quit for the day (my mom would be home soon) so I put the camera equipment away and cleaned up. The following day, after my parents left, I went into the shower and completely shaved my pussy. The whole area tingled after I was done but it really felt good. Then I got some wax from my mom's bathroom and waxed my arms and legs. It took forever and it hurt a little, but when I was done, my whole body tingled like my pussy. I was getting horny thinking about how I might look now. I quickly set up the cameral equipment, and took up my position on the pillows. I was feeling incredibly sexy as I lightly slid my hand over the smooth skin of my shaved pussy and ass. I began to click some pictures while simultaneously rubbing myself. I spread my legs wider and, with one finger on either side, I separated my pussy lips for the camera just like the girls on the net do. When I did this I felt a little dribble of my juice run down my hand. Then it happened. As I went searching for where the dribble had come from, my whole body shuddered. I slid my middle finger into the moisture and I began rubbing myself. It felt better to move my hips than my finger so, with my middle finger inserted into my pussy, I began moving my butt in circles to increase the friction. The feeling turned into a frenzy as I moved. I slipped a second finger in and tried to fit a third. It felt as if my whole hand would not be enough. I pumped wildly on my hand for some incredibly long time and finally collapsed with my first orgasms. It was the best feeling I had ever had. During my frenzy, I had managed to snap off a couple of more photos and I was a little embarrassed when I saw them on the computer screen. My hand was glistening with my juices and my legs were so far apart that in one photo you could see right into my pussy. I was horny again just looking at them. After a couple of weeks, I began to get the hang of taking the pictures of myself. I was also getting a little bored with it. So, I decided to check out a lingerie shop in a local shopping mall to find some clothes to match some of the sexy stuff I’d seen online. This place was racier than I had ever imagined; I almost walked out immediately but I made the mistake of making eye contact with a salesman and felt committed. Then, I couldn’t figure out what to do. The place was filled with the craziest stuff I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t figure out what half of it was for and was too embarrassed to pick anything up and figure it out. Then a women suddenly popped up next to me clad in a deep vee button up and very tight jeans. She was older but she was easygoing and sensed my fear. She introduced herself as a sales person and jokingly asked me what was my favorite toy. Shyly, I told her I was only looking for something sexy to wear. I lied and told her my boyfriend liked to take pictures of me in sexy outfits. She smiled and took my hand to lead me over to a rack which was loaded with leather and silk goodies. We became quick friends as she made me feel relaxed, but she was a bit aggressive and insisted that I try on the outfits that I liked. She scared me a bit while inspecting me in each one. I could tell she liked my young body. She was constantly adjusting the little straps on me, brushing my hair out of the way, and rubbing the silks and leathers to smooth them out on my body. It felt nice to have so much attention and it didn't feel too threatening so we continued. I finally made a choice and we went to the register. As she was ringing up the order she said, "wouldn't you like one of these toys to play with when your boyfriend isn't around?". She was pointing under the glass at a large selection of dildos. I was too curious to say no, but couldn't decide on which one a girl would choose so I coyly asked her which was her favorite. Without hesitating she reached for one and said "Its expensive but it feels like the real thing...except its big...really big." As she pulled this wicked looking, fat, long, but soft rubber bat out of the cabinet, she looked me right in the eye and gave the top of it a kiss. Smiling she said "I hope you like your new friend". Then, without even asking me, she pulled out an X DVD and said, "and you must watch this to learn how to use your new toy". The bus ride home seemed to take forever. First, I watched the DVD which was an outrageous party of girls playing with the exact same dildo as I had just bought. I couldn't imagine the stuff they were doing with it and how easily it went in. I then set up the camera equipment and put on an outfit I had bought. I laid down on my back with a pillow under my butt and began to play with my new toy. The camera was about three feet away from my crotch and I continued to take pictures while I played. It felt really good to rub the dildo around on my wet lips but every time I tried to push it inside, I could sense that it was simply too big for me. As I got wetter and wetter, I became more frantic to get this big cock inside me so I began to wiggle. I started wiggling hard enough so that my breasts were giggling and my hips were gyrating. I was trying to out-do the girls in the movie but I couldn't even get this thing an inch inside me. In a last ditch effort I dropped the camera trigger and reached further down the shaft for a better grip. As I grabbed the end of the thing I felt the on/off switch for the vibrator and clicked it on. In one slippery tight shudder, at least half of the entire vibrating shaft slipped inside of me. The vibration and the tightness were sending wave after wave of orgasm through my body. At first I just lay there, amazed. Soon though, I grabbed the camera trigger again and I found myself moving my hips to a steady rhythm and shooting away. Even though it was incredibly tight, I was so wet that it slipped easily in and out of me. I pushed up against it harder and harder and withdrew it further with each stroke. The full length of its rippled vibrating shaft was now driving me wild. Exhausted while reviewing the pictures, I clicked off the lights, and fell into a deep sleep. I awoke with knocking at my door. It was my friend Carmine...I had slept for hours. I wasn't really awake and sleepily said, "come in". The only light in the room was from the computer screen with a picture of me impaled by my new foot long friend. And I was too sleepy to remember it was up. She came in to the dark room and accused me of sleeping through our exercise routine. She was working out to become a gymnast and I would often coach her during my workouts in the early evenings. She walked across the room, and as she was reaching for the light, my stupor receded and was replaced with frozen panic. When the light snapped on all she saw was that I was completely speechless and tears were welling in my eyes. At her age, Carmine couldn't possibly understand. Not seeing anything in the room, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at me so sweetly and asked me what was wrong. I was still speechless and after what seemed an eternity, I felt her attention leaving me and scanning the room. She had first seen the camera but I could see that she was looking all around. Even the dildo was sitting out in the open. She looked kind of sideways and spotted the computer image. "Doesn't it look sexy" I stammered. Some weak thought had tried to convince me that I could act as though it were normal for older girls to try this. "Is this you?" she whispered. "Who took this?" she continued while staring steadily at the computer. "I did...do you think it’s sexy?" I had no idea how to get out of this. She began to giggle. "I can't believe you do this" she said as her giggle grew into laughter as she moved over to have a closer look. I began laughing too; it made me feel a little better. I was now fully awake and starting to think desperately of damage control. "Let me take some pictures of you" I sneaked with as much confidence as I could. I thought that maybe I could turn the tables. As I said it, I realized that she might actually be a little sexy. She is younger than me but she isn't one of those stick-like girls. She has this small but strong body and her hips have developed which gives her a tiny, narrow waist and an upturned ass. Although her face is just a little girls, her lips are very pouty and naturally red. Even for her age, her little tits have developed nicely. I could see a torn look of curiosity and fear, then a nervous smile, and then suddenly she said lightly, "Ok, but I can't possibly look as sexy as this one". She pointed to the computer where I lay with the dildo. I couldn't believe my luck, I was going to get clean away with this. We began to pour over some of the other pictures I had found on the net and found one with two girls posing together. "We are cuter than these girls", she said, and then with one quick motion, pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her light brown nipples were so small and hardened and her breasts seemed to stand out; they were larger than I remembered. She rubbed one hand over her boobs and the other across her flat tummy then licked her lips in the sexiest way a girl could. Then she began to giggle uncontrollably. "We have to get photos of this" I said as I jumped up to operate the camera. I knew that if I had photos of her she could never tell on me. Her natural uninhibited attitude was both turning me on and making me angry. She began to try to put on a real show for me. At first she was laughing too much to be sexy but the more she moved around the less she laughed and the sexier her little writhing body looked. Soon, she was slinking around like a snake. After snapping a bunch of photos, I figured I had to fully expose her to be certain she could never tell on me. With a sudden urge to control her and make her feel the fear I had had, I commanded her to get on her hands and knees with her butt to the camera. She looked at me with surprise at the tone in my voice, then obediently and sexlessly got on her hands and knees. She reminded me of a dog looking over its shoulder for attention. Then, as if to defy me, she moved her knees wider apart and arched her back a little and with a giggle said, “like this?”. I flicked the computer to a photo where a girl’s head was hanging half off the side of a bed. She was belly down with her ass up in the air and her legs spread wide. In the same commanding voice, desperate to assert control over her, I told her to keep her butt up in the air and lay her chest and belly down like the girl on the computer. This time she was un-phased by my command. She was trying to outdo the pictures that I had taken of myself and she was clearly competing with me for control of the situation. She began rubbing her hands smoothly all over her back side in complete defiance. Partly in some weird anger I felt, partly in pure curiosity, and partly to gain physical control, I put my hand on the small of her back and crawled over to straddle her. Facing the camera and looking down at her small butt and legs slightly spread, I pulled her waist up in the air with one hand and began to poke at her with the dildo. The touch of our flesh together was both sweat and sick. I was trembling and very uncertain of myself. I was trying to control this little girl and instead went out of control myself. I wanted to lower myself down so my pussy could touch her back, but I was too frightened to do it. She, on the other hand, began moving her hips ever so slowly against the dildo to show me that she wasn't afraid. As her tiny waist wiggled against the inside of my thighs, a tremor shook through my whole body. To gain my composure, I began to press the dildo against her, but there was obviously going to be more trouble getting the dildo into her than I had had getting it into myself. On my DVD I had seen how the girls wet down the dildo with their spit so I tried it out. I sucked it into my mouth, spit on it, and then quickly pushed the wet tip against her tiny pussy. As it slipped around on her pussy, I saw that she had shaved herself, too. At first I was angered because she seemed to be ahead of me at every sexual step. I felt as if somehow this little girl was so much older than I. Then, with both relief and amazement, I realized that her bald pussy was totally natural. I reached under her belly and softly touched above her pussy and felt some fuzzy hair, but I could see the lips were hairless - bare and smooth. Still not entering her, I began alternating the dildo between my saliva filled mouth and her tiny wet pussy. Her little voice began commanding me to push it harder and finally she reached between her own legs and holding my hands pushed it into herself. It stopped with only about 2" inside her. She was to small to take any more. I held her butt firmly up in the air for the camera, turned the vibrators switch onto low, and started clicking photos for proof. The vibration made here pussy lips quiver and she began to wiggle, but it wasn't doing to her what it had done to me. She was moving hard to keep the thing sliding in and out of her, and to prove to me she was a woman, but her movements were mechanical and it didn't really fit. At first I didn’t care, I had my photos. But then I felt challenged to awaken something inside her. I tried letting it go deeper inside her then come almost all the way out, but she just kept up this non-committed up and down motion she’d obviously seen somewhere. I thought she was trying to prove her sexuality that wasn't really there. Finally I was feeling in control again. I was feeling like a teacher. With one hand I held the dildo and with the other I grabbed her butt and tried to get her into a real rhythm. My hands were so slick though that the dildo came popping out onto the bed and made a sound a bit like a cork coming out of a bottle. We both laughed, and she began moving out from underneath me. I think she was relieved that it was over. But being a little bigger and much stronger, I pushed her back on her belly. I had my pictures but I wasn't ready to quit. I snatched up our big friend and decided to try poking at her clit. But, to my disappointment, she reacted with the same sort of mechanical up and down motion. Maybe even less than before. I thought that she might even be bored. Still not ready to give up, I put the whole vibrating shaft up against her slippery crotch, sort of like a fat, wet bicycle seat, and began rocking hard onto her clit then back, then onto her clit again trying to tease her. This began working. As I rocked it back and forth, on and off her clit, her breathing accelerated. But I was confused because she was reacting backward. As I rocked it away from her clit she'd tighten up and when I returned the pressure forward directly onto the clit, expecting her to take off, she just sort of relaxed. On the fifth or sixth time, I decided to try rocking the shaft back and not return it to her clit. As I rocked it off her clit and onto the back of her pussy, she began to tighten up. Her breathing slowed and I was determined not to go back to her clit until she begged me. To tease her, I began rocking it again, but keeping the shaft back on her pussy and not going far enough forward to touch her clit. Her breathing started up again in short, sharp little breaths and she strained to spread her legs wider. I was confused as she seemed to like it so much better when it wasn't touching her clit. This thing had already been as far inside her pussy as it could go and that did nothing. Now she was getting off with it just flat up against her. Something wasn’t right. The whole shaft was getting really messy with all of her juices, so I decided to hold both ends to be able to apply a little more pressure. Still straddled on top of her back and facing her ass, I had been holding the thing on her clit with my right hand which was under her belly and between her legs. So, with my left hand above her ass I grabbed the slimy tip. This pulled the shaft back even further from her clit and began spreading her ass cheeks a little. She became suddenly animated and jerky and kept trying to push at the shaft with a downward then upward rotation of her hips. A thought came over me that was so rude that the blood went to my head and made me dizzy. I wasn't sure whether I was more frightened by her guttural sounds or the thought that it was her asshole, not her clit that was making her wild. I didn't know what to do. I was grossed out and I was angry. I'd seen some of this on the net, but I wasn't prepared. I tested my idea with some more pressure and rocking and found there was no doubt. Every time I pushed the vibrating shaft tighter between her ass cheeks she'd go wild. The further and harder I rocked it back, the more intense she'd get. At this point, her ass cheeks, her pussy and her legs were completely coated with the sweetest, slickest lube, and I thought for a moment that maybe I could exert the ultimate control and push this huge thing inside her butt. I removed my arm from under her belly, gripped both hands at the base of the thing, pointed it right at her ass, and began pushing the fat tip against the hole. She gave a sharp "nooooo", her legs clinched together and her belly and butt dropped flat down. I tried softly but persistently to press against her clinched ass cheeks with the tip of it, but she just squirmed and tightened up more. It was too big, but I felt in control again. I began glancing around for something smaller. Then, the grossest thought I've ever had came to me...something I saw on the DVD in gross amazement...and now I couldn’t help myself. I set the dildo aside and lowered my face to her clenched-up slippery ass cheeks. I drove my mouth and nose up and down her slippery, clenched crack. With each pass I wiggled my tongue in as deep as I could sneak it. As my tongue and nose ceaselessly plied her she began to open up again. First she just relaxed her cheeks, but slowly she began to push her ass back up a little and even spread her legs a little bit. With utter abandon I buried my face in her wet ass and began probing my tongue against her little hole. I pushed and pushed and imagined it was going in. But there was no way, she was simply too tight for my soft tongue. I backed off to look at what was now a pool of pussy juice and saliva. With anger that she might continue to refuse me, I gripped the cheeks of her still slightly clenched ass, pulled them open and began pressing an index finger against her little asshole. It took some pushing, but my finger began to slide into her. The smoothness of her walls and her soft, intermitted moaning left me no choice but to continue pushing. Once the tip was in, my first knuckle slipped in easily behind it, but it stopped as I penetrated her slowly up to my second knuckle. Her tightness was so intense I could feel it squeezing the blood from my finger. As my second knuckle finally passed inside and I pushed my finger all the way in, she began sobbing like a little girl...but then slowly began grinding her hips like a woman. I slid the finger back and forth against her motion and every time the knuckle passed in or out, she’d give a little groan of pain and pleasure. After fingering her for a while, the knuckle began sliding more easily past her tight opening and she was increasing her pace. I had to try a second finger. Even though she let out a yelp, with not much more pressure than with one finger, the second pressed snuggly through her flesh. I realized that she was relaxing to take it in, and I became suddenly re-determined to make her take the dildo. As I pulled my fingers out of her hole she begged me not to stop. I took my time preparing the dildo with my saliva and the slippery mess that was dripping out of her pussy and she began begging me, almost crying, to finger her more. But, when I finally pressed the big fat tip of the wet dildo against her asshole she clamped shut again. She cried that it was too big and began close her legs even more. But at the same time she was closing up, she begged me to finger her more. Instead, I wrapped my left arm under her belly, and gripped the end of the dildo with my right. I was still straddled over her back, but I now sat back on her, pulled my legs out which had been folded under along her sides, and put both my heals over the backs of her legs and inside her knees. Using my heels, I parted her small, struggling legs again and with my left arm pulled her ass up to my mouth. My tongue slipped in a bit this time and although she struggled against what she knew was coming, she was trapped. And she couldn't help relaxing as my soft tongue plied into her little hole. In one strong move, I pulled hard with my ankles to spread her almost into a split and lifted her butt higher with my left arm. My right fist gripped the dildo which was hovering above her. I could see her sphincter muscle twitching as the only defense she had left. I set the tip of it against her with just a light touch, but could feel her struggle with all her little might. Then I began to press. Just a little at first, but then, with a slow rhythm, I began pressing harder and harder. Her little hole began to stretch as she squirmed and cried. I pulled back the dildo, sucked on it to make it wetter, wiped it across her pussy to get the juices from there, but before trying again I leaned my head down for another lick. This time, my tongue slipped in easily and I felt her relax and push up against my face. Then I started a rhythm of bringing the dildo up against her and pressing, then releasing it and burying my tongue into her slightly widening hole. Each time I applied the dildo she'd tighten up and squeal for me to stop. Each time I'd bury my face and tongue her she'd relax and whimper for more. Each time the dildo pushed ever so slightly further against her willpower to keep it out. Finally, I gave her no option. I began pressing the dildo without mercy. She sensed that she could not resist and her tiny sphincter stretch to its max. I was in. I could hear her panting but everything else went silent. She was splayed out with this huge dildo about two inches into her ass and I realized she couldn't move. I relaxed my grip around her waist, pulled back my heals from her knees and began straddling her lightly again. I softly rubbed all over her wet ass cheeks and teased the area of skin stretched around the shaft. Without pushing in any further but keeping constant pressure on it to keep it from slipping out, I began to twist the fat cock slightly. Finally, she let out a little squeak, "...more...". I grabbed the camera trigger and caught my final photo proof. She was lying there so perfectly still with these barely perceptible little jerky breaths that I actually dismounted her and moved carefully around behind her. As I moved around her I twisted the dildo a bit like a drill. With a little pressure on the top I imagined it sinking every so slightly deeper. Even without my holding her, she remained in the same position, but with my new vantage point and the bright lights, I could not believe how it looked and how powerful I felt. She had her little legs wide apart and her butt was so far up that the dildo was pointing straight at the ceiling. With the bright lights from the camera equipment, I could see with such detail her glistening skin stretched around this huge cock in her tiny young ass. The dildo was in so deep now and stretched her so wide that even her little pussy was stretched open. But although her pussy was open, it was shallow and looked almost like puckered up lips with a little tongue just inside. I couldn't resist going in for a kiss. Still holding the dildo gently, I flipped over and slid on my back up between her legs and began chewing gently on her stretched out pussy. I found her clit and this time it gave her some fire. I began pushing and pulling the dildo, but she was too tight for it to slide in or out. Instead, it pushed her tightly wrapped skin in and then released it out as I pulled back. As I sucked on her clit and pushed in on the dildo, her clit would gently tug away from my lips. Then as I pulled back on the dildo, her entire pussy would roll back down to my waiting mouth. With each gyration of this incredibly slow torture, I would lick more and more of her pussy juice up toward her ass, and with each new lubrication, I imagined the dildo was sneaking further, but ever so slightly, into this little girls ass. Soon though, I realized that it was still only in about two or three inches and I felt disappointment that it would probably not go much further. But just as I was considering giving up as I had had to on her pussy, she began to press up her butt and whimper for more. Being afraid of hurting her I said, "No, I'll hold it firm...you make it go in". She remained perfectly still for the longest time, then she started by sucking in her breath and pushing up from the bed a bit with her hands. Her head bent back slightly and her chest came up just far enough for her tiny nipples to lightly tug at the sheets. Then she lowered her head and started a slow wave in her body. As her head went down her shoulders rose slightly but then they followed her head down as her belly rose up, finally as her belly began to go down her ass rose slightly. The wave seemed to end as her belly pushed down into the mattress. But as the wave dispersed from her falling hips, her head and chest began to rise up with new energy. Although the dildo might have slid out of her, I sensed what was coming and held it firmly as she fell away from it. The second wave came faster and started just as the fat head of the dildo slipped out of her ass. In a matter of a short moment her head rose way up with her small tits jutting out and then began to dive, her neck and shoulders followed the dive and flowed down in a serpentine motion, the belly rose, and as the small of her back began arching, pushing her belly down, the hips forcefully rose up...against the slick fat waiting cock. As her ass rose up against the dildo, it pushed back into her tightness. She didn't stop. Her ass rose right up and in another serpentine motion forced another inch inside. Each time just as she pushed in a bit more, she’d raise her head and chest even higher for the next wave. I held the slick pole as best I could while her lithe body snaked up and down, taking then expelling this thick cock faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her ass. At the end of each wave her ass would fall off tip of the fat cock and quickly tighten up, but with each successive wave she took the shaft another inch deeper. Finally, with one very slow and exaggerated undulation, she pushed until she felt my fist against the tight cheeks of her firm little ass. Releasing the dildo I just sat there watching as her body slowed to a mazy motion. Her little hand slipped between her legs and she fiddled with her own clit and moaned. From the inside of her, and ever so slowly, she began pushing out. I could see her breath in...push...breath in...push...breath in...push. When it finally slipped out she rolled over and reached up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, and as I held her almost like a baby, with tears streaming down her face she began kissing me deeply.
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His Apology Dave steps out of the house and looks across the yard. He isn't sure where Carri is, but her truck is here so she can’t be far. Maybe she is gone for a horseback ride. She is probably off working somewhere. Carri is one of the hardest workers he has ever met. So the barn is the first place he is going to look. There is always work to be done in there. As Dave steps off the porch and starts towards the big building he smiles. He has some apologizing to do. ‘Asshole’ is the only word he can think of when he considers his recent behavior. He hasn’t been easy to live with. He knows that. Showing appreciation or affection are not his strong suits. He wasn't raised that way, but still, he should try harder. She works her ass off to make him happy and he often takes it for granted. He is going to have to put forth an effort to show her how much he appreciates everything she does. He knows what she likes. Carri has a lot on her mind as she works. She often uses chores around the small hobby farm as time to think. It's easy to get lost in her thoughts and get shit done at the same time. The animals take a lot of her time and attention. She loves them all; animals are easy. There often just isn't enough time in the day to finish everything she would like to. An argument that her and Dave had yesterday is fresh in her memory. Some bullshit about dusting around the house. She acted more upset and hurt then she really was. A tactic that often ends stupid arguments when her and Dave have both had a long day. She effectively ended the argument with, “Your fingers aren't broken.” A small smile spread across her face as she thought, “Men are easy too.” As Dave steps into the barn, all of his senses take in his new surroundings. The smell of fresh hay, the bright sunlight squeezing between the boards, the warm, calm air on his skin and the peacefulness of an almost empty building. With all of the animals outside he can hear the sounds of hay bales being stacked in the loft. The ladder is close, and as he nears the top, she comes into view. Dave loves looking at her; especially when she doesn’t know he is there. Carri is dressed in faded jeans and an old flannel shirt. She is about 5’6” and has an ass that was made for jeans. The tight denim hugs her curvy hips and stretches across her tight round ass perfectly. Her shirt is loose, but Dave knows the top few buttons will be open and show her small firm breasts straining against her t-shirt. She is stacking bales in the far corner of the loft. He quietly walks towards her as he watches her work. She is nearly finished with her chore and doesn’t acknowledge him. "How's it going?" Dave asks from just a few feet away. Carri jumps ever so slightly, he is pretty graceful for such a big man, almost 6'3", and she hadn't heard him until he spoke. "Good, I'm almost done. I'll be in soon," she replies. "I've got a better idea," Dave says as he places his strong hands on her hips and pulls her to him. He kisses her gently on the lips and moves his hands to her shoulders and neck to deepen the bond. She places her hands on his chest and pushes him away. "What is this all about?" Carri asks. He looks into her eyes and says "I'm sorry, I was an ass." A laugh escapes her and a sly smile appears on her face as she sees a confused look on his face. "You're a man, I know what to expect by now." she laughs. "Oh really?" he says, "Maybe I still have a few tricks you haven't seen yet." Her smile turns into a big curious grin. Dave places his hands on either side of her face, pulls her to him, and kisses her passionately. As his fingers caress her cheeks and neck, his tongue teases her lips. He starts slowly, easing her into the deep kiss. Soon Carri is fully engaged, and wraps her arms around his neck. He can feel how warm she is from her hard work and decides that she needs a break. Moving his hands down her neck through her short dark hair to her collar; the buttons on her shirt offer little resistance as he pulls them apart on the way to his reward. He bends down to kiss the base of her throat and across the top of her breasts. Such a beautiful sight. He wants to enjoy all of her. Spinning her around and pushing her up against the stack of hay he easily unhooks her bra under the back of her shirt and offers them the support of his hands instead. They are the perfect size; just enough to fill each hand. While kissing the back of her neck and shoulders he teases her small pink nipples with his fingers and enjoys their immediate reaction to his attention. Stripping her loose clothing off of her and dropping it to the floor, he works his hands down her back and over onto her hips. Dave pulls her towards him and uses her denim covered ass to massage his own restrained excitement while his left hand moves to her throat and his right hand travels down between her legs. While using both hands to hold her tightly to him he kisses the right side of her neck and face; Dave realizes he doesn’t have enough hands to touch everything he wants at one time. His left hand stops to caress her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples on its way to meet his right hand at the button and zipper which stands between him and his deepest desire. Undoing the fasteners offers just enough room for him to pull the final barriers from her hips and thighs. He quickly slips her out of her shoes and the last bit of her clothing, until she stands facing away from him completely exposed. He slowly kisses his way from her calves up to her neck without letting his lips leave her skin even for a moment. Reaching down, he pulls his own shirt up and off over his head and tosses it aside. Now his strong, hairy chest is free to touch her smooth, hot skin. “One of us is over-dressed,” Carrie whispers to him. Reaching back, Carri caresses his erection through his jeans with both of her hands. She turns around and pulls the buttons of Dave’s jeans open. The sight of his circumcised 7" cock straining against his boxer briefs stirs a shiver of excitement deep in her pussy. She returns the favor of removing his last bit of clothing with a hand on each hip and pulling them down to his ankles. She begins kissing the front of his thighs and slowly works her way up from side to side. Her left hand gently embraces his manhood and moves it to the side so she can kiss the tender skin all around and up to his belly button. She loves teasing him and building her excitement. Gracefully she stands up and guides his cock so that the head of it slowly slides down her neck and chest finding just a bit of resistance between her breasts as she straightens her legs. Now as she leans forward to kiss his chest she can feel his thick prick pressing up against her stomach, hard and willing. Dave places his big left hand at the base of her throat and pushes her up against the hay pile once again. The hay feels rough and exciting against her bare skin, and she loves his rough handling. So strong; she looks forward to what he wants next. “Don’t move,” he says “this will take only a moment." Carri watches him as he walks naked across the loft to where some horse tack is stored on the wall. He glances back at her as she slides her hands up over her breasts and caresses her left calf with her right foot while rubbing her thighs slowly together, never taking her eyes off of him. She would have to be patient as he prepares the next part of his apology. As he turns back to the wall he spots the items he is looking for. A long leather strap and a short piece of heavy rope. He returns to where Carri is still leaning against the hay and drops the items on the floor next to her. She looks up at him, but before she can speak he kisses her again on the lips and slides a hand between her thighs and teases her clit until he coaxes a happy moan from her. “Remember, I said don’t move,” he tells her as their lips part. She has no idea what he is doing, but she is willing to wait and find out. Working quickly beside her he takes three of the hay bales and stacks them on the floor, the bottom two running North to South and the top one opposite, pointed East to West. He then retrieves her flannel shirt and lays it across the top bale like a small blanket. He has made what looks to be a small platform. She looks on with delight and expectation, her imagination working with the possibilities. Returning to her side, he picks her up easily off of the floor as if she were one of the bales and steps over to his new creation laying her on top of her shirt. Stepping back, he admires Carri lying naked before him in the warm subdued light of the loft. She is a little self-conscious of her nudity like this and she pulls her knees up to her chest. She is a mother and childbirth has left a few reminders on her body. He knows what she is thinking and says, “You are absolutely gorgeous, and I’m going to show you how much I appreciate everything about you.” A moment later Dave is standing in front of her and places a strong hand on each of her calves. He straightens her legs and rests them against his chest. As he reaches down and grabs his erection he turns his head and kisses her ankles on either side of his face. Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock across her swollen pussy lips and up over her clitoris, resting it on her well maintained bikini line. With a hand on each ankle he pulls her legs up slightly to give him a better angle. Pressing against her legs with his chest he grabs her hips on either side and now controls her with his chest, arms and hands. Slowly he starts moving his hips back and forth, sliding the smooth underside of his cock across her pussy lips and clit. Pulling back until the head rests at the opening, he applies just enough pressure, and then tilts his hips so that he slides up and across her pussy rather than in. This teasing is having its desired effect, and Carri reaches down to guide him inside of her. He pulls back and smacks her playfully on the ass. “We’ll get there soon,” he says with a smile. Dropping to his knees, he kisses and nibbles the backside of her hips and thighs. Slowly he runs his tongue up one side of her labia, making gentle circles around her clit before sliding the underside of his tongue across it and working his way back down the other side. Dave pulls her repeatedly back from the edge of her first orgasm, by placing his kisses on the back of and inside her thighs. Slowly and gently he slides a single finger into her wet excited pussy. Carri gasps and arches her back slightly to better enjoy Dave’s efforts. She reaches down and grabs his head with a hand on either side and pulls him in tight to her pussy. She breathes out, "Don't stop, don't stop." With the underside of his tongue, he works her clitoris back and forth and introduces a second finger to steadily massage her G-spot with his right hand. His left arm is wrapped around her hips and holding her tightly so he can feel her every movement. With firm pressure and a steady rhythm, he is soon rewarded with her first orgasm. Dave enjoys the smell and taste of the woman he loves as she cums on his face. Carri reaches down and pushes his head away from her. Dave knows that she is now too sensitive and needs a moment to recover from his direct stimulation. He stands and positions himself as if to massage her with his cock again, but this time as he pushes forward he does not tilt his hips, and his swollen and throbbing cock slowly disappears into her tight wet pussy. Carri tilts her head back and enjoys the moment as much as Dave. He watches every inch of progress until he has no more, and feels his balls press up against her ass. Dave builds up to a steady rhythm of easy thrusts to push her towards her next orgasm. Carri’s right hand moves to her clit and rubs it in small circles while her left hand pulls and pinches her nipples. With her manipulation and Dave’s strong thighs pounding steadily against hers, Carri can feel the familiar tickle of a big orgasm starting deep in her pussy. Dave’s thick hard cock always hits the right spot, and pushes Carri over the edge of her second orgasm. Dave can feel her pussy tighten and squeeze his dick as she cums all over it. Her big orgasm gets his cock and balls wet and slick. He continues for a short while until, on the back thrust, he allows himself to pull completely out. “Please put it back,” she begs. “Soon,” he replies, “come here." He reaches forward and takes her by the hands pulling her up and off of the bale until she is standing before him. She drops to one knee and quickly wraps her lips around his erection, working her mouth up and down his wet cock with blatant desire. Dave stands there and enjoys this, how can he not? He is a man after all. Coming to his senses, Dave realizes that he is losing control of the situation. This will not do. This is his rodeo, so to speak. He pulls her to her feet and quickly spins her around and smacks her on the ass again. “I’m in control here and I’m not done yet,” he says. “Well, you can’t blame a girl for wanting to have some fun,” she moans. Carri turns her head to kiss him. While doing this she uses her ass to rub his hard-on. Breaking the kiss Dave pushes her down onto the hay bale so that she is bent forward over the edge of it. Reaching down he retrieves the leather strap and rope from the floor. Placing the center of the leather strap across her back just under her shoulder blades, he then wraps the ends around her sides and crosses them between her breasts and back up over her shoulders. A simple knot tied behind her neck keeps it from slipping off and gives him a good handhold. Now he takes her hands and ties them together behind her back with the short piece of rope. Nothing too tight. He wants to excite her, not hurt her. “Wow, this is new,” Carri says. “How is this going to work?” Dave just smiles and laughs a little bit as he pulls back on the strap with one hand and lifts her upper body off of the bale. He reaches around with the other and removes her shirt from the hay. Gently he sets her back down. Her bare breasts and nipples are now against the coarse grass. Carri loves the rough feeling against her skin and the way he manhandles her. This new twist is very exciting and her pussy aches with anticipation. Dave looks down at her and admires the situation. His whole world right now is Carri’s shapely legs, great ass, wet swollen pussy and her bound hands. This gorgeous woman is willing to relinquish control for a while and completely trust him. Now he is going to fully enjoy her in his favorite position. Standing behind her with his knees slightly bent, he places his erection in perfect alignment with her pussy. He places both hands on her ass and caresses it while pressing himself against her inviting lips. With the head of his cock just barely inserted, he can push her away with his hands and watch his prick appear, and then pull back with his hands and watch her envelop him again and again. Slowly, he brings his hips into play and builds a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling and slow thrusting in sync with her breathing. Even when she gives up control, she is actually ‘in control’. He listens to and watches her carefully, letting her reactions guide his every action. He pulls his cock out and slides it ever so slightly up and presses it against her ass. Her breath catches for a second at the threat or promise of forbidden play and then he slides it back down and thrusts it deep inside of her. Dave reaches up and grabs the leather strap where it is knotted between her shoulders and pulls it towards him. A whole new sensation of deep penetration and control come with it. Her firm ass presses fully against him as her back arches and her shoulders and tits rise up off of the hay bale. He alternates between a hard thrust and a gentle thrust with a hard pull on the strap. She enjoys the combination as well, moaning and begging him to, "fuck me harder." He is pulling the strap back hard enough to hold her chest off of the hay bale so that her nipples just brush its surface. Long deep thrusts and the bales rough surface bring on her third strong orgasm. He loves every convulsion and moan. He can't stand it any longer. It's his turn now. He is several small and three earth shattering orgasms behind now. That just isn't fair. He picks her up and turns her on the bale. Now her stomach and hips support her and her breasts hang freely off the other side. Pulling the top bale as close to the edge of the bottom bales as he dares, he now pulls back on the strap with his right hand and pulls the top bale with his left until it rolls back onto its edge. He controls the rocking motion with a combination of strap pulling and hard deep thrusts. Slamming his cock into her tight wet pussy quickly brings him to the verge of his own orgasm. Letting the bale roll forward, he places his hands around her throat and holds her tightly against him as he thrusts deep into her one last time and lets his orgasm overtake him. His cock explodes deep inside of her, releasing shot after shot of hot sticky cum inside her tight convulsing cunt. His ecstasy lasts several seconds, and every muscle in his body tenses and then relaxes as he lets go of her, resting her on their makeshift sex platform. They are both breathless and shaking from the exertion. Covered in sweat and satisfied, he covers her in kisses and caresses as he unties her hands and removes the leather strap he used to control her just moments before. Carri kisses him and they slowly get dressed. They quickly finish the work she started earlier in the day and head inside for the evening. He turns to her and says, "I guess it's true, there's always something to do in the barn." She just smiles and takes his hand in hers as they walk into the house.
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Chapter 2 As soon as he could, without raising any undo suspicion, Nelson did the dishes as that was his family chore this week and then excused himself ‘to go to bed’. He went to his room, locked his door and undressed. He then got out his lube, put a non-cam tissue box near his bed and laid back with his laptop on his lap and his monitoring program on. The window that would display all the views that had motion in them was blank so Nelson opened up a small window with one of ‘Pornhub’s’ upskirt compilations in it and he lubed up his hand and began to massage his cock and balls as he watched the video. The living room cams all came to life as Stacy (Nelson’s step mom) carried in the groceries. Sam (Nelson’s dad) had hear the car and came in to help. Once everything was in most of the cameras in the living room shut off, Nelson focused the lens from the living room through the door to the kitchen where he could see Stacy putting away groceries. Sam glanced around, and presumably, seeing nobody reached under Stacy’s skirt to cup her ass cheek while he kissed her. The camera angle didn’t show her face but she didn’t seem to mind. However, she didn’t encourage him either and soon stepped out of his reach to load the fridge. Nelson could just make out her telling him to go have a shower if he wanted any fun later and Nelson knew he was going to get his own show in no time at all. Sure enough, moments later, the cams in the master bedroom came on and Nelson could see his dad stripping in the bed room, leaving his clothes in heaps on the floor. His family wasn’t exactly prudish, but it had even been a while since he had seen his dad naked. At 43, Sam only had a small belly and greying temples on a 6’0”, 180 pound frame. Nelson looked on with mixed envy and hope at his dad’s cock, which even soft, showed indications that it would be larger than Nelson’s meager 5 inches. Not being terribly interested in his dad, beyond hoping his cock would grow to match his dad’s, he went back to watching the upskirt video while he waited for Stacy to arrive. Sam finished his quick shower, and then dried off just as Stacy came in to their bathroom. She told him to put on something sexy on the TV and get some wine and she would get ready for him and be out shortly. With that, Nelson decided to turn off Pornhub and he split the screen between the cam in the en-suite, the fire detector and the USB cam by the bed. He could see his dad walk back in with a bottle of red wine and two very full glasses. He then watched as he put on a porn movie! Nelson had suspected that they watched porn together but was delighted to have proof. He zoomed in on the screen and noted that it looked like some German swingers movie. He then saw motion in the bathroom screen and almost came. Stacy had undressed just out of sight of the camera and he could now see her in all her beauty. Her shoulder length red hair frustratingly covered her tits. Nelson was well aware that they were 34Cs from playing with her dirty lingerie in the past and looked forward to getting a look at them. Stacy then lifted the lid on the toilet and sat, letting her firecrotch fill the screen of what Nelson mentally dubbed his toilet cam. He immediately put that cam on full screen and zoomed in as he rubbed his cock rapidly with his other hand. Stacy’s cunt lips protruded significantly and she shaved her lower lips, but left a bright red bush above. Nelson was looking forward to seeing a stream of golden champagne flood the image, but instead saw a hand enter the field of view as Stacy began to rub her clit a bit and moan. Only then did she begin to pee, with a dribble at first. The flow soon increased to a torrent and Stacy continued to rub her clit as she peed, and Nelson came hard. At least this time he was ready for it and had a tissue in place to catch jet after jet of his cum as he watched his step mom’s sexy slit, spread wide just for his viewing pleasure. For the second time today. Well, second time ever. Nelson saw that Stacy got up without wiping and in moments she had left the field of view. Nelson hurriedly tried to wipe the cum from his cock as he closed that window and open the two in the bedroom. He also plugged in his headphones and turned up the volume just in time to hear Stacy ask to be licked clean. Even though he was still a teen, Nelson was surprised that having just cum, his cock immediately sprang back to life at the thought of his dad licking Stacy’s piss soaked pussy. Sam grinned hugely and waited for Stacy to lay back on the bed and spread her legs. He leaned down as Nelson adjusted the camera by zooming it in and aiming it. The angle wasn’t perfect, but Sam’s tongue could be clearly seen reaching out and licking up the last clinging drops of piss from Stacy’s wet cunt. Nelson backed out the camera far enough to see her face and it had such a contented smile on it that he realized that this must be a frequent ritual. Sam’s voice was clearly audible asking if she had saved him any and she said yes, but that he would have to wait for it. She tugged on his ear to get him to move up next to her. Lets watch the movie – at least for a while ok dear she said. Sam got up and passed her a glass of wine and happily pressed play on the remote before lying on the bed next to her. As Stacy sipped her wine and watched the opening credits, she casually reached over and began to lightly stoke Sam’s already hard cock. It was every bit as big as Nelson had suspected. At least 7 inches, and fat. The movie began with three couples sitting around a dinner table when a maid walked in with drinks. All she was wearing was a tiny apron, and her tits were swinging back and forth as she distributed drinks. Sam made a comment about Stacy’s tits and cupped one of them and she smiled and leaned over and kissed him. Nelson guessed it must have been complimentary, whatever it was. The camera angle shifted to under the table, and looked up each woman’s skirt. Nelson couldn’t help but notice that the casting agent had gone for diversity. One redhead, even hairier than Stacy, one brunette, trimmed just like Stacy, and a blond, totally bald. When the camera shifted back above the table, the maid was sitting on the table, in front of a male guest, her legs straddling him, and his face buried in the blond curls of her pussy. She was obligingly holding her pussy lips wide open and the camera zoomed in on his tongue alternatively probing her clearly wet slit and her puckered asshole. Nelson added more lube to his palm and began to stroke his own cock again as he watched. In fact he barely noticed as Stacy chugged her wine and then moved to suck on Sam’s cock as he watched the pretty maid get her cunt licked. It seemed everybody involved was moaning. The maid, Stacy, Sam, and now Nelson too. Stacy stopped sucking long enough to ask “want to cum hard and fast, or want to make this last loverboy?” “Lets try to last through a whole movie this time ok baby?” Stacy didn’t answer but went back to sucking Sam’s cock as he reached to slip a finger up her cunt. On screen the camera the camera zoomed back in on the maids cunt. When the fellow moved his mouth back from her asshole to her cunt she rewarded him with a squirt of pee. Based on his eager licking, this is exactly what he was hoping for. Stacy stopped sucking Sam’s cock long enough to compliment him on his movie selection. Nelson had no idea how kinky his dad and Stacy were. He knew they fucked almost every night because he listened to them, but this exceeded his wildest imagination. Sam guzzled his wine and then filled up both glasses, suggesting Stacy take a break for sucking to drink more. “Good idea baby, I only peed enough to get my cunt wet before and need to top up” “OK, so lets pace ourselves, by alternating. You suck my cock for the rest of this scene, then I’ll lick your cunt next scene and so on” Stacy’s only response was to lean back down and take Sam’s cock in her mouth as he moaned and reminded her he wanted to last. Nelson couldn’t believe his good luck at watching all of this and wondered if he could cum twice more or if he should slow down too. Back on screen, the maid had moved to the girl next to her first lover and now was getting a tongue bath from the girl. However, this girl seemed far more interested in her asshole than her cunt. Sam suggested that this was enough of a scene change that they should trade places so Stacy rolled back onto her ass and spread her legs wide so Sam could lick her too. Stacy suggested “I wish you would take your inspiration from the movie and lick my asshole too”. Sam’s response was obvious to Nelson as he watched his dad tongue this gorgeous woman’s asshole on his laptop. As much as he wanted to last he didn’t think he would be able to. On the tv the scene shifted back under the table again, with two girls on their knees sucking the cocks of two of the guys. They were taking them deep and gagging a bit. Stacy asked Sam if she tasted ok and he responded “you know I love it when you are a dirty girl, but draw the line at shit. You taste sweaty and that in very nice”. Back onscreen the maid came explosively, squirting all over the girls face that was licking her asshole. The girl then said something in German that brought a guy up to slip his cock up her well lubed ass. “baby, I’m not sure who’s turn it is, but I sure would love to watch this while you suck my cock”. Stacy laughed loudly and said “of course” and traded positions yet again. Nelson figured out that the guy on screen must have been one of the ones that was getting his cock sucked because he unloaded his cum in the maid’s ass almost right away and the girl leaned in to lick it all out. “Sure you don’t want to cum for me baby?” “Not just yet” how about I fuck your ass for a bit?” Nelson knew he couldn’t hold it if they actually did that and watched eagerly. On screen, the girls had cleared the table and were all lying on their backs, with their legs in the air. The guys were lined up, taking a few strokes in each ass before moving down the line. Three cocks and four assholes made for lovely variety. Stacey got up on her hands and knees and the overhead view sucked so Nelson shifted to the USB cam on the night table and it was a perfect view of his dad’s 7 inch erection slipping straight into Stacy’s asshole, with almost no resistance. He added another squirt of lube in his palm and barely picked up the speed of his stroking when he began to cum again. From this angle Nelson couldn’t see the TV anymore but it didn’t seem to matter as Sam began to alternate stokes between Stacy’s asshole and cunt. Sam said “baby, I’m getting really close, want to finish up in 69?” “only if you can cum and drink at the same time, I’m getting desperate!” Sam rolled onto his back and Stacy rolled on top of him, settling her clearly wet cunt onto his eagerly waiting mouth before moving to take his erection back into her own mouth. From this angle Nelson could only see Stacy’s cunt as Sam reached up with both hands to spread it wide and watch as she began to pee. He was obviously practiced at this because he was able to swallow with his mouth open and not miss a drop even though he was clearly cumming himself. “Wow baby, that was amazing” said Sam, “Want to watch the rest oft the movie or call it a night?” Nelson wasn’t sure which answer he wanted as he didn’t want to miss anything, but didn’t think he could cum again any time soon. Stacy solved the situation for him by saying she was bushed and wanted to sleep, so Sam turned off the TV and they got into bed and turned out the lights leaving Nelson looking at a dark screen. He put his system back into motion record mode and went to sleep himself, not being able to recall such an excellent day ever in his life.
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Chapter 2 As soon as he could, without raising any undo suspicion, Nelson did the dishes as that was his family chore this week and then excused himself ‘to go to bed’. He went to his room, locked his door and undressed. He then got out his lube, put a non-cam tissue box near his bed and laid back with his laptop on his lap and his monitoring program on. The window that would display all the views that had motion in them was blank so Nelson opened up a small window with one of ‘Pornhub’s’ upskirt compilations in it and he lubed up his hand and began to massage his cock and balls as he watched the video. The living room cams all came to life as Stacy (Nelson’s step mom) carried in the groceries. Sam (Nelson’s dad) had hear the car and came in to help. Once everything was in most of the cameras in the living room shut off, Nelson focused the lens from the living room through the door to the kitchen where he could see Stacy putting away groceries. Sam glanced around, and presumably, seeing nobody reached under Stacy’s skirt to cup her ass cheek while he kissed her. The camera angle didn’t show her face but she didn’t seem to mind. However, she didn’t encourage him either and soon stepped out of his reach to load the fridge. Nelson could just make out her telling him to go have a shower if he wanted any fun later and Nelson knew he was going to get his own show in no time at all. Sure enough, moments later, the cams in the master bedroom came on and Nelson could see his dad stripping in the bed room, leaving his clothes in heaps on the floor. His family wasn’t exactly prudish, but it had even been a while since he had seen his dad naked. At 43, Sam only had a small belly and greying temples on a 6’0”, 180 pound frame. Nelson looked on with mixed envy and hope at his dad’s cock, which even soft, showed indications that it would be larger than Nelson’s meager 5 inches. Not being terribly interested in his dad, beyond hoping his cock would grow to match his dad’s, he went back to watching the upskirt video while he waited for Stacy to arrive. Sam finished his quick shower, and then dried off just as Stacy came in to their bathroom. She told him to put on something sexy on the TV and get some wine and she would get ready for him and be out shortly. With that, Nelson decided to turn off Pornhub and he split the screen between the cam in the en-suite, the fire detector and the USB cam by the bed. He could see his dad walk back in with a bottle of red wine and two very full glasses. He then watched as he put on a porn movie! Nelson had suspected that they watched porn together but was delighted to have proof. He zoomed in on the screen and noted that it looked like some German swingers movie. He then saw motion in the bathroom screen and almost came. Stacy had undressed just out of sight of the camera and he could now see her in all her beauty. Her shoulder length red hair frustratingly covered her tits. Nelson was well aware that they were 34Cs from playing with her dirty lingerie in the past and looked forward to getting a look at them. Stacy then lifted the lid on the toilet and sat, letting her firecrotch fill the screen of what Nelson mentally dubbed his toilet cam. He immediately put that cam on full screen and zoomed in as he rubbed his cock rapidly with his other hand. Stacy’s cunt lips protruded significantly and she shaved her lower lips, but left a bright red bush above. Nelson was looking forward to seeing a stream of golden champagne flood the image, but instead saw a hand enter the field of view as Stacy began to rub her clit a bit and moan. Only then did she begin to pee, with a dribble at first. The flow soon increased to a torrent and Stacy continued to rub her clit as she peed, and Nelson came hard. At least this time he was ready for it and had a tissue in place to catch jet after jet of his cum as he watched his step mom’s sexy slit, spread wide just for his viewing pleasure. For the second time today. Well, second time ever. Nelson saw that Stacy got up without wiping and in moments she had left the field of view. Nelson hurriedly tried to wipe the cum from his cock as he closed that window and open the two in the bedroom. He also plugged in his headphones and turned up the volume just in time to hear Stacy ask to be licked clean. Even though he was still a teen, Nelson was surprised that having just cum, his cock immediately sprang back to life at the thought of his dad licking Stacy’s piss soaked pussy. Sam grinned hugely and waited for Stacy to lay back on the bed and spread her legs. He leaned down as Nelson adjusted the camera by zooming it in and aiming it. The angle wasn’t perfect, but Sam’s tongue could be clearly seen reaching out and licking up the last clinging drops of piss from Stacy’s wet cunt. Nelson backed out the camera far enough to see her face and it had such a contented smile on it that he realized that this must be a frequent ritual. Sam’s voice was clearly audible asking if she had saved him any and she said yes, but that he would have to wait for it. She tugged on his ear to get him to move up next to her. Lets watch the movie – at least for a while ok dear she said. Sam got up and passed her a glass of wine and happily pressed play on the remote before lying on the bed next to her. As Stacy sipped her wine and watched the opening credits, she casually reached over and began to lightly stoke Sam’s already hard cock. It was every bit as big as Nelson had suspected. At least 7 inches, and fat. The movie began with three couples sitting around a dinner table when a maid walked in with drinks. All she was wearing was a tiny apron, and her tits were swinging back and forth as she distributed drinks. Sam made a comment about Stacy’s tits and cupped one of them and she smiled and leaned over and kissed him. Nelson guessed it must have been complimentary, whatever it was. The camera angle shifted to under the table, and looked up each woman’s skirt. Nelson couldn’t help but notice that the casting agent had gone for diversity. One redhead, even hairier than Stacy, one brunette, trimmed just like Stacy, and a blond, totally bald. When the camera shifted back above the table, the maid was sitting on the table, in front of a male guest, her legs straddling him, and his face buried in the blond curls of her pussy. She was obligingly holding her pussy lips wide open and the camera zoomed in on his tongue alternatively probing her clearly wet slit and her puckered asshole. Nelson added more lube to his palm and began to stroke his own cock again as he watched. In fact he barely noticed as Stacy chugged her wine and then moved to suck on Sam’s cock as he watched the pretty maid get her cunt licked. It seemed everybody involved was moaning. The maid, Stacy, Sam, and now Nelson too. Stacy stopped sucking long enough to ask “want to cum hard and fast, or want to make this last loverboy?” “Lets try to last through a whole movie this time ok baby?” Stacy didn’t answer but went back to sucking Sam’s cock as he reached to slip a finger up her cunt. On screen the camera the camera zoomed back in on the maids cunt. When the fellow moved his mouth back from her asshole to her cunt she rewarded him with a squirt of pee. Based on his eager licking, this is exactly what he was hoping for. Stacy stopped sucking Sam’s cock long enough to compliment him on his movie selection. Nelson had no idea how kinky his dad and Stacy were. He knew they fucked almost every night because he listened to them, but this exceeded his wildest imagination. Sam guzzled his wine and then filled up both glasses, suggesting Stacy take a break for sucking to drink more. “Good idea baby, I only peed enough to get my cunt wet before and need to top up” “OK, so lets pace ourselves, by alternating. You suck my cock for the rest of this scene, then I’ll lick your cunt next scene and so on” Stacy’s only response was to lean back down and take Sam’s cock in her mouth as he moaned and reminded her he wanted to last. Nelson couldn’t believe his good luck at watching all of this and wondered if he could cum twice more or if he should slow down too. Back on screen, the maid had moved to the girl next to her first lover and now was getting a tongue bath from the girl. However, this girl seemed far more interested in her asshole than her cunt. Sam suggested that this was enough of a scene change that they should trade places so Stacy rolled back onto her ass and spread her legs wide so Sam could lick her too. Stacy suggested “I wish you would take your inspiration from the movie and lick my asshole too”. Sam’s response was obvious to Nelson as he watched his dad tongue this gorgeous woman’s asshole on his laptop. As much as he wanted to last he didn’t think he would be able to. On the tv the scene shifted back under the table again, with two girls on their knees sucking the cocks of two of the guys. They were taking them deep and gagging a bit. Stacy asked Sam if she tasted ok and he responded “you know I love it when you are a dirty girl, but draw the line at shit. You taste sweaty and that in very nice”. Back onscreen the maid came explosively, squirting all over the girls face that was licking her asshole. The girl then said something in German that brought a guy up to slip his cock up her well lubed ass. “baby, I’m not sure who’s turn it is, but I sure would love to watch this while you suck my cock”. Stacy laughed loudly and said “of course” and traded positions yet again. Nelson figured out that the guy on screen must have been one of the ones that was getting his cock sucked because he unloaded his cum in the maid’s ass almost right away and the girl leaned in to lick it all out. “Sure you don’t want to cum for me baby?” “Not just yet” how about I fuck your ass for a bit?” Nelson knew he couldn’t hold it if they actually did that and watched eagerly. On screen, the girls had cleared the table and were all lying on their backs, with their legs in the air. The guys were lined up, taking a few strokes in each ass before moving down the line. Three cocks and four assholes made for lovely variety. Stacey got up on her hands and knees and the overhead view sucked so Nelson shifted to the USB cam on the night table and it was a perfect view of his dad’s 7 inch erection slipping straight into Stacy’s asshole, with almost no resistance. He added another squirt of lube in his palm and barely picked up the speed of his stroking when he began to cum again. From this angle Nelson couldn’t see the TV anymore but it didn’t seem to matter as Sam began to alternate stokes between Stacy’s asshole and cunt. Sam said “baby, I’m getting really close, want to finish up in 69?” “only if you can cum and drink at the same time, I’m getting desperate!” Sam rolled onto his back and Stacy rolled on top of him, settling her clearly wet cunt onto his eagerly waiting mouth before moving to take his erection back into her own mouth. From this angle Nelson could only see Stacy’s cunt as Sam reached up with both hands to spread it wide and watch as she began to pee. He was obviously practiced at this because he was able to swallow with his mouth open and not miss a drop even though he was clearly cumming himself. “Wow baby, that was amazing” said Sam, “Want to watch the rest oft the movie or call it a night?” Nelson wasn’t sure which answer he wanted as he didn’t want to miss anything, but didn’t think he could cum again any time soon. Stacy solved the situation for him by saying she was bushed and wanted to sleep, so Sam turned off the TV and they got into bed and turned out the lights leaving Nelson looking at a dark screen. He put his system back into motion record mode and went to sleep himself, not being able to recall such an excellent day ever in his life.
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The Amazon Box – Chapter 1 Nelson couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to come up with his idea as he hurried home from school. His box from Amazon was supposed to arrive today, and he didn’t want anyone, especially one of his sisters to find it before he got it safely out of sight. Nelson was a pretty normal looking senior, with short blond hair and a skinny adolescent build that had caused its fair share of friendly teasing over the years. Fortunately, he had a ready smile and was a genuinely nice guy so the teasing was always good natured and friendly. He thought of some of that teasing as he rode his number 62 Royal Oaks bus towards home, but only until he caught sight of the pretty blond with the short skirt sit down on a sideways facing seat. He took that as his cue to find a seat across from her in the hopes of peeking up her skirt. He wondered what kind of teasing he would be subject to if his friends new the lengths he would go to, to get a peak at a pretty girl – any pretty girl. The thoughts of how what to do with his package, and of his friends, were put to one side as the girl wriggled out of her backpack. The entire time Nelson willed the girl’s legs to spread, but unfortunately she was far to modest and kept her knees locked together. Nelson was amused at how fast his heart was beating in hopes of seeing her panties, or maybe, if the fates were smiling, her naked pussy, if she had chosen not to wear panties. With only 2 stops to go, the girl leaned over to get something from her backpack that she had put on the floor beside her, and to Nelson’s delight, as she did the bus hit a pothole and the girl slightly lost her balance, and twisted as she was, she had to shift her legs to regain it. What this meant, was that for a brief moment, certainly less than 2 seconds, the girl’s left leg was outstretched a bit forward, but mostly to the side, giving Nelson a great view of her crotch. The view was so excellent that the crotch of her bikini panties was stretched wide, and failed to cover the entirety of her cunt. Not only could Nelson see that she trimmed her pubes, but that one entire lip had slipped out and could be seen. Not quite as good as a bare pussy sighting, but those were few and far between! The day, already promising to be a good one, had rewarded him with this treat, and an iron hard cock that Nelson was grateful he could cover with his own backpack. As the bus pulled to a stop, half a block from his house, Nelson got up and smiled at the pretty girl, who looked at his knowing smile curiously, obviously utterly unaware that she had just given Nelson quite a treat. In fact, Nelson was so caught up on the memory that he almost forgot to try to peek down her top, and only remembered in time to note that her bra matched her panties . . . Nelson walked quickly, covering the half block in record time, even knowing he should have at least half an hour before his step-sisters typically got home. Sure enough, the stereotypical Amazon box was visible from the walkway as Nelson neared his house. There it was, leaning against the front door and Nelson’s heart began to race again at the potential it offered. The fact that it was still sitting there was clear evidence that he was the first one home and even though he hadn’t been worried, he was very relieved. He unlocked the door, grabbed the box and went in, pausing only to kick off his shoes as he made a beeline for his room, with his treasured box in hand. Not only did he marvel at the potential, but for a fleeting moment, he also suffered pangs of buyer’s remorse, knowing that this box represented most of the money he had saved from his summer job lifeguarding. After dropping his backpack on his desk and putting his precious box on his bed, he returned to his bedroom door and carefully closed and locked it before returning to his box with a penknife from his desk in hand, to carefully slit the tape holding the box shut. Moments later, with the box now open he began to pull out the contents. On top was a CD in an envelope with the software installation instructions on it that he would need. Under it were the 2-dozen spy cameras that he had been researching for the last few weeks. His favorites were the 4 cameras mounted in fully operational smoke detectors. He liked these not only because they were his only hi-res 1080 cameras, but also because they could be both steered and zoomed, anywhere in a 180 degree arc. Under that were 4 USB charging adapters for wall plug ins that housed single point of focus 720P cameras. Beside them were a full 8 plug in deodorant spy cameras, also with 720P resolution. Nelson had selected these because, as plugins, they would never need battery replacement and could broadcast 24/7 with no problems. Next, he pulled out the clock radio and tissue box cameras. The clock radio was good because it was also a plug in, but the tissue box would need battery replacement. Finally, he looked at the 6 micro-cameras that he would have to find places to install. As he put the last of the bubble wrap back in the box and looked at his pile of cameras he heard his sister, the 19 year old college freshman burst into the house the way she so often did. He listened to her as he frantically pushed the Amazon box out of sight and gathered up all his cameras and put them in his closet. As was so typical, she ignored Nelson’s very existence and he could hear her walk up the stairs to the short hall that contained his room, hers, and their older sister’s room, as well as the bathroom that they had to share. After a brief pause in her room, presumably to drop her bags or whatever she had been carrying, he heard her walk into the bathroom on the other side of his bedroom wall and close the door. Then moments later he heard her sigh of relief as he listened to her pee. He couldn’t count the times that he had tried to imagine the sight of her sitting on the toilet. In fact, it was this very act that had provided Nelson with his inspiration to buy the spy cameras. Try as he might, he simply had not been able to devise a plan to cut a hole in the wall that wouldn’t have been immediately visible, on one side, the other or both. As he listened to the stream of piss hit the water in the toilet bowl he unzipped his pants quietly, and pulled out his already rock hard 5 inch cock, visualizing her cunt, this time, looking just like the one he had glimpsed on the bus. He slowly stroked as he closed his eyes in imagination. He almost came, but wanted to savor the moment so slowed down his hand to near motionlessness as he listened and thought that this time tomorrow, if all went well he wouldn’t have to imagine any more, but could watch! After his sister left the bathroom Nelson went in with one of the air freshener cameras and plugged it into the wall socket immediately in front of the toilet. He noted the indicator light come on briefly and then go out as the heater element began to warm the fragrant ‘sea grass’ scent in the small liquid tank. He would have to remember to stock up on those so that there would be a continued excuse to have them about the house. He then went back to his room and got out his laptop and the software installation CD that had come in the box. It turned out to be a simple installation, but a complex program as it offered innumerable settings for the Wi-Fi signals, power saving settings, visual and audio settings and so on. In fact, it took Nelson almost an hour of cussing and muttering under his breath to get the camera in the bathroom up and running. However, it immediately became obvious that his efforts would be well rewarded. The standard height of the plug in put it pointing at exactly where his sisters’ pussies would be. As he sat on his bed, staring at the image of the toilet he got his cock out and began to stroke it again, and almost as if on cue his sister walked in to the scene. The precum instantly began to ooze from his cock head as for the first time since they were all little he got to see his sister’s cunt. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, and she nonchalantly undid her pants and lowered them and her panties instantly bring a very hairy crotch into sight. Unfortunately, she didn’t push the pants below her knees so they totally blocked the sight of her hairy twat as she once again peed, but this time Nelson at least had actually seen her cunt, and now knew that she neither shaved nor waxed. His orgasm came so quickly that he almost shot his load all over his computer keyboard, and he barely had time to aim it onto his own t-shirt clad chest. This perfectly coincided with his second view of her crotch as she again stood and pulled first her panties and then her pants up. She hadn’t wiped! He made a mental note of the pair of panties to go looking for them later as he was hoping for at least some residual smell if not taste. He was lost in a post-orgasmic daze as she walked out of the bathroom, banged once on his door and called out “I’m off to Susan’s – back by supper”. Only then did he frantically search for the record settings, only to note that he had missed them and he had no way of replaying that amazing sight. Only the certain knowledge that there was much more to ‘cum’ kept him in good spirits. He then set things up to record any time there was motion, even though that would mean he would have to sift through endless hours of useless video. As he waited for the front door to slam, he pulled off his t-shirt, making sure to keep the sticky mess of his cum from getting on anything else. He then tossed his shirt in his laundry hamper and grabbed a different one before deciding which smoke detector to install first. Ultimately he wanted both of his sister’s room totally visible as well as his dad and step-mom’s. Watching his dad fuck his hot step mom was almost as high a priority as watching every moment of his sister’s naked bodies as he could. As the first cam would already potentially catch both his sisters he decided to take advantage of an empty house to swap out the smoke detector in the master bedroom. It turned out to be far easier than he had thought it might be. After figuring out how to put the foot stool in his dad’s bedroom on his bed so he could reach the smoke detector, all it took was a few turns of a Phillips screw driver to pop remove it from the ceiling. The little wire connector was just as universal as the instructions claimed and slid out of the little plug and back into the new one. Replacing the screws in the old holes was even easier than taking them out had been. In fact, the biggest hassle was putting the bed back the way it had been so that there was no evidence that he had even been in the room. Once safely back in his own room he got his laptop out again and finished the set up for this second camera. He spent almost an hour fiddling around with zooming it in and out and steering it to look at different parts of the bed, or the floor in front of the fireplace or the stool by the vanity as he pictured his dad fucking his step mom like in all the porn he had watched of MILF’s getting fucked. Even though Mandy (his step mom) dressed very sexily, she didn’t actually ever tease Nelson and he had never seen her naked, and had had to work very hard to even look up her skirt the 3 times he had successfully seen her panties. He was very much looking forward to having his own bird’s eye view of their action. He barely had time to go back in to the master bedroom’s en-suite to add another air freshener and then he swapped out the USB charger on the night stand beside the bed, carefully aiming it so that he would have a nice view. As he was fiddling with the settings he heard his ‘mom’ and dad get home, shortly followed by his sister. Mom started supper right away and Amy (his step sister) dominated the conversation with talk of how nice it would be to have Mandy (his other step sister) home from college for Thanksgiving. Of course, Nelson had trouble concentrating on the conversation as he was looking forward to locking himself away in his room and watching the house. After supper, dad went out to rake the lawn and mom went grocery shopping to make sure that the house was fully stocked for Mandy’s return. Amy went back to her friend Susan’s and that gave Nelson just enough time to install the other 3 smoke detectors. One in each of his sisters’ rooms and one in the living room. As well he distributed the USB plugs in his sisters’ rooms as well as one in the living room. The Tissue box also ended up in the living room even though he wasn’t sure why. He then went back to his room and set up his laptop to display any camera that had detected motion.
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Chapter 3 When Nelson woke up his first thought was to check his recordings. It looked as if his dad and Stacy will still sound asleep, but Amy’s room was a different story. She was sleeping now, but had left him a lovely recording. When she got back from her friend’s place the night before she undressed entirely and then gone into the bathroom naked. She had sat on the toilet and this time, with no jeans in the way he had a great view of her hairy cunt. His morning wood gave an appreciative twitch. Instead of pissing like he expected, Amy began to rub her cunt, starting with her clit, but very quickly graduating to 3 fingers deep inside her. It was only when she came that she began to pee, and Nelson very quickly came himself. He got up and showered and got dressed quickly. He had had an idea for a few more camera locations and wanted to put them in before anyone got in. He found a way to hide a camera in 2 different floor vents for his own upskirt viewing and he also moved the tissue box into the bathroom he shared with his sisters so he could see the whole bathroom. As much as he wanted to stay home and watch his cams, his buddy had invited to go come over and hang out, and he did kind of enjoy the games his friend had. Plus, his friend’s sister would often wonder about the house in just a sheer robe on Saturday mornings. Once he had seen her tits twice and her cunt once and he wasn’t sure it hand’t been intentional. He got to his friend’s place and was disappointed to find that Sarah was still in bed, but soon they were playing a new first person shooter and having fun so Nelson almost forgot what he was really there for. However, after an hour Sarah showed up and asked his friend where their parents were. Of course, they were both at work so she had to make her own coffee. It wasn’t long before her coffee was made and she brought a mug into the living room to watch the guy’s play. Her robe was still tied, but barely, and it was gaping pretty widely in the front. Nelson’s buddy warned him not to stare because he didn’t want to scare her off and so Nelson just glanced up instead. When they died the next time Sarah actually commented that she liked Saturday mornings because they were so relaxing and she could just be herself. As she said that she plopped down across from Nelson, but practically in touching range. As she did her robe truly did fall totally open. She had to have noticed, but all she said was “I can relax and be myself”. Even though she was 2 years older than Nelson and his friend, she was tiny. Barely 32A tits and a totally bald cunt. The third time that she caught Nelson looking she asked him “Do you like the view?” He stammered and said “very much” and Rob (his friend) asked her if she was sure that she wanted to sit like that. “You know” she said, “I want to be clear that I don’t want to fuck, but I love it when you guys look at me” “Well that works well” said Nelson, “because we really like looking at you!” “Want to watch me masturbate?” she asked They both dumbly nodded and so she said she would, but only if they would stroke their own cocks as she did. She stood up and let her robe drop and then sat back down, her legs as wide as she could spread them. “If you are both attentive, and cum on my tits I might let you touch me next week.“ Then she said, “I want one of you to stand so that I could take you in my mouth if I wanted. Don’t get your hopes up, not going to happen, and the other as if he is about to fuck me – again, not going to happen.” They did as she asked and she began to rub her tits a bit as she looked at their cocks. Then she asked “is this as good as porn?” Almost as the same time they both answered “Better!” She smiled and warned them that she was ready to cum and wanted their cum on her tiny titties as she did. Both boys picked up their stroking pace and were soon blowing all over her tits. She looked like she was going to touch Rob’s cock but ended up scooping up some of each of their cum and licking it. “Yes, next week you can suck my tits as I cum but now I’m going for a shower” After she left Nelson asked Rob if that really happened and Rob said “oh yeah” Rob then added that she had been getting bolder and bolder recently in ‘accidentally’ leaving her room door open when she changed, or the bathroom open when she changed or showered. It had all happened when they literally bumped into each other as they were both spying on their parents fucking late one night in the living room. Nelson asked if it wasn’t too weird watching his parents fuck and he said is was the biggest turn on he had ever experienced. Then Rob asked Nelson if he had ever seen his parents fuck. He desperately wanted to tell him all about last night but ended up just he had listened a lot. When Nelson looked at the clock he realized that he needed to get home to do chores. It was the day that Mandy was coming home, and she was bringing some friends, so the house had to be spotless. Plus he didn’t want to miss anything. His only detour was to walk home through the park as there were two girls he would often see sitting on blankets on the grass, and reading. He could never see what the point of that was, but he did know that they always wore skirts, and seemed to like it when he would ‘accidentally’ see their panties. One always wore boring white granny panties, but the other one always had something sexy on. The only exception today, was that for the first time, they were on the same blanket, and as he walked to pass nearby he noticed them smiling and pointing, and then whispering. As he got close they both stared straight into his face and let their legs fall open. One pair of granny panties, and one pair of lacy light pink panties clearly covering a bald pussy stared up at him. He didn’t know what to do so just kept walking. As he passed he heard “hope to see you again next weekend”.
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Chapter 3 When Nelson woke up his first thought was to check his recordings. It looked as if his dad and Stacy will still sound asleep, but Amy’s room was a different story. She was sleeping now, but had left him a lovely recording. When she got back from her friend’s place the night before she undressed entirely and then gone into the bathroom naked. She had sat on the toilet and this time, with no jeans in the way he had a great view of her hairy cunt. His morning wood gave an appreciative twitch. Instead of pissing like he expected, Amy began to rub her cunt, starting with her clit, but very quickly graduating to 3 fingers deep inside her. It was only when she came that she began to pee, and Nelson very quickly came himself. He got up and showered and got dressed quickly. He had had an idea for a few more camera locations and wanted to put them in before anyone got in. He found a way to hide a camera in 2 different floor vents for his own upskirt viewing and he also moved the tissue box into the bathroom he shared with his sisters so he could see the whole bathroom. As much as he wanted to stay home and watch his cams, his buddy had invited to go come over and hang out, and he did kind of enjoy the games his friend had. Plus, his friend’s sister would often wonder about the house in just a sheer robe on Saturday mornings. Once he had seen her tits twice and her cunt once and he wasn’t sure it hand’t been intentional. He got to his friend’s place and was disappointed to find that Sarah was still in bed, but soon they were playing a new first person shooter and having fun so Nelson almost forgot what he was really there for. However, after an hour Sarah showed up and asked his friend where their parents were. Of course, they were both at work so she had to make her own coffee. It wasn’t long before her coffee was made and she brought a mug into the living room to watch the guy’s play. Her robe was still tied, but barely, and it was gaping pretty widely in the front. Nelson’s buddy warned him not to stare because he didn’t want to scare her off and so Nelson just glanced up instead. When they died the next time Sarah actually commented that she liked Saturday mornings because they were so relaxing and she could just be herself. As she said that she plopped down across from Nelson, but practically in touching range. As she did her robe truly did fall totally open. She had to have noticed, but all she said was “I can relax and be myself”. Even though she was 2 years older than Nelson and his friend, she was tiny. Barely 32A tits and a totally bald cunt. The third time that she caught Nelson looking she asked him “Do you like the view?” He stammered and said “very much” and Rob (his friend) asked her if she was sure that she wanted to sit like that. “You know” she said, “I want to be clear that I don’t want to fuck, but I love it when you guys look at me” “Well that works well” said Nelson, “because we really like looking at you!” “Want to watch me masturbate?” she asked They both dumbly nodded and so she said she would, but only if they would stroke their own cocks as she did. She stood up and let her robe drop and then sat back down, her legs as wide as she could spread them. “If you are both attentive, and cum on my tits I might let you touch me next week.“ Then she said, “I want one of you to stand so that I could take you in my mouth if I wanted. Don’t get your hopes up, not going to happen, and the other as if he is about to fuck me – again, not going to happen.” They did as she asked and she began to rub her tits a bit as she looked at their cocks. Then she asked “is this as good as porn?” Almost as the same time they both answered “Better!” She smiled and warned them that she was ready to cum and wanted their cum on her tiny titties as she did. Both boys picked up their stroking pace and were soon blowing all over her tits. She looked like she was going to touch Rob’s cock but ended up scooping up some of each of their cum and licking it. “Yes, next week you can suck my tits as I cum but now I’m going for a shower” After she left Nelson asked Rob if that really happened and Rob said “oh yeah” Rob then added that she had been getting bolder and bolder recently in ‘accidentally’ leaving her room door open when she changed, or the bathroom open when she changed or showered. It had all happened when they literally bumped into each other as they were both spying on their parents fucking late one night in the living room. Nelson asked if it wasn’t too weird watching his parents fuck and he said is was the biggest turn on he had ever experienced. Then Rob asked Nelson if he had ever seen his parents fuck. He desperately wanted to tell him all about last night but ended up just he had listened a lot. When Nelson looked at the clock he realized that he needed to get home to do chores. It was the day that Mandy was coming home, and she was bringing some friends, so the house had to be spotless. Plus he didn’t want to miss anything. His only detour was to walk home through the park as there were two girls he would often see sitting on blankets on the grass, and reading. He could never see what the point of that was, but he did know that they always wore skirts, and seemed to like it when he would ‘accidentally’ see their panties. One always wore boring white granny panties, but the other one always had something sexy on. The only exception today, was that for the first time, they were on the same blanket, and as he walked to pass nearby he noticed them smiling and pointing, and then whispering. As he got close they both stared straight into his face and let their legs fall open. One pair of granny panties, and one pair of lacy light pink panties clearly covering a bald pussy stared up at him. He didn’t know what to do so just kept walking. As he passed he heard “hope to see you again next weekend”.
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Large firm hand groped her bare ass cheek and squeezed. Miar stood in front of a large double door, solid wood and intricately carved, waiting for her 'pat-down' to finish. She glanced down at the bald, masculine man crouched on her right, now feeling her inner thigh, then to her skimpy outfit. A red push-up bra, that emphasize the perkiness of her modest breasts, and tiny red thong, just big enough to cover her pussy. Well-toned physique from regular exercising and alluring curves of her slender waist and round butt never fail to draw attention and her current clothing, or lack thereof, screamed 'groped me'. Still, an urge to break his nose boiled in her chest and Miar took a long deep breath to suppress it. The man stood and stepped to her left, his thick fingers traced the small of her back. Miar looked down overly decorated hallway so she did not have to see his smug face. The gaudy mansion belonged to Alejandro Viera. A crime lord whose wealth came from underground prostitution rings and drugs. The bald door guard cupped her petite mound and kneaded softly before sliding down her flat belly. He groped her other ass cheek and his thick finger pushed against her anus. Miar yelped and spun on him, causing her medium length black hair to flare out. She glared as he slowly stood. Her brown gaze met his dark eyes and he held it for a second before shrugging. He was a good foot taller than her and built like a bull but Miar would beat him to a sloppy mess if she was not working. The man pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter. Miar sauntered into a large, heavily furnished room. Air conditioning chilled the otherwise hot and dry summer night. Too cold for her who was nothing short of naked and her light tan skin prickled. Large portrait of a round-faced, brown skin old man with dark eyes and bushy mustache, in golden frame, hung on the far wall. Massive chandelier hung in the center of the room over a canopy bed, draped with silk of different colors. The old man from the portrait eyed her from within the plush bed and wagged a finger for her to go to him. Miar forced a practiced smile, one with eagerness mixed with a hint of shyness. She sauntered toward him, adding a little more sway to her hips. Miar spread her arms and spun, slow and deliberate, as she scanned the room for any potential weapon. Her brown gaze found a fruit knife on a gaudy looking table. She looked back at the old man and a surge of revulsion twisted in her gut. His fat belly rose and fell with heavy breath as his beady eyes oozed with lust. One of his chubby hands rested on his stomach while the other…moved back and forth under his bath robe. Miar nearly gave in to the sudden urge to take the knife and killed right away but held back. She had no chance of killing him unless she was real close to him. On top of him close. Miar knew from her research that this man, Alejandro Viera, hid high velocity machine guns around the room. They were linked to hostility sensor implanted in his forehead. The guns could fire on command or automated, by detecting his heartrate and brainwave. On top getting passed one hundred of fully armed men and countless cameras, these guns deterred anyone from even think about taking his live. "Take them off," he demanded, one hand still moving in his robe. "S-sure," Miar replied with feint uncertainty. She unclasped the bra and let it slipped off her arms and dropped to the floor. Revulsion boiled in her stomach when Alejandro licked his lips as his eyes drooled at her pert breasts. Chilled air brushed across her light tan skin made her nipples stiffen visibly. A low rumbling chuckle from the old man caused redness to burst on her cheeks. "Turn around and make sure to bend real low when you take that little thing off." Miar flushed even more at the request but obediently turn around and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her thong. She pulled it down slowly as she bent forward, exposing her clean shaven pussy and tight anus. Miar never have to show so much of herself, for all of twenty-three years of her life, before and was surprise to feel tingles between her legs. She was turned on from showing her cunt to a man more than twice her age? "Beautiful. Now, spread them for me, girl. Gotta make sure you have nothing hiding in there," Alejandro said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Miar wanted to scream but she had a job to do. She spent weeks setting everything up and even fucked distasteful men to get this one chance to take his head. Alejandro's death would rattle the crime syndicate in District 6 for a while. Plus, the reward for his head would keep her comfortable for at least six months. Miar gingerly pressed her fingers against her pink, lush labia, now glistening with moisture, and gave Alejandro a good look inside her tight pussy. Pounding of her heart echoed in her ears as heat burned on her face. Thought of severing his cock before his head came to her but she pushed it aside. The big picture was more important. Chopping off his penis would only delay her job, giving the machine guns time to find and shoot her. Alejandro snapped his finger to draw her attention and gestured for her to get on the bed. Sigh of relieve escaped her lips as she straighten her back and turned around. Miar climbed on the plush mattress and straddled Alejandro. She grabbed the collar of his plush bathing rode and spread them to reveal his hairy chest. Another surge of revulsion struck her but fought it down before anything showed on her expression. Miar combed her dainty fingers through the curls and forced a giggle. Her big, brown gaze playfully danced about his dark eyes as she leaned forward. She licked her upper lip before kissing his chest and feint delicious moans. Alejandro undid his robe and let his cock sprang free. Miar eyed the succulent rod and wetness seeped from her pussy. She chastised herself for wanting sex from such a grotesque man and pushed the yearning away. The old man reached for her dainty mounds and squeezed them in his grasps. Chubby fingers pinched and rolled her erected nipples, causing Miar moaned genuinely from the pleasure. She considered getting a good fuck before killing him. As if knowing her thought, Alejandro groped her round ass and pushed her drench cunt against his cock. Miar shuddered. Heat spread through her abdomen as her hips bucked eagerly. The old pushed some more and she moaned when his bulbous head penetrated her. Miar wrapped trembling arms around his neck and lowered into his cock. She gasped as his fat girth stretched her out and nearly cum when his throbbing head pressed against her cervix. "A-Ahhh...Y-you're very b-big, s-sir," Miar moaned and shivered in his hairy chest. Copious juice squished from the side of her stuff pussy when she rocked her hips up his length. Pleasure erupted when she rammed herself down and her lustful cries echoed the large room. "Is that all you got, girl? They said you're exceptional or is my cock just too much for you?" Alejandro said as he watched her shuddering on his chest. Still reeling from the climax, Miar pushed up with shaky arms and slowly rode her stretch out cunt up and down the lengthy cock. She could not believe how quickly she came. The sensations overwhelmed her and the carve for more fogged her mind. Intense pleasure swelled in her abdomen each time she thrusted her hips down. The job faded from her mind. Cocks were all she wanted. In her mouth. In her hands and even up her virgin ass. "Yes…work those hips some more. I didn't pay you to cum, girl," Alejandro said as he reached for her ass. One of his fingers rubbed against her tight anus before forcing its way in. Miar yelped and jerked as the sensation took her by surprise. "Why did you stop? Keep going!" "Y-yes, sir." Miar gasped when his finger slid deeper into her unexplored depth. The pleasure was new and one she actually enjoyed. The thought of a fat cock impaling her virgin anus sent quivering thrill up her spine. Miar rolled her hips into his throbbing penis and thick finger and the sensation nearly sent reeling with another climax. Her breath caught when Alejandro added another finger and began to slid them in and out. Double penetration was definitely the next thing she would try. Miar worked her quivering hips harder. Her overflowing pussy squished on his fat cock every time she hilted him. Alejandro pulled her in for a deep kiss with his free hand. His drooling tongue slithered to the back of her throat and, instead of recoiling with revulsion, Miar sucked greedily. She pumped her hips hard as Alejandro's fingers danced and squirmed in her clenched ass. Wet slaps of their flesh filled the room, accented by her carnal moans of pleasure. Pudgy fingers seized her bouncing breast before pinching her hard nipple. Miar gasped as he pulled and rolled her aching nub. Tingling pleasure made her skin prickle with goosebumps. She had never been so eager. The fingers slid down to her clit before circling and squeezing her overly sensitive bud like a child brutalizing a new toy. The flood of pleasure, tainted with pain, sent her reeling with overwhelming orgasm. Hot fluid gushed from her stuffed pussy as euphoria washed over her. Alejandro groped her sweat-soaked ass with both hands and forced her buckling hips slid up and down his length. Helplessly drowned in the throe of her climax, Miar could only whimper and moan under his demand. He rammed her hips down harder and harder, each time swelling more and more in her tight confines. Miar erupted with another orgasm when Alejandro slammed her into his forceful thrust and exploded inside her. Warmth spread in her belly as squirt after squirt of his hot cum filled her. Pliable wall of her womb expanded to accommodate his copious load and the fullness made her sigh with content as she laid on Alejandro's hairy chest. Disturbing thought of her becoming pregnant with Alejandro's child made her smile. Miar would rather die than carry his baby. Good thing she, or rather her kind, was infertile. Her gaze landed on the fruit knife and her thought focused. The fun was over, time to finish her job. Miar stretched one hand out as she focused on the image of the knife in her mind and imagined it flying into her hand. "Thank you for everything, sir," Miar said as she waited but the knife only shook slightly on the gaudy table. "I don't think that's going to work, Miss Hora," Alejandro whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened as she jolted up. A prick on her thigh followed by gush of air pressure rang like fire alarm in her mind. Numbness spread through her body in seconds. Miar collapsed on the bed next to Alejandro when he pushed her off of him. Darkness crept around the edge of her vision as the old man leaned over to look at her. "H-how?" she croaked before her consciousness faded.
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Chapter I: The Assignment / The Audition "Today's the day. Are you sure you're ready?" Tom didn't look at her when he spoke. He was trying to appear casual. Jeanette thought that he certainly looked inconspicuous enough. He was a skinny man in his mid-forties, with a ring of curly black hair around the sides of his bald head. He wore thick horn-rimmed glasses and an ill-fitting tweed suit. She thought he looked rather more like a librarian or an accountant than a secret agent. She smiled, but followed his lead, not looking directly at him. "Of course I'm ready." They were sitting on a bench in a public park on a chilly morning in late October. Nobody would have suspected that they had intended to meet each other there, because the two appeared such unlikely companions. While he was older, anemic and shabby, Jeanette was young, voluptuous and beautiful. She wore a tight-fitting red dress the hugged the curves of her body, and dipped low on the chest to accentuate her impressive cleavage. Her feet were adorned with a matching pair of red high-heeled shoes. The colour of the clothing was only improved by the matching red of her long hair, which blew carelessly in the morning breeze. Tom reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He placed it nonchalantly on the bench between them. "The Agency has set up a job interview for you at this address in exactly one hour. You are to applying for a position as a maid. We were made to understand that there is no prior housekeeping experience required, and on the back of that sheet we have provided you with a new history." She picked up the piece of paper without looking at it, and stuffed it into her bra. "Memorize that history before you got to the appointment, and then destroy it." Tom continued as he pretended to watch a pigeon pecking at the ground. "It shouldn't be too hard to remember. Most of it is consistent with your true identity. You'll maintain your name, address, family, etcetera… But you no longer have any connection with the Agency." Jeanette knew, of course, that she would not be able to allow the target to know about her affiliation with the Agency. That was the main part of being a spy. Ever since she was a child, she had dreamed of being a secret agent. It was her only true career goal. By the time she was twenty-years-old, she was already training with the Agency in uncover operations and counterintelligence. Now twenty-two, she was still not technically an agent. She was supposed to have two more years of training before being able to participate in even minimal active field duty. However, the Agency required a young woman for a special operation, and since there were no official agents that fit the bill, they had reached down to the trainees and selected her. Jeanette was elated at the opportunity. Tom promised her that if the operation was a success, she would immediately be made a full agent. She would finally be a spy, and still much sooner than she had anticipated. "Whose maid am I supposed to be?" She asked. "The target is a man named Thorwald. He has his hands in a bit of everything. A very powerful and dangerous man. Our intelligence tells us that he only employs pretty young girls, and he's recently fired his maid for stealing. If you get the job, you'll be working in his house. It is our hope that you will be able to overhear certain information about his business, his associates and any plans he might be making." He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Don't do anything brazen. Don't go rifling through his files. Don't do anything that might get you caught. All we want you to do is look and listen. If he discovers who you're working for, we can't help you…" A heavy silence fell between them. He cleared his throat and asked again, "Are you sure you're ready?" "Yes." She affirmed without a moment's hesitation. Tom got to his feet and lit a cigarette. "Good luck, Jeanette." He strolled away casually through the park. A huge smile appeared on Jeanette's lips. She practically skipped away, excited at finally being a spy on a top-secret mission, just like she'd always dreamed of. Her life's goal was within her grasp, all she had to do now was grab onto it. *** An hour later, Jeanette had memorized the directions and her new history. She walked purposefully through the city with daydreams of success floating in her mind. When she turned off of the busy street and down a narrow alleyway, the deafening sounds of the city seemed to recede into silence in an instant. All she could hear was the clicking of her heels on the pavement. Surely she had taken a wrong turn. She was walking past overflowing dumpsters and vandalized brick walls. She was just about to turn back when she saw the door. It was unassuming enough, with peeling burgundy paint and a rusty handle, but there were no other doors in sight. Timidly she stepped up and knocked loudly three times. Minutes seemed to pass, but it might have only been seconds, before she decided that her first instinct was correct and that this was the wrong place. She turned to leave. Before she could walk away, the door lurched open with a loud metallic screech. A little old woman with a long, crooked nose was glaring out at her from the shadows within. The woman was silent, so Jeanette spoke first. "Hi, my name is Jeanette. I was told that I should come here about a job…" It was said with the lack of confidence of one who was still expecting to be told that she had the wrong address. But the old woman just nodded and beckoned her inside with the curl of one ancient finger. The room was so dark that it took a moment for Jeanette's eyes to adjust from the light of the midday sun. As the shapes slowly formed around her, she found herself in a small yet lavishly decorated room lit by a single candelabra on a stand against the far wall. The candlelight danced over walls lined with paintings and cases loaded with thick, leather-bound books. In the centre of the room was a huge wooden table with two chairs on either end. The old woman sat down on the far side, and motioned for Jeanette to join her in the opposite seat. Jeanette sat, and then woman cleared her throat. Her voice was deep and strained. "My name is Esmeralda. I oversee all the hiring for Mr. Thorwald. That is what you're here for, yes?" "Yes," Jeanette responded with a friendly smile. "I was told there was need of a maid." The old woman Esmeralda seemed confounded by this. "A maid?" She spat. "You've been misinformed, young lady." "Oh…" Jeanette didn't know what to say to that, but before she could think of a reply, Esmeralda continued. "I am looking for girls to work in entertainment." This time it was Jeanette's turn to look confused. "Entertainment?" "Yes…" She went on. "Mr. Thorwald is the proprietor of a house of pleasure. It is my job to keep the house running, by supplying fresh young women to entertain the gentlemen. This is a high-class establishment, mind you; we don't just accept any little tart with a pretty face and pair of perky titties. I am a woman of taste, and therefore it falls to me to select only girls with class as well as skill." Jeanette just stared at her, blinking. When she finally found her tongue, all she could say was, "You mean a… brothel?" Esmeralda scrunched up her old face and gave Jeanette a withering look, as though she could not believe how stupid this girl who just stumbled into her office was. "Yes, a brothel." "I… I thought there was job for a maid," Jeanette stammered. "Somebody to clean Mr. Thorwald's home." "The job is in Mr. Thorwald's home, as it happens." Esmeralda explained impatiently. "Mr. Thorwald keeps his apartments within the house of pleasure. However, I'm not looking for a girl to clean his kitchen. I'm looking for a girl to clean his cock." The old woman started to laugh. It was an ugly laugh that sounded like a witch and made Jeanette's skin crawl. The laughter deteriorated into a coughing fit that lasted almost a minute. When that passed, Esmeralda looked at her seriously. "Well? Are you interested or are you wasting my time by sitting there with your eyes wide and your mouth shut?" Jeanette sat there, thinking carefully. The Agency must have made a mistake and given Tom some bad information. She would have to return to him and explain the mix-up. Yet, there was something in the back of her mind that gave her pause. This job would still put her inside Thorwald's house, which was the plan. Furthermore, if what the old woman said was true, it seemed as though she might actually get more personal contact with Thorwald himself this way. Although, the type of contact was not quite what she was expecting. She looked down at her body. Her red dress clinging tight to her form. She examined the shape of her curves, her breasts, and her long legs. There was no denying that she was beautiful woman. She knew this. She had seen the way men have looked at her since her body first developed. She'd seen their hungry eyes. So, she knew right away that she had the looks for this job, but the idea of becoming a prostitute made her stomach turn. What finally convinced her was a single image that suddenly sprung to her mind. She was standing in a hall filled with her fellow agents. They were honouring her for going above and beyond the call of duty to collect vital information leading to the arrest of notorious criminal. Not only would she be the youngest spy working for the Agency, she would be a female agent, which was a rarity unto itself. Before her courage had a chance to leave her, Jeanette decided aloud. "I want the job." A smile bloomed on the old woman's pale lips. "Good. You'll find the pay is more then satisfactory, and you will have ample opportunity to earn extra by performing special services. But first comes your audition." "My audition?" Her mouth went dry and her hands were trembling. As soon as she had agreed to continue, she had started to lose her nerve. "Yes," Esmeralda snarled. "You don't think we just give the job to anyone who wanders in off the street. Climb up onto the table, young lady." Jeanette swallowed hard, stood up and stepped up onto her chair, then onto the table. She noticed for the first time how high the ceiling was. It stretched up past the glow of the candles and simply faded away into darkness, as though the room just kept rising without end. She looked down at the old woman, who looked tiny with her neck turned up to look at her. "Spin for me." Jeanette turned around slowly, giving the old woman a view of her from every angle. She was concerned that her nervousness, in combination with her high heels, would cause her to trip and fall from this high table. "Now take off your clothes." The words horrified her. She had come here expecting to interview for the job of a maid. She had not been prepared to take off any clothing so that some old lady could scrutinize her naked body. This made her shiver. But things had gone too far to turn back now. She had decided to follow through with the plan, and if she was going to be a spy, she had to be able to play the part. That meant she couldn't be shy about her body. She stretched her arm to grab the zipper on the back of the dress. She pulled it down slowly, and when it opened up, she shrugged her shoulders gracefully out of the sleeves. With her hands on either end of the dress, she tugged it down over her body. Esmeralda's eyes followed unblinkingly as her black bra and panties appeared beneath the dress. When it got to her legs, her dress fell limply around her feet. Esmeralda nodded approvingly. "Keep going." Jeanette unhooked her bra and removed it from her chest. Her heavy breasts spilled out with a little bounce. They were large, with big pink nipples. It must have been colder in the room than she realized, because her nipples were poking out straight and hard. Without pausing, she slid off her panties and kicked them away. There was a little red bush above the cleft of her pussy lips. She would have trimmed in the morning, if she had only known anybody would be looking at it. The old woman stood up, her eyes crawling all over Jeanette's curvy body. Her skin was soft, smooth and unblemished. It was pale with small clusters of little freckles on her chest and arms. Her limbs were long and shapely. Esmeralda walked leisurely around the table, making a circle about Jeanette. She felt the woman's eyes on her ass, which was plump but firm. "Lie down on the table." The voice of the woman came from behind. Jeanette sat down and then laid her body out of the table with her face up. Her breasts flattened against her body, rising and falling with each breath. She found herself looking up into the blackness of that never-ending ceiling, when Esmeralda began hovering over her. Now the old woman was looking down at her. Cold, wrinkled hands began gliding over Jeanette's skin. She closed her eyes, hoping that this would make the examination bearable. It didn't. Then the woman's mouth closed around her nipple, and a dry tongue extended to lick it. The mouth was gone as fast as it came, and she felt the hands moving up and down her legs. They rubbed the soles of her feet and between her toes. They massaged the inside of her thighs. Finally, Jeanette gasped as two slender fingers slid down between her pussy lips and spread. She forced herself the open her eyes and look across her body to where Esmeralda was leaning between her legs. The woman massaged the lips and the clitoris, before inserting the fingers into Jeanette's vagina. The old woman leaned forward and placed her lips on Jeanette's clit, and started flicking it with her tongue as the fingers slid in and out. Jeanette let out a soft whimper. It was a startling realization, one that filled her with horror, that Esmeralda was actually very skilled. An incredible feeling of pleasure drifted up from her loins, warming her body, giving her goose bumps. She closed her eyes and resolved to ignore the touching until it passed, but she could not resist it. She began to moan as the fingers found her g-spot and the nimble tongue danced on her clit. Jeanette arched her back, suddenly forgetting where she was or what was happening. Her hands reached up to hold her own breasts and gently pinch the nipples. The moans gave way to screams. She could feel the creamy wetness between her thighs where the mouth and hand were doing things like she had never felt before. The orgasm came on like a storm, making her whole body grow suddenly stiff. Her face contorted. It might have been minutes before her head finally stopped spinning and Jeanette was able to sit up. She hadn't even felt Esmeralda removed her hand, but the old woman was once again seated in her chair with pleased look on her face. Jeanette was breathing heavily and covered with sweat. "Might be you'll do." The woman allowed wanly. Chapter II: The Education / The Second Audition Esmeralda had gone over the finer details of the position while Jeanette redressed herself. Before pushing the younger woman unceremoniously back through the door, Esmeralda handed her a card with another address on it and told her that she would be expected there in one week at a specific time for the second stage of her audition. The moment that door slammed shut, Jeanette was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. As the week progressed, she found her mind in constant conflict about her decision. She wanted to call the Agency and speak with Tom. She wanted to let him know the details of the position and ask him whether he still wanted her to go through with the assignment. Half a dozen times she had started dialing the secret phone number that would direct her to his office. But each time, she hung up before it started to ring. First of all, she had been explicitly instructed during training that it was dangerous to both her and her supervisor to attempt any kind of contact before the time was right. It had been emphasized that she was to wait until they made contact with her, not the other way around. Secondly, she was not sure what kind of answer she wanted from Tom. If he told her that this was not the plan he had approved and that she should abort immediately, she would be relieved, but it would also mean losing her big opportunity. So she spent days locked in her bedroom, feeling like a nervous wreck. She wondered what kinds of things she might be required to do if she got the job, and she reflected on what had happened during Esmeralda's audition. The latter made her blush every time she thought about it. In all her twenty-two years, Jeanette had only ever had sex with a grand total of two men. Both approached the act conservatively, and it had never yielded her much pleasure. It was possible, she considered, that she had never really had a real orgasm until that disgusting old woman had examined her. Her lack of sexual experience was filling her with more and more self-consciousness and apprehension. It would not be in her favour to approach this operation as an amateur. She would look out of place from the outset, and bring unwanted attention to her motives for seeking employment in a brothel. It occurred to her that if the men she had been with had not particularly satisfied her, she was equally uncertain that she had truly satisfied them. She wondered how one pleased a man. Three days before she was to have the second stage of her audition, Jeanette resolved to go out and do some research. She put on a big raincoat and a wide-brimmed hat, which hid most of her face, and went to a local adult bookstore a few blocks away from her apartment. The place had a dumpy exterior, covered with buzzing, fluorescent, pink tubes of light. The window displays featured all sorts of mannequins wearing revealing underwear or full leather, bondage outfits. But Jeanette's only focus was a little sign on the door that said "Adult Videos". A bell of the door rang as she walked in, and a surly looking man behind the counter looked up at her from the behind the counter. After only a quick, disinterested glance, he returned to perusing a dirty magazine that was sitting in his lap. She walked past the counter and down aisles of sex toys, lubricants, dolls and flavoured condoms. At the back of the shop, she found a little rack with a wide selection of videos organized by genre. She scanned these with her eyes, wondering which ones would be the most educational. She grabbed a few and stacked them under her arm. She didn't hear the young man come up behind her, but she suddenly felt somebody's presence. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him. He appeared to be about eighteen-years-old, not unattractive. Tall with shaggy blonde hair. He was also looking at the videos, and didn't seem to be paying her much notice, so she returned her attention to what she was doing. She selected another video and added it to the pile, but dropped it when she abruptly felt hands grabbing her ass cheeks. The grip was strong as the fingers massaged the meat of her butt. Jeanette quickly struggled to get away, pushing the young man back. She turned to face him, he was smiling at her. Noticing the motion of one arm, her gaze drifted down to see that his penis was poking out of his jeans. It was flaccid, but shockingly long and thick. His hand was stroking it languidly. Filled with panic, Jeanette slapped him hard across the face. This took him aback and forced him to let go of his cock. Quickly, she picked up her stack of videos and elbowed past the young man, running to the front of the store. She zoomed past the counter without paying, but the cashier didn't even look up from his magazine. As she walked off into the night, with her pornography grasped tight against her breast, she looked back and saw the young man was standing in the parking lot watching her go. He had a perplexed look on his face. Jeanette kept walking. The blonde boy must have assumed she had come there looking for action, or that she was a prostitute. That was when it struck her that she was becoming a prostitute. Her gut turned. Once she was safely home, behind a locked door, Jeanette studied the pornography with the attention of a student in a university lecture. She was splayed out on her bed in her underwear, with a notepad in hand and her eyes squinting in concentration. She wanted to understand sex. She wanted to know what men liked. Her only hope was that these videos were leading her in the right direction. She even tried to masturbate to the videos, but found it to be no good. It wasn't very arousing to her. For the next two nights, she would fall asleep with pornography playing on her TV, and a hand stuffed into the front of her panties. Snoring peacefully with a finger resting between her pussy lips, while inside her head, her dreams were filled with fear. *** Thorwald's brothel proved to be an immense mansion on the outskirts of the city. As her cab pulled up in front, Jeanette was awed by the size and elegance of it. She had half expected it to be some rundown shack with loose women calling down to passersby from a balcony where they paraded around half-naked. Yet, this looked to be a classy place from the outside. There was no indication that there might be anything untoward going to within. She paid the cabdriver and entered the premises through a huge iron gate. She was wearing a white blouse, black stockings and a short black skirt. She had cleaned herself thoroughly, trimmed her public hair into a neat strip, meticulously done her make-up, and applied her best smelling perfume. For her first interview, she had not been prepared, but this time she needed to be sexy. She knocked on the door and a stern-faced butler answered. She handed him Esmeralda's card and he ushered her inside, "Right this way, Miss Jeanette. They are expecting you." He led her through a labyrinth a long hallways. White walls with red carpeting. When they reached two heavy wooden doors, the butler threw them open with ease. She followed him into the room. A huge circular space with almost no furnishing. There was only one table on the far side with three people sitting behind it. The one on the left she recognized instantly as Esmeralda. The man in the middle was a chubby, middle-aged man with an uncouth demeanor. He had beady little eyes, unshaved cheeks and greasy, brown hair. To his right was a black man, shaven bald, lean, muscular and shirtless. The three made such an unusual sight, that Jeanette might have laughed if she wasn't so nervous. Esmeralda whispered something to the man in the middle, and then beckoned her, "Come closer, young lady. Let us have a look at you." Jeanette stepped right up the edge of the table and stood there, looking at them with her hands clasped tightly together. All three of them were studying her and her body. The man in the middle looked her in the eyes and spoke with a gruff voice. "You want to work here?" "Yes." She replied shyly. "Why?" His tone was harsh and businesslike. "I need the money." She had expected this question to arise and had rehearsed the explanation. "I've built up a bad debt. I've been spending without thinking for a long time and its finally catching up with me. I need to fix my life and this is the only job I can do that will help me do that." His expression didn't give any hint to what he might think of that. "Is that all?" She opened her mouth to speak but no words came to mind. She didn't know what he wanted her to say. Her heart was racing. "No…" She began, trying to find something to say. Then an answer came to her. It appeared so unexpectedly, it poured out so easily, that it almost sounded as if it were true. "I want to do it… I like it." The man nodded approvingly and looked at Esmeralda. He snorted something like a laugh, "Yes. This old bat has told me all about how much you enjoyed your audition." That made Jeanette blush. The man didn't seem to like that, "Are you shy?" "No." She responded right away, trying to will the colour out of her cheeks. "We'll see about that," he said. "My name is Thorwald. This is my house. If you get the job, this is where you will work. Your job will be to provide pleasure to my associates. They have no more need for shy girls than I do. I want hard workers who aren't afraid to get… dirty." He craned his neck to look past her, addressing the butler, "Lock that door and get the fuck out of here." "Yes, sir," replied the butler cordially, as he did as he was bid. Thorwald pointed to the bare-chested man sitting next to him, "This is David, he's my assistant. He's going to be auditioning you today." David said "Hello." Then stood up. The first thing she noticed was that David was extremely tall. He towered over her by more than a foot. The second thing she noticed was that David had been totally naked beneath the table. His black cock was massive. It made Jeanette's mouth drop open and her eyes bulge. Thorwald seemed to find that amusing, as he let out another snort of laughter. David stepped around the table and grabbed her by the shoulders, kissing her hard. She was taken aback, but held her mouth his and returned the kiss. His huge manhood was pressing against her stomach as he held her body. His fingers nimbly worked to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. He threw it open and tossed it aside. His strong arms wrenched her skirt down, then her panties. He tore her bra off her. He undressed her methodically and almost thoughtlessly. In seconds she was a naked as he was. His big hands fondled her all over. Grabbing her ass, her breasts, and her legs. Then the hand fell on her head, and pushed her down to her knees. She knew what he wanted her to do, but wasn't sure she was able to do it. Not because she was afraid to perform the act, but because she wasn't sure she could physically fit something that big into her mouth. She opened her lips as wide as she could and wrapped them around the head of David's cock. She started sucking, and trying to work more of the shaft into her mouth. She got stuck about halfway and couldn't go any further. So she wrapped one hand around the base of the dick and stroked him while she sucked what she could fit. She felt his hands on the back of her head as he started to thrust into her face. He was fucking her mouth. His big cock started entering her throat, making her eyes water. When he pulled it out, she start coughing. Spit was running down her chin. They both went to the ground. He was on top and she was beneath him. He crammed that monster dick into her tight pussy, making her howl. He was strong, and he fucked her with all his strength behind him. She looked up at the table where Thorwald and Esmeralda were watching them with bemused smiles on their faces. The initial pain of the stretching subsided, and she started to give in to the pleasure. She began moaning and caressing his back with her hands. Her wetness was increasing, making his thrusts smoother as he went. It culminated with her having a full screaming orgasm on the floor. The whole world disappeared for a moment. She didn't so much as notice when David finally pulled that big cock out and sprayed her belly with a thick wad of cum. Her audience of two applauded lightly, like spectators at a sporting event. David helped her to her feet. He shook her hand as if they had just finished a business meeting. Then he returned to his seat. Thorwald considered her for a moment and then turned to Esmeralda. "You found a really good one." She smiled at him wickedly. He looked back at Jeanette, "You start Monday." Chapter III: The Rules / The First Customer / The Job On her first day of work, Thorwald's butler showed her to her room. It was about the size of a small motel room. There was just enough space for a big bed, covered with pillows, a dresser and a few bookshelves. A tiny bathroom with a shower branched off beside the bed. He gave her an absurdly brief tour of the room and then told her to sit down so he could explain her duties. "From the time you arrive in the morning, to the time you leave at night, you are not to exit this room. Meals will be brought to you." He had a droning, disinterested voice. "Furthermore, once you enter this room, you are to put your clothing in the dresser. You are to be completely naked at all times. Mr. Thorwald's guests are not required to make appointments, so they may be brought here at any time. Some days you might have no guests. Some days you might have many guests. If there is nothing to do, you may make use of these books." He pointed to shelves. These arrangements seemed very unusual to Jeanette. How could it be that she was expected to just sit naked in a tiny room all day waiting for somebody to show up and fuck her? There was another thing concerning her, "Will I see any of the other girls?" "No," he replied simply. "Discretion is one of our top priorities. Many of the young ladies working here are doing so in secret. They have regular lives, as I'm sure you do, and it is not our desire to allow anybody to be recognized by a gossipy co-worker. You each arrive promptly at different times, and you each remain secluded in your separate rooms for the entire duration of your workday. Is everything clear?" "Crystal clear." She said it with a small smile. Beneath that smile she was angry. If she was trapped inside this room all day, it seemed that there was no way for her to spy on Thorwald. The whole mission was exploding in her face. She had to find some excuse to be allowed in Thorwald's company. She sat there chewing her lip and thinking about that for a moment, forgetting that the butler was still there. He cleared his throat. He was looking at her impatiently. "You're officially on the clock." At first she didn't know what he meant, but then she looked down and saw her clothes. Filled with frustration and embarrassment, Jeanette stood up and quickly undressed herself. The butler stood there and watched as she did so. His eyes lingered on her breasts, and she felt him staring at her ass as she took her pile of clothes and hid them in the dresser. When she was finished, she sat down on the bed, nude. The butler nodded his approval and left the room. *** Hours passed and Jeanette remained alone in her room. She lay down on her back, finding the bed surprisingly comfortable, and managed to have a short nap. When she awoke, she was no longer alone. There was a short man standing at the edge of the bed, watching her breasts rise and fall as she slept. She jolted up. "I'm sorry. I must have dozed off." The man smiled, showing a mouthful of big, crooked teeth. "I don't mind." He was wearing a dress shirt, pants and suspenders. The suspenders he lifted off and the shirt he started to unbutton. Jeanette surmised that this was to be her first costumer. "Let me do that." She said, crawling across the bed and grabbing hold of his shirt. She unbuttoned it slowly and pulled it over his shoulders. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. He had an ordinary face. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the way he looked, except that he was a little shorter than most men. She held his head to hers and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "My name is Jeanette." "That's a… pretty name…" He said in an unfriendly voice. "Thank you," she tried to make it sound seductive, but she wasn't sure it was working. When she slid the man's pants down, his flaccid cock flopped out. She took him in her hand and stroked him gently, while looking up into his eyes for approval. His eyes didn't give anything back, but his cock was stiffening rapidly. “So… What's your name…?" She asked feebly. He looked down at her. "Shut up." He snapped. She recoiled, not understanding why he seemed so hostile. The man climbed up on the bed and crawled forward, grabbed her knees and splaying her legs. Her pussy lips opened for him. He jumped on top of her and guided his cock inside. She let out a moan of surprise as his now rigid dick slammed into her. He propped her legs up on his shoulders and thrust into her again and again. The man bent forward to suck on her nipples as her breasts flopped back and forth. She felt the warmth of pleasure spreading in her loins and heard the wet sounds coming from where she was being penetrated. She started to moan, but before her orgasm had a chance to build, she felt a rush of hot, warm liquid filling her insides. It took him less than two minutes to climax. He leisurely removed himself and got off the bed. Jeanette remained where she was, with her legs open and then man's semen dripping out of her. "Was it good?" She asked weakly, honestly wondering what the man thought. He was pulling on his clothes as he turned to look at her. "This is your first day, right?" "Yes." "Well, let me tell you something in case you didn't realize it." He was fully dressed again, as he walked back to the foot of the bed and looked down at her. "Nobody is going to come here to be your friend. The last thing I want is small talk. I came here to fuck a beautiful girl, and that's all you are, a beautiful girl for men to fuck." He smiled at that. "As to how it was, I've had better." With that, her first costumer walked out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. He was her only visitor on that first day. *** There was more business throughout the rest of the week. Jeanette had taken her first costumer's words to heart. As long as she was in the room with the bed, she pledged that her only goal would be to satisfy her costumers. She was there to be beautiful and to fuck. And as time went on, she became much better at fulfilling this role. She became more confident, more bold and more sexual. She soon discovered that some men didn't want ordinary sex from her. Some men had very specific desires. There was an Asian man with a long beard who visited her twice on her first week. He did not remove his suit; he would simply sit cross-legged on the edge of her bed and massage her back. He did this for hours at a time. She was not sure if he spoke English, because he would never once say a word. A different man had her lay back on the bed while he knelt between her legs and licked her pussy. He masturbated furiously while he did so. She would close her eyes and only know he was finished when his mouth disappeared and she felt his cum sprinkling on her body. An older Spanish gentleman arrived with his wife. He sat down on the edge of the bed while his wife took off her clothes and began fondling Jeanette's body. She embraced the dark-skinned woman, kissing her hard and slipping fingers into her. They sucked on each other's breasts and licked each other's pussies. After this had been going on for a while, she looked up and saw that the woman's husband had decided to join in. Jeanette shared the man's cock with his wife, their mouths with outstretched tongues sliding back on forth on either side of his shaft. Then the man fucked Jeanette as his wife sat on her face. When he finally came inside of her, the wife put her mouth on Jeanette's pussy and sucked all the cum right out of her. Then they kissed, and spit the semen back and forth while he watched. Her strangest costumer was a huge, mean-looking man who came in with a brief case. When he opened it, she saw he had brought a frilly dress. Jeanette thought at first that he had wanted her to put it on, but was shocked when the man dressed himself in the outfit. He had also brought a blonde wig and a strap-on dildo. More often then not, however, men would just come in and have her suck their cocks, or have her spread her legs and take them. She seemed to be gaining popularity, as each day it seemed like there were more people coming to fuck her than the last. Some would only last a couple of minutes, and some would fuck her relentlessly for hours. In only a matter of days she had lost count of how many men had had her. She recalled uneasily that so recently the number had only been two. Not only was she getting good at the job, she had to admit to herself that sometimes she enjoyed it. Many times, the men were able to bring her to a real orgasm. None of them particularly cared whether she had an orgasm, but that was beside the point. She had begun to take a peculiar sort of pride in her sexual abilities. She no longer felt that nervous feeling when a visitor arrived in her room. There was even a little excitement; although that was something she would never admit to herself. Friday and her weekend off came quickly. At the end of the day, Thorwald's butler escorted her to the front door and bid her goodnight. As he did so, he spanked her ass and winked. She smiled softly at him and said goodnight. As she was walking to her waiting cab. An unsettling feeling came over her. Jeanette had become so involved with assimilating to the life of a prostitute, that she was almost forgetting why she was really here. There had been days when she hadn't even contemplated Thorwald. She was too concentrated on whoever happened to be in the room with her. To top it off, there still seemed to be no way that she could get close enough to her target to collect any valuable information. She hadn't seen Thorwald once since her audition with David. As she sat down in the back of the cab, she knew with dismay that her mission was failing. If she wasn't getting any information for the Agency, then what made what she was doing any different from actually becoming a prostitute? She didn't want to consider that. Chapter IV: The Party One day the following week, she was informed by Thorwald's butler that there was an opportunity to earn extra pay by making an appearance that night at a private party. After interrogating him further, he told her that the party would be attended by Thorwald and a few of his close friends. Jeanette agreed immediately. She was elated. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. At long last, Jeanette would be in the same room as Thorwald and be able to listen in on his conversations without arousing suspicion. She thought about this long and hard throughout the day, as she entertained her clientele. When her regular shift was done, the butler returned for her. She had put all her clothes back on. When he saw this, he looked perturbed. "You will not need those. You're still working. Take them off." She undressed herself again, putting her clothing back in the dresser. It hadn't even occurred to her what type of party this was going to be. For some reason she had imagined that she was only going to be there as a guest. Yet, clearly this was only going to be an extension of her regular duties. The butler guided her through the halls, into a part of the building she had never been in before. She padded after him barefoot, her breasts bouncing with each step. He walked so quickly; she had to practically jog to keep up with his pace. They came to a staircase and she followed him up to the second floor. Here they entered a lavish room with a small party already in full swing. There were about a dozen men there, all dressed in expensive suits. The guests stood around in small groups, laughing and bantering loudly. They were picking at plates of hors d'oeuvres and gulping down glasses of wine. Servants in tuxedos were rushing around, refilling glasses and making sure everybody was having a good time. She spotted Thorwald right away with David and two other men huddled around him in the corner. The butler cleared his throat and motioned his arm to her, "Gentlemen, your entertainment for the evening." As she stepped forward, naked and gorgeous, the men began to applaud wildly. She turned to the butler, "What am I supposed to do?" He rolled his eyes, "What are you being paid for?" He nudged her forward and she walked in amongst the men. As soon as she got in arm's reach of them, they started pawing at her. They groped her breasts and smacked her ass. One man gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek while another slid his hand up between her legs and squeezed. They were all roaring drunk, she concluded, and they were swarming around her like sharks to fresh meat. One of them took off his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. "Suck on this, baby." He urged her, as he rubbed his cock against her leg. She knelt before the man and did just that. They crowded around her to watch and shout bawdy remarks about the size of her tits and redness of pubic hair. She had barely been sucking the one man for a minute when a second cock pressed against her cheek. She moved her mouth between them and soon found that she was surrounded by hard cocks. At least six of the men had already removed their pants and encircled her, waiting for their turn. She spun herself in circles, tasting each man while she filled her hands with two others. She looked up at their faces and saw with disappointment that Thorwald was not among them. Two of them reached under her legs and lifted her up into the air. She let out a little yelp as she suddenly found herself being carried across the room. The men tossed her carelessly onto a couch, and as soon as she landed, a third man jumped on top of her. He slid himself into her pussy and began pumping away, while one of his friends stood up on the couch and popped himself into her mouth. As she surveyed the room, she saw that most of the men were completely undressed. The floor was strewn with expensive suits and underwear. Her hopes of listening to important conversations were fading. Nobody was speaking except to comment on how sweet her pussy was. If these men were players in a criminal conspiracy, they hadn't come to talk shop. They'd come to have a good time, and she was providing it. They kept swapping. Every time she looked, there was a different man fucking her pussy or stuffing her mouth. She saw all different shapes, sizes and colours disappearing inside of her. Whenever her mouth was free for a moment, she released a pent-up moan. She could feel the moistness gathering in her pussy. "Turn the slut over," one of them shouted. "I want to put it in her asshole." She cringed. In all the time she had been working here, nobody had requested that of her. She had never had anal sex and did not particularly want to. She had been dreading it, but knew it was inevitable. So, as they lifted her up and turned her onto her back, she clenched her teeth together and braced for it. The man's hands groped her butt cheeks and spread, he pressed his finger against the puckering hole and forced it in slowly. It hurt, but not bad. As her anal muscles relaxed, he inserted deeper and deeper. Once he was in up to the knuckle, he starting to slide it in and out. She was getting used to the feeling. It felt kind of good. But the finger popped out, and was replaced by the fat head of a thick dick. This made her groan loudly. She felt it filling her very slowly, and her ass gradually relented, just as it had to the finger. Then the strokes and thrusts came. Her fingernails dug into the sofa cushions. There was still some pain and resistance when he pushed in, but there was also relief and pleasure when he pushed out. After the action in her ass was underway, another man jumped in to use her mouth. It was difficult to suck when she was experiencing these new sensations, but she did her best. They turned her over a second him, and while one man remained in her ass, another climbed on top and took her pussy. She could almost feel them rubbing together inside of her. It was a very unusual feeling. They were becoming impatient and they all wanted a go at once. Before long, in addition to the two men fucking her lower openings, she had two men who were both trying to force their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Her jaw stretched as wide as she could to accommodate, but they were two big to fit at once. Her hands became occupied by another two men who had seen they were free and wrapped her fingers around their own hard members. With all of this going on at once, Jeanette seemed unable to move her body at all. It was as if she had just become an object and they were all using a part of her body as they pleased to satisfy their needs. She felt an explosion of semen filling her ass. But as soon as that man pulled out, another was in his place. They continued moving around, trading places, sampling her different parts. Sometimes she felt mouths and hands on her breasts, legs, ears, neck. "Bring her here!" One of them called. They all climbed off of her at once. She had to stop and catch her breath. She was dizzy and the room looked like a blur. They took her by her arms and carried her to another couch, where a very fat and hairy man was sitting. He was short and round with a big smile. He grabbed her by the chin, "Are you having a good time, beautiful?" "Yes," she replied breathlessly. He laughed out loud. "You look just like a girl I had a crush on in high school. An irresistible redhead with a gorgeous body. She thought she was too good for me. Are you to good for me?" "No," she said softly. He laughed again. "Then get on the floor and kiss my feet." She did it without argument. She got down on the floor, lifted his fat foot and laid her mouth on his hairy toes. She kissed each one, then started to suck them. They were sweaty and the tasted foul. The fat man reclined with his hands behind his head, gazing down at her with a smug expression. All around her were laughing naked men. She stuck her tongue between his toes, and kissed the soles of his feet. "That's enough," he allowed. She was relieved to stop, until he said, "Now lick my ass, honey." He stuck his hands in the pits of his legs, and stuck them up into the air. His furry stomach folded into rolls of fat and his cock slapped against her belly. His big ass cheeks spread and opened a tiny hole ringed with hair. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and went at it. She licked around his asshole and then plunged right into it. She licked and sucked and kissed at him. There was uproarious laughter and hooting at that. Then somebody grabbed her and took her from behind as she licked the fat man. It went on like this for hours. They would take her in every hole, until they got bored of that and decided they wanted to try some new way to humiliate her. Then they would be ready to fuck her again. At some points she found it repugnant, but at other times she was able to enjoy it. All told, she had four powerful orgasms before the party had started to break up. Men commenced searching through clothing to find their own. They dressed and some of them left for home. Many of them were likely going back to their wives or girlfriends. They didn't feel guilty about using her. They didn't even see her as a person. Jeanette collapsed on the couch. Her body was sticky from sweat, saliva and cum. Her hair had been caked in it. There was a dull, throbbing pain in her groin and ass. She felt like she could fall asleep right there. The only two men who had not made use of her were Thorwald and David. They had apparently remained fully dressed well all of this was going on. As his guests were leaving, Thorwald was speaking to David about something in hushed tones. After a moment, the fat man whose big ass she had licked, came over and joined in their conversation. Jeanette pretended to be unconscious, but strained to hear them. "Have a good time, Larry?" Thorwald asked casually. "Not bad. The girl was cute." The fat man changed the subject. "When does the shipment come in?" "Tomorrow night at the pier." Thorwald responded. He went on at length about a shipment pickup that was going to be made. She heard them say drugs and guns, but maybe more. She made mental notes, memorizing every word that they spoke. They didn't seem concerned about being overheard, because they spoke bluntly about criminal conspiracy and smuggling. When they finally walked out of the room, Jeanette had already heard everything she needed. The butler shook her by the shoulder. "Wake up. Get a shower, get dressed and go home. You're filthy." When she opened her eyes she was smiling from ear to ear. She had finally managed to get some useful information about Thorwald's activities. The butler took her grin to be about the party, "Enjoyed yourself, huh?" Chapter V: The Report She knew she had to speak with Tom immediately. Once the cab had dropped her off in the city, she found the nearest pay phone and dialed the phone number for his office, which she had memorized. He had gone home for the night, but once Jeanette confirmed her identity with Tom's secretary, the woman gave her Tom's home address. It wasn't far, so she decided to walk. This was a decision she quickly regretted when it started to rain. It began as small droplets, but evolved into a downpour by the time she found his street. Jeanette trusted Tom. He had a fatherly, authoritative quality to him. When she had been plucked from training and given to him as supervisor, he had been kind and understanding. The two had developed a professional friendship and a mutual respect. She was excited to see him again. It felt like she would be returning to her old life. It was a life that she had left so recently, but seemed like it happened long ago and to somebody else. She counted the numbers on the buildings until she came to the one residential home on the street. It was a fairly small, modest building, squeezed between two larger concrete structures. She hurried up his front steps. She had lifted her coat over her head like a tent, but the rain had soaked through the fabric and was running down into her hair. She rang the doorbell and waited. After a moment, the door opened. Warm light spilled out into the night and Tom was standing there wearing a bathrobe and slippers. "Who's there?" he called out. She stepped into the light. He looked at once concerned and confused, "Jeanette?" "I had to come. I have information." He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her inside quickly. Then he poked his head out to make sure nobody was watching. Once the door was closed and locked, he showed her into his living room and took her wet coat. She sat down on a recliner and he sat down on a couch across from her. His home was filled with stacks of files and documents. Various firearms were on display in a glass case on the wall. He looked stern. "You're not following instructions. You were to wait until we contacted you. You could have put the whole operation in jeopardy." She leaned forward, her soaked clothing made a wet sound as she moved. The white fabric of her blouse clung to her skin. "I had to speak with you. I haven't heard anything from the Agency in so long, I just needed some kind of sign of support." She looked at him, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she continued, "I have information. I was present for a conversation between Thorwald and some of his associates. His assistant, David and a fat man named Larry. I thought it would be important to inform you right away." She started explaining to him everything she had heard the men saying that night. At first he just kept looking at her sternly, but gradually became more and more interested in what he was hearing. At one point, he stopped her so he could grab a pen and paper to make notes. He nodded his head enthusiastically as he jotted down all the details. When she had finished, he looked up from his paper. "This is good stuff. This is damned good stuff. You got this while cleaning his office?" She froze and nearly stopped breathing. The time had come for her to let her superior know what kind of work she was doing, and she had no idea how to start. Jeanette sat there with her mouth open for a few seconds, and then finally said, "The Agency had some bad information about the maid position." He looked baffled, "What are you talking about?" "I went to the appointment as we discussed, but when I got there I was informed that they were not hiring women to work as maids." He furrowed his brow, looking from her to his notes and then back again. "I don't understand. How did you overhear this conversation if you haven't been working for Thorwald?" Jeanette took a deep breath. "I have been working for Thorwald. At my initial job interview they informed me that they were hiring women to work in his personal… brothel. I was not completely sure how to proceed, but I did not want to sabotage the mission, so I agreed to this different position. For the past two weeks, I have been working there in that capacity. Tonight, Thorwald was present while I was… working." She watched his face as she spoke. It went from confusion, to horror, to concern and then grew stern again. A heavy silence fell over the room, and he did not meet her eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought, so she decided not to interrupt him. When he finally looked at her, he spoke very deliberately, "You should have aborted the mission as soon things started to deviate from the plan. We knew that you could pass for a maid, but we had not intended… this." He lapsed back into silence. Jeanette became filled with shame. She should have known better than to have done what she did. She buried her face in her hands, trying to hold back tears. "I've done… things… that I never imagined myself doing. I've made a terrible mistake." She whispered into her palms. "Yes." He agreed, but he laid a finger on his notepad. "Be that as it may, you've managed to collect some good information." A note of conflict was in his voice. "I should pull you off of this now before things get any more out of hand… And yet, we do need eyes and ears on Thorwald." He put a fatherly hand on her shoulder; his voice was filled with compassion. "Do you want to continue with this, Jeanette?" She lifted her head. "Yes. I want to finish what I started. I want to make amends for my mistake." He nodded slowly, mulling this over. "And you are… suited… to your duties there?" "How do you mean?" He looked her over. "Are you able to satisfactorily pass yourself off as a... prostitute? Are you… capable?" Having to answer this question made her blush. She had almost forgotten how to blush over the last couple of weeks, but she was just starting to feel like a secret agent again. "Yes. I am." "Show me." He commanded. Looking at her seriously. Jeanette's mouth dropped open. "…What do you mean?" Tom unfastened his robe and opened it up. He was naked underneath. His body was pale and thin. His small penis was poking up rigidly from a puff of coarse black hair. It was no more than three inches long, but it was hard and pink with a swollen purple head. "It is the only way I can be sure. You have to show me." She looked at him uncertainly. The meeting seemed to have suddenly taken a turn for the inappropriate. Over the course of her mission, Jeanette had done many filthy things. But this seemed different. It didn't seem to have anything to do with maintaining her cover. "Tom… I'm not sure I understand." His eyebrows narrowed and he gave her a cold look. "Jeanette, this operation is big. This is not the kind of thing to be taken lightly. If we had known that you would be posing as a prostitute, we would have tested you to make sure you could adequately play that role. I need to be absolutely certain that you are capable of performing believably. Otherwise you will be putting both yourself and the fate of this mission in grave danger. There is only one way I can be sure…" Her eyes dropped to his throbbing little prick. This didn't feel right to her, but he was her supervisor and it wasn't her place to question his orders. She supposed that, maybe, what he was saying made some kind of sense. She got up from the recliner and crossed the room to kneel between his legs. She placed her hands on his thighs and looked up at him. He put a hand on her head and ran his fingers through her wet hair. "This is strictly business, Jeanette. I have to be certain." He assured her solemnly. She inclined her head forward and parted her lips slightly, letting them descend slowly onto Tom's cock. He was so small that before she knew it, the whole thing was sitting comfortably inside her mouth. Gripping him at the waist, she began to suck, slowly at first and then more quickly. His legs spread and his hand remained on the top of her head, guiding it as she bobbed. The room was silent but for the sound of the rain on the window, and the sucking sounds of her mouth at work. She lifted her head and looked at him. "Is that enough? Does that prove that I'm capable?" He looked down with disappointment. "This is what you've been doing over there?" There was a little bit of anger in his voice. He closed his robe. "I'm going to pull you out of there before you get yourself into any trouble. Nobody is going to believe that you're a prostitute. Go home, Jeanette. I'll call the Agency and let them know that you've messed it up and the mission has to be aborted." "No!" Jeanette cried, frightened that he was about to put an end to her spy career before it had even begun. She grabbed the flaps of his robe and swung them open again. She dove down onto his cock and began to passionately lick and kiss it. Her tongue moved nimbly, making use of all the skill she had acquired. She sucked him hard and fast and fervently. He began to moan and she knew she was doing a good job. This encouraged her. She filled her mouth with his hairy balls while jerking him off between two fingers. Tom grabbed her head and lifted her away from his engorged manhood. He grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open. His hands moved so quickly that he had her bra unhooked before she even realized he had reached behind her. The bra fell off and her big breasts spilled out. He got to his feet. "Stand up!" He insisted. She did. He grabbed her skirt and panties and yanked them both down around her ankles in a single stroke. His little eyes looked her up and down from behind his thick glasses. He was massaging his little dick as he examined her breasts and her pussy. Then told her to turn around so he could see her ass. When she turned away from him, Tom placed his hand on her back and pushed her over harshly. With her skirt and panties still tangled around her ankles, she fell hard and landed on all fours. In an instant, she felt his greedy hands on her waist and his little cock pushing its way into her pussy. She pushed back against him, grinding. He grabbed her by the hair and her head snapped back. She groaned. His thrusts came rough and fast. He was moaning even louder now as he shook her body back and forth, making her breasts swing like pendulums. His cock was so small that it wouldn't have given her much discomfort, if not for the relentless pounding she was receiving from him and fact that her body still ached from the party. There was a loud, wet, repetitious, slapping sound as he ploughed into her. It didn't feel pleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite. But she knew that she must give a good performance or Tom remove her from the job and send her back to training or worse. Tom's breaths were becoming shorter and she sensed that he was close to finishing. This pleased her, as she was anxious to leave. He pulled out swiftly and shouted "Flip over!". She let her body drop to the floor and rolled over onto her back, so she was looking up at him. He was stroking himself furiously and had a wild look in his eyes. He stepped over her and sat his hairy ass cheeks right on her breasts, sticking his cock in her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but as she did so, a thick rope of white semen squirted out and landed across her face and lips. She spat. Then a second rope squirted out. Luckily, Jeanette was able to close her eyes in time, because this one landed right over her lids. She reached up and wiped it away so she could open her eyes. When she did, she saw Tom refastening his robe and looking at her guiltily. He extended his hand to pull her to her feet, and she accepted. Then he left the room. Jeanette pulled up her panties and skirt. Sitting down on the couch she tried to button up her blouse, but saw that it had been too badly ripped when he tore it off of her. She let it hang open as she searched for her bra. When Tom returned, he had a damp face cloth. He sat down next to her on the couch and gingerly wiped his seed off her face. He did it so tenderly; it was hard to believe that he had been roughly fucking her seconds earlier. It seemed as though he were back to normal. It was like watching him transform into a werewolf, and then return to human form. "I'm sorry I had to do that." He said bashfully. "I just had to make sure that you were up to job. You understand?" She wasn't sure that she believed him, but she managed to respond, "Yes. I understand." After he cleaned her up, he bid her goodnight and told her to come back to his home the next week at the same time for another progress report. Jeanette hid her ripped blouse under her coat and walked off into the night. Every other time she had sex with one of those strange men, it had felt like part of the job. But as Jeanette walked home from Tom's house that night, she felt for the first time that she had truly become a whore.
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I guess I'm sort of naive. I laugh with all of my friends at the jokes, but I really don't have much experience...except this one. It started when I discovered a website with some still photos of naked women on it. I’ve never really gone to one of these sites, but since I found that one, I can hardly look at anything else. I’d seen some x movies before, but there is something special in these still photos that I can't resist. To be honest, from the few times the boys at my high school had shown me photos trying to flirt with me, I was expecting older women with huge boobs and lots of makeup. Wow was I surprised. This girl I found that started this passion was about my age. She was very athletic and cute but seemed so relaxed while showing EVERYTHING off. In most of her pictures, she was arching her back to expose her butt to the camera. I took off my shorts and compared myself to her in the mirror. I arched my back to see if I looked as good as she did. Although it was hard to tell from the only angle I could see myself in the mirror, I thought that I had just as nice a figure as she had. For the next few weeks, whenever I was alone, I found myself constantly cruising the net, comparing myself to the cuter, younger girls and trying to look as sexy as they looked. Then one day I had a scary but exciting thought. My dad is seriously into photography and had a really fancy camera. I could take some pictures of myself to see what I looked like from all the angles and no one would know. I grabbed his camera bag and some bright lights and headed up to my room. I put a camera on a tri-pod, set up some lights, and grabbed the remote trigger so that I could operate the camera from the bed. I was most interested in what I looked like from behind because I could never see that angle well enough even using two mirrors. I put a bunch of pillows under my stomach, push my butt up toward the camera, spread my legs as far as I could and pushed the trigger. I wasn't impressed. It wasn't that I didn't look good, it was just that I didn't get very good pictures. But, since you can just delete digital pictures and try again, try again I did. Eventually, I started to get some pretty good shots. The pictures looked especially clear when I downloaded them onto my computer, but something about my pictures was raw - the pictures online were so sexy. I couldn't figure it out at first, but when I put a picture of myself side-by-side with a particularly cute blonde, I saw immediately what I didn't like. The girls online had small shiny bald pussies and mine was hairy...definitely gross. I had to quit for the day (my mom would be home soon) so I put the camera equipment away and cleaned up. The following day, after my parents left, I went into the shower and completely shaved my pussy. The whole area tingled after I was done but it really felt good. Then I got some wax from my mom's bathroom and waxed my arms and legs. It took forever and it hurt a little, but when I was done, my whole body tingled like my pussy. I was getting horny thinking about how I might look now. I quickly set up the cameral equipment, and took up my position on the pillows. I was feeling incredibly sexy as I lightly slid my hand over the smooth skin of my shaved pussy and ass. I began to click some pictures while simultaneously rubbing myself. I spread my legs wider and, with one finger on either side, I separated my pussy lips for the camera just like the girls on the net do. When I did this I felt a little dribble of my juice run down my hand. Then it happened. As I went searching for where the dribble had come from, my whole body shuddered. I slid my middle finger into the moisture and I began rubbing myself. It felt better to move my hips than my finger so, with my middle finger inserted into my pussy, I began moving my butt in circles to increase the friction. The feeling turned into a frenzy as I moved. I slipped a second finger in and tried to fit a third. It felt as if my whole hand would not be enough. I pumped wildly on my hand for some incredibly long time and finally collapsed with my first orgasms. It was the best feeling I had ever had. During my frenzy, I had managed to snap off a couple of more photos and I was a little embarrassed when I saw them on the computer screen. My hand was glistening with my juices and my legs were so far apart that in one photo you could see right into my pussy. I was horny again just looking at them. After a couple of weeks, I began to get the hang of taking the pictures of myself. I was also getting a little bored with it. So, I decided to check out a lingerie shop in a local shopping mall to find some clothes to match some of the sexy stuff I’d seen online. This place was racier than I had ever imagined; I almost walked out immediately but I made the mistake of making eye contact with a salesman and felt committed. Then, I couldn’t figure out what to do. The place was filled with the craziest stuff I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t figure out what half of it was for and was too embarrassed to pick anything up and figure it out. Then a women suddenly popped up next to me clad in a deep vee button up and very tight jeans. She was older but she was easygoing and sensed my fear. She introduced herself as a sales person and jokingly asked me what was my favorite toy. Shyly, I told her I was only looking for something sexy to wear. I lied and told her my boyfriend liked to take pictures of me in sexy outfits. She smiled and took my hand to lead me over to a rack which was loaded with leather and silk goodies. We became quick friends as she made me feel relaxed, but she was a bit aggressive and insisted that I try on the outfits that I liked. She scared me a bit while inspecting me in each one. I could tell she liked my young body. She was constantly adjusting the little straps on me, brushing my hair out of the way, and rubbing the silks and leathers to smooth them out on my body. It felt nice to have so much attention and it didn't feel too threatening so we continued. I finally made a choice and we went to the register. As she was ringing up the order she said, "wouldn't you like one of these toys to play with when your boyfriend isn't around?". She was pointing under the glass at a large selection of dildos. I was too curious to say no, but couldn't decide on which one a girl would choose so I coyly asked her which was her favorite. Without hesitating she reached for one and said "Its expensive but it feels like the real thing...except its big...really big." As she pulled this wicked looking, fat, long, but soft rubber bat out of the cabinet, she looked me right in the eye and gave the top of it a kiss. Smiling she said "I hope you like your new friend". Then, without even asking me, she pulled out an X DVD and said, "and you must watch this to learn how to use your new toy". The bus ride home seemed to take forever. First, I watched the DVD which was an outrageous party of girls playing with the exact same dildo as I had just bought. I couldn't imagine the stuff they were doing with it and how easily it went in. I then set up the camera equipment and put on an outfit I had bought. I laid down on my back with a pillow under my butt and began to play with my new toy. The camera was about three feet away from my crotch and I continued to take pictures while I played. It felt really good to rub the dildo around on my wet lips but every time I tried to push it inside, I could sense that it was simply too big for me. As I got wetter and wetter, I became more frantic to get this big cock inside me so I began to wiggle. I started wiggling hard enough so that my breasts were giggling and my hips were gyrating. I was trying to out-do the girls in the movie but I couldn't even get this thing an inch inside me. In a last ditch effort I dropped the camera trigger and reached further down the shaft for a better grip. As I grabbed the end of the thing I felt the on/off switch for the vibrator and clicked it on. In one slippery tight shudder, at least half of the entire vibrating shaft slipped inside of me. The vibration and the tightness were sending wave after wave of orgasm through my body. At first I just lay there, amazed. Soon though, I grabbed the camera trigger again and I found myself moving my hips to a steady rhythm and shooting away. Even though it was incredibly tight, I was so wet that it slipped easily in and out of me. I pushed up against it harder and harder and withdrew it further with each stroke. The full length of its rippled vibrating shaft was now driving me wild. Exhausted while reviewing the pictures, I clicked off the lights, and fell into a deep sleep. I awoke with knocking at my door. It was my friend Carmine...I had slept for hours. I wasn't really awake and sleepily said, "come in". The only light in the room was from the computer screen with a picture of me impaled by my new foot long friend. And I was too sleepy to remember it was up. She came in to the dark room and accused me of sleeping through our exercise routine. She was working out to become a gymnast and I would often coach her during my workouts in the early evenings. She walked across the room, and as she was reaching for the light, my stupor receded and was replaced with frozen panic. When the light snapped on all she saw was that I was completely speechless and tears were welling in my eyes. At her age, Carmine couldn't possibly understand. Not seeing anything in the room, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at me so sweetly and asked me what was wrong. I was still speechless and after what seemed an eternity, I felt her attention leaving me and scanning the room. She had first seen the camera but I could see that she was looking all around. Even the dildo was sitting out in the open. She looked kind of sideways and spotted the computer image. "Doesn't it look sexy" I stammered. Some weak thought had tried to convince me that I could act as though it were normal for older girls to try this. "Is this you?" she whispered. "Who took this?" she continued while staring steadily at the computer. "I did...do you think it’s sexy?" I had no idea how to get out of this. She began to giggle. "I can't believe you do this" she said as her giggle grew into laughter as she moved over to have a closer look. I began laughing too; it made me feel a little better. I was now fully awake and starting to think desperately of damage control. "Let me take some pictures of you" I sneaked with as much confidence as I could. I thought that maybe I could turn the tables. As I said it, I realized that she might actually be a little sexy. She is younger than me but she isn't one of those stick-like girls. She has this small but strong body and her hips have developed which gives her a tiny, narrow waist and an upturned ass. Although her face is just a little girls, her lips are very pouty and naturally red. Even for her age, her little tits have developed nicely. I could see a torn look of curiosity and fear, then a nervous smile, and then suddenly she said lightly, "Ok, but I can't possibly look as sexy as this one". She pointed to the computer where I lay with the dildo. I couldn't believe my luck, I was going to get clean away with this. We began to pour over some of the other pictures I had found on the net and found one with two girls posing together. "We are cuter than these girls", she said, and then with one quick motion, pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her light brown nipples were so small and hardened and her breasts seemed to stand out; they were larger than I remembered. She rubbed one hand over her boobs and the other across her flat tummy then licked her lips in the sexiest way a girl could. Then she began to giggle uncontrollably. "We have to get photos of this" I said as I jumped up to operate the camera. I knew that if I had photos of her she could never tell on me. Her natural uninhibited attitude was both turning me on and making me angry. She began to try to put on a real show for me. At first she was laughing too much to be sexy but the more she moved around the less she laughed and the sexier her little writhing body looked. Soon, she was slinking around like a snake. After snapping a bunch of photos, I figured I had to fully expose her to be certain she could never tell on me. With a sudden urge to control her and make her feel the fear I had had, I commanded her to get on her hands and knees with her butt to the camera. She looked at me with surprise at the tone in my voice, then obediently and sexlessly got on her hands and knees. She reminded me of a dog looking over its shoulder for attention. Then, as if to defy me, she moved her knees wider apart and arched her back a little and with a giggle said, “like this?”. I flicked the computer to a photo where a girl’s head was hanging half off the side of a bed. She was belly down with her ass up in the air and her legs spread wide. In the same commanding voice, desperate to assert control over her, I told her to keep her butt up in the air and lay her chest and belly down like the girl on the computer. This time she was un-phased by my command. She was trying to outdo the pictures that I had taken of myself and she was clearly competing with me for control of the situation. She began rubbing her hands smoothly all over her back side in complete defiance. Partly in some weird anger I felt, partly in pure curiosity, and partly to gain physical control, I put my hand on the small of her back and crawled over to straddle her. Facing the camera and looking down at her small butt and legs slightly spread, I pulled her waist up in the air with one hand and began to poke at her with the dildo. The touch of our flesh together was both sweat and sick. I was trembling and very uncertain of myself. I was trying to control this little girl and instead went out of control myself. I wanted to lower myself down so my pussy could touch her back, but I was too frightened to do it. She, on the other hand, began moving her hips ever so slowly against the dildo to show me that she wasn't afraid. As her tiny waist wiggled against the inside of my thighs, a tremor shook through my whole body. To gain my composure, I began to press the dildo against her, but there was obviously going to be more trouble getting the dildo into her than I had had getting it into myself. On my DVD I had seen how the girls wet down the dildo with their spit so I tried it out. I sucked it into my mouth, spit on it, and then quickly pushed the wet tip against her tiny pussy. As it slipped around on her pussy, I saw that she had shaved herself, too. At first I was angered because she seemed to be ahead of me at every sexual step. I felt as if somehow this little girl was so much older than I. Then, with both relief and amazement, I realized that her bald pussy was totally natural. I reached under her belly and softly touched above her pussy and felt some fuzzy hair, but I could see the lips were hairless - bare and smooth. Still not entering her, I began alternating the dildo between my saliva filled mouth and her tiny wet pussy. Her little voice began commanding me to push it harder and finally she reached between her own legs and holding my hands pushed it into herself. It stopped with only about 2" inside her. She was to small to take any more. I held her butt firmly up in the air for the camera, turned the vibrators switch onto low, and started clicking photos for proof. The vibration made here pussy lips quiver and she began to wiggle, but it wasn't doing to her what it had done to me. She was moving hard to keep the thing sliding in and out of her, and to prove to me she was a woman, but her movements were mechanical and it didn't really fit. At first I didn’t care, I had my photos. But then I felt challenged to awaken something inside her. I tried letting it go deeper inside her then come almost all the way out, but she just kept up this non-committed up and down motion she’d obviously seen somewhere. I thought she was trying to prove her sexuality that wasn't really there. Finally I was feeling in control again. I was feeling like a teacher. With one hand I held the dildo and with the other I grabbed her butt and tried to get her into a real rhythm. My hands were so slick though that the dildo came popping out onto the bed and made a sound a bit like a cork coming out of a bottle. We both laughed, and she began moving out from underneath me. I think she was relieved that it was over. But being a little bigger and much stronger, I pushed her back on her belly. I had my pictures but I wasn't ready to quit. I snatched up our big friend and decided to try poking at her clit. But, to my disappointment, she reacted with the same sort of mechanical up and down motion. Maybe even less than before. I thought that she might even be bored. Still not ready to give up, I put the whole vibrating shaft up against her slippery crotch, sort of like a fat, wet bicycle seat, and began rocking hard onto her clit then back, then onto her clit again trying to tease her. This began working. As I rocked it back and forth, on and off her clit, her breathing accelerated. But I was confused because she was reacting backward. As I rocked it away from her clit she'd tighten up and when I returned the pressure forward directly onto the clit, expecting her to take off, she just sort of relaxed. On the fifth or sixth time, I decided to try rocking the shaft back and not return it to her clit. As I rocked it off her clit and onto the back of her pussy, she began to tighten up. Her breathing slowed and I was determined not to go back to her clit until she begged me. To tease her, I began rocking it again, but keeping the shaft back on her pussy and not going far enough forward to touch her clit. Her breathing started up again in short, sharp little breaths and she strained to spread her legs wider. I was confused as she seemed to like it so much better when it wasn't touching her clit. This thing had already been as far inside her pussy as it could go and that did nothing. Now she was getting off with it just flat up against her. Something wasn’t right. The whole shaft was getting really messy with all of her juices, so I decided to hold both ends to be able to apply a little more pressure. Still straddled on top of her back and facing her ass, I had been holding the thing on her clit with my right hand which was under her belly and between her legs. So, with my left hand above her ass I grabbed the slimy tip. This pulled the shaft back even further from her clit and began spreading her ass cheeks a little. She became suddenly animated and jerky and kept trying to push at the shaft with a downward then upward rotation of her hips. A thought came over me that was so rude that the blood went to my head and made me dizzy. I wasn't sure whether I was more frightened by her guttural sounds or the thought that it was her asshole, not her clit that was making her wild. I didn't know what to do. I was grossed out and I was angry. I'd seen some of this on the net, but I wasn't prepared. I tested my idea with some more pressure and rocking and found there was no doubt. Every time I pushed the vibrating shaft tighter between her ass cheeks she'd go wild. The further and harder I rocked it back, the more intense she'd get. At this point, her ass cheeks, her pussy and her legs were completely coated with the sweetest, slickest lube, and I thought for a moment that maybe I could exert the ultimate control and push this huge thing inside her butt. I removed my arm from under her belly, gripped both hands at the base of the thing, pointed it right at her ass, and began pushing the fat tip against the hole. She gave a sharp "nooooo", her legs clinched together and her belly and butt dropped flat down. I tried softly but persistently to press against her clinched ass cheeks with the tip of it, but she just squirmed and tightened up more. It was too big, but I felt in control again. I began glancing around for something smaller. Then, the grossest thought I've ever had came to me...something I saw on the DVD in gross amazement...and now I couldn’t help myself. I set the dildo aside and lowered my face to her clenched-up slippery ass cheeks. I drove my mouth and nose up and down her slippery, clenched crack. With each pass I wiggled my tongue in as deep as I could sneak it. As my tongue and nose ceaselessly plied her she began to open up again. First she just relaxed her cheeks, but slowly she began to push her ass back up a little and even spread her legs a little bit. With utter abandon I buried my face in her wet ass and began probing my tongue against her little hole. I pushed and pushed and imagined it was going in. But there was no way, she was simply too tight for my soft tongue. I backed off to look at what was now a pool of pussy juice and saliva. With anger that she might continue to refuse me, I gripped the cheeks of her still slightly clenched ass, pulled them open and began pressing an index finger against her little asshole. It took some pushing, but my finger began to slide into her. The smoothness of her walls and her soft, intermitted moaning left me no choice but to continue pushing. Once the tip was in, my first knuckle slipped in easily behind it, but it stopped as I penetrated her slowly up to my second knuckle. Her tightness was so intense I could feel it squeezing the blood from my finger. As my second knuckle finally passed inside and I pushed my finger all the way in, she began sobbing like a little girl...but then slowly began grinding her hips like a woman. I slid the finger back and forth against her motion and every time the knuckle passed in or out, she’d give a little groan of pain and pleasure. After fingering her for a while, the knuckle began sliding more easily past her tight opening and she was increasing her pace. I had to try a second finger. Even though she let out a yelp, with not much more pressure than with one finger, the second pressed snuggly through her flesh. I realized that she was relaxing to take it in, and I became suddenly re-determined to make her take the dildo. As I pulled my fingers out of her hole she begged me not to stop. I took my time preparing the dildo with my saliva and the slippery mess that was dripping out of her pussy and she began begging me, almost crying, to finger her more. But, when I finally pressed the big fat tip of the wet dildo against her asshole she clamped shut again. She cried that it was too big and began close her legs even more. But at the same time she was closing up, she begged me to finger her more. Instead, I wrapped my left arm under her belly, and gripped the end of the dildo with my right. I was still straddled over her back, but I now sat back on her, pulled my legs out which had been folded under along her sides, and put both my heals over the backs of her legs and inside her knees. Using my heels, I parted her small, struggling legs again and with my left arm pulled her ass up to my mouth. My tongue slipped in a bit this time and although she struggled against what she knew was coming, she was trapped. And she couldn't help relaxing as my soft tongue plied into her little hole. In one strong move, I pulled hard with my ankles to spread her almost into a split and lifted her butt higher with my left arm. My right fist gripped the dildo which was hovering above her. I could see her sphincter muscle twitching as the only defense she had left. I set the tip of it against her with just a light touch, but could feel her struggle with all her little might. Then I began to press. Just a little at first, but then, with a slow rhythm, I began pressing harder and harder. Her little hole began to stretch as she squirmed and cried. I pulled back the dildo, sucked on it to make it wetter, wiped it across her pussy to get the juices from there, but before trying again I leaned my head down for another lick. This time, my tongue slipped in easily and I felt her relax and push up against my face. Then I started a rhythm of bringing the dildo up against her and pressing, then releasing it and burying my tongue into her slightly widening hole. Each time I applied the dildo she'd tighten up and squeal for me to stop. Each time I'd bury my face and tongue her she'd relax and whimper for more. Each time the dildo pushed ever so slightly further against her willpower to keep it out. Finally, I gave her no option. I began pressing the dildo without mercy. She sensed that she could not resist and her tiny sphincter stretch to its max. I was in. I could hear her panting but everything else went silent. She was splayed out with this huge dildo about two inches into her ass and I realized she couldn't move. I relaxed my grip around her waist, pulled back my heals from her knees and began straddling her lightly again. I softly rubbed all over her wet ass cheeks and teased the area of skin stretched around the shaft. Without pushing in any further but keeping constant pressure on it to keep it from slipping out, I began to twist the fat cock slightly. Finally, she let out a little squeak, "...more...". I grabbed the camera trigger and caught my final photo proof. She was lying there so perfectly still with these barely perceptible little jerky breaths that I actually dismounted her and moved carefully around behind her. As I moved around her I twisted the dildo a bit like a drill. With a little pressure on the top I imagined it sinking every so slightly deeper. Even without my holding her, she remained in the same position, but with my new vantage point and the bright lights, I could not believe how it looked and how powerful I felt. She had her little legs wide apart and her butt was so far up that the dildo was pointing straight at the ceiling. With the bright lights from the camera equipment, I could see with such detail her glistening skin stretched around this huge cock in her tiny young ass. The dildo was in so deep now and stretched her so wide that even her little pussy was stretched open. But although her pussy was open, it was shallow and looked almost like puckered up lips with a little tongue just inside. I couldn't resist going in for a kiss. Still holding the dildo gently, I flipped over and slid on my back up between her legs and began chewing gently on her stretched out pussy. I found her clit and this time it gave her some fire. I began pushing and pulling the dildo, but she was too tight for it to slide in or out. Instead, it pushed her tightly wrapped skin in and then released it out as I pulled back. As I sucked on her clit and pushed in on the dildo, her clit would gently tug away from my lips. Then as I pulled back on the dildo, her entire pussy would roll back down to my waiting mouth. With each gyration of this incredibly slow torture, I would lick more and more of her pussy juice up toward her ass, and with each new lubrication, I imagined the dildo was sneaking further, but ever so slightly, into this little girls ass. Soon though, I realized that it was still only in about two or three inches and I felt disappointment that it would probably not go much further. But just as I was considering giving up as I had had to on her pussy, she began to press up her butt and whimper for more. Being afraid of hurting her I said, "No, I'll hold it firm...you make it go in". She remained perfectly still for the longest time, then she started by sucking in her breath and pushing up from the bed a bit with her hands. Her head bent back slightly and her chest came up just far enough for her tiny nipples to lightly tug at the sheets. Then she lowered her head and started a slow wave in her body. As her head went down her shoulders rose slightly but then they followed her head down as her belly rose up, finally as her belly began to go down her ass rose slightly. The wave seemed to end as her belly pushed down into the mattress. But as the wave dispersed from her falling hips, her head and chest began to rise up with new energy. Although the dildo might have slid out of her, I sensed what was coming and held it firmly as she fell away from it. The second wave came faster and started just as the fat head of the dildo slipped out of her ass. In a matter of a short moment her head rose way up with her small tits jutting out and then began to dive, her neck and shoulders followed the dive and flowed down in a serpentine motion, the belly rose, and as the small of her back began arching, pushing her belly down, the hips forcefully rose up...against the slick fat waiting cock. As her ass rose up against the dildo, it pushed back into her tightness. She didn't stop. Her ass rose right up and in another serpentine motion forced another inch inside. Each time just as she pushed in a bit more, she’d raise her head and chest even higher for the next wave. I held the slick pole as best I could while her lithe body snaked up and down, taking then expelling this thick cock faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her ass. At the end of each wave her ass would fall off tip of the fat cock and quickly tighten up, but with each successive wave she took the shaft another inch deeper. Finally, with one very slow and exaggerated undulation, she pushed until she felt my fist against the tight cheeks of her firm little ass. Releasing the dildo I just sat there watching as her body slowed to a mazy motion. Her little hand slipped between her legs and she fiddled with her own clit and moaned. From the inside of her, and ever so slowly, she began pushing out. I could see her breath in...push...breath in...push...breath in...push. When it finally slipped out she rolled over and reached up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, and as I held her almost like a baby, with tears streaming down her face she began kissing me deeply.
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A quick introduction, my name is CJ and I'm 24 years old. I am white with long blond hair. I'm 6' 1'' and 180lbs, lean and athletic. I am very active and like to work out almost daily. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where there are a lot of beautiful males and females. I am definitely bi-sexual, but tend to find myself more attracted to females. So this is a true story that happened a few days ago. It started as a normal gym session, with cardio to warm up, followed by a heavy push day focusing on my chest and triceps. It was Friday evening, so the gym was less crowded that it typically was, but everyday there seemed to be a large and very fit Asian guy around my age who always works out the same time as me. He must've been 6'4'' and 220lbs of mostly muscle. I've seen him there for about 2 years now, ever since I started going to this gym. He is very quiet and always works out alone. I wasn't sure if I was attracted to him or if I just admired his work ethic at the gym and his body. I do not know his name, but for the sake of the story, let's call him Josh. Anyway, after admiring him from a distance, I finished up my workout and headed to the locker room. I strip down to my underwear, wrapped a towel around me, and headed into the sauna. When I get in, it was pretty much empty, besides Josh sitting in the far corner, also only in his underwear. "Holy fuck" I thought to myself, admiring his sweaty body as I sat myself down in the nearest corner to his corner where he was siting. With both us being quiet and never talking to each other, I wasn't going to break that mutual silence we shared with each other. I just sat there and occasionally admired his body while he was not looking. He was stretching his back and legs and it gave me plenty of opportunities to catch glimpses of his incredible body. We had to have been in there for 40 minutes, and being the competitive person that I am, I could not leave before him. At this point a few others have entered the room, and he eventually grabbed his towel and left for the showers. I wasn't going to follow him, so I stayed in for a few more minutes. But this sauna was hot and over 40 minutes in there had me exhausted. I grabbed my towel and went to the showers. The showers were individual stalls with three tile walls and a shower curtain for each. I typically went for the far stalls down the row because it gave a little extra privacy and I liked to sometimes jerk off in there. When I got to the end of the row, I noticed the stall parallel to the far on I like to use was in use, but nevertheless, I turned on the water and took off my underwear while waiting for it to warm up. I noticed the curtain on the other stall was open maybe a foot, and with a quick glance saw Josh lathering his backside with soap. Feeling my cock starting to grow, I quickly jumped in and closed the shower curtain. However, instead of closing the curtain completely, I also left about a foot so that I could steal a few more glances at Josh while he was washing himself. Not only did I notice him lathering himself close to that opening, I had the sense that he was trying to catch glimpses of me as well. To put this to the test, towards the opening of the curtain, I started soaping up my ass and rubbing it, making sure he could see. As I turned around, I noticed him looking, but he quickly looked away. Another thing I noticed, was that he was sporting a nice semi chub. I haven't shown him yet, but I was not not semi-hard, rather a fully erect 7.5 inches. I turned around and focused on washing my upper body while trying to make sure my boner was visible to Josh in the other shower stall. I think it worked because when I looked back over, I could see his now fully erect, maybe 5 inch circumcized cock through the opening of his stall as he washed his body. "Where do we go from here?" I thought to myself, followed by an internal "fuck it". I grabbed some more soap from the dispenser and started washing my hard dick and balls. When I looked over, he was doing the same. This time when I looked over, he did not look away. We were both staring at each other and before we knew it, we went from washing our privates, to straight up jerking off while watching each other. We both opened our curtains up a bit more to catch a better view of each other. He was firmly grasping his cock with one hand, and cupping his balls with his other. His strokes were slow but powerful. I copied his movements. If he picked up the pace, so would I. And if he slowed back down, I follow his lead. I knew I was close to cumming, but I did not want to cum too soon. Eventually, I could tell he was too, because his body was moving more and he was making a lot of hot facial expressions. I started to pick up the pace, and he seemed to follow suit. I started to feel the orgasm pick up and I knew I reached the point of no return. Right before I reached my limit, I watched Josh start to convulse, moan, and shoot rope after rope from his cock onto the ground. Not a second later, I was doing the same thing, feeling the orgasm from my feet to my head, shooting ropes onto the wall and floor. This was an incredible orgasm; one of the best I've had in a while. He quickly jumped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around himself and left the shower area. I stayed in the shower for a few more minutes to get soft before I left. By the time I got to the locker room and Josh was not in the same section as I so I dried off, got dressed and left. I am hoping this is the first of many encounters I have with Josh. Maybe next time we will even say a few words to each other.
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"Honestly, it felt as though the entirety of my world had come crashing down around me. I could feel the splinters of glass raining over my skin and leaving lines of red flaring pain. How did I do this again? How COULD I do this again? I'm so dead." The light from the overly large classroom suddenly becomes blinding as I try to focus my wavering eyes on my latest History examination. F triple minus. With this I know I'm doomed for the rest of the semester. I glance around the room and look at the faces of my peers. Some have the same expression as I do; Others are more morose. Grace Linking catches my eye and offers a soft smile. I tenderly smile back before lowering my head against the surface of my failure covered desk. The paper eases some of the coolness of the wood and I sigh. "MR. OLVERA! If you are unsatisfied with your test score you have an option to make it up. Please try not to bash your brain in before school tomorrow. That being said, I'll be notifying the parents of everyone with a C or lower. You are all dismissed." A collective groan arises from the class. Along with the rest of the zombies I gather up my possesions and I trudge out of the too bright room before the bell rings. At this school, it's always best to be early for your next class. The teachers understand that and always release us ahead of schedule. I bump into Grace in the hallway and she offers me another smile. This time I manage to paint my face with a shit-eating grin. Her smile widens and she begins to talk. "Hey, Oz. How'd you do on the test? I got an 85." Her face is almost as bright as the classroom. It hurts my eyes a little and I look down before pulling my test out of my backpack and showing her. "Ouch, that sucks. Maybe I should tutor you some time huh? Don't worry I'll take it easy on you Ozzy." She smirks. "Hey, I don't need tutoring, Grace. You don't need to save me from EVERY class. Besides, I'll probably never see you again. After I get home my grandfather is going to erase ME from history. Thanks though, I'll keep you in mind when I'm floating through limbo." "You're so dramatic, Olvera. I'm sure it won't be that bad." "Linking, if you only knew." "Well, Ozzy. If you need me, you know where to find me. Buh bye now." She winks before spinning on her heel and walking off to her next class. Grace Linking. I've always had a crush on her. Since middle school. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her that I'm just drawn to. Maybe one day when I'm not a complete idiot, she'd actually consider dating me. Until then however, I'm Mr. Lonely forever. I shuffle my feet to my last class of the day. I have 2 less classes than everyone else; A reward for past performance. I wonder what happened? Oh yeah puberty, girls, and drugs. Yes, drugs. I smoke pot. Lots and lots of pot. I know people call it the gateway drug but I don't consider it a drug at all. It came from the earth and I like the earth. You know, because I live on it. I'm not stupid enough to bring any of it to school though; I only smoke at home or out with the few friends I have. Spanish, my last class of the day. Muy mal. I hate it. I live in America. Why do I have to learn Mexico? Alright I admit that might have been a bit racist. I'm sorry. I can't help it though, it behooves me. I walk in with 3 of my classmates and take my seat at the back of the dingy classroom. Seriously, this has to be the least maintained and oldest classroom in the building. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken. Well, not broken but they sure as hell creak something awful. There's only one window and the view isn't even that great. I don't get it. All of the other classrooms in the school are up to date and modern. Why not this one? "Gooooodmorning class of mine!" Mr Gonzales shouts at what has to be the top of his 68 year old lungs. The class and myself mutter a half hearted buenos dias, senor Gonzales. He starts with the usual Spanish vocabulary words before launching into chapter 12 of the text book. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I've got waiting on me at home. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. G has it out for me. He calls on me three times throughout the class. I muddle through the answers to his questions and throw my hand down on the old desk and start to daydream. I'm walking through old London at night. Fog is engulfing the city and it is strangely beautiful. I hear a scream followed by an erratic, "No please!" I run towards the scream while tugging my trench coat closer to my body. I turn into an alley and the fog clears quickly. Before me is a sight I'll never forget. A woman who looks like she is in her twenties is laying on the cobblestones. Her blood pooled around her and a hatchet buried in her skull. "NO!" I shout as I come back to reality. The class is looking at me funny. "Senor Olvera, is something the matter? Or are you just tired of sleeping in my class?" The class laughs and I feel my face redden. What was that? I think to myself as the bell rings and the class begins to walk out. "Oz, stay here for a minute. I need to speak with you." "Yes, Mr. G." I grab my things and walk slowly to his desk. Geez even his desk is outdated. I put my book-bag on his desk and wait for him to start talking. He's looking at me with a strange face. I can't place it. He takes a deep breath. His white dress shirt looks like it's about to pop open. Was he always this fat? "Oz, are you alright? Is everything OK at home?" He asks, with a concerned expression. "Yeah Mr. G. I'm fine. Why do you ask that?" "Students don't generally have nightmares in my class. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class." He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. "Mr. G. I'm sorry. Yes, everything is fine at home. I bombed my history test earlier and I know I'm going to die when I get home. But I'm not being abused sir. My family is actually quite happy." "I'm relived to hear that, Oz. If you ever need help. Let me know. You're a smart kid and a fun student." He smiles and motions me out. I nod and offer a small half-smile before departing the classroom. The halls are empty. Everyone is already in their next class. The lockers in this school are standard. Green combo style metal cells. I walk to my locker and put in my combination. 14-37-60. It clanks and I open it and shove my book bag inside before grabbing my failure and closing the green beast. My car is an old yellow Camaro. Dad's gift when I turned 18. I love it. I know everyone else calls their yellow Camaros Bumblebee, but my girl Annie never lets me down. I named her Annie after my favorite character from one of my favorite video games. League of Legends. I'm not too good at the game but it's really fun and I enjoy playing with people from all around the U.S. She rumbles to life and I grin. 0-100 in seconds. The best part of dad's gift is her engine. I'm a speedster. I can't help it. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. Traffic is great and I make it home in 10 minutes. The song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace comes on just as I park on the street. Coincedence? I think not. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. I know he got the call. He ALWAYS gets the call. I walk up to the door and it opens before I take out my house key. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. He smiles, he fucking smiles and ushers me in. I hold my head down and walk in. I hear the door close and I turn around and it begins. "God damn it Oz! How are you having this much trouble in History? Your father has his doctorate in Historical Studies. Your mother teaches History. Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? Give me the paper." He commands. I hand it to him and he sighs. "Come with me." He says, before turning and walking towards our basement door. "Yes, grandfather." I mumble as I follow him. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. He opens the door and walks down the 6 stairs into our finished basement. Oh, I forgot to mention. Our house is fucking huge. So fucking huge. My grandfather is rich as shit and no one knows what he does. We walk over to the big red couch and sit down. A cup of coffee is already sitting on the coffee table, steaming. I pick it up and sip. Ugh, black. He begins to speak. "Oz, I am a correctional officer." He says before sipping his own coffee. I bet his isn't black. "A correctional officer? Gramps I'm pretty sure they don't make enough money to fund this huge ass house. I've wanted to know what you do forever. What do you really do? It has to be something with History, you know so much. More than dad." My voice lowers as I mention my dad. It's been 3 years and I haven't seen him. "No, Oz. I don't work in prisons. I correct time." He takes another sip. "Listen, our family is special. We have a purpose. There are organizations that work to change the past for their benefits. We are the barrier that prevents this. Our family has been thwarting these organizations for decades upon decades." "Grandfather..what..what are you talking about? You sound crazy. Look I know I messed up again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise. If this story is some way of manipulating me, you don't have to do it. I'll do better, gramps. I will." I smile at him. He doesn't smile back and mine fades. He groans and claps his hands loudly together. The lights go off and a light beams from the watch on his wrist. A glowing clock comes into view, it emanates from the watch. I can only stare. It's bright. Too bright. The look on my grandfather's face scares me a bit. It's almost cold and unfeeling. "Oz Austram Olvera, I Marco Alverious Olvera hereby induct you into The Family Your first mission. Protect Jack the Ripper from Fringe at all costs." He breaks his sombrerity and smiles softly. "Good luck, Austram." Before I can even mutter a response to all of this it feels like my body is ripped apart and my sense go nill. Suddenly, I'm standing in the middle of a foggy street. My clothes have changed. A trench-coat. Old style trousers and leather shoes. There's a gun on my hip and my grandfather's watch is now on my wrist. Confused and a bit dazed I start to walk. This place is foggy. To the extreme. I can barely see ANYTHING. there's no one outside and the moon is bright. Too bright. As I walk...I hear a scream. CHAPTER 2 I cradle her head in my hands and mutter a silent prayer before removing the hatchet. Jack the Ripper..who was he? I can't remember. Fucking history man. I lay the cold woman down on the ground and wince as a rain-drop hits me in my eye. It starts to pour and I look around. Grandfather seriously better explain this fucked up shit when I get back; IF I get back. I stand up and look around. I'm in a narrow-ish alley. The bricks of the two buildings I'm surrounded by have been painted an ominous black. The paint only adds to my growing discomfort. I pull out my phone and try to dial the police but I get no signal. Besides, I'm clearly not in the U.S...would I even be able to make a call here? Well, people make international calls every day. Gramps wouldn't have sent me here if the purpose weren't for me to learn a lesson. He must have sent me back in time...it has to be something related to History of course. I shrug and start walking through the now fog filled down-pour. My shoes make and odd thumping sound with each step I take. "It must be the letter" I tell myself. The rain starts to lighten as I round the end of the alley. It seemed to only be about 10 ft long. My trench-coat is starting to soak and weigh more than it should. I work against slouching my shoulders and keep going. The buildings all so old and decrepit. Most of them are brick but there are a few American style houses. Probably folks who moved form America and got their houses built. In it's own way it was pretty cool. Though not as London-esque as I'd hoped it would be. My thoughts are swiftly cut off and I see blackness as a blunt piece of metal collides with my skull. I feel myself falling as my world spins and the collision spot pulsing as my life-blood flows out. I'm in a room surrounded by bright lights and beautiful girls. There is smoke in the room. Thick enough to choke Hulk Hogan. It isn't from tobacco or cannabis; That much I could tell. A girl walks up to me. She is breath-taking. She is wearing Indian style garb. I Don't know exactly what her clothes are called , but I knows she's gorgeous enough to be compared to the Goddess Shiva. I see the red dot on her forehead and crinkle my brow. I think to myself, "Isn't that head marking a religious thing? If she works here she must not be a good girl." (Smirk ;) She beckons to me and I walk towards her slowly. As I walk she mouths her name in the way most erotic way I've ever seen lips take shape. Kuri. I almost expel the air left in my lungs but I catch myself just as I get within talking range of her. Alright, maybe a little more than talking range. I couldn't help it. I was just drawn to her. She smiles and begins to speak silver into my ears. "I've been waiting for you, sir. Judging by your dress I see you're not from around here." "No, I'm not. How can you tell the difference though? It looks to me like I'm wearing just what all these other blokes (blokes? :D) are wearing. What are YOU wearing? You definitely look not from around here."` "You are correct, sir. I come from India. That's all you get, now it's time for fun." "Oz..OZ! Wake up!" I am awoken from my forced slumber by an angel. Grace? No, what the hell. "GRACE?!" I sit up slowly and rub my head where I was hit. "Hey, Ozzy." She smiles softly and I check my surroundings. I'm no longer outside. I wonder how long I was out. I'm still a bit dazed. MY head has been roughly bandaged up and I can feel it throbbing. Grace looks beautiful. She's wearing the same style of clothing I got here in. She's dressed like a tom-boy. If I hadn't seen her face every day..I'd have never guessed it was her. What the hell is going on? "Grace..what..what are you doing here? Where ARE we?" I ask with a tinge of nervous excitement. "Oz, I didn't think they'd throw you in so soon. I thought we had more time." She looks down morosely. "More time? Time for what? What are you talking about, Grace?" Her brown beret frames her head perfectly. We're in a bedroom. The bed I'm assuming she'd lain me in after she found me was not comfortable at all. I stand up and face her. She thinks for a moment. Her eyes darting away from me and up to the right. She's not lying. ""Oz, I'm with Fringe. Your family..the Olveras..The Family. We've been enemies for years. Fringe started me early on. I'm been changing history since I was 12." Her eyes are icy as she recounts her story to me. I sit stunned and unable to speak. My head throbs again. I wince. It is only then that I notice a shotgun strapped to her back. "Grace, I still don't even fully understand what's going on. You say we're enemies but why are you here? With me?" "My most recent assignment was to secure Jack the Ripper and make him work us. For Fringe. With his capture Fringe would control London in the night. Asassinations and such." I shudder. "Gramps said my mission was to protect, Jack. I still haven't seen him. Who is he?" Grace sighs and takes off her shotgun and aims it squarely at my chest. "I'm sorry, Oz." She fires the first round and my body moves faster than my mind. I pivot on my right foot and the blast grazes my side and goes into the wall behind me. I yelp from the pain and she looks sad. She pumps it and readies for her next. In that second..that moment her pump comes back down I step inwardly toward her and attempt to position the barrel up. I grab it and push up only to be met by a swift kick to my mid-section. I stumble back and fall onto the bed. I remember the gun I showed up here with and reach for it but it's gone. She smiles and moves her coat aside to show me that she has it. "Sorry, Ozzy. Couldn't have you shooting back now could I?" She pumps again and levels the gun at my chest. The blood from the shot to my side is increasing in flow. I hold my side and hold my other hand up in surrender. She pauses but keeps the gun on me. "Grace, WHAT THE HELL?! First gramps does this weird shit and then you show up and you're trying to kill me?! SERIOUSLY?! WHAT..THE..FUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Her face becomes mildly sympathetic and she lowers the gun slightly before beginning to speak. "Oz, look. I'm sorry. We're enemies. You may not know much now but you will later on. If I don't kill you here you'll only be in my way in the future. I'm sorry, I thought we had more time but this is the way it has to be. If it's any consolation I always thought you were a pretty cool guy. Now just shut up and let me do this." She says with an exasperated expression. I throw down my hand and look at the bed sheet. I feel her aiming the barrel at my skull. I prepare for a death that I don't even know how I deserve. I hear her finger tremble on the trigger. I feel the barrel shaking against my head. I glance a look up and see her crying. Not crying as in boo hoo, but there are streams of water running down her cheeks. I don't know what it means..but if I'm going to die here. I can at least kiss Grace motherfucking Linking. In that instant I see her finger about to pull the trigger. She closes her eyes like she doesn't want to see what happens to me. I move as quickly and silently as I can to the and she fires. I grunt like she hit me and I silently move to stand next to her. Her eyes are still closed and the tears are still flowing. I hear her mutter, "I'm sorry..I'm sorry" again and again. I can't believe she's feeling sorry. She just tried to kill me. We've been in school together since as long as I can remember. When she starts to open her eyes I slap the gun as hard as I can out of her hands. Her eyes open wide in surprise and she begins to speak through tear filled eyes. "Oz.." I cut her off by grabbing her waist with my free arm and pulling her close into a deep kiss. My side is flaring with pain as well as my head. I think I've lost too much blood because my vision begins to fade. I break our kiss. I feel her lips linger on mine. I hear her say one last time, "Ozzy." The room goes dark.
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"Honestly, it felt as though the entirety of my world had come crashing down around me. I could feel the splinters of glass raining over my skin and leaving lines of red flaring pain. How did I do this again? How COULD I do this again? I'm so dead." The light from the overly large classroom suddenly becomes blinding as I try to focus my wavering eyes on my latest History examination. F triple minus. With this I know I'm doomed for the rest of the semester. I glance around the room and look at the faces of my peers. Some have the same expression as I do; Others are more morose. Grace Linking catches my eye and offers a soft smile. I tenderly smile back before lowering my head against the surface of my failure covered desk. The paper eases some of the coolness of the wood and I sigh. "MR. OLVERA! If you are unsatisfied with your test score you have an option to make it up. Please try not to bash your brain in before school tomorrow. That being said, I'll be notifying the parents of everyone with a C or lower. You are all dismissed." A collective groan arises from the class. Along with the rest of the zombies I gather up my possesions and I trudge out of the too bright room before the bell rings. At this school, it's always best to be early for your next class. The teachers understand that and always release us ahead of schedule. I bump into Grace in the hallway and she offers me another smile. This time I manage to paint my face with a shit-eating grin. Her smile widens and she begins to talk. "Hey, Oz. How'd you do on the test? I got an 85." Her face is almost as bright as the classroom. It hurts my eyes a little and I look down before pulling my test out of my backpack and showing her. "Ouch, that sucks. Maybe I should tutor you some time huh? Don't worry I'll take it easy on you Ozzy." She smirks. "Hey, I don't need tutoring, Grace. You don't need to save me from EVERY class. Besides, I'll probably never see you again. After I get home my grandfather is going to erase ME from history. Thanks though, I'll keep you in mind when I'm floating through limbo." "You're so dramatic, Olvera. I'm sure it won't be that bad." "Linking, if you only knew." "Well, Ozzy. If you need me, you know where to find me. Buh bye now." She winks before spinning on her heel and walking off to her next class. Grace Linking. I've always had a crush on her. Since middle school. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her that I'm just drawn to. Maybe one day when I'm not a complete dumbass, she'd actually consider dating me. Until then however, I'm Mr. Lonely forever. I shuffle my feet to my last class of the day. I have 2 less classes than everyone else; A reward for past performance. I wonder what happened? Oh yeah puberty, girls, and drugs. Yes, drugs. I smoke pot. Lots and lots of pot. I know people call it the gateway drug but I don't consider it a drug at all. It came from the earth and I like the earth. You know, because I live on it. I'm not stupid enought to bring paraphanelia to school though; I only smoke at home or out with the few friends I have. Spanish, my last class of the day. Muy mal. I hate it. I live in America. Why do I have to learn Mexico? Alright I admit that might have been a bit racist. I'm sorry. I can't help it though, it behooves me. I walk in with 3 of my classmates and take my seat at the back of the dingy classroom. Seriously, this has to be the least maintained and oldest classroom in the building. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken. Well, not broken but they sure as hell creak something awful. There's only one window and the view isn't even that great. I don't get it. All of the other classrooms in the school are up to date and modern. Why not this one? "Gooooodmorning class of mine!" Mr Gonzales shouts at what has to be the top of his 68 year old lungs. The class and myself mutter a half hearted buenos dias, senor Gonzales. He starts with the usual spanish vocabulary words before launching into chapter 12 of the text book. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I've got waiting on me at home. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. G has it out for me. He calles on me three times throughout the class. I muddle through the answers to his questions and throw my hand down on the old desk and start to daydream. I'm walking through old London at night. Fog is engulfing the city and it is strangely beautiful. I hear a scream followed by an erratic, "No please!" I run towards the scream while tugging my trench coat closer to my body. I turn into an alley and the fog clears quickly. Before me is a sight I'll never forget. A woman who looks like she is in her twenties is laying on the cobblestones. Her blood pooled around her and a hatcchet buried in her skull. "NO!" I shout as I come back to reality. The class is looking at me funny. "Senor Olvera, is something the matter? Or are you just tired of sleeping in my class?" The class laughs and I feel my face redden. What was that? I think to myself as the bell rings and the class begins to walk out. "Oz, stay here for a minute. I need to speak with you." "Yes, Mr. G." I grab my things and walk slowly to his desk. Geez even his desk is outdated. I put my bookbag on his desk and wait for him to start talking. He's looking at me with a strange face. I can't place it. He takes a deep breath. His white dress shirt looks like it's about to pop open. Was he always this fat? "Oz, are you alright? Is everything OK at home?" He asks, with a concerned expression. "Yeah Mr. G. I'm fine. Why do you ask that?" "Students don't generally have nightmares in my class. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class." He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. "Mr. G. I'm sorry. Yes, everything is fine at home. I bombed my history test earlier and I know I'm going to die when I get home. But I'm not being abused sir. My family is actually quite happy." "I'm relived to hear that, Oz. If you ever need help. Let me know. You're a smart kid and a fun student." He smiles and motions me out. I nod and offer a small half-smile before departing the classroom. The halls are empty. Everyone is already in their next class. The lockers in this school are standard. Green combo style metal cells. I walk to my locker and put in my combination. 14-37-60. It clanks and I open it and shove my book bag inside before grabbing my failure and closing the green beast. My car is an old yellow camaro. Dad's gift when I turned 16. I love it. I know everyone else calls their yellow Camaros Bumblebee, but my girl Annie never lets me down. I named her Annie after my favorite character from one of my favorite video games. League of Legends. I'm not too good at the game but it's really fun and I enjoy playing with people from all around the U.S. She rumbles to life and I grin. 0-100 in seconds. The best part of dad's gift is her engine. I'm a speedster. I can't help it. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. Traffic is great and I make it home in 10 minutes. The song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace comes on just as I park on the street. Coincendence? I think not. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. I know he got the call. He ALWAYS gets the call. I walk up to the door and it opens before I take out my house key. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. He smiles, he fucking smiles and ushers me in. I hold my head down and walk in. I hear the door close and I turn around and it begins. "Goddamnit Oz! How are you having this much trouble in History? Your father has his doctorate in Historical Studies. Your mother teaches History. Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? Give me the paper." He commands. I hand it to him and he sighs. "Come with me." He says, before turning and walking towards our basement door. "Yes, grandfather." I mumble as I follow him. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. He opens the door and walks down the 6 stairs into our finished basement. Oh, I forgot to mention. Our house is fucking huge. So fucking huge. My grandfather is rich as shit and no one knows what he does. We walk over to the big red couch and sit down. A cup of coffee is already sitting on the coffee table, steaming. I pick it up and sip. Ugh, black. He begins to speak. "Oz, I am a correctional officer." He says before sipping his own coffee. I bet his isn't black. "A correctional officer? Gramps I'm pretty sure they don't make enough money to fund this huge ass house. I've wanted to know what you do forever. What do you really do? It has to be something with History, you know so much. More than dad." My voice lowers as I mention my dad. It's been 3 years and I haven't seen him. "No, Oz. I don't work in prisons. I correct time." He takes another sip. "Listen, our family is special. We have a purpose. There are organizations that work to change the past for their benefits. We are the barrier that prevents this. Our family has been thwarting these organizations for millenia." "Grandfather..what..what are you talking about? You sound crazy. Look I know I messed up again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise. If this story is some way of manipulating me, you don't have to do it. I'll do better, gramps. I will." I smile at him. He doesn't smile back and mine fades. He groans and claps his hands loudly together. The lights go off and a light beams from the watch on his wrist. A glowing clock comes into view, it emanates from the watch. I can only stare. It's bright. Too bright. The look on my grandfather's face scares me a bit. It's almost cold and unfeeling. "Oz Austram Olvera, I Marco Alverious Olvera hereby induct you into The Family Your first mission. Protect Jack the Ripper from Fringe at all costs." He breaks his sombrerity and smiles softly. "Good luck, Austram." Before I can even mutter a response to aall of this it feels like my body is ripped apart and my sense go nill. Suddenly, I'm standing in the middle of a foggy street. My clothes have changed. A trench-coat. Old style trousers and leather shoes. There's a gun on my hip and my grandfather's watch is now on my wrist. Confused and a bit dazed I start to walk. This place is foggy. To the extreme. I can barely see ANYTHING. there's no one outside and the moon is bright. Too bright. As I walk...I hear a scream.
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"Honestly, it felt as though the entirety of my world had come crashing down around me. I could feel the splinters of glass raining over my skin and leaving lines of red flaring pain. How did I do this again? How COULD I do this again? I'm so dead." The light from the overly large classroom suddenly becomes blinding as I try to focus my wavering eyes on my latest History examination. F triple minus. With this I know I'm doomed for the rest of the semester. I glance around the room and look at the faces of my peers. Some have the same expression as I do; Others are more morose. Grace Linking catches my eye and offers a soft smile. I tenderly smile back before lowering my head against the surface of my failure covered desk. The paper eases some of the coolness of the wood and I sigh. "MR. OLVERA! If you are unsatisfied with your test score you have an option to make it up. Please try not to bash your brain in before school tomorrow. That being said, I'll be notifying the parents of everyone with a C or lower. You are all dismissed." A collective groan arises from the class. Along with the rest of the zombies I gather up my possesions and I trudge out of the too bright room before the bell rings. At this school, it's always best to be early for your next class. The teachers understand that and always release us ahead of schedule. I bump into Grace in the hallway and she offers me another smile. This time I manage to paint my face with a shit-eating grin. Her smile widens and she begins to talk. "Hey, Oz. How'd you do on the test? I got an 85." Her face is almost as bright as the classroom. It hurts my eyes a little and I look down before pulling my test out of my backpack and showing her. "Ouch, that sucks. Maybe I should tutor you some time huh? Don't worry I'll take it easy on you Ozzy." She smirks. "Hey, I don't need tutoring, Grace. You don't need to save me from EVERY class. Besides, I'll probably never see you again. After I get home my grandfather is going to erase ME from history. Thanks though, I'll keep you in mind when I'm floating through limbo." "You're so dramatic, Olvera. I'm sure it won't be that bad." "Linking, if you only knew." "Well, Ozzy. If you need me, you know where to find me. Buh bye now." She winks before spinning on her heel and walking off to her next class. Grace Linking. I've always had a crush on her. Since middle school. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her that I'm just drawn to. Maybe one day when I'm not a complete dumbass, she'd actually consider dating me. Until then however, I'm Mr. Lonely forever. I shuffle my feet to my last class of the day. I have 2 less classes than everyone else; A reward for past performance. I wonder what happened? Oh yeah puberty, girls, and drugs. Yes, drugs. I smoke pot. Lots and lots of pot. I know people call it the gateway drug but I don't consider it a drug at all. It came from the earth and I like the earth. You know, because I live on it. I'm not stupid enought to bring paraphanelia to school though; I only smoke at home or out with the few friends I have. Spanish, my last class of the day. Muy mal. I hate it. I live in America. Why do I have to learn Mexico? Alright I admit that might have been a bit racist. I'm sorry. I can't help it though, it behooves me. I walk in with 3 of my classmates and take my seat at the back of the dingy classroom. Seriously, this has to be the least maintained and oldest classroom in the building. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken. Well, not broken but they sure as hell creak something awful. There's only one window and the view isn't even that great. I don't get it. All of the other classrooms in the school are up to date and modern. Why not this one? "Gooooodmorning class of mine!" Mr Gonzales shouts at what has to be the top of his 68 year old lungs. The class and myself mutter a half hearted buenos dias, senor Gonzales. He starts with the usual spanish vocabulary words before launching into chapter 12 of the text book. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I've got waiting on me at home. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. G has it out for me. He calles on me three times throughout the class. I muddle through the answers to his questions and throw my hand down on the old desk and start to daydream. I'm walking through old London at night. Fog is engulfing the city and it is strangely beautiful. I hear a scream followed by an erratic, "No please!" I run towards the scream while tugging my trench coat closer to my body. I turn into an alley and the fog clears quickly. Before me is a sight I'll never forget. A woman who looks like she is in her twenties is laying on the cobblestones. Her blood pooled around her and a hatcchet buried in her skull. "NO!" I shout as I come back to reality. The class is looking at me funny. "Senor Olvera, is something the matter? Or are you just tired of sleeping in my class?" The class laughs and I feel my face redden. What was that? I think to myself as the bell rings and the class begins to walk out. "Oz, stay here for a minute. I need to speak with you." "Yes, Mr. G." I grab my things and walk slowly to his desk. Geez even his desk is outdated. I put my bookbag on his desk and wait for him to start talking. He's looking at me with a strange face. I can't place it. He takes a deep breath. His white dress shirt looks like it's about to pop open. Was he always this fat? "Oz, are you alright? Is everything OK at home?" He asks, with a concerned expression. "Yeah Mr. G. I'm fine. Why do you ask that?" "Students don't generally have nightmares in my class. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class." He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. "Mr. G. I'm sorry. Yes, everything is fine at home. I bombed my history test earlier and I know I'm going to die when I get home. But I'm not being abused sir. My family is actually quite happy." "I'm relived to hear that, Oz. If you ever need help. Let me know. You're a smart kid and a fun student." He smiles and motions me out. I nod and offer a small half-smile before departing the classroom. The halls are empty. Everyone is already in their next class. The lockers in this school are standard. Green combo style metal cells. I walk to my locker and put in my combination. 14-37-60. It clanks and I open it and shove my book bag inside before grabbing my failure and closing the green beast. My car is an old yellow camaro. Dad's gift when I turned 16. I love it. I know everyone else calls their yellow Camaros Bumblebee, but my girl Annie never lets me down. I named her Annie after my favorite character from one of my favorite video games. League of Legends. I'm not too good at the game but it's really fun and I enjoy playing with people from all around the U.S. She rumbles to life and I grin. 0-100 in seconds. The best part of dad's gift is her engine. I'm a speedster. I can't help it. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. Traffic is great and I make it home in 10 minutes. The song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace comes on just as I park on the street. Coincendence? I think not. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. I know he got the call. He ALWAYS gets the call. I walk up to the door and it opens before I take out my house key. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. He smiles, he fucking smiles and ushers me in. I hold my head down and walk in. I hear the door close and I turn around and it begins. "Goddamnit Oz! How are you having this much trouble in History? Your father has his doctorate in Historical Studies. Your mother teaches History. Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? Give me the paper." He commands. I hand it to him and he sighs. "Come with me." He says, before turning and walking towards our basement door. "Yes, grandfather." I mumble as I follow him. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. He opens the door and walks down the 6 stairs into our finished basement. Oh, I forgot to mention. Our house is fucking huge. So fucking huge. My grandfather is rich as shit and no one knows what he does. We walk over to the big red couch and sit down. A cup of coffee is already sitting on the coffee table, steaming. I pick it up and sip. Ugh, black. He begins to speak. "Oz, I am a correctional officer." He says before sipping his own coffee. I bet his isn't black. "A correctional officer? Gramps I'm pretty sure they don't make enough money to fund this huge ass house. I've wanted to know what you do forever. What do you really do? It has to be something with History, you know so much. More than dad." My voice lowers as I mention my dad. It's been 3 years and I haven't seen him. "No, Oz. I don't work in prisons. I correct time." He takes another sip. "Listen, our family is special. We have a purpose. There are organizations that work to change the past for their benefits. We are the barrier that prevents this. Our family has been thwarting these organizations for millenia." "Grandfather..what..what are you talking about? You sound crazy. Look I know I messed up again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise. If this story is some way of manipulating me, you don't have to do it. I'll do better, gramps. I will." I smile at him. He doesn't smile back and mine fades. He groans and claps his hands loudly together. The lights go off and a light beams from the watch on his wrist. A glowing clock comes into view, it emanates from the watch. I can only stare. It's bright. Too bright. The look on my grandfather's face scares me a bit. It's almost cold and unfeeling. "Oz Austram Olvera, I Marco Alverious Olvera hereby induct you into The Family Your first mission. Protect Jack the Ripper from Fringe at all costs." He breaks his sombrerity and smiles softly. "Good luck, Austram." Before I can even mutter a response to aall of this it feels like my body is ripped apart and my sense go nill. Suddenly, I'm standing in the middle of a foggy street. My clothes have changed. A trench-coat. Old style trousers and leather shoes. There's a gun on my hip and my grandfather's watch is now on my wrist. Confused and a bit dazed I start to walk. This place is foggy. To the extreme. I can barely see ANYTHING. there's no one outside and the moon is bright. Too bright. As I walk...I hear a scream.
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This is a gay story featuring two teen males that start out straight! Be nice this is my first story! Study Hall 11:45 As I sat down at my desk I quickly look around to see the other high school students sitting behind and infront of me. Unfortunately, my best friend Luke wasn't in class. I thought this was strange because I had seen him at school the period before. "oh well" I thought to myself. I took out my textbook and got to work. "Bzzz", the school intercom roared, the secretary came on, "Would Brandon Louis please come to the office immediately." "Oh shit!" I screamed in my head, what does the principal want with me? I packed up my books and made my way down the hall to the office. The Office 12:05 The secretary saw me as I walked in , "Mr. Louis, would you I just got a call from your Dad, he says that there is a family energancy at home. He told me to send you there right away." I swung my backpack behind my back and sped out the front doors of the school. Outside East Side Secondary School 12:10 As I was leaving the school, I heard someone calling my name and giggling uncontrollably. I looked in the bushes and saw my best friend Luke sitting with his cell phone out and surrounded by empty beer cans. "What the hell?" I asked him. He simply laughed and then replied, "I called the office and pretended to be your Dad! Now you have the whole day off to spend with me!" "Haha! That's awesome man! So are you gonna chug all this beer by yourself?" I questioned, as I tossed a beer can at him. He handed me a can and then we jogged away from the school. Luke's Basement 1:04 We sat on the couch in Luke's basement, Luke was so lucky that his parents were divorced- he gets anything he wants AND his parents are never home! My head was spinning like crazy since I I've had like 4 beers! Luke though, was super drunk, he had been drinking last night and now again today he's had like 6 beers! "Hey Brandon, is this your first time drinking?" he asked me. I nodded my head. "Normally I drink alone... And I always Jack off while I drink too... You mind?" he said with a smile as he undid his belt and fly. I didn't respond but the big smile I gave him was apparently answer enough for him. "Im pretty horny too man, have you got any porn or anything?" I asked him, trying to look away from his hardening boner. He put a VHS in the player. He looked really focused on the porn, so I quietly ripped open my zipper and unleashed my 6.5 inch cock.. his looked bigger, like atleast 7 inches. Luke's Basement 1:25 It had been almost twenty minutes and neither of us have cummed yet. My cock was raw and it looked like his Luke's arm was about to fall off. He looked up at me, "Hey bro! I'm exhausted do you mind helping me with this a little bit?" a devilish smile slid across his face. (Although I was not gay and neither was he, as far as I knew. I still had to accept, he was smokin' hot, muscular arms, chest, awesome uncut cock and godly dirty blond hair. Plus I was still buzzing from the alcohal ;p). I reached over and clutched his cock like I would a gear shift. I stroked up and down sliding my hand from the tip of the shaft down to his perfectly rounded balls. Then I felt his hand grab my cock, I looked up at him and he winked at me. It was strange; after that little wink the entire atmosphere between us changed and after that moment the only thing I wanted was to feel his dock in my mouth. We both let go of eachother's cocks at the same time and I asked him, "What do I have to do to get a blow job around here, you drunk slut!" He lunged ontop of me holding my arms and legs down. Then after I wa pinned he opened his mouth, like a hungry hungry hippo and engulfed my entire erect penis. Although I loved the warmth and saliva in his mouth rubbing against my boner, the thing that made me want to explode was his tongue! It was madness; while my cock was in his mouth his tongue was lapping it like a dog. I started to moan and he realeased my penis from his jaws. I was still being held down by his hot, brilliantly shaped body. He lurched up my stomach and his mouth landed on my left nipple! If I wasn't trying as hard as I could to stop from cumming I would have totally blown a load. His tongue's moisture soaked my nipple and he worked it around in his mouth. "Holy Fuck Luke! I can't take it anymore! I'm about to cum!" I screamed at him. This warning clearly didn't mean alot to him because instead of stopping he kept licking my nipple and then grabbed my right nipple with his hand! "Slurp of my cum bitch!" I screamed as I overturned him and sat on his stomach, then I grabbbed my cock and shoved it in his mouth. "OHHHHH YES!" I moaned as I let loose my creamy semen in his mouth. I removed my cock from down his throat and looked at his face he had the biggest smile I had ever seen! Ibis cheeks were still full with my cum so I brought my face to his ear and whispered, "Dont waste my fucking cum! Swallow it Luke!" Luke took a huge gulp. "How does it taste?" I asked intently. "Amazing!" he said lickin his lips. "But dont worry you will find out soon enough bitch!" _______________________________ If you want more; make sure to email me at; [email protected] Comment and rate well please!
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James was hot, sexy and confident, with an amazing body. But Katie knew she shouldn’t feel this way about her brother. But she couldn’t help herself. She remembered the time she caught him wanking. Since that moment she had longed for his big hard shaft to penetrate her. Their sibling relationship had always been close, and this just seemed to bring them closer together. So, one day Katie decided to hatch a plan of how to seduce her brother. She knew the kind of girls he was into as he had spoken to her many times about how to get a particular girl. She dyed her hair a darker shade of blonde, drastic some may think, but to Katie, this was nothing. She needed her brother, and this was the least she could do to get him. She planned the evening carefully, when her parents were away. She informed her brother she wanted to cook them a nice meal, then spend the rest of the evening catching up, having ‘special time’ together. Katie spent all day making herself beautiful, getting her legs waxed and her pubic hair trimmed. She knew her brother preferred the ‘trim and tidy’ type as he had told her he got freaked out once by an ex who had had her whole area waxed. - James didn’t know what to think of his sisters suggestion of a nice meal. He was sure that is all she intended on it being - two siblings spending time together. But yet something niggled him. He realised his baby sister had grown up into a beautiful young lady, with a pert bottom, and the most fantastic tits. On many occasions he had wished she could help him out with his erection. But he knew this would never happen, would it? The day she had caught him wanking, he had left his bedroom door open on purpose, so that she would find him. He could tell the sight of him had turned her on, and later he overheard her playing with herself, which turned him on once again. This evening, he showered, dressed to impress, which part of his mind kept telling him was stupid, as he was only having dinner with his sister. But nevertheless, he wasn’t sure what to expect. - He was waiting in the dinning room when Katie appeared at the door wearing a short denim skirt which showed off her legs nicely, and a cute t shirt which clung to her breasts. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, and could she how hard her nipples were. She walked over to him and leant over him to pour the wine, seductively leaning into him perhaps a bit more than she would of usually. He felt her soft breast brush against his shoulder, and he could see down her top. James felt a bulge appear in his pants, and he tried to ignore it, but realised his sister had already seen it. He tried to cover it up, but it was too late. The sight of the bulge in his trousers had been enough proof for Katie that she really did turn him on. She had let her brother seen down her top deliberately. As she changed hands on the wine bottle, she accidentally on purpose let her other hand fall upon his cock. She quickly removed it, as if she hadn’t meant to do that, but it was no use. James grabbed her hand and put it back on his hard-on. She looked down at him and he leaned up to kiss her. His hands were grasping at her top, ripping it slightly as he pulled it off her. Katie’s firm bouncy breasts were unleashed and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She pulled him into the living room, onto the sofa. Their kisses were long, hard, passionate and needy. In between breaths he asked her ‘Is this what you want?’ She breathlessly replied ‘You should know me enough by now, that I always get what I want.’ He undid his trousers and took them, and his boxers off. His large cock sprang upwards and Katie knelt in front of her brother, stroking his manhood. He pushed her head forward, forcing her to take him into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, he let out a long moan. Watching her head bob up and down on his cock he couldn’t believe what they were doing, let alone his dream come true. ‘Oh my God Katie you have no idea how much Iv wanted this moment to happen.’. ‘Me too’, she replied with a mouth full. James lifted his sister back onto the sofa, caressing her breasts and inching her skirt up to her waist. Katie was wearing no knickers, which turned him on even more. His fingers found her clit and he started rubbing her, making her wetter and wetter as he kissed her. She longed for him to be inside her, she was so close to begging him, but before she could mutter a word, in one swift movement he had pushed deep into her wet pussy. She let out a slight gasp, and let herself succumb to his needs and wants. He pounded her pussy, wanting her to cum first. ‘Tell me what you want’ he said. Katie replied ‘I want to cum, I want you to let me cum. I want to be on you’. He granted her this wish, turned over, so she could slide up and down on his cock. Damn, she felt so good, he thought. She was riding him hard and fast, just the way he imagined she would, but it was even better than his imagination. He could feel her tightening up around his hard sharft. She was close to cumming and they both knew it. She beat down on his cock, taking his massive length inside deep. The feel and sound of her breath was amazing. Her moaning got louder and louder , her rhythm on him slowed as she shuddered into orgasm. It was all he could do not to cum. She turned him on so much. He flipped her over, and pushed himself deep inside her, taking her from behind. She was wimpering, and he could tell she was going to cum again. ‘Don’t cum yet’, he whispered. ‘Let us cum together’. She nodded in reply. He reached around and started to tease her nipples. This was too much to bear. His moaning let her know he was going to cum. He sped up his pumping into her, and let out a loud, long moan as he filled her pussy with his hot sticky cum. She, once again shuddered to orgasm, mixing their juices together. She flopped down onto the sofa, as he pulled out of her. She could feel their cum dribble out of her. Breathless they both stayed silent for a while. Katie and James both knew that was the best sex they had both ever had, and both knew it was sure to happen again. ‘Well I guess dinners ruined’, James said with a laugh. ‘Maybe, but that was so much better than any dinner’, Katie replied. She turned over, to face him. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. ‘Do you think it will happen again?’ she asked her brother. ‘Id like to think so,’ said James. ‘Shower?’ he asked her. ‘Come on then. Oh, you did’, Katie replied with a laugh.
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John and Becky had an amazing sex life. Nothing was off limits and they were always trying different positions. John had only fucked 2 other women before, but Becky was a bit of a horny slut, and any cock she could get, she would have. Nothing stopped her. She had lost count the amount of guys she had had since she lost her virginity 4 years ago. John found Becky quite wild, and he had to admit it, some of the things she was into he found a little scary. But most of it he was cool with, and didn’t have a problem with being introduced to new and exciting things. They had known each other through mutual friends for about a year before they started dating. The first time anything sexual had happened between John and Becky, they had spent the evening with their friends in the pub. After a few lagers, he noticed how hot she looked, and how cute her mouth looked as she sucked her vodka and coke through a straw. He couldn’t stop staring at her mouth, and soon realised he wanted to kiss her. He began flirting with her, just a little at first, but soon he was practically begging for her, and he longed to touch her. He didn’t realise that she would soon be touching him, in all the right places it would seem. John left the pub, and started to stagger back to his parents house. He had got about 100 yards up the road, when he heard someone calling his name, and footsteps running up behind him. He turned and there she was; this beautiful woman he had wanted all evening, lit up by the moonlight. She finally caught up with him, a little out of breath. Her chest heaved under her t-shirt, which turned him on. ‘So, you spend all evening flirting with me, and then you don’t even say goodbye?’ Becky question him. This took him back a little, and he replied ‘Sorry, I thought you had left already.’ ‘Yeah well, her I am, and now you can make it up to me.’ she said, with a twinkle in her eye, and with that she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. He instantly became hard, which she felt against her thigh. ‘Fuck,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Don’t mind if I do,’ She said, and ran into a nearby ally way, beckoning him to follow her. He did this, and she pushed him against the wall and kissed him again. Harder and more passionate. God, she made his cock ache for her. He couldn’t believe his luck, that he, a geeky computer engineer had managed to get his hands on the hot body of a dancer. She dropped to her knees, and looked up at him longingly. In one swift movement, she had unbuttoned his jeans, and fished his hard cock out of his boxers. She looked at it for a while, just teasing him with her fingertips. It was almost too much for him to bear, he just wanted to shove his meat in her mouth. He began moaning, and she obviously got the hint, and she started licking his hard length, her tongue flicking over the head of his erect penis. Soon, she got into a rhythm and the sight of her head bobbing up and down on his cock was an amazing one for him. He could hear people coming up the ally, getting closer to them. He whispered to her that perhaps they should go back to his house and carry on, but she didn’t stop sucking on his cock. He was thankful they were hidden in the shadows as the people walked past. He realised he found it a massive turn on, the fact that these people had been about 2 feet away, and had no idea what was going on. They could have been caught at any moment. Becky could sense he was about to cum. She wanted to feel his smooth sticky mess slide down her throat, so she started massaging his balls as well as licking and sucking his large member. John couldn’t contain himself anymore, and let himself go. It felt amazing for both of them, as lashings of his hot cum shot out into her mouth. She licked him clean, pulled away, got up off her knees, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. With that she walked off, into the night. John couldn’t believe what they had just done. He stood for a moment thinking about it, then suddenly realised he was stood in a dark ally on a freezing cold night, still with his jeans and pants round his ankles. He pulled them up, ran home, still horny over what had happened just a few minutes ago. - John and Becky had been dating for about a month, when she invited him over to her flat. She had planned to cook dinner for him, and her flat mate Sarah. Her flat was small, but in a nice part of town. They stood talking in the kitchen which joined onto the living room. They could hear her flat mate watching television. Becky whispered in john’s ear that she was horny. This didn’t surprise John. If there was one thing he had learnt about Becky over the past few weeks, it was that Becky was usually always horny, and she could always turn something mundane into something sexual. She hoisted herself up onto the work surface, and spread her legs a little. John could see she was wearing no knickers, which instantly gave him a hard-on. She could see his rock hard cock through the material of his trousers, and she pulled him towards her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her tenderly at first, then harder and more passionate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. ‘Shall we go to your room?’ he whispered. She replied with a shake of her head, and slowly unzipped his flies. She reached in for his cock, and he let out a moan. She stroked him for a while, and then she inched further to the edge of the worktop. Becky guided John’s cock to her tight vagina. As he pushed inside of her, she gasped for breath. He started to pound her sweet pussy, trying not to make too much noise because of her flatmate. Sarah, Becky’s flatmate yelled out ‘do you need a hand in there?’ ‘Urghhh, no its fine.’ replied Becky, trying to sound normal. From the angle he was fucking her, Becky knew she was close to cumming. ‘I want to taste your cum.’ John said to her, and he pulled his cock out and bent down to lick and nibble at her pussy. The feel of his warm breath against her, and the touch of his rough tongue made her even wetter, and within seconds she was cumming. He lapped at her pussy, and drank down her cum. It tasted sweet, just as he imagined it would. He stood up, put his cock back in his trousers, lifted Becky down, kissed her, and questioningly said ‘dessert?’ With this, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom for a damn good fucking. Passing through the living room she said to Sarah ‘dinner will be late.’. - One weekend, John and Becky decided to go for a walk in the local woods. John could never forget the first time Becky had given him head, down that dark ally one night. He had always wanted to repay her the favour some how, and he decided that today was the day, and he would take whatever opportunity he could get. As they wandered around the woods, the sun which had been bright and warm in the morning, was fading, and big black clouds started to appear in the sky. Before long fat raindrops started falling. They took shelter under a tree, but still got dripped on. John peered through the trees and could see some sort of hut a few metres away. John ran through the woods, and Becky followed. He reached the hut, and sat down inside, catching his breath. He looked up at Becky as she wondered in. Her t-shirt was soaked through, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, showing through her top. Her white t-shirt had gone near enough see through. Damn she was sexy, and she made him hard. He pushed her towards the wall, and pinned her there, facing away from him. He started kissing her neck, hard and rough, biting her and nibbling her ears. Becky was getting turned on by now, surprised as this was a side of John she had never seen before. But she liked it. A lot. She didn’t know what had come over him to act like this, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. She reached behind her, trying to feel his cock underneath his clothes, but he pushed her hand away. He yanked down her shorts and thong, bent her over slightly and pushed his hardness into her arsehole. She yelped in pain, but he took no notice, banging into her, again and again, pushing and driving his cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust. His throbbing cock filled her hole, and she felt like he was going to split her in two. He had given her no chance to warm up, just gone right on in there. His balls were slapping against her bum, and the sound was turning her on even more. John reached around and grabbed one of Becky’s boobs. He pinched at her nipple under her top, his thumb tracing the outline of her hard flesh. He then moved his hand down further, grazing over her toned stomach, finding her clit. He teased her for a while, then pushed a finger into her. Their moans became louder and louder, until neither could take it no more. Another finger in and she instantly came, arching her back and pushing her tits forward. This was all it took for him to be pushed over the edge. He filled her pert bottom with his hot liquid. They waited in this position for a while, let themselves get their breath back. Then he pulled out of her, and she could feel a warm trail of cum make it way between her arse cheeks. He spanked her lightly on the bum, kissed her head and said ‘that was pay back, my love.’ - One evening, Becky and John decided to go for a meal. As they were leaving the restaurant, Becky had an idea. ‘Lets go for a drive.’ she suggested. ‘Sure,’ replied John, ‘where to? What did you have in mind babe?’ ‘I’ll drive, I know somewhere nice we can go to,’ Becky said with a twinkle in her eye. They got into the car, drove for about half an hour down some country lanes, and finally she switched the engine off once they where in the corner of a car park. ‘Errmm, what are we doing here?’ John asked. ‘Relax baby, we’re just gunna have a bit of fun.’ As they sat in the car a while longer, their eyes adjusted to the dark, and John could make out other cars in the car park. To him it looked like some people were on the bonnets of their cars, and some of the cars we’re moving. He decided the darkness and the wind was playing tricks on him. He didn’t think Becky would bring him to a dogging spot, would she? ‘So what do ya think?’ She asked. ‘I ermm, I’m not sure what to think, to be honest.’ John replied. ‘Hey, we don’t have to do anything, can just watch for a bit if you want.’ Becky said, ‘But I think once we started, you would love it.’ John had to admit, it did turn him on quite a lot, knowing that others were having sex just a few metres away from them. Fuck it, he thought, what did he have to loose. He could try it, and if he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t have to do it again. He looked at Becky, looked down to her tits, further down to where her pussy was hiding underneath her skirt, and finally, his eyes rested on his raging hard-on. Jesus, he didn’t realise he had got that hard! Becky undid his trousers, and took a hold of his cock. She tugged on him for a while, turning him on so much. They got out the car, she perched on the edge of the bonnet, her legs apart. He bent down and started licking at her slit. He could taste her sweet juices as they dribbled out of her. He straightened up again, kissing her, and slid his cock deep into her. He got so turned on hearing the other people nearby fucking. One couple were being particularly vocal, and didn’t seem to have any inhabitions at all. Becky was gasping, and trying to contain her excitement. ‘Cum for me baby,’ John urged her. ‘I’m so close,’ she replied, in between deep breaths. It was no use, she needed to cum, and it needed to be soon. She let herself succumb to John’s pounding, and what she was witnessing that was going on around her. She took a deep breath, and buckled, letting out moans of pleasure of she felt the wave of orgasm envelope her. Although John was extremely turned on, he knew he wouldn’t cum tonight. Not in this situation. It just wasn’t really him, being this open about sex. He wasn’t completely comfortable here, not like this. But he was just glad Becky had been able to enjoy herself, and live out one of her fantasies which she had told him about before. - For John’s birthday, Becky took him away for the weekend. No where exotic, just to the Isle of Wight, but nevertheless, it was good to get away and spend quality time together. John usually got sea sick, so Becky decided to take his mind off the travelling. She told him she was going to the loo, and that he should follow her, and join her in there. No sooner had he walked into the bathroom, she pounced. He slammed him up against the wall, jumped up on him, and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him hard all the while. His cock went from flaccid, to a full blown hard on in seconds. She could feel his cock pressing against her as she tried to make herself comfy while balancing one foot on the bathroom sink. Her short skirt had ridden up to her waist, and her pink pussy was on show. He pulled his trousers down with one hand, whilst his other was around Becky’s waist, supporting her. He gently lifted her a bit, and then slowly lowered her down onto his stiffness. Her sharp intake of breath was all that he needed to hear from her to know he was hitting the right spot as he moved inside of her. He was banging into her hard, desperate to release his sperm deep in her tight wet pussy. He could feel her muscles closing in around him, gripping him more, as if pulling him in further. It was no use, he couldn’t hold back any more. He released his load into her, moaning into her neck as he did so. That was all it took, and the feel of him cumming in her tipped Becky over the edge. She shuddered to orgasm, and bit into his shoulder because she couldn’t contain herself. As they panted together and caught their breath, someone knocked on the door. ‘Just thought you might like to know we are docking now, madam’ said the voice from the other side of the door. John and Becky quickly got their things together, straightened themselves up, and made sure they looked presentable. ‘I think you cured my sea sickness,’ said John, with a wink. - One evening Becky had started talking about how good looking she found John's brother Rob, as well as his girlfriend Claire. John had to agree with her that Claire was a very good looking woman. So Becky suggested they have sex together, swapping partners. John wasn’t so sure though, after all, this was his brother and his girlfriend they were talking about. He brushed Becky's comments aside, and changed the subject any other time she tried to bring it up. - One Sunday morning John was woken by Becky sucking on his cock. He found this a massive turn on, and became even harder than she had already made him. She spent a while circling the tip of his cock with her tongue, and using her hands too. He could feel the loose strands of her hair tickling him. He was being turned on so much. Soon, she moved up and started kissing him. Then Becky straddled him, and slowly sat on his erect penis, inching her way down onto him, while he pushed into her tight pussy. She started to rock back and forth on his cock. He could feel her getting wetter, and speeding up. Suddenly, Becky stopped and listened. 'I can hear Rob and Claire fucking' she said to her boyfriend. 'I don’t wanna know.' said John, 'Don’t worry about them, carry on with me baby.' 'Lets have a contest,' Becky said. 'To see who can fuck the longest, and cum the loudest.' John wasn’t too convinced, but reasoned he had nothing to loose; after all, he loved the sound of people fucking and cumming. Becky started riding on his big cock once again, this time picking up more speed and becoming louder. Letting go of his inhibitions, John started being more vocal too. 'Fuck me bitch, yeh fuck me hard. You like my cock don’t you, you love my cock deep in you.,' he muttered. John started to slap her arse a little, and she leant down so her tits were just in reach of his tongue. He started flicking his tongue over her nipples, making them hard. He sucked on them, which made his cock grow even harder. He could tell she enjoyed this, as she let out loud moans. In the room next door they could hear Rob and Claire having sex. It sounded like he was doing her from behind; they could hear his balls slap against her ass. They were moaning loudly, their breathing heavy. Sometimes they could hear Claire saying she wanted him in her further, deeper and harder. All of a sudden, John and Becky could hear another noise, coming from John's parents room. They realised his parents Jean and Frank were also having sex. Jean was being particularly vocal, not caring her sons and their girlfriends could hear her. This turned Becky on so much, she accidentally called John, by his mum's name. By this time John had flipped her over, and was fucking her bum. He slapped her bum and she winced a little, but he knew she enjoyed it really. She was getting close to cumming, and they could both tell that Rob and Claire, and Jean and Frank were all nearing the finishing point too. Jean let out a scream, and Frank a deep long moan as his thick sticky spunk spurted deep inside her. Claire was breathing heavily, and Rob let out a short gasp as he unleashed his juices inside of her. This was all it took for John to let go, filling Becky's bum with his cum. Hearing the other 5 people in the house cumming, pretty much all at the same time was enough to tip Becky over the edge, who shuddered to orgasm. - An hour later, they were all sat around the dinning room table eating breakfast together, none of them bringing up the subject of what had happened earlier, but all of them secretly hoping it would happen again.
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John and Becky had an amazing sex life. Nothing was off limits and they were always trying different positions. John had only fucked 2 other women before, but Becky was a bit of a horny slut, and any cock she could get, she would have. Nothing stopped her. She had lost count the amount of guys she had had since she lost her virginity 4 years ago. John found Becky quite wild, and he had to admit it, some of the things she was into he found a little scary. But most of it he was cool with, and didn’t have a problem with being introduced to new and exciting things. They had known each other through mutual friends for about a year before they started dating. The first time anything sexual had happened between John and Becky, they had spent the evening with their friends in the pub. After a few lagers, he noticed how hot she looked, and how cute her mouth looked as she sucked her vodka and coke through a straw. He couldn’t stop staring at her mouth, and soon realised he wanted to kiss her. He began flirting with her, just a little at first, but soon he was practically begging for her, and he longed to touch her. He didn’t realise that she would soon be touching him, in all the right places it would seem. John left the pub, and started to stagger back to his parents house. He had got about 100 yards up the road, when he heard someone calling his name, and footsteps running up behind him. He turned and there she was; this beautiful woman he had wanted all evening, lit up by the moonlight. She finally caught up with him, a little out of breath. Her chest heaved under her t-shirt, which turned him on. ‘So, you spend all evening flirting with me, and then you don’t even say goodbye?’ Becky question him. This took him back a little, and he replied ‘Sorry, I thought you had left already.’ ‘Yeah well, her I am, and now you can make it up to me.’ she said, with a twinkle in her eye, and with that she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. He instantly became hard, which she felt against her thigh. ‘Fuck,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Don’t mind if I do,’ She said, and ran into a nearby ally way, beckoning him to follow her. He did this, and she pushed him against the wall and kissed him again. Harder and more passionate. God, she made his cock ache for her. He couldn’t believe his luck, that he, a geeky computer engineer had managed to get his hands on the hot body of a dancer. She dropped to her knees, and looked up at him longingly. In one swift movement, she had unbuttoned his jeans, and fished his hard cock out of his boxers. She looked at it for a while, just teasing him with her fingertips. It was almost too much for him to bear, he just wanted to shove his meat in her mouth. He began moaning, and she obviously got the hint, and she started licking his hard length, her tongue flicking over the head of his erect penis. Soon, she got into a rhythm and the sight of her head bobbing up and down on his cock was an amazing one for him. He could hear people coming up the ally, getting closer to them. He whispered to her that perhaps they should go back to his house and carry on, but she didn’t stop sucking on his cock. He was thankful they were hidden in the shadows as the people walked past. He realised he found it a massive turn on, the fact that these people had been about 2 feet away, and had no idea what was going on. They could have been caught at any moment. Becky could sense he was about to cum. She wanted to feel his smooth sticky mess slide down her throat, so she started massaging his balls as well as licking and sucking his large member. John couldn’t contain himself anymore, and let himself go. It felt amazing for both of them, as lashings of his hot cum shot out into her mouth. She licked him clean, pulled away, got up off her knees, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. With that she walked off, into the night. John couldn’t believe what they had just done. He stood for a moment thinking about it, then suddenly realised he was stood in a dark ally on a freezing cold night, still with his jeans and pants round his ankles. He pulled them up, ran home, still horny over what had happened just a few minutes ago. - John and Becky had been dating for about a month, when she invited him over to her flat. She had planned to cook dinner for him, and her flat mate Sarah. Her flat was small, but in a nice part of town. They stood talking in the kitchen which joined onto the living room. They could hear her flat mate watching television. Becky whispered in john’s ear that she was horny. This didn’t surprise John. If there was one thing he had learnt about Becky over the past few weeks, it was that Becky was usually always horny, and she could always turn something mundane into something sexual. She hoisted herself up onto the work surface, and spread her legs a little. John could see she was wearing no knickers, which instantly gave him a hard-on. She could see his rock hard cock through the material of his trousers, and she pulled him towards her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her tenderly at first, then harder and more passionate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. ‘Shall we go to your room?’ he whispered. She replied with a shake of her head, and slowly unzipped his flies. She reached in for his cock, and he let out a moan. She stroked him for a while, and then she inched further to the edge of the worktop. Becky guided John’s cock to her tight vagina. As he pushed inside of her, she gasped for breath. He started to pound her sweet pussy, trying not to make too much noise because of her flatmate. Sarah, Becky’s flatmate yelled out ‘do you need a hand in there?’ ‘Urghhh, no its fine.’ replied Becky, trying to sound normal. From the angle he was fucking her, Becky knew she was close to cumming. ‘I want to taste your cum.’ John said to her, and he pulled his cock out and bent down to lick and nibble at her pussy. The feel of his warm breath against her, and the touch of his rough tongue made her even wetter, and within seconds she was cumming. He lapped at her pussy, and drank down her cum. It tasted sweet, just as he imagined it would. He stood up, put his cock back in his trousers, lifted Becky down, kissed her, and questioningly said ‘dessert?’ With this, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom for a damn good fucking. Passing through the living room she said to Sarah ‘dinner will be late.’. - One weekend, John and Becky decided to go for a walk in the local woods. John could never forget the first time Becky had given him head, down that dark ally one night. He had always wanted to repay her the favour some how, and he decided that today was the day, and he would take whatever opportunity he could get. As they wandered around the woods, the sun which had been bright and warm in the morning, was fading, and big black clouds started to appear in the sky. Before long fat raindrops started falling. They took shelter under a tree, but still got dripped on. John peered through the trees and could see some sort of hut a few metres away. John ran through the woods, and Becky followed. He reached the hut, and sat down inside, catching his breath. He looked up at Becky as she wondered in. Her t-shirt was soaked through, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, showing through her top. Her white t-shirt had gone near enough see through. Damn she was sexy, and she made him hard. He pushed her towards the wall, and pinned her there, facing away from him. He started kissing her neck, hard and rough, biting her and nibbling her ears. Becky was getting turned on by now, surprised as this was a side of John she had never seen before. But she liked it. A lot. She didn’t know what had come over him to act like this, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. She reached behind her, trying to feel his cock underneath his clothes, but he pushed her hand away. He yanked down her shorts and thong, bent her over slightly and pushed his hardness into her arsehole. She yelped in pain, but he took no notice, banging into her, again and again, pushing and driving his cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust. His throbbing cock filled her hole, and she felt like he was going to split her in two. He had given her no chance to warm up, just gone right on in there. His balls were slapping against her bum, and the sound was turning her on even more. John reached around and grabbed one of Becky’s boobs. He pinched at her nipple under her top, his thumb tracing the outline of her hard flesh. He then moved his hand down further, grazing over her toned stomach, finding her clit. He teased her for a while, then pushed a finger into her. Their moans became louder and louder, until neither could take it no more. Another finger in and she instantly came, arching her back and pushing her tits forward. This was all it took for him to be pushed over the edge. He filled her pert bottom with his hot liquid. They waited in this position for a while, let themselves get their breath back. Then he pulled out of her, and she could feel a warm trail of cum make it way between her arse cheeks. He spanked her lightly on the bum, kissed her head and said ‘that was pay back, my love.’ - One evening, Becky and John decided to go for a meal. As they were leaving the restaurant, Becky had an idea. ‘Lets go for a drive.’ she suggested. ‘Sure,’ replied John, ‘where to? What did you have in mind babe?’ ‘I’ll drive, I know somewhere nice we can go to,’ Becky said with a twinkle in her eye. They got into the car, drove for about half an hour down some country lanes, and finally she switched the engine off once they where in the corner of a car park. ‘Errmm, what are we doing here?’ John asked. ‘Relax baby, we’re just gunna have a bit of fun.’ As they sat in the car a while longer, their eyes adjusted to the dark, and John could make out other cars in the car park. To him it looked like some people were on the bonnets of their cars, and some of the cars we’re moving. He decided the darkness and the wind was playing tricks on him. He didn’t think Becky would bring him to a dogging spot, would she? ‘So what do ya think?’ She asked. ‘I ermm, I’m not sure what to think, to be honest.’ John replied. ‘Hey, we don’t have to do anything, can just watch for a bit if you want.’ Becky said, ‘But I think once we started, you would love it.’ John had to admit, it did turn him on quite a lot, knowing that others were having sex just a few metres away from them. Fuck it, he thought, what did he have to loose. He could try it, and if he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t have to do it again. He looked at Becky, looked down to her tits, further down to where her pussy was hiding underneath her skirt, and finally, his eyes rested on his raging hard-on. Jesus, he didn’t realise he had got that hard! Becky undid his trousers, and took a hold of his cock. She tugged on him for a while, turning him on so much. They got out the car, she perched on the edge of the bonnet, her legs apart. He bent down and started licking at her slit. He could taste her sweet juices as they dribbled out of her. He straightened up again, kissing her, and slid his cock deep into her. He got so turned on hearing the other people nearby fucking. One couple were being particularly vocal, and didn’t seem to have any inhabitions at all. Becky was gasping, and trying to contain her excitement. ‘Cum for me baby,’ John urged her. ‘I’m so close,’ she replied, in between deep breaths. It was no use, she needed to cum, and it needed to be soon. She let herself succumb to John’s pounding, and what she was witnessing that was going on around her. She took a deep breath, and buckled, letting out moans of pleasure of she felt the wave of orgasm envelope her. Although John was extremely turned on, he knew he wouldn’t cum tonight. Not in this situation. It just wasn’t really him, being this open about sex. He wasn’t completely comfortable here, not like this. But he was just glad Becky had been able to enjoy herself, and live out one of her fantasies which she had told him about before. - For John’s birthday, Becky took him away for the weekend. No where exotic, just to the Isle of Wight, but nevertheless, it was good to get away and spend quality time together. John usually got sea sick, so Becky decided to take his mind off the travelling. She told him she was going to the loo, and that he should follow her, and join her in there. No sooner had he walked into the bathroom, she pounced. He slammed him up against the wall, jumped up on him, and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him hard all the while. His cock went from flaccid, to a full blown hard on in seconds. She could feel his cock pressing against her as she tried to make herself comfy while balancing one foot on the bathroom sink. Her short skirt had ridden up to her waist, and her pink pussy was on show. He pulled his trousers down with one hand, whilst his other was around Becky’s waist, supporting her. He gently lifted her a bit, and then slowly lowered her down onto his stiffness. Her sharp intake of breath was all that he needed to hear from her to know he was hitting the right spot as he moved inside of her. He was banging into her hard, desperate to release his sperm deep in her tight wet pussy. He could feel her muscles closing in around him, gripping him more, as if pulling him in further. It was no use, he couldn’t hold back any more. He released his load into her, moaning into her neck as he did so. That was all it took, and the feel of him cumming in her tipped Becky over the edge. She shuddered to orgasm, and bit into his shoulder because she couldn’t contain herself. As they panted together and caught their breath, someone knocked on the door. ‘Just thought you might like to know we are docking now, madam’ said the voice from the other side of the door. John and Becky quickly got their things together, straightened themselves up, and made sure they looked presentable. ‘I think you cured my sea sickness,’ said John, with a wink. - One evening Becky had started talking about how good looking she found John's brother Rob, as well as his girlfriend Claire. John had to agree with her that Claire was a very good looking woman. So Becky suggested they have sex together, swapping partners. John wasn’t so sure though, after all, this was his brother and his girlfriend they were talking about. He brushed Becky's comments aside, and changed the subject any other time she tried to bring it up. - One Sunday morning John was woken by Becky sucking on his cock. He found this a massive turn on, and became even harder than she had already made him. She spent a while circling the tip of his cock with her tongue, and using her hands too. He could feel the loose strands of her hair tickling him. He was being turned on so much. Soon, she moved up and started kissing him. Then Becky straddled him, and slowly sat on his erect penis, inching her way down onto him, while he pushed into her tight pussy. She started to rock back and forth on his cock. He could feel her getting wetter, and speeding up. Suddenly, Becky stopped and listened. 'I can hear Rob and Claire fucking' she said to her boyfriend. 'I don’t wanna know.' said John, 'Don’t worry about them, carry on with me baby.' 'Lets have a contest,' Becky said. 'To see who can fuck the longest, and cum the loudest.' John wasn’t too convinced, but reasoned he had nothing to loose; after all, he loved the sound of people fucking and cumming. Becky started riding on his big cock once again, this time picking up more speed and becoming louder. Letting go of his inhibitions, John started being more vocal too. 'Fuck me bitch, yeh fuck me hard. You like my cock don’t you, you love my cock deep in you.,' he muttered. John started to slap her arse a little, and she leant down so her tits were just in reach of his tongue. He started flicking his tongue over her nipples, making them hard. He sucked on them, which made his cock grow even harder. He could tell she enjoyed this, as she let out loud moans. In the room next door they could hear Rob and Claire having sex. It sounded like he was doing her from behind; they could hear his balls slap against her ass. They were moaning loudly, their breathing heavy. Sometimes they could hear Claire saying she wanted him in her further, deeper and harder. All of a sudden, John and Becky could hear another noise, coming from John's parents room. They realised his parents Jean and Frank were also having sex. Jean was being particularly vocal, not caring her sons and their girlfriends could hear her. This turned Becky on so much, she accidentally called John, by his mum's name. By this time John had flipped her over, and was fucking her bum. He slapped her bum and she winced a little, but he knew she enjoyed it really. She was getting close to cumming, and they could both tell that Rob and Claire, and Jean and Frank were all nearing the finishing point too. Jean let out a scream, and Frank a deep long moan as his thick sticky spunk spurted deep inside her. Claire was breathing heavily, and Rob let out a short gasp as he unleashed his juices inside of her. This was all it took for John to let go, filling Becky's bum with his cum. Hearing the other 5 people in the house cumming, pretty much all at the same time was enough to tip Becky over the edge, who shuddered to orgasm. - An hour later, they were all sat around the dinning room table eating breakfast together, none of them bringing up the subject of what had happened earlier, but all of them secretly hoping it would happen again.
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‘Half true-half fantasy’ kind of story. It starts slow but gets hotter as the story moves on. Since most of the details are true, you’ll find some paragraphs of description, conversations, and real life effects. I did rush it on for the convenience of my readers when the characters are talking on the phone. I hope you’ll like the story. I’m eagerly waiting for your feedback. Enjoy! ~ Erotica Lover........................... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all happened because of two character flaws in me. If I were not late for the conference, I would not meet her and if I were not too talkative, she might not be attracted to me, at least not as much as she did. The chance meeting with her reminded me of Hardy’s thesis of imminent will or overpowering role of fate in our lives. It was absolutely a chance meeting between two strangers, apparently for no reason and surely without any intended initiative. It was just that I left my hotel for the conference in the nick of time and half way down the road, my old, beautiful, sweetheart, one and only Volkswagen Beetle broke down. I did not know what happened with her. She just stopped right in the middle of the road. I tried hard to get it to work but failed. Since the time was not favoring me, I did not want to be a mechanic with my new tweed suit on, so I thought better of it. Somehow, I pulled it to the roadside, locked it, and stood by the road looking for a ride. There was no cab in view and I was sweating profusely, not because of the sun that was shining pretty bright on me, but because of the thought of harsh stares on me when I would enter the conference room late. From far, I saw a car coming towards me. When it got nearer, it was my favorite one, Toyota Camry. I don’t know why I love this car but I do and I don’t think it should be termed as cheating on my beautiful Beety. I raised my hand towards the driver for a lift and fortunately, the car stopped a few strides ahead. Rushing towards it, I reached the driver’s side and saw the most beautiful pair of eyes looking at me. Even her voice was melodious when she asked, “What can I do for you?” I managed to tell her the whole story in the shortest possible time and fortunately she agreed to give me lift. Sitting on the passenger seat, I extended my hand saying, “It’s James ... James Miller.” It seems she had to think hard before giving me her hand (no pun intended! :). “I’m Jane,” she said. Her hand was soft as velvet. I wanted to keep it in mine for long but I thought better of it. “Thank you so much Jane. If you didn’t stop, I’d have surely been late for the conference. I’m going to be the second speaker and you can imagine very well what would happen if they call on me and I was not there. I hope I hadn’t bothered you too much?” I asked her after explaining to her the situation in one breath. Her eyes were focused on the road while she said, “No, not at all. I was actually going down the same way. So it’s perfectly fine for me.” I was continuously looking into her eyes. They fascinated me as the moon fascinates a snake. Probably she wanted to divert my attention from her face when she asked me about the nature of conference I was attending. Her question triggered my talkative bit, not only because I loved my work that I sure did. Most importantly, I wanted to talk with her as much as I could. “I’m a researcher, working in a think tank on human security issues, and I’m here to participate in a conference on challenges to human security,” I told her without looking away for a second. This was just tip of the iceberg and I went on telling her my educational background, my deep interest in the field of research and in human security issues. It went on and on. It was such a wonderful experience of observing her facial expressions while I was telling her my accomplishments. There is nothing in admitting that I just wanted to talk with her about anything. I talked non-stop until we reached the hotel. I didn’t want to go into that dry conference. “Well, what do you do Jane?” I saw that surprised look in her eyes as if asking me, “Aren’t you getting late for the conference?” But she told me that she was a mother of two kids and worked with her father in his car showroom. I wanted to be right there with her, yet I knew I had to leave. My stream of consciousness was just going on single track, thinking how to see her again. Just before getting off the car, I had an idea. “It is very nice of you Jane. If you didn’t pick me up from there, I know I wouldn’t be able to make it to this conference. I really feel obliged and I would want you to have lunch with me. Please don’t say no. It’d be nothing more than lunch. Since I don’t know anyone in this city, I’d really be grateful if you could spend some time with this lonely soul,” I tried to do the best I could with language, words and facial expressions for her to know I really wanted her company. Her face and eyes were showing everything that she was thinking right at that moment. Sometimes, it seemed she was going to say ‘no’ and at times, she seemed convinced. In just a few moments, I saw multiple expressions on her face. “I’m flattered that you asked James, but ...” I knew what she was going to say and I interrupted her in the most polite manner I could come up with. “Please don’t say no. I promise you a very nice lunch and interesting time with a total gentleman that I am.” And I knew that did it. She said, “OK, I’d be here at 12:30 but I’ll have to go back to pick up my kid from school at 2:45.” It seemed I was flying in the air, and I could pluck any star I wanted to right at that moment. “Thank you so much Jane. It will be a great honor for me to host you at lunch.” I know I couldn’t hold my excitement and that put a big smile on Jane’s lovely face. She asked me to give her my Beety’s keys and she’d get it fixed at her father’s workshop. I happily did that, we exchanged numbers, shook hands, and she drove on. All through the conference, I was physically very much there but my mind was talking with Jane non-stop. She seemed a very nice girl who maintained herself so well. Nails were perfectly manicured, makeup was tastefully applied, and dark brown hair had been curled and the tresses fell past her shoulders. “I think she’d be in her mid 20s or late 20s at the most, but she’s as innocent as a baby girl. What will you talk with her about at lunch? ... Well, I think most likely about cars, because she wouldn’t be much interested in politics. Or what about fashion? But I don’t think she’d care much about it. Didn’t you see how simple she was! I think simplicity is ...” I was talking with myself when the chairman of the first session at the conference invited me to present my topic and a participant on my right poked his elbow in my rib to awake me from my day dreaming. I didn’t really know what I said in the conference and when the session ended for lunch break, I went to the organizer of the conference and told her I wasn’t feeling well and I might skip the next session. She gave me the dirtiest possible looks and then nodded. I almost ran to the hotel gate and paced up and down with my hands rubbing the salt out of them. It was past 12:30 and I started feeling that she wouldn’t come. I wanted to call her but refrained myself from doing so. My heart said she’d be here in any moment and I wanted her here without any further pressure but my mind was saying I shouldn’t take a chance. As this battle was going on, I saw that beloved Camry coming. I had this instant and big smile on my face. I briskly reached the parking area, got to her car and opened the car door for her to come out. “Hello again, thanks for this royal greeting James,” she smirked coming out of the car. I extended my hand to her. I just had to feel the softness of her hand again. So taking her extended hand in mine, I replied, “You’re most welcome, your highness. I feel elated with the honor that you so generously bestowed upon me with your gracious company.” In response, I got the most beautiful smile ever, and it seemed she was finding words to compete but then she just smilingly said, “you really know how to please a girl’s heart.” My naughty self came up again as I responded with a playful smile, “Won’t you like to know what other parts of a girl I really know how to please?” The blush on her pinkie cheeks was worth-seeing. I didn’t want to scare her off so without taking this mischievous moment on, I motioned towards the restaurant. It was an intense moment. We just met and talked for only half an hour or so in the car and now we were here in this beautiful romantic environment of the posh restaurant. There was a momentary silence until I thought to break the ice and asked her, “What exactly you do at your father’s car showroom?” This question started off our wonderful luncheon with her telling me all about her work there from managing books to marketing and importing cars to reaching clients. It naturally led to a bit more personal life of hers as she told me how difficult it was to raise two young boys of 6 and 4 as a single mother, and to the death of her husband in Iraq two years ago. It was painful seeing her teary eyes while she was telling me how nice and understanding her husband was and how she despised the immoral and unjust Iraq war that Bush started for benefiting US oil mafia and that killed so many precious lives of Americans and Iraqis. The discussion took interesting turns from politics to religion, modern-day societies, relationships, different lifestyles, and then again to cars. We were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn’t realize it was already 2:30. We both didn’t seem to want to leave the table just yet. But I knew she had to go and try I might, she wouldn’t stop. After saying goodbye pleasantries, I asked her, “You know I’ll be here for two more days. Will you mind it terribly if I called you in the evening after I reach my hotel.” She pondered on it for a while and then said while walking to her car, “Sure , I enjoyed talking with you today James. In fact, after a long time I felt being myself. I’ve almost forgot how beautiful and interesting conversations could be.” I opened the car door for her and before getting in, Jane presented her hand. I looked down at the hand, then into her eyes and again at her hand, and taking it in mine I looked into her eyes once again and told her how happy she made me just with her presence and how I looked forward to seeing her more. It seemed she was not sure about meeting again but she smiled that beautiful smile and nodded. I waved her while she drove to the exit gate of hotel when she suddenly stopped, lowered down the window, turned her head back towards me and said, “Your car is ready at my showroom. You can pick it up from there whenever you get free from here. Good bye James.” At that very moment, I realized why people hated goodbyes but a smile crept up my lips thinking that Jane accepted my request of calling her in the evening. After the last session of the conference, I took a cab to Jane’s car showroom with a hope to see her again but alas, she was not there. I came to know that she would usually get off at 5 or 5:30 and I just missed her by 10 minutes. I took the keys and drove straight to the hotel. All the way, I was thinking about Jane, how simple yet elegant she was; so good in developing conversations and so rational in analyzing very complex things whether they were related to politics, religion, society or business world and political economy. I did not find any stereotypical views in her discussion. I realized how easy it was to talk with her. Just being with her was a great pleasure. I wanted to call her as soon as I entered my hotel room but I wanted to take shower first and get fresh before we start our evening meeting on phone. Taking shower was really a good idea as I felt myself getting re-energized. Thinking about her during shower gave me this big hard on and I realized that it was the first time I was thinking about her sexually. I did not know her age, yet she had a great body for a mother of two. As much as I could see her figure under her very professional attire, I could guess she had handful of breasts that seemed perky enough to get even a dead man’s mouth watery. Standing at around 5’6” or 5’ 7”, she had an athletic figure with flat stomach, long legs smooth and strong, and a perfectly round ass. Above all, she had very dreamy, deep brown eyes – a metaphor for deep sea with all its ebb and flow. I wondered for a brief moment whether she was also curious about me so much or whether she was also waiting to talk with me as eagerly as I did. I might get to know it soon. By now, it was around 7 pm and I thought to give her a little more time with her kids. I laid down on the bed naked and continued stroking my very hard cock thinking about her more. I wanted her to be here with me, snuggling and cuddling with me on this bed. Just thinking about it made my cock ooze some thick droplets of precum. As the restlessness grew further, I thought of talking with her in text messages before calling her on phone. “Wuzzup Jane? Thinking bout our afternoon meetin?or thinkin wat we’d talk on fone in a few mins? ;)” With my heart beating very fast, I pressed the sent button and then stared at the screen for what seemed like ages. I waited and waited, but did not get any response. A little disappointed, I placed order for dinner, took my book out and started reading. With book in one hand and cock in the other, I just could not concentrate on the words. It was as if I was watching a movie of Jane and I in the pages of book. The message tone of my cell brought me back to reality, giving me that special churning in my stomach. I opened the message that read, “Jus feedin ma kids,thot bout it a lil. Wat r u doin now?” That evil smile got bigger as I typed, “Lying in bed ...... naked! TMI, right?” To this message, I got an instant reply, “Jamessss, wat got in yr head. U were quite a gentleman at lunch and now.... lol, and wat’s tmi?” That ‘lol’ was enough to tell me that she did not mind it, so I thought of taking it a little further. “well, taking matter in hand:), I jus said im lying naked, was it really tmi? I didnt tell u wat i am doin, did I?” “u r being too much now, no, u didn tell me dat n i don wanna know. Hehehe,” Jane replied, giving me a baton to move on the same track. “i’ve no cure 4 dirty minds:) a penny 4 yr thought: wat do u really think i was doin?” I knew for sure the exchanging texts was opening a new chapter in our lives, and I believed I would love every word of it. It seemed Jane was also waiting for my text as eagerly as I did because I got an instant reply, “not tellin u ne thin.yr a dirty ol man.i think i’d better switch off my cell until u clean up the mess upstairs:).” With that smiley from Jane, I thought of taking a chance and typed, “u thot i was touchin myself, didnt u?” My cock was getting harder with all these innuendos. I was impatiently waiting for her next message. My heart pounding in my chest so hard that it seemed it would come out any time. She did not reply for a long time. It was almost fifteen minutes. I was cursing myself for sending that message. Even after thirty minutes, there was no response. “I’ve ruined everything for sure,” I thought to myself. Even my cock was showing its anger by turning its head to right, lying so passively on my thigh. Every passing second was taking a toll on me. I had hundred and one different thoughts running through my mind in a second, both optimistic and pessimistic. I had to have her back somehow; yet I decided to wait for her next reply to be on safer side. I looked at the clock. It was almost 9 pm now. “You’d better send her one more message and if she doesn’t reply, then call it a night,” I told myself when the door was knocked and at the same moment, my mobile chimed. For a moment, I was not sure whether to open the door first or check out the text. Then I realized I could do both at the same time. How true Francis Bacon was, “It is impossible to love and to be wise.” I opened the message box and asked loudly, “who’s it?” and hearing “room service,” I shouted “come in” a little too loud while I opened the message. I was so relieved to see it with such a big smile on my face that even the butler smiled as if he knew everything. Her text was like golden words for me as it read, “Wat else can i expect from a dirty ass lyin naked. Doncha hav nethin gud 2 do Mr. Miller.” As I was reading the message for the second time and forming a naughtier message in my mind, she sent another text that said, “sorry for taking so long.i was tuckin my kids in bed n tellin dem nite time story.” This message relieved me even further. Now I was pretty relaxed and my dirty mind was at full swing. My next text to her was, “u cant expect a book in my hand?and as if u neve touched yrself:)!” Her reply to this was quick, “I can expect a book in yr hand but im not sure bout de oder hand.” She was really quick in typing text messages as her followup message didnt take more than thirty seconds that said, “we all have needs, dont we?but i dont do it all the time as u do. Hehehe.” I was wondering how come she was being so open to sexual innuendos when she was so shy at lunch but I kept this question for future consumption as I replied, “ya, we do but there’r not many who’d admit it.i think its time i call u now, ready for it?” Jane’s reply to it was bold, so provocative that even my cock woke up from its deep slumber; maybe to see if it was needed. “Ready4what James.dont read too much into it.switch off yr dirty mind b4 callin me or im not takin yr call.lol.” Instinctively, my left hand replaced the book with my cock and right hand dialed her number. It seemed she picked up the call before the bell rang. I heard her say chuckling, “You’re a dirty man James,” and she giggled. “Oh really! And what do you think about yourself when you were talking about my hands? Wasn’t it a dirty mind Janey?” I replied but immediately felt that I said something wrong, as she went silent and when she spoke, she uttered next few words in pretty serious tone. “Please don’t call me Janey. It hurts,” she said and went silent again. The air was getting heavy. I was trying to find something to say when she spoke again, “My husband used to call me Janey, you know ... you are so much like Dave. You talk and create fun, play with words and force people to smile even when they are stressed. For a few seconds, I thought I was texting with him when we started exchanging messages. It feels good to find another man I can be open and frank with and at the same time, it’s so painful. I hope you understand the point James.” Silence prevailed for quite a while. I wanted her to say whatever was there in her heart and mind. However, when the silence continued, I stuttered, “Well, I don’t know what I should say. I can feel the pain you’ve been going through but as you said it during our conversation at lunch, life moves on, and we need to move along with it.” I wanted to change the mood of this conversation so I quickly added, “By the way, I assume our little innuendos must have got you a little uneasy somewhere else too. Wet, aren’t you?” My efforts got an immediate result, a long “Jameeeeeeeeees” and then “If you exposed your real dirty self to me at lunch, I would never agree to give you my number and permission to call me.” She giggled and I knew we could move ahead in that line. So I insisted, “You didn’t answer my question, are you?” I heard a little rustling and fumbling before i heard a sigh from her side as she said, “You’re really too much. And no, I’m not giving you any answer to your naughty banters.” “How will you feel Jane, how will you feel if I enter your room while you are busy with your showroom papers, hold you from back and kiss the side of your neck.” I didn’t stop there as I wanted to make her feel wanted. I wanted her to squirm in delight. I wanted to hear her moans and groans. So I asked her,“What are you wearing?" “James please don’t,” she replied in a hissing tone. But after a small pause, Jane answered, “yes to your earlier question and sweat suit is the answer to your second one.” “Fine, all right. I think we should not let this opportunity of knowing each other deeply go waste.” I winked and then realized she could not see me over the phone. It seemed she had some fears inside her that put her in a deep trance. But it seemed she came out of it quickly, “And you James.” I quickly replied, “Nothing.” “Oh, James," she uttered. Then, with heavy sarcasm, “So dirty.” “Thank you. But you know, since I'm already pretty much naked, it's only fair if you are, too.” “What??? You want me to take off my clothes? James, are you in your senses?” “Very much,” I answered. “I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it.” She seemed a little shocked as she gasped but then I felt as if she was getting in the mood. I was just observing the changes in the pattern of her breathing. It was like a blind man trying to figure out what was happening around. “Will you be surprised if i tell you i’m not wearing much either.” “But you said you had sweat suit on?” I asked wondering what was actually going on there. “Well, I took off my shirt before i moved to bed and i was not wearing anything underneath.” I chuckled knowing that she avoided the word ‘bra’ or ‘underwear’, “and you think I’m dirty ol’ man.” After a little pause just to keep my breath under control, I said again, “Talk to me, baby,” with a sensual tone. “Describe everything.” “Well, I took off my shirt earlier, and wasn’t wearing a ... aaaa.... a” “Bra,” I said to complete the sentence, and then asked her, “So what can I see now, any other shield hiding Jane’s ...” “Everything, almost. I'm naked. Well, half naked. You can see my breasts, and my nipples. My nipples are getting hard.” “Mmm,” I replied. “I love your tits. I want to feel them. Can I put my big, rough hands on them?” “Yessssssss,” she said. “Please touch them James. Ohhhh! Yes, I want you to touch them dirty ol’ man.” Her breathing was saying her body was responding quite positively. Just thinking about it was making my cock harder. I asked her to lie down on the bed and close her eyes. “Just imagine my hands touching them ... oh yeah Jane, they feel so nice. Do you like me touching you like this? Do you like me squeezing your tits and pulling your hard nipples?” “Yeah,” was her instant reply. Her voice was softer, her breathing disturbed. “Touch yourself with your hand the way you imagine me touching them, and describe it all,” I instructed her. She told me her free hand moved to her tits and she began rubbing and kneading them, gently twisting her nipples between her fingers as she described. "Can I lick them, Jane?" I asked. I just heard hissing sounds, trembling and troubling breath. "Please, yesssssssss." I continued, “Let me suck on those big tits.” “Okay...” was her only response and I could feel she must have had to made an effort to even say this one word, showing how aroused she was. “I'm licking them all over. Can you feel it?” “Yessssssss.” She was breathing harder now. She described that she pushed one of her large breasts up towards her mouth and gave it a long, slow, wet lick. “Tell me what you feel, baby.” Jane had to swallow hard before she could obey, “I can feel your tongue on my tits. It's so warm and wet. My whole chest is tingling.” “Just your chest?” I was quick and ready to make full use of every opportunity at hand. “No. I'm getting wet, too.” “That's good,” I continued. “That's good, Jane. Are your pants still on?” “Just a second,” she answered. I could hear her getting up off the bed, still holding the phone to her ear, as I could clearly hear her breath. “Describe it to me as you take them off. Tell me what I can see.” “OK.” she began pulling her sweat pants down slowly. “You can see just the top of my butt now.” “Oh, baby. You're teasing me, huh? My big cock is so hard for you right now.” Jane pulled her pants down further, revealing just her backside. “Now you can see my whole butt.” “Mmm. That ass is just perfect, baby. Can I hold it? Can I squeeze those cheeks with my hands?” “Yeahhhhh.” “Can you feel me?” I asked. “Yesssssssss.” She slid her hand across her butt and squeezed one of her cheeks. Then she traced her crack with her finger. It caused her to moan just slightly, which caught her off guard. “Oh, you like that, don't you?” I said. “You like it when I rub your ass. But what about that juicy pussy of yours? Can I see that, yet?” Jane let her pants drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them and lay back onto the bed, again closing her eyes. She told me she could smell her wet, throbbing sex in the room as if this wonderful smell filled the room like never before. “Is it hairy, trimmed or shaved.” I asked her. “It needs shaving James.” “OK. Spread your legs, and tickle the hair just above your slit. I like the feel of pussy when it is shaved.” She told me she hadn't had much motivation lately to cut it. The blond curls covering her mound were only about half of an inch long, and I told her I would like her to change that in the morning. “Yes,” she answered. “Now you can see all of me. I'm completely naked.” “Oh my gawwwd, you are so hot, baby,” I said. “I'm going to finger you now. Can I do that? Can I put my finger in your pussy, Jane?” She told me she slid her finger over her wet slit and then dipped it inside herself. Her body trembled, as did her voice. “Ye—yes.” She was breathing very hard now. “You're so wet,” I said in a husky deep voice. “I put my finger on your pussy lips and you just sucked me right in, didn't you? God, you're so hot Jane. So hot and tight, even on my finger." She began moving not just one but now two fingers in and out of her pussy. “Yeah,” she managed to choke out. “It feels so good.” “Now I want to fuck you,” I announced. “I want to stuff this big dick of mine right up your tight little cunt. You want that?” She hesitated, then said, “No.” "No?" the surprise and a kind of shock was evident in my voice. I was taken aback a little, but tried to keep things going. “Oh yes you do. You want me to fuck you with my hard cock until we both cum...” “James, no,” she said again. If I was confused by the sudden turn of events, it seemed she was in shock on her end too. She explained without ceasing the movements of her fingers that for almost the entire session, she had been trying to imagine that she was doing it with her deceased husband. But when I talked about taking it to the next level, she could not deny it. It was not her husband in her imagination at all. It was James, the person she had just met and talked for a few hours, not the handsome dream-boy who fathered her kids. This turn of event shocked her too. I realized that it was just too much and too sudden a change for her. It wasn't her military boy who had touched Jane's breasts and nipples; it was I that she was imagining. I had sucked her breasts. I had squeezed her ass. I had slid a finger into her wet pussy. And now, hearing my voice describing my “big dick” and “hard cock” was just too much. “Whether to let that feeling go and begin a new life or stick to the person who will never be back” was the question she was pondering. It felt weird, and it was taking Jane right out of the fantasy. She couldn't believe what she was wanting, but she couldn't deny it either. “All right,” she seemed to have made up her mind. Still catching her breath, she took control of the conversation without missing a beat, “No James, not yet, bec’z first I wanna taste that big hard cock. Is it wet with pre-cum?” I knew at that very moment, life will not be same; neither for me, nor for Jane... ---------------------------------------- Second part is coming along pretty soon. But how soon depends on the feedback I get. Do let me know if you like the story and if you want me to continue it on.
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And Sister makes three – Part two. Susie, my wife, couldn’t stop talking about the fun we had with her sister Becky. She couldn’t stop talking about eating her pussy for the first time. She had no idea that eating a woman would be so much fun, and it being her sister made it that much better. I told her that I’d never forget the picture I have in my mind of the two of them locked into a sixty-nine, their faces shoved into each other’s pussies. When Becky left that night, she asked if she could come back for more fun some time. Susie and I talked it over and thought that maybe it would be ok to try one more time. Susie and I love each other and don’t want anything to come between us. Susie called her sister the next day and they set a date for our next adventure together. Susie informed me that Becky would be able to spend the night this time because her husband has started working the over night shift. Now he didn’t get home till after Becky left for work, she felt sure she wouldn’t get caught. On the appointed night, Susie and I were in our tub taking a bath together before Becky was to arrive. We were splashing around playing with each other like we were little kids when Becky walked in, early. She laughed at us and asked if she could wash us. Susie threw her the sponge and told her to get naked. I was staring at her as she striped, and Susie leaned forward, squeezed my dick and asked if I liked what I was looking at. I told her that I couldn’t get over how much there bodies were alike. Becky got on her knees next to the tub and started soaping up the sponge and told me that she was going to wash me first. She started by washing my face and neck. She was rubbing the sponge around getting me soapy, and then she’d stroke me with her hands. It was incredibly sensual. She rinsed me and started on my back. It felt so amazing, that my dick was rock hard. She told me to lean back and she started working on my chest and stomach. I put my head back and started to moan. As she finished she told me to get on all fours so she could wash my ass. I did, and leaned forward and started sucking on my wife’s nipples. I looked up at her and told her to get ready for this, cause it was fucking wonderful. Becky started running the sponge up and down the crack of my ass. When she got it real soapy, she put the sponge down and started with her hands. Then she put her other hand around the front and started rubbing my cock with the soap. She had me breathing hard by the time she started working a finger up my ass. My wife moved up and sat on the front edge of the tub so I could get my face into her cunt. Becky dropped the soap and started jacking my soapy dick and put another finger up my ass. She got in behind me and began to lick and kiss my ass. After a few minutes Susie pushed my face hard into her pussy and she started to cum. When her love juice started flowing into my mouth, it triggered my orgasm. I was groaning into my wife’s pussy as my cock was emptying into the tub. Becky was rotating her finger in my ass and she kept milking my dick. Becky took her finger out of my ass and used that hand to massage my draining balls while she continued to squeeze my cock dry. After a couple minutes I sat upright and tried to catch my breath. My wife got back into the cum filled water, put her arms around me and kissed me hard. Then we looked at Becky and we all smiling. Becky looked at her sister and told her that it was her time to get clean. She told us to get out of the water and drain the tub. Becky wanted to shower with her sister. We got out of the tub, and the sisters melted into each other arms and started kissing passionately. I got the water running for them and then just stepped back to watch. It was an incredible sight watching them kiss and groping their bodies. This was still new to them and they were enjoying their incestuous sex. If Susie had been as tall as her sister, they’d look like twins. It was an amazing site. They stepped into the shower and I told them not to pull the curtain ‘cause I didn’t want to miss a thing. Becky asked Susie to stand at the back of the tub, out of the spray, so she could start soaping her up. My dick was a steel rod as I watched the sisters move around in the tub, wet and soapy from head to toe. My wife was getting washed from top to bottom, with particular attention to her boobs. Becky hadn’t come close to her pussy yet. She had Susie turn her back to her and then she put her arms around her. She rubbed her tits into Susie’s back as she was pinching her nipples and kissing her neck. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Two women, almost mirror images of each other, slippery wet and pressed together, griped with passion that I could only imagine. Becky was whispering into Susie’s ear, and I couldn’t hear what she said, but Susie then turned around and started kissing her sister on the mouth with the shower raining down over them. It just kept getting better. They were sucking each other tongues and caressing their bodies with exploring hands. Becky, being a good six inches taller, had to bend down a little to get her hand to Susie’s pussy. She just cupped it to begin with, but then started moving her hand softly over the whole thing. Becky then told her sister to swap places with her so the water would be running down Susie’s back. Becky had to sit on the bottom of the tub, because Susie is so much shorter, so she could put her face into her sisters’ hot wet muff. Becky started moving her tongue up and down Susie’s pussy lips, and Susie opened her legs a little more so it was better access for her sister to lick her cunt. I got in the tub behind Susie because she looked like she might need some help standing, as she was shaking from the tongue lashing she was getting from her sister. I wrapped my arms around her and started caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. I whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked. I told her that I’d never seen anything as hot as the two of them. Becky started to suck on Susie’s clit and pushed a couple fingers into her waiting love hole. Susie grabbed her sister’s head and held it as she started a wild orgasm. She threw her head back screaming with joy as she was humping her sister’s face and fingers. She kept her orgasm going for several minutes, and then went limp in my arms, and I had to hold her up. When Susie regained her senses, her sister stood up and they kissed deeply. I put my arms around both of them, and told them that I loved them both. We got out of the tub and dried each other, kissing and fondling the whole time. I just couldn’t believe how wonderful this was. The sex was great and dirty, but with so much love it became something more beautiful than any of us had experienced before. We went into our small living room and cuddled on the couch. I got a joint out, and we shared it and got real mellow. Susie got up and went into the kitchen to get us some wine. Becky and I were making out when she got back. Susie told us to continue and she would be right back. She left the room and came back with our digital camera, and started to take pictures of us kissing and feeling each other up. Then Susie started directing us. She told us to lay down and for Becky to stroke my dick as we kissed. Then she had her sister get between my legs and suck my dick. She’d take pictures when Becky was just kissing the head and then it was all the way down her throat. She then had us change places so I could eat her pussy while see snapped away. It was big fun, but she wouldn’t let us get too worked up in any one position. I took the camera from her and told her that I wanted to take pictures of them. I got pictures of them kissing, sucking each other’s nipples and finally eating each other out. I knew that we’d have fun looking at these later. We took a break for some wine and talked about how great this was. None of us thought this experience would be as wonderful, almost joyful, as it was. We were glowing with pleasure. Becky said that she would like to do this more with us, a lot more. We decided that we should talk about it when we weren’t stoned and naked. Becky then reminded us of the promise we’d made the last time before she left. She got her purse and pulled her vibrating dildo out. We all smiled as we remembered telling her how Susie likes me to fuck her ass as she would fucks her pussy with her dildo. Susie went to our bedroom and got her dildo and some lube, because she didn’t want to be left out of any fun. I told them that they should get into the sixty-nine position again and have some fun together before I joined in. They got on the floor with Becky on top again. I stayed on the couch, fired up another joint, drank some wine, and just watched them. They started by licking and kissing each other’s inner thighs and slowly made there way around their pussies. It was like watching a dance where they both took the same steps at the same time. It was incredible. They stared licking each other pussy and rubbing their love nubs. You could see the juices flowing freely our of both love gashes. Susie said it was time for some fucking. The both got their dildos, turned them on, and started moving them around their sweet pussy lips. My dick was throbbing as I watched this erotic scene before me. I knew in minutes I’d have my cock buried into Becky’s beautiful ass for the first time. I got the camera back out, and started taking more pics. They slowly started pushing their dildos in. When they got to this point, I got behind Becky and started rubbing some lube in her brown hole. She responded by moving her hips back to my fingers. I slowly started working a finger into her ass. When I got three in, I stroked some lube onto my shaft and then poised it at her puckered ass. She was moaning and fucking Susie harder. Susie took her face from her sister’s clit and told me to stick my cock into Becky’s ass. I slowly started pushing it in her brown hole bowels. Becky was moaning almost uncontrollably. I was pumping in and out, and each time I’d push it a little farther in. It took a while to get it all the way in, and by then Becky was sobbing with joy. She was also flooding Susie with her pussy juice. The feeling was amazing. Between her tight ass gripping me, feeling the vibrator that Susie was pushing her sister’s ass, my cock was hot as a fireplace poker. Becky was in a state of almost constant orgasm. She had forgotten all about fucking her sister and had her head thrown back screaming as I pumped my dick deep in and out of her sweet ass. Susie reached up and started rubbing my balls and telling me to cum in Becky’s ass. She told me she would suck my dick clean when I pulled it out of her sister’s ass. That’s when I started shooting my hot loads of cum into my sister-in-laws ass. I pushed in as far as I could into her hot ass and howled with pleasure as I shot wad after wad deep into her. Susie took my dick out of Becky’s ass, and started sucking it clean. She got what little cum was left in my balls then popped my dick out of her mouth like a Champagne cork. As I fell back off the two of them, Susie started licking the cum that was running out of Becky’s well-fucked asshole. She told us that she loved the musky taste of her ass on my cum. We fell over into a fleshy mass on the floor, and I looked into my wife’s eyes and told her how much I loved her. I told her that she had given her sister and I so much pleasure tonight. Becky snuggled behind her and kissed Susie’s neck and told her how much she loved her for sharing me with her. She said that she’d NEVER, EVER, had anything that felt that good as what we’d done together. Becky turned to lie on her back. She looked at both of us and said she’d never felt so close to two people in her life. She said at one point, in the middle of our orgasmic passion, she thought we were like one person, sweating, breathing, and moving, as one. Becky and I took turns kissing Susie’s supple lips as she was cooing happily. My wife then said that she wished this didn’t have to end. Becky and I looked up with big eyes and let that set in. Susie said that we should go to bed, get some sleep, and talk about it in the morning. In the morning we slept in longer than we should have, and we all were going to be late for work, but we had that morning after sex glow and didn’t mind. We talked about what we were going to do now that it seemed this was much more than just a fuck session. What Beck does and what we decide to do together will be in the Part 3.
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‘Half true-half fantasy’ kind of story. It starts slow but gets hotter as the story moves on. Since most of the details are true, you’ll find some paragraphs of description, conversations, and real life effects. I did rush it on for the convenience of my readers when the characters are talking on the phone. I hope you’ll like the story. I’m eagerly waiting for your feedback. Enjoy! ~ Erotica Lover........................... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all happened because of two character flaws in me. If I were not late for the conference, I would not meet her and if I were not too talkative, she might not be attracted to me, at least not as much as she did. The chance meeting with her reminded me of Hardy’s thesis of imminent will or overpowering role of fate in our lives. It was absolutely a chance meeting between two strangers, apparently for no reason and surely without any intended initiative. It was just that I left my hotel for the conference in the nick of time and half way down the road, my old, beautiful, sweetheart, one and only Volkswagen Beetle broke down. I did not know what happened with her. She just stopped right in the middle of the road. I tried hard to get it to work but failed. Since the time was not favoring me, I did not want to be a mechanic with my new tweed suit on, so I thought better of it. Somehow, I pulled it to the roadside, locked it, and stood by the road looking for a ride. There was no cab in view and I was sweating profusely, not because of the sun that was shining pretty bright on me, but because of the thought of harsh stares on me when I would enter the conference room late. From far, I saw a car coming towards me. When it got nearer, it was my favorite one, Toyota Camry. I don’t know why I love this car but I do and I don’t think it should be termed as cheating on my beautiful Beety. I raised my hand towards the driver for a lift and fortunately, the car stopped a few strides ahead. Rushing towards it, I reached the driver’s side and saw the most beautiful pair of eyes looking at me. Even her voice was melodious when she asked, “What can I do for you?” I managed to tell her the whole story in the shortest possible time and fortunately she agreed to give me lift. Sitting on the passenger seat, I extended my hand saying, “It’s James ... James Miller.” It seems she had to think hard before giving me her hand (no pun intended! :). “I’m Jane,” she said. Her hand was soft as velvet. I wanted to keep it in mine for long but I thought better of it. “Thank you so much Jane. If you didn’t stop, I’d have surely been late for the conference. I’m going to be the second speaker and you can imagine very well what would happen if they call on me and I was not there. I hope I hadn’t bothered you too much?” I asked her after explaining to her the situation in one breath. Her eyes were focused on the road while she said, “No, not at all. I was actually going down the same way. So it’s perfectly fine for me.” I was continuously looking into her eyes. They fascinated me as the moon fascinates a snake. Probably she wanted to divert my attention from her face when she asked me about the nature of conference I was attending. Her question triggered my talkative bit, not only because I loved my work that I sure did. Most importantly, I wanted to talk with her as much as I could. “I’m a researcher, working in a think tank on human security issues, and I’m here to participate in a conference on challenges to human security,” I told her without looking away for a second. This was just tip of the iceberg and I went on telling her my educational background, my deep interest in the field of research and in human security issues. It went on and on. It was such a wonderful experience of observing her facial expressions while I was telling her my accomplishments. There is nothing in admitting that I just wanted to talk with her about anything. I talked non-stop until we reached the hotel. I didn’t want to go into that dry conference. “Well, what do you do Jane?” I saw that surprised look in her eyes as if asking me, “Aren’t you getting late for the conference?” But she told me that she was a mother of two kids and worked with her father in his car showroom. I wanted to be right there with her, yet I knew I had to leave. My stream of consciousness was just going on single track, thinking how to see her again. Just before getting off the car, I had an idea. “It is very nice of you Jane. If you didn’t pick me up from there, I know I wouldn’t be able to make it to this conference. I really feel obliged and I would want you to have lunch with me. Please don’t say no. It’d be nothing more than lunch. Since I don’t know anyone in this city, I’d really be grateful if you could spend some time with this lonely soul,” I tried to do the best I could with language, words and facial expressions for her to know I really wanted her company. Her face and eyes were showing everything that she was thinking right at that moment. Sometimes, it seemed she was going to say ‘no’ and at times, she seemed convinced. In just a few moments, I saw multiple expressions on her face. “I’m flattered that you asked James, but ...” I knew what she was going to say and I interrupted her in the most polite manner I could come up with. “Please don’t say no. I promise you a very nice lunch and interesting time with a total gentleman that I am.” And I knew that did it. She said, “OK, I’d be here at 12:30 but I’ll have to go back to pick up my kid from school at 2:45.” It seemed I was flying in the air, and I could pluck any star I wanted to right at that moment. “Thank you so much Jane. It will be a great honor for me to host you at lunch.” I know I couldn’t hold my excitement and that put a big smile on Jane’s lovely face. She asked me to give her my Beety’s keys and she’d get it fixed at her father’s workshop. I happily did that, we exchanged numbers, shook hands, and she drove on. All through the conference, I was physically very much there but my mind was talking with Jane non-stop. She seemed a very nice girl who maintained herself so well. Nails were perfectly manicured, makeup was tastefully applied, and dark brown hair had been curled and the tresses fell past her shoulders. “I think she’d be in her mid 20s or late 20s at the most, but she’s as innocent as a baby girl. What will you talk with her about at lunch? ... Well, I think most likely about cars, because she wouldn’t be much interested in politics. Or what about fashion? But I don’t think she’d care much about it. Didn’t you see how simple she was! I think simplicity is ...” I was talking with myself when the chairman of the first session at the conference invited me to present my topic and a participant on my right poked his elbow in my rib to awake me from my day dreaming. I didn’t really know what I said in the conference and when the session ended for lunch break, I went to the organizer of the conference and told her I wasn’t feeling well and I might skip the next session. She gave me the dirtiest possible looks and then nodded. I almost ran to the hotel gate and paced up and down with my hands rubbing the salt out of them. It was past 12:30 and I started feeling that she wouldn’t come. I wanted to call her but refrained myself from doing so. My heart said she’d be here in any moment and I wanted her here without any further pressure but my mind was saying I shouldn’t take a chance. As this battle was going on, I saw that beloved Camry coming. I had this instant and big smile on my face. I briskly reached the parking area, got to her car and opened the car door for her to come out. “Hello again, thanks for this royal greeting James,” she smirked coming out of the car. I extended my hand to her. I just had to feel the softness of her hand again. So taking her extended hand in mine, I replied, “You’re most welcome, your highness. I feel elated with the honor that you so generously bestowed upon me with your gracious company.” In response, I got the most beautiful smile ever, and it seemed she was finding words to compete but then she just smilingly said, “you really know how to please a girl’s heart.” My naughty self came up again as I responded with a playful smile, “Won’t you like to know what other parts of a girl I really know how to please?” The blush on her pinkie cheeks was worth-seeing. I didn’t want to scare her off so without taking this mischievous moment on, I motioned towards the restaurant. It was an intense moment. We just met and talked for only half an hour or so in the car and now we were here in this beautiful romantic environment of the posh restaurant. There was a momentary silence until I thought to break the ice and asked her, “What exactly you do at your father’s car showroom?” This question started off our wonderful luncheon with her telling me all about her work there from managing books to marketing and importing cars to reaching clients. It naturally led to a bit more personal life of hers as she told me how difficult it was to raise two young boys of 6 and 4 as a single mother, and to the death of her husband in Iraq two years ago. It was painful seeing her teary eyes while she was telling me how nice and understanding her husband was and how she despised the immoral and unjust Iraq war that Bush started for benefiting US oil mafia and that killed so many precious lives of Americans and Iraqis. The discussion took interesting turns from politics to religion, modern-day societies, relationships, different lifestyles, and then again to cars. We were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn’t realize it was already 2:30. We both didn’t seem to want to leave the table just yet. But I knew she had to go and try I might, she wouldn’t stop. After saying goodbye pleasantries, I asked her, “You know I’ll be here for two more days. Will you mind it terribly if I called you in the evening after I reach my hotel.” She pondered on it for a while and then said while walking to her car, “Sure , I enjoyed talking with you today James. In fact, after a long time I felt being myself. I’ve almost forgot how beautiful and interesting conversations could be.” I opened the car door for her and before getting in, Jane presented her hand. I looked down at the hand, then into her eyes and again at her hand, and taking it in mine I looked into her eyes once again and told her how happy she made me just with her presence and how I looked forward to seeing her more. It seemed she was not sure about meeting again but she smiled that beautiful smile and nodded. I waved her while she drove to the exit gate of hotel when she suddenly stopped, lowered down the window, turned her head back towards me and said, “Your car is ready at my showroom. You can pick it up from there whenever you get free from here. Good bye James.” At that very moment, I realized why people hated goodbyes but a smile crept up my lips thinking that Jane accepted my request of calling her in the evening. After the last session of the conference, I took a cab to Jane’s car showroom with a hope to see her again but alas, she was not there. I came to know that she would usually get off at 5 or 5:30 and I just missed her by 10 minutes. I took the keys and drove straight to the hotel. All the way, I was thinking about Jane, how simple yet elegant she was; so good in developing conversations and so rational in analyzing very complex things whether they were related to politics, religion, society or business world and political economy. I did not find any stereotypical views in her discussion. I realized how easy it was to talk with her. Just being with her was a great pleasure. I wanted to call her as soon as I entered my hotel room but I wanted to take shower first and get fresh before we start our evening meeting on phone. Taking shower was really a good idea as I felt myself getting re-energized. Thinking about her during shower gave me this big hard on and I realized that it was the first time I was thinking about her sexually. I did not know her age, yet she had a great body for a mother of two. As much as I could see her figure under her very professional attire, I could guess she had handful of breasts that seemed perky enough to get even a dead man’s mouth watery. Standing at around 5’6” or 5’ 7”, she had an athletic figure with flat stomach, long legs smooth and strong, and a perfectly round ass. Above all, she had very dreamy, deep brown eyes – a metaphor for deep sea with all its ebb and flow. I wondered for a brief moment whether she was also curious about me so much or whether she was also waiting to talk with me as eagerly as I did. I might get to know it soon. By now, it was around 7 pm and I thought to give her a little more time with her kids. I laid down on the bed naked and continued stroking my very hard cock thinking about her more. I wanted her to be here with me, snuggling and cuddling with me on this bed. Just thinking about it made my cock ooze some thick droplets of precum. As the restlessness grew further, I thought of talking with her in text messages before calling her on phone. “Wuzzup Jane? Thinking bout our afternoon meetin?or thinkin wat we’d talk on fone in a few mins? ;)” With my heart beating very fast, I pressed the sent button and then stared at the screen for what seemed like ages. I waited and waited, but did not get any response. A little disappointed, I placed order for dinner, took my book out and started reading. With book in one hand and cock in the other, I just could not concentrate on the words. It was as if I was watching a movie of Jane and I in the pages of book. The message tone of my cell brought me back to reality, giving me that special churning in my stomach. I opened the message that read, “Jus feedin ma kids,thot bout it a lil. Wat r u doin now?” That evil smile got bigger as I typed, “Lying in bed ...... naked! TMI, right?” To this message, I got an instant reply, “Jamessss, wat got in yr head. U were quite a gentleman at lunch and now.... lol, and wat’s tmi?” That ‘lol’ was enough to tell me that she did not mind it, so I thought of taking it a little further. “well, taking matter in hand:), I jus said im lying naked, was it really tmi? I didnt tell u wat i am doin, did I?” “u r being too much now, no, u didn tell me dat n i don wanna know. Hehehe,” Jane replied, giving me a baton to move on the same track. “i’ve no cure 4 dirty minds:) a penny 4 yr thought: wat do u really think i was doin?” I knew for sure the exchanging texts was opening a new chapter in our lives, and I believed I would love every word of it. It seemed Jane was also waiting for my text as eagerly as I did because I got an instant reply, “not tellin u ne thin.yr a dirty ol man.i think i’d better switch off my cell until u clean up the mess upstairs:).” With that smiley from Jane, I thought of taking a chance and typed, “u thot i was touchin myself, didnt u?” My cock was getting harder with all these innuendos. I was impatiently waiting for her next message. My heart pounding in my chest so hard that it seemed it would come out any time. She did not reply for a long time. It was almost fifteen minutes. I was cursing myself for sending that message. Even after thirty minutes, there was no response. “I’ve ruined everything for sure,” I thought to myself. Even my cock was showing its anger by turning its head to right, lying so passively on my thigh. Every passing second was taking a toll on me. I had hundred and one different thoughts running through my mind in a second, both optimistic and pessimistic. I had to have her back somehow; yet I decided to wait for her next reply to be on safer side. I looked at the clock. It was almost 9 pm now. “You’d better send her one more message and if she doesn’t reply, then call it a night,” I told myself when the door was knocked and at the same moment, my mobile chimed. For a moment, I was not sure whether to open the door first or check out the text. Then I realized I could do both at the same time. How true Francis Bacon was, “It is impossible to love and to be wise.” I opened the message box and asked loudly, “who’s it?” and hearing “room service,” I shouted “come in” a little too loud while I opened the message. I was so relieved to see it with such a big smile on my face that even the butler smiled as if he knew everything. Her text was like golden words for me as it read, “Wat else can i expect from a dirty ass lyin naked. Doncha hav nethin gud 2 do Mr. Miller.” As I was reading the message for the second time and forming a naughtier message in my mind, she sent another text that said, “sorry for taking so long.i was tuckin my kids in bed n tellin dem nite time story.” This message relieved me even further. Now I was pretty relaxed and my dirty mind was at full swing. My next text to her was, “u cant expect a book in my hand?and as if u neve touched yrself:)!” Her reply to this was quick, “I can expect a book in yr hand but im not sure bout de oder hand.” She was really quick in typing text messages as her followup message didnt take more than thirty seconds that said, “we all have needs, dont we?but i dont do it all the time as u do. Hehehe.” I was wondering how come she was being so open to sexual innuendos when she was so shy at lunch but I kept this question for future consumption as I replied, “ya, we do but there’r not many who’d admit it.i think its time i call u now, ready for it?” Jane’s reply to it was bold, so provocative that even my cock woke up from its deep slumber; maybe to see if it was needed. “Ready4what James.dont read too much into it.switch off yr dirty mind b4 callin me or im not takin yr call.lol.” Instinctively, my left hand replaced the book with my cock and right hand dialed her number. It seemed she picked up the call before the bell rang. I heard her say chuckling, “You’re a dirty man James,” and she giggled. “Oh really! And what do you think about yourself when you were talking about my hands? Wasn’t it a dirty mind Janey?” I replied but immediately felt that I said something wrong, as she went silent and when she spoke, she uttered next few words in pretty serious tone. “Please don’t call me Janey. It hurts,” she said and went silent again. The air was getting heavy. I was trying to find something to say when she spoke again, “My husband used to call me Janey, you know ... you are so much like Dave. You talk and create fun, play with words and force people to smile even when they are stressed. For a few seconds, I thought I was texting with him when we started exchanging messages. It feels good to find another man I can be open and frank with and at the same time, it’s so painful. I hope you understand the point James.” Silence prevailed for quite a while. I wanted her to say whatever was there in her heart and mind. However, when the silence continued, I stuttered, “Well, I don’t know what I should say. I can feel the pain you’ve been going through but as you said it during our conversation at lunch, life moves on, and we need to move along with it.” I wanted to change the mood of this conversation so I quickly added, “By the way, I assume our little innuendos must have got you a little uneasy somewhere else too. Wet, aren’t you?” My efforts got an immediate result, a long “Jameeeeeeeeees” and then “If you exposed your real dirty self to me at lunch, I would never agree to give you my number and permission to call me.” She giggled and I knew we could move ahead in that line. So I insisted, “You didn’t answer my question, are you?” I heard a little rustling and fumbling before i heard a sigh from her side as she said, “You’re really too much. And no, I’m not giving you any answer to your naughty banters.” “How will you feel Jane, how will you feel if I enter your room while you are busy with your showroom papers, hold you from back and kiss the side of your neck.” I didn’t stop there as I wanted to make her feel wanted. I wanted her to squirm in delight. I wanted to hear her moans and groans. So I asked her,“What are you wearing?" “James please don’t,” she replied in a hissing tone. But after a small pause, Jane answered, “yes to your earlier question and sweat suit is the answer to your second one.” “Fine, all right. I think we should not let this opportunity of knowing each other deeply go waste.” I winked and then realized she could not see me over the phone. It seemed she had some fears inside her that put her in a deep trance. But it seemed she came out of it quickly, “And you James.” I quickly replied, “Nothing.” “Oh, James," she uttered. Then, with heavy sarcasm, “So dirty.” “Thank you. But you know, since I'm already pretty much naked, it's only fair if you are, too.” “What??? You want me to take off my clothes? James, are you in your senses?” “Very much,” I answered. “I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it.” She seemed a little shocked as she gasped but then I felt as if she was getting in the mood. I was just observing the changes in the pattern of her breathing. It was like a blind man trying to figure out what was happening around. “Will you be surprised if i tell you i’m not wearing much either.” “But you said you had sweat suit on?” I asked wondering what was actually going on there. “Well, I took off my shirt before i moved to bed and i was not wearing anything underneath.” I chuckled knowing that she avoided the word ‘bra’ or ‘underwear’, “and you think I’m dirty ol’ man.” After a little pause just to keep my breath under control, I said again, “Talk to me, baby,” with a sensual tone. “Describe everything.” “Well, I took off my shirt earlier, and wasn’t wearing a ... aaaa.... a” “Bra,” I said to complete the sentence, and then asked her, “So what can I see now, any other shield hiding Jane’s ...” “Everything, almost. I'm naked. Well, half naked. You can see my breasts, and my nipples. My nipples are getting hard.” “Mmm,” I replied. “I love your tits. I want to feel them. Can I put my big, rough hands on them?” “Yessssssss,” she said. “Please touch them James. Ohhhh! Yes, I want you to touch them dirty ol’ man.” Her breathing was saying her body was responding quite positively. Just thinking about it was making my cock harder. I asked her to lie down on the bed and close her eyes. “Just imagine my hands touching them ... oh yeah Jane, they feel so nice. Do you like me touching you like this? Do you like me squeezing your tits and pulling your hard nipples?” “Yeah,” was her instant reply. Her voice was softer, her breathing disturbed. “Touch yourself with your hand the way you imagine me touching them, and describe it all,” I instructed her. She told me her free hand moved to her tits and she began rubbing and kneading them, gently twisting her nipples between her fingers as she described. "Can I lick them, Jane?" I asked. I just heard hissing sounds, trembling and troubling breath. "Please, yesssssssss." I continued, “Let me suck on those big tits.” “Okay...” was her only response and I could feel she must have had to made an effort to even say this one word, showing how aroused she was. “I'm licking them all over. Can you feel it?” “Yessssssss.” She was breathing harder now. She described that she pushed one of her large breasts up towards her mouth and gave it a long, slow, wet lick. “Tell me what you feel, baby.” Jane had to swallow hard before she could obey, “I can feel your tongue on my tits. It's so warm and wet. My whole chest is tingling.” “Just your chest?” I was quick and ready to make full use of every opportunity at hand. “No. I'm getting wet, too.” “That's good,” I continued. “That's good, Jane. Are your pants still on?” “Just a second,” she answered. I could hear her getting up off the bed, still holding the phone to her ear, as I could clearly hear her breath. “Describe it to me as you take them off. Tell me what I can see.” “OK.” she began pulling her sweat pants down slowly. “You can see just the top of my butt now.” “Oh, baby. You're teasing me, huh? My big cock is so hard for you right now.” Jane pulled her pants down further, revealing just her backside. “Now you can see my whole butt.” “Mmm. That ass is just perfect, baby. Can I hold it? Can I squeeze those cheeks with my hands?” “Yeahhhhh.” “Can you feel me?” I asked. “Yesssssssss.” She slid her hand across her butt and squeezed one of her cheeks. Then she traced her crack with her finger. It caused her to moan just slightly, which caught her off guard. “Oh, you like that, don't you?” I said. “You like it when I rub your ass. But what about that juicy pussy of yours? Can I see that, yet?” Jane let her pants drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them and lay back onto the bed, again closing her eyes. She told me she could smell her wet, throbbing sex in the room as if this wonderful smell filled the room like never before. “Is it hairy, trimmed or shaved.” I asked her. “It needs shaving James.” “OK. Spread your legs, and tickle the hair just above your slit. I like the feel of pussy when it is shaved.” She told me she hadn't had much motivation lately to cut it. The blond curls covering her mound were only about half of an inch long, and I told her I would like her to change that in the morning. “Yes,” she answered. “Now you can see all of me. I'm completely naked.” “Oh my gawwwd, you are so hot, baby,” I said. “I'm going to finger you now. Can I do that? Can I put my finger in your pussy, Jane?” She told me she slid her finger over her wet slit and then dipped it inside herself. Her body trembled, as did her voice. “Ye—yes.” She was breathing very hard now. “You're so wet,” I said in a husky deep voice. “I put my finger on your pussy lips and you just sucked me right in, didn't you? God, you're so hot Jane. So hot and tight, even on my finger." She began moving not just one but now two fingers in and out of her pussy. “Yeah,” she managed to choke out. “It feels so good.” “Now I want to fuck you,” I announced. “I want to stuff this big dick of mine right up your tight little cunt. You want that?” She hesitated, then said, “No.” "No?" the surprise and a kind of shock was evident in my voice. I was taken aback a little, but tried to keep things going. “Oh yes you do. You want me to fuck you with my hard cock until we both cum...” “James, no,” she said again. If I was confused by the sudden turn of events, it seemed she was in shock on her end too. She explained without ceasing the movements of her fingers that for almost the entire session, she had been trying to imagine that she was doing it with her deceased husband. But when I talked about taking it to the next level, she could not deny it. It was not her husband in her imagination at all. It was James, the person she had just met and talked for a few hours, not the handsome dream-boy who fathered her kids. This turn of event shocked her too. I realized that it was just too much and too sudden a change for her. It wasn't her military boy who had touched Jane's breasts and nipples; it was I that she was imagining. I had sucked her breasts. I had squeezed her ass. I had slid a finger into her wet pussy. And now, hearing my voice describing my “big dick” and “hard cock” was just too much. “Whether to let that feeling go and begin a new life or stick to the person who will never be back” was the question she was pondering. It felt weird, and it was taking Jane right out of the fantasy. She couldn't believe what she was wanting, but she couldn't deny it either. “All right,” she seemed to have made up her mind. Still catching her breath, she took control of the conversation without missing a beat, “No James, not yet, bec’z first I wanna taste that big hard cock. Is it wet with pre-cum?” I knew at that very moment, life will not be same; neither for me, nor for Jane... ---------------------------------------- Second part is coming along pretty soon. But how soon depends on the feedback I get. Do let me know if you like the story and if you want me to continue it on.
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Needing some new shirts and slacks I go to the mall to do a little shopping. While I’m there browsing in one of the stores I happen to notice you. I’m fascinated by your curves and find myself wanting to squeeze your fanny. But fully aware that it's all just a lustful fantasy I turn and continue shopping. It isn’t long before I notice you again. Then again a few minutes later. At one point we end up walking toward each other. The aisles are a bit tight and as we pass the back of our hands brush together. I turn and apologize for being so clumsy and you smile and tell me it's ok. We occasionally see each other again as we shop. Each time we smile as if it's some kind of karma thing. I begin wonder if you think I’m a stalker. You look like you're in college and I'm almost old enough to be your dad so I try to act as indifferent as I can. But I find myself still sneaking a look. Your eyes and smile are captivating. I find myself more and more sexually attracted to you. I try to shake it off because I really am feeling like a perverted stalker. I see you shopping in the ladies jeans area so intentionally I pass by as you're hold up a pair, with bling on the pockets, against you. You see me and ask... do you think they look ok or is it too much. I wink and tell you that you'll never know until you try them on, and you just might like what you see. You smile and say, "You're right!" So you gather them up and head off to the dressing room. You motion for me to follow you, "You have to tell me how they look.” So I oblige and follow you. I'm completely mesmerized by your form and how you move. Those CFM heels, snug pants and tank top make you look so sexy and sensual. My mind wanders through forbidden fantasies about you as I wait outside of the dressing room and it isn’t long before you pop out and ask,” Well? How do they look?” as you turn around. Trying to maintain my “cool” I tell you,”Stunning!” You make them look amazing. You look at me suspiciously but still pleased,”Think so do ya?”. "Um… Yes ma’am I’m a pretty good judge of these things." I couldn't believe I just said "ma'am" to you. But I wanted to be polite. You smile and turn around again then say, "Well, since you’re such an expert I guess I’ll get them. Thank you.” You head back to the dressing room then look back at me. You catch me looking straight at your fanny. Then you step into the dressing room smile and close the door. For some crazy reason I just stand there for a few moments… thinking. But the desire for you overwhelms me. I walk to the door, push it open and I step into the dressing room with you. Standing there with you back to me in your panties and blouse you say, "Took you long enough." I smile and without saying a word I stand behind you kissing your neck and shoulders while drawing my fingers lightly over them. I undo your blouse, take it off you and let it fall to the floor. I caress your arms and slip the straps of your bra off your shoulders. I undo your bra, take it off you and let it fall to the floor. Then I slide my hands around you and up over your breasts cupping and squeezing them. You put your hands up behind you playing in my hair giving me full access to them. I pass my hands with my fingers spread back and forth over your nipples letting them pop between my fingers then trap and pull them a little. Then I rub your nipples with the flat part of my palms. I squeeze them firmly and knead them. I press your nipples inward then roll them with my finger tips and pull them out firmly. You moan softly. I turn you around, kiss your neck and capture your ear lobe with my lips. Then we kiss. It isn’t long before it becomes a deeply passionate long French kiss. I kiss your neck and begin to work my way downward to your breasts. I kiss each of them several times, and in-between them. Finding your erect nipples I tease them with my tongue then suck them. You squeeze your breasts offering them to me whispering, “Suck them. Suck my tits. Suck them hard.” I draw each of them, in turn, into my mouth between my teeth and bite them gently as I lick them with the tip of my tongue. As I suck and lick one, I play with your other nipple rubbing it lightly with my finger tips, rolling and pulling it. I begin suck your breast like a hungry animal, opening my mouth wide and sucking it in deeply until I feel it touching the back of my throat. I pull back and it pops out making a noise. Then I do the same to your other breast. I slowly work my way down your body to your panties, laying a path of kisses as I go. As I do you squeeze and pull your breasts with one hand while playing in my hair and pushing your body to me. I kiss across your panty line then all around where your legs bend and over your pubic bone. I pull your panties aside a little and kiss your slit then tease it and lick through it. I rub underneath you firmly with my palm pressing your soaked panties against you and massaging you. I pull your panties down to your thighs then and edge your clit with my thumbs on each side pushing your pussy lips together. Your breathing grows heavy and you offer almost inaudible moans. I begin to lick all around your clit and suck it gently. I push one... and then two fingers into you rubbing your g-spot and licking your clit with the tip of my tongue. It sends bolts of pre-orgasmic waves through you but I don't want you to cum just yet. I stand and turn you around. Instinctively you reach back, unzip my pants reach in and find how much desire and wet lust I have for you. You pull my balls and pulsing manhood out and guide it to your hot wet pussy. You whisper as you moan, “Fuck me!”. I press forward and you feel the tip begin to enter you. When you feel it go a little deeper you let it go then bend over bracing yourself against the wall. You moan and jerk slightly as the tip of my cock passes through your opening. The wetness from our mutual anticipation allows me slide into you all the way and pull you tight to me. “Oh God yes! Your cock feels so good!”, you whisper as low as you can. “Your tight pussy has me so fucking hard!”, I whisper. With my pants still on my balls are forced outward and you feel them press against your clit as I grind you. You push back, I hold your hips, and we begin grinding and fucking slowly. I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor then pull out of you just long enough to push my underwear to the floor too. You bend way over then I enter and sink my cock all the way inside you again. And you let out a little moan. “Are you okay, do you need something?”, a female voice asks outside of the door. “No I’m fine. It’s all good.”, you respond. You look back at me and we smile and laugh inwardly. I hold your hips and keep pumping and thrusting my cock into you. We fuck like a horny teenagers. But I try to do it so we don’t make the sound of bodies slapping together. The thought of where we are and the naughty nature of makes the feeling even more intense. Juices from your pussy run down my balls. You reach underneath to massage your clit but you can feel my cock sliding in and out of you too. You massage your clit but want to feel my cock at the same time so you push your middle finger into your pussy too. It isn’t long before I feel your legs and ass begin to tighten. Knowing you are close to climax I thrust even harder. We are both breathing heavily but as quietly as we can. I feel the orgasm take over your body as you begin to tremble. My cock gets super hard and I push into you deeply and grind you. In response you press back. I reach down and pull your ass cheeks apart and forcing my cock even deeper into you. Your body trembles and jerks and I keep pumping you wanting you drive you over the top. Your orgasm grows in intensity as you feel my muscles tighten and sense that I'm about to cum too. I pull you back and drive into you even harder. You feel my cock swell and throb inside inside of you filling you with warm creamy cum with each pulse. It pushes your orgasm even higher and you soak my cock and balls with your pussy juices. Still breathing heavily we keep fucking, not wanting it to stop, for as long as my cock stays hard enough. When it finally comes out, you turn, get on your knees then lick and suck my cock and balls thoroughly enjoying the taste of sex. Then you stand and while holding my cock, press your body to mine. I put my arms around you and with one hand on the small of your back and the other on your ass, I pull you tight as we share a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as if they are having sex themselves. Then you say,"I want you to fuck me again Daddie." I ask, "Do you want to go to a movie?" Picking upon my intent you smile, "Yes, but I'm getting a skirt and leaving my panties off."
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This a true story. I met Bobby 2 years ago at the hospital. He is a cop and I am a nurse. At 6’4” he towers over my small 5’3” frame. The other morning he called me after a rough shift. I had just finished my 3 mile run and was about to get in the shower when the phone rang. Bobby sounded upset and wanted to come over. He had never been to my house before. I was surprised yet happy to have his company. I made us coffee and then took a quick shower. He was sitting on my couch staring off into space when I approached him. I was only in my robe. My damp, blond curly hair spiraling down to my shoulders. On many occasions I had wanted to ask Bobby out myself but I was too embarrassed. Now I had him here in front of me and I was scared. He looked like he needed to be hugged. We talked for awhile about his night and I finally offered him the hug he needed. When he looked up at me he said “ I promise I didn’t come here just for this.” “I know sweetie.” I answered. “But I can help you, if you like.” He took my hands and pulled me into his lap. As our lips touched I felt a fire in my belly I had not felt in a long time. His muscular shoulders flexed as I rubbed my hand across it. I pressed myself into him letting my robe fall open just enough for him to slip his hand around my breast. I began to unbutton his shirt. I have never undressed a cop before. Once I figured out how to get him out of his bullet proof vest I straddled him on the couch. As we kissed I could feel something growing hard under me. I reached down and began to unbuttoned his pants. I love feeling a cock get hard. He was bulging and needed to be freed. As I helped free his now fully erected cock from his pants I pressed my body into him his cock between us. He asked “Do I need to get a condom?” “No… I take birth control” I smiled. “are you sure about this?” he asked. Instead of answering him with words I kissed him gently on the lips taking his hand I guided it to between my legs where my clean shaved pussy was dripping wet for him. “ What do you think?” I asked in return. His hand petting my wetness was his silent answer back. I looked down at him and realized just how small my body is compared to him. His wide chest and broad shoulders seemed to continue forever. I felt as if I was climbing a mountain. His fingers felt so good inside me. First just one to test then sliding in a second made me moan. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing closer. I wanted him inside me so bad I was shaking. I sat down allowing him to slowly slide into me. We both moaned with pleasure, I wrapped my hands around his neck as I began to move pushing him deeper inside me until I had all I could take of him. He caressed my breasts as we moved together my nipples were hard from his teasing. For a moment I lost myself in my own pleasures then realizing he was still there I concentrated on his muscular body and how hard it felt to my touch. I could feel a bead of sweat run down between my breasts. My robe was wide open but I still wore it, his hands moved to my ass. He squeezed my ass and then grabbed me by my hips and began to help me move. Now I had all of him in me and I could feel my clit rub against him as I pushed deep wanting every bit of him. Looking into his eyes I smiled. Then all at once I realized I was going to cum and it was going to be a hard one. I grabbed him by the shoulders, leaned my body into him and that’s when my pussy began to pulse with deep pleasure. I felt the butterflies in my stomach and had to reach for myself to try to gain a little bit of control. I buried my face in his chest for a moment then began to move again. He held me tight and when I looked at him he was smiling. Keeping eye contact we started to move again. He felt so good inside me. I didn’t want it to end. Arching away from him I began to move with more meaning. I looked down and watched his cock move in and out of me. My clit was swollen and his big cock was pushing into me nice and deep. He held me at the waist as I pushed my hands into his chest separating ours bodies. We were both sweaty. Kissing we continued moving I could feel his heart beating in his chest. Pulling me into him he grabbed my hips and began to move me. My heart was racing, I was going to cum again. Grabbing his shoulders, I moaned with pleasure and then again felt the deep throbbing of pleasure as it spread through me causing butterflies in my stomach again. I collapsed on him for a moment and decided we needed to finish this in my bed. I wanted to feel him above me taking me for his wants and needs. “Come to my bed with me?” I asked. He smiled and gladly followed as I led him down my hall into the cool darkness of my room. Finally letting my robe fall off me, I pulled him onto me as I laid down on the bed and he began to search my body with his tongue and hands in the dark. Spreading my legs open he pushed into me again. It made me suck in my breath it felt so good. Pressing my knees into the bed he began to push into me harder and harder. My breasts began to bounce and I grabbed them. Sensing this he grabbed my hands and moved them above my head holding them for a second. When he released I left them in place. Grabbing my hips he positioned me in a better way and began to push into me deep and slow. I felt out for him and found his body. Searching with my hands I found his hips and urged him to move faster. He obliged for a moment and then slowed down again, teasing me. I began to rub my clit while he moved inside me. I pulled him down to me and we kissed I could feel the muscles in his back flexing as he moved over me. He pushed up from me and began to move faster. Again he pressed my legs down into the bed pushing deep into me. I could feel his muscles tensing up. I began to feel the wonderful throbbing start to grow through me again. Then he pushed in very deep and moaned. I felt his cock throbbing inside me. Feeling for him in the darkness I pulled him down to me. Kissing him thanked him and he thanked me back. It was one of the best sexual experiences I had ever had and I told him so. It is the first time I had more than 2 orgasms. I wished I had asked him out 2 years ago. He ended up spending the rest of the day at my house and we have been dating since.
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My Niece Sally: What happened in this story isn’t true, and does have a somewhat happy ending. I had just moved to this state after falling in love with who is now my wife, over the Internet. My wife and I fell in love in a chat room, talking late into every night on line, then, later in our relationship, on the telephone. One thing led to another, and we decided that we couldn’t live without each other, so I packed up everything I own, moved, and was very happy for a lot of years. I met Sally during the first month in town during a family get together where I was introduced as the new boyfriend, and pretty much humiliated for being dumb enough to move to the state after meeting someone on the internet. (It wasn’t very common back then, and people that actually met people from the Internet were looked at as being a little off.) Sally was twelve at the time, and was really quite grown up for her age. “Well, I’m glad you’re here Uncle Mark” She said to me after I took quite a verbal thrashing from her mother about how I could have been an axe murderer or some other sort of psycho. “I’d have showed up with a gun if I was going to meet someone from the Internet.” Misha declared. As if to prove to the rest of her family just how tough she was. “If I showed up at all. You just don’t know about people these days.” I became quite successful in the new state, going to work for a few companies before finding “The One”. I worked my way up through middle management fairly quickly, and on up to VP of Operations. We bought a large home on quite a bit of land. We had a swimming pool, a guest cottage, and even my own driving range on the property. There was a pasture for horses, and one for the few head of cattle that we had to keep us busy and help supplement our income. My wife and I were very happy and things were going well. The phone rang, one spring evening. “What’s the matter?” I heard my wife asking the yet unknown person on the other end of the line. “I know.” She continued, looking in my direction holding a finger in the air as to tell me to wait a minute. “Ok, we’ll be here…. Uh, yea…. Ok….I’ll talk to you then.” She pushed the button on the receiver and started into the den where I was clacking on the computer catching up on some e-mail from work. She sat down in the chair next to my desk with a worried look on her face. “That was Misha.” She said “Oh yea?” I replied, stopping what I was doing, and looking at her over my reading glasses. “Yea, and it’s not good” I took off my glasses, and leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head, waiting for the impending bad news. Misha and her husband had moved to the south end of the state when he got a better paying job, so at this point the news could be anything. “Sally was caught steeling at the super market, and she’s been ditching school again. Misha thinks it’s the friends she’s got and wants to get her away from them. “So, what does that have to do with us?” I asked, thinking that I already knew the answer. “Misha wants to know if we can keep her the summer. Let her work on the ranch, and learn some responsibility. Maybe you can get her a job down at the plant, and teach her what it means to work for a living. She’s gonna be sixteen next month. She can work there now can’t she?” “Well, yea,” I stammered, “but I don’t have time to baby sit while I’m there, I got work to do while I’m at work.” I argued even though I felt as if it were pointless. “You don’t have to baby sit. She’ll have supervisors to do that won’t she?” She explained, seeming to have this all figured out. “I think it would do her some good to have chores around the house, and a job to go to every day.” She noticed my “deer in the headlights look” and tapped me on the knee as she stood up. “I’ll tell her it’s ok, and we’ll pick her up this weekend. How’s that?” “Ok,” I said, “We’ll pick her up this weekend. I’ll call and cancel the golf game with the guys.” I started to reach for the cell phone on my desk to retrieve the numbers. “Oh shoot,” she exclaimed, “I’m supposed to go to the city with Granny, and Carla for Granny’s eye appointment Saturday.” “Carla can take her, can’t she?” “She’s afraid to drive in the city by herself.” She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes she has. The ones that I knew from the first time I saw them would be able to get me to do almost anything. “Can you drive down and get Sally?” Now she was really pouring it on. Giving me that slightly pouting, schoolgirl in trouble look. I couldn’t resist it, even though it went against my better judgment. The rest of the week went by without any more emergencies popping up. It had been arranged that I would drive the seven and a half hour drive down on Saturday; I would spend the night at a hotel, despite the invitation from my sister in law to stay at their house, then get up early Sunday, and drive back with my, not so willing niece, and begin the punishment of a summer of hard work. Early Saturday, I pulled the pickup out of the garage, checked the oil, and the belts. I glanced over at my pride and joy sitting under a car cover still in the garage, a nineteen ninety-eight, Dodge Viper. It was blue, and a roadster, and begging me to drive it. “Everything look ok under there?” My wife called out while she was getting into her Cadillac. “I got a belt that looks pretty bad.” I grinned to myself. “Do you think it will make it?” She walked up behind me, looked over my shoulder, and pretended to know what she was looking at. “I don’t know,” I said pointing at a worn spot on the air conditioning belt. “It’s not looking good.” I made a clicking sound with my tongue behind my teeth. “I could take the Viper. It’s almost as good on gas as the old truck here.” “If you keep your foot out of the engine.” She smirked. “Go a head, just be careful, but you know Sally’s got her permit She’s gonna want to drive.” “Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’m not teaching anyone to drive in this.” I’d already had the car cover off, and was folding it neatly to be stored in the trunk. I took my overnight bag from the cab of the pickup, and tossed it in the trunk next to the cover with a whole new exuberance. Now the trip was going to be fun. I’ll put the top down, the wind in my hair, and the sun in my face. Not to mention that just about anytime I’ve ever driven the Viper by my self, there was always a young girl or two, convinced that I had a lot of money I didn’t know what to do with, that would always show me their tits, hoping perhaps that I’d motion them to the next rest stop, where they could make me into their new sugar daddy. I walked towards the caddy, gave my wife a kiss. “You be careful.” She ordered. “No hot-rodding, and don’t pick up any of those girls that show you their tits.” She elbowed me in the ribs playfully as she got in and buckled up. “Say hi to Granny for me.” I yelled as she backed the car out of the garage. I pulled the pickup back into the garage, shut the engine off, and wondered how she knew that girls showed me their tits. They’d never done it while she was in the car. I went to the Viper, reached in through the driver’s window, and unclipped the latch holding the top to the windshield. A steady pull towards the back of the beast, and voila, a midlife crisis cure in the making. After securing the top, I slid behind the wheel, inserted the key into the ignition, and turned. She roared to life. All ten cylinders performing a sonata, like musicians in an orchestra. Carefully I backed out of the garage, turned towards the road, and I was off. As I entered the freeway, my thoughts drifted towards my wife. I’m not going to say that our marriage was perfect. We had our problems like every one else. Ours seemed to revolve around sex. She had surgery about a year ago, and with the none activity of recovery, and the steroids the doctor had prescribed to aid healing. She had gained a few pounds, and her sex drive was gone. Not that it was really anything too erotic in the first place. Sex for my wife was planned to the tee. The towels had to be in place, the candles lit, and everyone had to have a shower. It took me a few years to even get her mouth close to my prick, and even then, she spit and gagged, and made grimacing faces when I came in her mouth. I knew she didn’t enjoy it, but she kept reassuring me that she did. Simply for the fact that I enjoyed it, and she wanted to please me. I think I was the first man that ever suggested performing oral on her, as an overbearing single mom raised her and her sister, and “the sex talk” while growing up consisted of telling her two girls all of the bad things about sex, and how much it would hurt, and it was only meant for conception, all the time spouting off bible versus condemning the act. She wouldn’t let me go down on her at first. I had to do it for the first time with her hands tied with scarves during one of our more risqu?essions. She was pretty much hooked after that. Still, she rarely returned the favor. Giving excuses like, “My jaws still hurt from the last time,” or “Not tonight, I just brushed my teeth.” Blowjobs weren’t everything I guess, but it’s nice to have your cock sucked every now and then. Simply thinking about it got me fired up. I noticed that my cock had sprung to life, and was starting to get a little uncomfortable. “Don’t worry,” I assured myself, “Sally’s probably two hundred pounds or more by now.” The last time I saw Sally, she was thirteen, pudgy, and had the attitude that she didn’t care what anyone thought of her, she was who she was, like it or not. She was never really what you would call a “Joy to be around” and I was always glad when the family gatherings were over. She always seemed to hover right around where I was, holding my hand, or offering hugs. She was kind of a pest really. And now, I get to spend eight hours in a small car rubbing shoulders with this pest, having to listen to “her side” of what really happened to put her in this situation. Needless to say, my erection subsided. At a little after six that evening, I pulled into the hotel parking lot. I went to the counter, checked in, and retired to my room. Once inside, I called Misha to let her know I was in town. Her husband answered. “Hey bud,” he answered in that fake, we’ve been friends our whole lives, sort of tone. “Hey Frank, Just wanted to call and let you guys know I made it to town.” “Long trip, isn’t it.” Frank said, stating the obvious. “Yea, I’m beat. Think I’ll just grab some room service and hit the sack. Got another long drive tomorrow.” “Yea, I bet. Hey, Misha’s right here, hang on.” And with that, my contact with Frank hopefully ended for the remainder of the trip. “Mark?” Misha asked, “I know we’re putting a lot on you guys, but I need one more favor.” “For the love of Christ, I’m already taking your delinquent, brat daughter to the other end of the state for the summer, so you and Frank can do God knows what, for four or five months, what more can I possibly do?” I had to blink a few times to make sure that I hadn’t actually said that out loud, even though it was what I was feeling. “What’s that Misha?” I asked instead. “Frank and I need to leave tomorrow real early. His aunt is sick in Mississippi, and not expected to live much longer.” She continued. “It just came up, and I hate to impose any further, but do you think Sally can stay at the hotel with you?” There it was. The last thing I needed after driving all day. Babysitting the brat in a hotel room for the night before spending all day with her in a very small car. I’d had plans of getting a bottle of Scotch, renting a porn movie, and jacking off till I was sore. “Sure,” I grimaced. “Are you gonna drop her off, or am I picking her up?” I put my hand on my forehead, and looked up at the ceiling asking my maker what could I possibly have done to deserve this punishment. “I can drop her off. You’re at the Windsor right?” “Yep, room three eleven.” It was done. “Ok, we’ll see you in a few minutes.” She said. “Oh, Mark?” “Yea” I replied, sure that the world was coming to an end. “I can’t tell you thanks enough. I know that she’s gonna be better for it.” She got quiet, and I thought I heard her crying. “Frank and I are at our wit’s end. We’ve tried everything we can think of.” “Oh come on Misha, she’s fifteen. It’s a phase.” I tried to reassure her. “She’ll be a whole new girl when she comes back.” “Well, I know you and Leesha will take good care of her.” She sniffled. “But, don’t go easy on her either.” She put on the tough girl act again. “Well, we’re ready to go. See you in a few minutes.” She hung up. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. “It’s open.” I yelled from the chair I was sitting on. “Uncle Mark?” a voice called out. “Yea, in here.” I said getting up off of the small uncomfortable couch to meet them. Sally walked in the room with her arms stretched out looking for a hug. “It’s good to see you.” She stammered, almost in tears. Looking behind her, I didn’t see anyone. I broke the embrace, and went to the door. I looked both ways up and down the hallway. There was no one there. “He just dropped me off.” She said tearfully. “Frank didn’t want to get out of the car, and mom stayed home to finish packing for their trip tomorrow.” I turned around to look at “the pest” I had remembered from a few years ago. She was about five foot, seven inches tall, and very slender with long legs. She was wearing a short denim skirt, flat sandals and a tee shirt that showed off her midriff that said “Baby Girl” across the front. She had short blonde hair, and big hoop earrings dangling on each side of her sad, beautiful face. “Wow, you’ve changed a lot,” was all I could manage to say, without letting the drool in my mouth come rushing out onto the front of my shirt. It didn’t seem to have an affect on her. She took the bag off of her shoulder, letting it hit the floor with a thud, and rushed towards me putting her arms around my neck. “I’m glad to see you.” “Hey, hey,” I returned the embrace. “It’s ok now. Don’t cry.” She continued to sob. “I really screwed up this time Uncle Frank.” She managed. “Frank doesn’t want me around any more.” “Oh come on now. He just doesn’t know how to handle a teenager.” I tried to reassure her. “No, he said I’d never amount to anything but a pregnant teen out on the street, and he was glad to get rid of me.” She held on to me tighter, and continued to cry. “Does your mom know about this?” I asked pulling her away from me. “No, I didn’t tell her.” She finally broke the embrace, and sat down on the foot of the bed. “She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway. Frank calls the shots at our house, and mom lets him. She’s scared of him.” “Scared of him?” I scowled. “Franks a weenie. What would he do to make her afraid of him.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, and I offered a tissue from the box on the nightstand. “Frank told her that if I got in trouble one more time, he was going to leave, and mom’s afraid she wouldn’t be able to make it alone.” She blew her nose on the tissue. “Mom’s not as tough as she lets on to people. She’s scared.” “And you?” I asked taking another tissue from the box and handing it to her. “Are you scared of that too.”? “Hell no!” she exclaimed, “Let him leave. Mom and I would be better off without him.” My cell phone rang. It was Leesha. “Crap, I forgot to call her.” I said under my breath. “Hey baby.” I said into the phone. “Are you there yet?” Was her response. “Yea, I got here about an hour and a half ago.” I looked a Sally in a new light. She was scared, and upset, and didn’t seem to me to be the juvenile delinquent she’d been described to be. “So you’re going to pick her up in the morning?” “Well, Sally’s already here at the hotel. Frank dropped her off a half an hour ago. Misha said that Frank’s aunt was sick and they were leaving for Mississippi very early.” “She’s at the hotel with you?” She asked. “Yea, she’s right here. Do you want to talk to her?” “Well, ok.” I handed the phone to Sally. She stood up, took the phone, and turned around and started talking to my wife. I watched her walk away from me across the room. I couldn’t help but look at her. The way the muscles in the small of her back moved when she walked. The way her skirt hugged her hips, and showed off her tight little ass. She definitely wasn’t the brat I remembered from a few years ago. She was a little hottie that could definitely get her self into trouble with boys if she wasn’t careful. She ran out of room, and turned to walk the other way. I watched her walk back towards me. The tee shirt she was wearing looked to be about two sizes too small, and hugged her C cup tits tightly. I could tell she was wearing a bra, but could still see the outline of her nipples. “I can’t wait to see you either Aunt Leesha. Ok, here he is.” She handed me the phone, which broke my gaze from her perfect tits. I think she caught me looking, because she smiled as she handed me the phone. “She wants to talk to you.” She said, grinning, and spinning around to get her suitcase that she left by the door. “Hi,” I managed, as I watched her walk away from me. “How’s she doing?” My wife asked. “Oh, she seems to be doing ok, I guess.” I said as I watched her bend over exaggeratedly, to pick up her suitcase and purse. She caught me looking again when she looked back at me while she was bent over. “So you’re leaving in the morning?” She asked me as I turned my gaze to the wall above the bed. Mainly so I could concentrate on the phone call with my wife. “That’s the plan. We’ll check out at about seven or so, get some breakfast, and head north.” “Ok, I Love you, and be careful.” She sighed. “Still no hotrodding allowed,” she joked, “and I’ll see you guys tomorrow evening.” “I Love you too baby, and we’ll be careful. Bye.” I pushed the end button on my phone, set it on the table, and turned to Sally. “Are you hungry?” I asked “Yea, but do we have to go out?” She asked me as she opened up her suitcase. “I’m not in the mood to see a lot of people right now.” “No, we don’t have to go out.” I tossed the room service menu towards her on the bed. “Just pick something from here, and they’ll deliver it.” She thumbed through the menu as she kicked off her sandals. “Pepperoni Pizza and a coke.” She said, “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready for bed, unless you want to go first.” She looked up at me with eyes that would melt an iceberg. This girl could get anything she wanted from me, and I bet she knew it. “Uh…no, not at all… you go ahead. I’ll order the food, and I’m gonna go to the lobby for a minute. I’ll be right back. “Ok,” she said as she walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll be here.” Just as she was about to turn the corner, she pulled the tee shirt over her head letting me see her naked back except for the tan colored bra strap. I’d ordered the food, and heard the shower going. “I’ll be right back.” I announced through the door. “I’m going down stairs.” As I heard the door lock behind me, my mind was reeling. This young goddess was spending the night in my room. There were two king sized beds, thank God, but the fantasies kept appearing. Holding that tight body in my arms, feeling her hot breath on my chest and stomach right before she… “DING” The sound of the elevator interrupted my thoughts. An older couple got off. I put my head down almost in shame for the thoughts going on in my head. This was my niece for Christ’s sake. She was a family member, even if only by marriage, and not to mention a minor. I had to get these thoughts out of my head. Around the corner of the hotel was a liquor store. I selected a fifth of Scotch, and a bag of jerky. I also picked up a bag of M&Ms and a bag of chips. Stopped at the cooler on my way to the register and picked up a six-pack of Coke. Paid for the items, picked up the bag, and headed back to the room, not quite sure what awaited me. I slid the key card into the slot, and heard the click of the lock. I opened up the door, and she was standing there in front of the mirror on the dresser. She was completely naked, applying deodorant to her underarms. She looked at me with her mouth open, frozen for a moment. I stared at her, also in shock, astounded by the beauty in front of me. She was perfect. Her short hair was tussled, still wet from the shower, her shoulders were so smooth, and white. Her breasts were like something from a magazine. Small perky nipples crested each one. Her stomach was flat, and looked so hard that you could crack walnuts on it. There was a small, neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair just above her tiny slit. The lips of her delicate, sensual pussy protruded slightly from within. Her thighs were creamy white, and perfect all the way to her knees, and shapely calves, all the way down to her cute little feet. Her entire body seemed to scream at me “TAKE ME I’M YOURS!” I turned my head as the door shut, almost dropping the bag. But I couldn’t help but turn my eyes to look at her still. At the same time she reached behind her on the bed scooping up the towel she had slung there and quickly covered her self. The towel was a little too small to go around her, and cover both her breasts and her pussy, so one or the other remained exposed. I couldn’t help but look at this lovely creature before me. “Ahem!’ she made a gesture with her hand directing me to turn around. “Uh… sorry…” I turned around to face the door. I set the bag down next to the door, and said, “Um… you finish up, and I’ll go get some ice. Can you hand me the bucket?” I felt the ice bucket nudge against my back as she slid past me to get to the bathroom. I turned to get the bucket, she handed it to me as she skimmed by. Her ass was uncovered and bounced ever so slightly as the door closed. “I’ll be right back.” I announced again as I went through the door into the hallway, already planning the very cold shower I was going to take when I got back. I returned to the room after trying to give her ample time to get dressed and get out of the bathroom. This time I knocked on the door. I heard her tell me to come in. I put down the ice bucket, grabbed the bottle out of the bag, and filled a glass with ice. “Food’s here.” She announced sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a V-necked tee shirt that was about five sizes too large. “I signed the bill, I hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all. It will show up on the bill for the room that way.” I took the cover off of the plate left on the desk, grabbed the tray, and took it to the small table in the corner. I filled the glass with Scotch, and ate my dinner. “How long is the drive?” She broke the silence. “About seven or eight hours.” I stated matter of factly. “We’re gonna need our rest. It’s a long drive.” I heard the television come on, and as she was shopping the dial, she asked if she could rent a movie. “Sure, anything you want.” I said, finishing my plate. I refilled the glass with Scotch, picked up the bottle and announced that I was taking a shower. “Ok,” she said, “I’ll be here.” “There’s more soda and some chips in the bag if you’re still hungry.” I said as I passed in front of the TV on my way to the bathroom. “Uncle Mark?” She asked. “Yes,” I said turning in her direction. “Did I do anything wrong?” There were those eyes again. So sultry, and forgivable, and she knew how to work them. “No sweetie. You didn’t do anything.” I replied. “What makes you say that?” “I don’t know. You’ve just been really quiet since you got back from the store.” She pulled the top off of a Coke can. “Like you’re mad at me or something.” “No sweetie, I’m not mad. It’s just been a long…” I wanted to tell her how long it had been since I’d seen a vision so lovely. I wanted to tell her how long it had been since I’d seen someone so young and innocent, and perfect in everyway, and just how much I wanted to ravage her young body until she squealed with orgasm after orgasm, until we both passed out from pleasure. “It’s been a long day,” was my reply instead. I got into the bathroom, and shut the door. I could still smell the remnants of her shampoo, deodorant, and body spray. Her panties and bra were in a corner on the floor. I got undressed and sat on the toilet. I finished the glass, and poured another, trying to gain my composure, but there were those panties. White ones with little flowers on them. I couldn’t resist temptation. I picked them up to inspect them. So tiny, I thought. I peered into the crotch, to find a thin moisture stain. Without thinking, I put them to my nose. The scent was heaven. My cock immediately sprang to life. I tossed them back into the corner, took the remaining Scotch in my glass into my mouth, and swallowed hard. I got into the shower, turned on the water, and felt the warmth flood over my body. My cock was still standing at attention as I grabbed for the soap. I soaped up under my arms, down my chest, and stomach. I wrapped a soapy hand around the shaft of my engorged member sliding my hand up and down along its length. I kept running through my mind Sally’s tender body. I replayed the sight of her perfect ass, and her luscious tits. I wanted so much for her to be eighteen, and a hooker, or a hitchhiker. I needed her to be someone other than my niece, my fifteen-year-old niece. I continued stroking my cock, putting my hand on the shower wall for support. I could feel my balls tightening for the impending release. Faster and harder I jerked, thinking of my cock ramming into Sally’s tight virgin pussy. Having her bent over the desk slamming into her ass, hearing her whimper with delight, begging for me to slam harder. I reached the breaking point. I pumped my swollen rod hard and fast for all it was worth, with a quiet grunt, I came, more than usual. Rope after rope of white-hot spunk erupted from the purple head of my cock splatting against the shower wall with a thud. Load after load erupted as I pumped my member with fury. I cleaned up the mess with the removable showerhead, and washed the semen down the drain. I finished rinsing the soap from my body, and my shrinking dick. I stepped out of the shower, and remembered that I’d forgotten to get my shorts out of my bag when I got clean underwear. I put the underwear on, and wrapped a towel around my waist and was about to exit the bathroom when I noticed that the bathroom door was open just a little. I wondered if she had peaked in at me. Did she see me jacking my dick? Did she like it? I retrieved my shorts, and headed back to the bathroom to put them on. I paused just outside of the bathroom door, to look through the crack. I could see in the mirror, a full view of the shower, right through the semi clear shower door. I bet she saw everything, which means that she wanted to look. I had short hair so it didn’t take long to dry. I ran the electric razor over my face, then applied after shave. I left the bathroom, and saw that Sally had turned off the TV and had covered up. It was only nine-thirty. Surely a teenager didn’t go to bed at nine-thirty on Saturday night. I looked out the window of the hotel, and it was raining. I could see flashes of lightning in the distance. I got under the covers of my own bed, and fumbled for the remote on the nightstand. I heard her snore softly and was certain that she was asleep already. I lay on the bed, not watching TV, but watching her sleep. She’d gotten warm, and uncovered herself. With her back to me, and the shirt she was wearing hiked up, I could see her panty-covered ass, and her bare legs. Her hand was resting between her legs, and I could see her fingers protruding through her thighs. How I wanted to be where those fingers were. I felt my cock stir again with that thought. Just then, a brilliant white light came through the window, and then a loud crash of thunder, and the lights went out. Complete darkness enveloped the room. I got up and looked out the window. All of the streetlights were out, and there were only a few cars on the streets below. I figured that my evening of TV was canceled, so I climbed back into bed. “Uncle Mark?” She whimpered “Yea sweetie?” “I’m scared.” She replied, again, a slight whimper in her voice. “It’s ok,” I tried to reassure, “It’s just a thunder storm. It just knocked out the power.” Just then, another flash, followed by an even louder crash of thunder. The bed shook, and I was pummeled by arms and legs as Sally tried to get under the covers, and huddle next to me. I put my arm up, and guided her head to my chest. “It’s ok, just a little noise.” I put my arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on the small of her back. She had her arm across my chest and was holding on tight. The growling of the thunder subsided, and she relaxed. I started to gently rub her back “Shhh… See, I told you…. just a little noise.” She sighed, and in kind, rubbed my bare chest, then slung one leg over mine. The feeling of this young goddess piled up against me was heaven. I could feel the nipples of her tits rub my side as she breathed, and against my thigh could feel the warmth emanating from between her milky thighs. I swallowed hard as I felt my cock straighten taught. Her hand was on my stomach just over the waistband of my shorts. I was afraid that my hardening cock would peek out of my shorts and try to get to her soft hand. I felt her breathing slow, and thought I heard a soft snore. I tried to relax, and go to sleep, but my cock wouldn’t allow it. It strained at the waistband of my shorts, and got a little uncomfortable. It was harder then it was in the shower, if that was possible. Very carefully, not wanting to move her, I thought I could shift my cock to the side, and out from under the waistband of my shorts. I was just about to move, when I felt her hand move down and grip my throbbing member through my shorts. “Mmmmm…” Was the sound that escaped her lips, and then another quiet snore followed. “Is she asleep?” I asked my self. I groaned to myself at the feeling of this young girls hand grasping my swollen manhood. She shifted her weight, moved her leg farther onto mine, and put her very hot pussy right up against my leg. I started to sweat, not knowing how much more of this I could take. She shifted her grip on my dick, and actually started to move her hand. Grasping and releasing, gently squeezing, then moving. “Does it hurt?” She whispered. Oh God, she was awake! My mind reeled at the question. “Huh?” was all I managed. “When it gets that big, does it hurt?” Again she squeezed gently, and started moving her hand up and down slowly. “Uh… no, not really.” I couldn’t believe that’s what came out of my mouth. Not, stop it, or we shouldn’t be doing this. “Did it get that hard because you saw me naked?” through the little bit of light coming through the window, I saw her eyes blinking, and looking up at me. “I’ve seen Frank’s get big like that when he saw my mom naked. Not as big as yours though.” “Well,” I managed to say. “ I saw you washing it earlier.” “You saw that?” “Yea, I hope you don’t get mad. It’s not the first one I’ve seen.” She continued to stroke my steel rod through my shorts. “I’ve never touched one before though.” “Look sweetie, I…” She moved her hand in one swift motion, sliding it under the waistband of my shorts, and grabbed my meat with her delicate little hand. “Can I touch yours?” She asked while grasping the shaft, and at the same time shifting her weight so her moistening pussy rubbed against my bare thigh. I groaned out load at this. She moved her hand up and down the best she could under the restraint of my waistband, then stopped. She rolled up on top of me, and pulled on my shorts. Without thinking, I raised my hips slightly, and allowed her to peel my shorts down over my pulsing rod, allowing it to spring free. She looked down at it and gasped. “Yours is a lot bigger than Franks.” “How many times did you see Franks dick?” Now I was curious. “Not a lot, just when I heard mom and him getting nasty, I would sneak to the closet and open the trap door. I would watch them until they got finished.” She again put her hand on my cock, and moved her hand up and down, slowly stroking. “I’ve seen movies too Uncle Mark, I know about sex.” She continued to stroke my cock like it was a game. I started though, to get the impression that this little vixen knew more than she was letting on. My eyes rolled back in my head at the attention she was giving to my cock, she started rubbing faster, and moving her hips back and forth against my leg, humping her steamy pussy against my leg. She moved her hips back, and moved her knees to the insides of my legs, causing them to spread apart. My eyes closed, I was reveling in the attention that my swollen cock was getting. All at once, I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock, then her tongue licking it. “Mmm…” she groaned, as she put her mouth over the head of my member, engulfing it. She swirled her tongue, and bobbed up and down, all the while stroking my shaft with her hand. With her other hand, she cupped my ball sack, and rolled my stones gently in her hand. Her mouth opened wide, and she went down for all it was worth. Up and down her head went, and more and more of my cock disappeared each time she went down. I was in heaven. This young, hot vixen was giving me the blowjob of a lifetime. I involuntarily started moving my hips up and down to meet her luscious mouth, and put a hand on the back of her head to guide my prick deeper and deeper into her throat. I felt the explosion building in my balls, and contemplated blurting a warning to her. “Cum in my mouth.” She blurted between thrusts. “It’s coming.” I managed between grunts and moans of unimaginable pleasure. My nut sack tightened, and wad after wad of hot sticky cum shot into the back of her throat. I arched my back, pointed my toes and bucked my hips wildly up ward to get all of my cock into her mouth. She slurped, and tried to get all of my cum, but some did seep out onto her hand still gripping my pulsing shaft. “Mmm…” She groaned, and lapped up the little bit of cum that had leaked out of her mouth onto her hand. She cleaned every thing up, and looked up at me with wonder in her eyes. “Oh Uncle Mark, I hope I did it right.” She wiped the remaining spit, and cum from her lips with the back of her hand. Now my mind was spinning, I didn’t know what was right, or wrong, or good or evil. My fifteen-year-old niece had just given me the best blowjob I’d had in my forty years of life. It was wrong. She was family, not to mention, a minor. I was embarrassed and ashamed. She lay down next to me while I caught my breath. “Uncle Mark, can I tell you something?” “Sure sweetie.” I panted back to her. “I’ve spent a lot of nights thinking about you since we moved.” Perplexed at this, “You have?” I asked. “Yea. Since I was twelve, and we moved away, I wanted to know how it would feel to have sex, and since you were… um… are, the sexiest man I have ever met, I used you to fantasize to.” She snuggled up next to my arm. “Well, you know Sally,” I needed to make sure she knew what we did was wrong. “You know that if anyone finds out about what we just
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Too long. It had been too long since he’d seen her. Time didn’t seem to exist when she wasn’t in his arms, and it had been forever since she’d been there. Finally, however, the wait was over. She stood in the door, silhouetted against the setting sun behind her like some fairy-tale creature, her blonde hair slightly curled and floating over her lean shoulders. He couldn’t quite see her face, but he knew the look upon it. He knew those cobalt blue eyes, so capable of making a lip quiver and heart melt, were locked on his, shining with barely contained excitement. He could almost smell her perfume, memory filling in gaps his senses couldn’t pick up on. Memory only served so well, for when his eyes slipped from the shadow of her face to the barely visible lines of her body, he could feel the animalistic lust in his loins. She was gorgeous, her body one flowing curve after another. From the gentle slope of her breasts down over the sumptuous arc of her ass, she was absolutely gorgeous. Breaking the moment of silently reverie, she leapt the five feet that separated them into his arms, a giggle of glee escaping slightly parted leaps as he caught her. His lips immediately touched her neck, sending shudders down his body at the feel or her skin once again. Smooth as alabaster, she wore a tan like a second skin. She pulled back slightly, only to allow their lips a moment to find one another before joining in a melting embrace. His tongue pushed past the luscious barrier of her lips, finding hers roaming in anticipation as well. His hands slid from ass to hips, gliding over the thin layer of clothing she wore to cup her breasts, the unnecessary bra unable to hide the erect nipple beneath. He held her firmly against him as his arms circled her and crossed; her own already dragging fingernails over his shirtless back. A groan slipped into her mouth, causing her to smile mid-kiss. He chuckled as she kissed him harder, pulling against her lower back and forcing her to arch her breasts against him. “Clothes… off,” He whispered, turning and carrying her to the bed. He squatted slightly, seating her on the edge of the mattress so that she could raise her arms above her head as he removed the cotton barrier from her body, leaving only a lacy cover over her perfect breasts. For the moment, this stayed, his passion unable to be contained as his lips found the skin of her jaw-line, sliding from bottom of the ear to collarbone and back again. She tilted her head back and moaned, eyes closing as her toes curled in pleasure, the small sandals previously there falling silently to the carpeted ground. She pulled back lightly, only to lean forward a moment later and place a kiss on his peck, her fingers trailing down to his belt as her lips followed their movements. He leaned back slightly in anticipation, her hands forcing his now undone pants down and over the arc of his muscular ass. His strong hands found side of her head as she looked up at him with almond-shaped eyes, a smile touching her lips. A single wink was the only answer she allowed him as her hand wrapped around the shaft of his semi-erect cock, slowly tightening her grasp on his throbbing member. Another groan eased itself from his throat as eyes snapped shut, a shallow breath expelled from unready lungs. With no further hesitation, she pulled the tip of his dick to her lips, allowing her tongue to slide forward and dart against its thick head. He could barely hold himself up, his body so unused to the gentle touch of a woman as she slowly took his cock into her mouth. She worked the shaft with her small hand, taking more and more into her mouth as she continued to stare up at him. “Christ babe,” He groaned, “That’s fucking amazing.” She giggled lightly, scraping her teeth against the head of his dick as she continued to pleasure him. He reached down and took a handful of her hair in his grasp, gyrating his hips forward to match the motions of her head. She gagged for a moment, unused to it, but quickly collected herself and relaxed her throat muscles, allowing more of him into her. Slowly he slid his cock deep into her mouth, her throat; his body screaming in protest each time she pulled her head back. Minutes seemed like hours, such was the pleasure that she could inflict upon him. Finally, knowing that this was only the beginning, he pulled back and lifted her up to him, kissing her squarely on the lips as he reached behind her to undo the clasp of her brassiere. Black lace slid from tan skin as he pulled the bra from her body, basking a moment in the beauty of her ample and perky breasts before sliding to his knees before her, his lips trailing kisses down her chest as he did so. He took her nipple in his mouth as his body separated her knees, pulling her to him with strong arms. A curious tongue flitted across the rigid nipple that lay in his mouth, his teeth grating it ever-so-tenderly. She bit her lower lip gently, looking down at him with a look of care and tender passion, arching slightly to his touch as if to tell him she wanted more. He took her nipple into his mouth fully, lips encircling the areola as he sucked gently on the rigid surface. She gasped lightly and ran a hair through his hair, pushing downward suggestively with little force. He got the hint, however, and lowered his lips once more, kissing her body in a side winding trail down to her waist. His fingers deftly undid the button of her jeans and in no time she was left wearing nothing but a nearly transparent thong, the only thing separating his body from hers. Allowing this to remain for the time being, his lips continued their journey down and to the inside of her thigh, pausing at the joint of her hip and lingering on the soft skin here. She leaned back on two hands and closed her eyes, placing her feet on his shoulders as his kiss sent shivers through her body. He knowingly grinned, continued his path as his mouth led its way across the inside of her thigh and to the back of her knee. Pausing for only a moment, he finally traversed his way back to the soft spot just next to her wet slit. He grinned, noticing the slowly growing line of wetness on the thin material of her thong. With baited breath, she slid gyrated her hips against his mouth. “Stop teasing me babe! Just fucking do it already!” She smiled as she berated him, chuckling as he finally removed the underwear from her body. He grinned as well, finally able to access her sweet, juicy pussy. With a lick of the lips he knelt steadily between her legs, trailing kisses all around her the lips of hairless vagina before finally allowing his tongue to grace across the wet slit. She groaned audibly as he continued, sliding his tongue into her body before up and over her clit. She arched her back further, forcing her pussy up against his face as his tongue flickered and darted, performing the act he loved so much. She moaned with his cunnilingus, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him closer. His hands slid up so that his arms encircled her thighs, his thumb and forefinger spreading her pussy lips so that he could more closely lick her clit. She shuddered with joy as he focused on the sensitive nub, his tongue darting across it quickly as he sucking on her pussy. His finger found its way into her tight little hole and plunged deep, causing her a sharp intake of breath as he sucked her clit. “fuck yea babe… right there.. Oh god RIGHT THERE.” She bit her lip hard as his fingers fucked her pussy and his tongue worked her slit, lips puckered on her clit as she ground her hips against his face. Suddenly, her legs clamped on the side of his head and her breathing halted for a moment. He grinned, continuing to tongue fuck her as he tasted her orgasm flood his mouth. A moment later he leaned back, her hand stroking his hair as her breath came in sharp gasps. Grinning widely, he stood before her, leaning across her naked body to kiss her passionately. Her hands slid to his cheeks, grasping his face, and holding him in the kiss… in the moment. Her heels lifted and crossed over his lower back as his hard cock slid up and over her pussy, resting on her stomach. She grinned devilishly as she lowered one hand down to his throbbing member, guiding the pulsing head to the still wet opening of her slit, rubbing it up and down between her lips. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily against her neck, doing all that he could to not simply thrust the length of his cock into her with one solid stroke. At long last she stopped her teasing and held his cock just before the opening of her pussy, allowing just the tip to part her hot, wet, lips. Pulling gently with her hand, she guided him into her as he slowly pushed forward, thrusting himself into her body. A wild groan emitted from her throat as her eyes closed in ecstasy, the gentle rhythm of his cock matching her breathing. With closed eyes he embraced the moment, feeling his thick dick sliding in and out of the tight walls of her pussy. He could feel each movement, each breath, each heartbeat. He could feel her working the muscles of her lower body to clench herself on his cock, milking it with each movement. He fucked her slowly, gently…passionately. “fuck me baby… fuck me..” she whispered in his ear, dragging nails across muscular shoulders to leave trails of bright red. With renewed inspiration he thrust his cock into her harder, slamming the tip of his head against her back wall. She grunted lightly, but didn’t make an attempt to stop him as he hammered into her, her lips parted with each moan that escaped her body. He thrust himself deep and hard, pulling out so that just the tip of his cock remained inside of her before plunging back into the hot wet depths of her body. She rocked herself back against him, grinding her hips against his with each forward thrust. “Roll over,” He grunted, lifting her almost completely from the bed as he placed her on her stomach and pushed her legs together. Looking down at her gorgeous ass and puffy pussy lips, he couldn’t but help but smile, wondering where he’d found such a gorgeous woman. He took his cock in his hand and tilted it slightly downward as he straddled her, leaning forward so that he entered her from behind. She moaned loudly, her hands squeezing the sheets in them as his cock slid the length of his shaft into her pussy. She arched back against it, moaning as he pushed both himself up and the bed down, allowing it to spring her back into him with each thrust. “Oh god..” she moaned, “Harder.. fuck me harder..” Her desire was his decision, and he pounded his cock down and into her, causing the bed the knock loudly against the wall of the small dorm room. She grunted as he panted, his hips working hard to continually push himself down into her. He grabbed her long hair and pulled back, slapping her ass as her head lifted from the bed with closed eyes and an open mouth. “Yes baby, fuck me!” He bit his lower lip as he obliged, trying to hold off what he knew was inevitably to follow shortly. With a final slap of her ass he ripped his cock from the hot confined of her body and grabbed it with his hand, groaning and bucking his hips as hot white cum shot from the bulging head. White globs landed on the small of her back as his orgasm shook his body, grunts pushing through clenched teeth. Finally, when all was over and he could regain control, he wiped the semen from her body and leaned to her ear, encompassing her with his arms. “I missed you babe.”
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His Italian shoes made soft splashing sounds on the damp concrete, which was flooded with puddles. On either side of the two men, medium sized stalls, made of barbed wire, stretched to the end of the barn. In each cage cowered a shivering girl or woman, all of varying ages, from under ten to over forty. The two men contrasted wildly. The younger was impeccably dressed, with a black Armani suit with the white dress shirt underneath turned up at the sleeves and collar. His eyes were piercing blue with curly black hair, and he looked to be about thirty. The older man was nearly sixty, with white hair and a big beer belly. His teeth were tobacco stained and yellow in color, and he had large damp patches under each arm. The older man hitched up his pants and spat at the nearest girl. "Aw, shut the fuck up, slut!" He snarled, then slapped the cage wire, making a loud shaking noise. Then he laughed and spat again. "Take yer pick, Mister Fisher. Yer Paw and I go way back, so take any one yah want free o' charge." The young man's nostrils flared. "You treat your stock like animals." His voice was low and soft, almost menacing. The older man laughed and kicked the nearest cage. "That's 'cause they are animals, Mister Fisher. Sluts and bitches, the whole lot of 'em." The young man's sharp ears caught a noise. "What's behind that door?" He asked, quickening his pace. The old man spat another glob of tobacco. "Punishment chambers. Yah don't wanna go in there, trust me, sonny." The young man opened the door and revealed a sickening sight. A beautiful young girl was strapped in an X formation to a large metal machine. Two masked associates were taking turns beating her perky breasts, laughing as they did so. The young man, without missing a beat, withdrew a throwing knife and flung it at the belt. Zzzzzziiiippp! The throwing knife impaled the belt and pinned it to the wooden stretcher rack. Both men stopped laughing and stared at this audacious man who had dared to interrupt their fun. He went over to the girl, who looked about to pass out, and took out another knife. He looked in her weary blue eyes, and saw a weary, pleading kind of relief, like she was saying, "Please. Just end it." He sliced the bonds off her wrists and ankles, and the girl collapsed into his arms. She was shivering, and the bruises were already forming on her body. He picked her up easily, carrying her light weight over to the door. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering. "Your disgusting. I cannot believe my father thought you were a decent man." His voice was contemptuous. "I'll take this one." Without another word, he turned on his heel and left. ***** The girl woke slowly. She half-expected to wake up in her filthy stall, and finding that it had been all a dream. But instead she awoke in soft satin sheets, in a full sized bed, with thick fluffy pillows and soft blankets. She sat up, wincing at the pain all over her body. She was wearing a flannel nightgown, and the room she had been sleeping in was warm and well furnished. Over on the white dresser, there was a note taped to her mirror. She got up slowly, careful not to accidentally bump her sore hips against the chair back. The note was printed in a clear, firm hand: I don't know your name, otherwise I would address this note to you. I will not be here today, but I hope you find your quarters comfortable. If you have any requests or needs, please ask Sandy, the head nurse. There is a bathroom down the hall, first door on your right. I hope you find it to your satisfaction. I had it stocked with anything you might need. If you are feeling better by this evening, please consider joining me for dinner. Your closet and dresser are filled with clothes, so you may take your pick. Sincerely, James Fisher. The girl padded slowly down the hall, and nearly fainted with pleasure. The bathroom was all white marble and tile, with a huge whirlpool tub in the corner, the three sunken steps leading down into the black marble tub. The spigots were all gold dragon heads, and there was a chrome caddy stocked with shampoo, conditioner, razors, washcloths and bars of soap. There was a towel rack on the left wall, which was plugged discreetly into the wall, so she guessed it was a heated towel rack. The bathroom mat was thick and soft, so she stood on this and undressed. She shucked the nightgown and turned on the hot water, testing it with her wrist. She looked in the mirror and examined her bruises. Luckily, Mr. Fisher had stopped the men before there were too many bruises, so her breasts were not as sore as they might have been. Still, there were blue and purple stripes criss-crossing her chest and stomach. The beautiful bathroom was slowly filling with steam, so she tested the water again and eased herself into the water. After the initial blast of heat, she relaxed and started soaping herself up. It felt wonderful to scrub the weeks of caked dirt off of herself. Her long red hair was soon soft and silky again, thanks to the shampoo. She looked at the razors for a while, wondering. When she had been in "The Kennels" as they were called, she would have given anything for a razor to slit her throat. But now, she wanted to feel pretty again. So she took the razor and started shaving her legs, careful not to make a nick or a cut. When she got out of the bathroom, the maids all started buzzing about her. The dirty, battered looking girl who had went in came out with soft, creamy colored skin, big blue eyes, and silky red hair. Her breasts were a healthy size, and they jiggled as she walked. Her plump ass swayed with every move, and her legs went straight up to her chin. What a difference a bath could make! She went to her closet and sorted through the clothes, pleasantly surprised. No bunny suits, kitty costumes, or leather suits. No dog collars, leashes, dildos, or anything. Just normal looking clothes. She examined her dresser and picked out a pair of stonewashed jeans and a tank top. The underwear and bras there came in matching sets, so she chose a pink lacy pair. Once she put on her jeans and soft pink tank top, she discovered a little drawer filled with makeup. Delighted, she started applying some mascara and eyeliner. After putting on some pink lip gloss, she looked like a knockout. She took her towel and nightgown and went to find Sandy. Sandy was a plump, motherly looking woman with bobbed gray hair and a sweet smile. "Oh yeah, thanks. I'll just throw those down in the laundry. Master Fisher said you can roam around, entertain yourself for this afternoon. If your hungry, just come into the kitchen, okay? I'll knock you up something to eat." "Ok, thanks." She said. Sandy looked at her quizzically. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The girl smiled. "Ten-twenty -eight." She recited with a sad smile on her face. Sandy frowned. "What does-" she started to ask. "It's my number. See?" The girl unbuttoned her jeans and showed a tattoo on her hip, the number 1028. "No, poor thing, your given name." said Sandy sympathetically. "Oh. Sophie, but nobody's called me that in at least six years." Sandy patted her arm. "Well, Sophie, you just make yourself at home. All right? When I make lunch, I'll call you down." Sandy waddled off with the laundry. Sophie started up the marble staircase. It was chilly on her bare feet and she wished she had thought to put some socks on at least. But when she started opening the doors and looking around, she forgot her cold feet. There was a game room, with a leather couch and a foosball table, a ping pong table, a wet bar, and a wall mounted TV. There was a guest room, with a king sized bed and another wet bar. She discovered another bathroom, smaller then the other one but just as handsome, and then she found the library. It was a gigantic library, with a cathedral ceiling and wall to wall shelves filled with books. The bookshelves were cherry oak, and the carpet was plush and blood-red. At the back of this huge room were several squat chairs that looked very comfortable. There was a small coffee table with an ashtray and a little dish of candy and another little dish of dried fruit. Sophie hadn't read anything in years, so she picked out a book at random and sat down to read. ***** The book was very good, and she lost track of the time until Sandy poked her head around the door. "There you are. Lunch is ready, dear. Come down from the drafty room." Sophie took the book with her and followed Sandy downstairs. The kitchen was huge, all shining chrome and stainless steel. There was a large black granite table with a crimson runner on it, but Sandy had set her place at a large butcher block table, which was about the size of a normal table. Sandy had prepared a roast beef sandwich, with several good handfuls of potato chips next to it. There was ginger ale in a bottle next to her, and she poured herself a generous helping. After devouring the sandwich while reading the book (which was Hounds of the Baskervilles), the majestic clocked chimed two o'clock in the kitchen. There was a sound of a door opening somewhere, and James Fisher entered the room. Sophie was struck at how handsome he was. His eyes were so blue they looked black, and he wore a crisp dress shirt rolled up to the elbow. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him a gung-ho, daredevil look. James gazed at his guest, the corners of his mouth twitching. She was twisting a napkin between her hands, cringing slightly. He knew she expected him to march over and demand her to get on all fours in the presence of her master, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned against the butcher-block table and ate a potato chip. "How do you feel?" He asked. His voice was soft and rich, with a trace of an accent, but Sophie couldn't identify what kind. "F-fine, sir." she said, not looking at him. He smiled a little, and tipped her chin with his knuckle, so they were face to face. "Relax. I won't bite. What is your name?" She could hardly breathe, and her chest felt tight. "S-sophie." He laughed a little. "Didn't I just say relax? I'm not going to hurt you, child. How old are you?" Sophie's forehead knotted a little, and she frowned. "I'm...seventeen, I think. Yes, I'm seventeen." She was still twisting the napkin, but she seemed calmer. "You look much better, Sophie. I suggest you take a nap, or continue reading that excellent book you chose." If he had not helped her out of her chair, she thought she might have stayed there for years. He was so sweet, helping her up the stairs with his hand on her elbow. She was a little unsteady, and he was pleased that she seemed to like him. He tucked her into her bed, and sat down on the edge of it. Sophie seemed sleepy, but anxious. "Why are you doing this to me?" She whispered. He stroked her hand gently. "I hate seeing people mistreated. Besides, you’re a very beautiful woman. Now, get some sleep." She relaxed a little more, and he continued stroking her hand. Her eyes closed slowly, and soon her breathing was deep and slow. He crept silently out of the room, closing the door behind him. That evening a crystal bell chimed when it struck six. James was waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase, and he watched her walk carefully down the steps. She was wearing a crimson taffeta gown, with a V neck that showed a hint of her cleavage. The back plunged down to the small of her back, and she had on black high-heeled shoes. Her hair was loosely braided, and a few auburn curls framed her face. James smiled, and held out his arm. She laughed nervously, and they went into the dining room. The meal was delicious, roast duckling with stuffing, fluffy mashed potatoes, sweet squash, buttery rolls, and a heavenly cheesecake for dessert. Sophie ate light, conscious of the constrictions of her dress. James was very well educated, and Sophie loved to hear all of his stories. He was eloquent, handsome, and smart. Sophie had never liked any men, except her father, but there was a strange, tight feeling insider her chest, and it wasn't from the dress. Every time she heard him laugh her stomach wiggled a little. Afterwards, James asked her to dance. She blushed scarlet. "I don't know how." She giggled, the wine she had drank slowing her tongue a fraction. "Here, I'll teach you. Put your hand here," He said, taking her hand and putting it on his shoulder. "And hold my other hand with your left." She laughed again, her stomach flip-flopping as he put a hand around her waist. The dance was slow and easy, and they wound up by the fireplace, the fire casting flickering shadows on the stone hearth. James and Sophie's eyes locked, the pair of them lost in their own world. When recounting afterwards, Sophie was never able to remember who kissed who. All she recalled was first they were dancing, and then they were kissing. His lips were warm and firm, and she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to dip into her mouth. Her arms were around his neck, and his hands were softly stroking her hips. "Where?" She pleaded, breaking the kiss. He smiled at her, kissing her cheek. "You need to go to bed, love. It's late." She pressed herself against him and pleaded again. "Oh please, I need it. Please!" He put a finger on her lips, and she lowered her eyes. "Not tonight, Sophie. I'm glad we got along so well, but you need rest. Your bruises have not healed, and your are too eager." He escorted her upstairs, and they kissed again outside her bedroom door. She tried to tug him into her room, but he laughed again and kissed her hand. "Good night, Sophie." ***** It had been four days since the romantic dinner, and since then Sophie's bruises had healed. Every day she explored more and more of the old house, and every night she masturbated feverishly to the thought of him making love to her. She had been out in the garden, wearing cutoff shorts and a tight t-shirt, when Sandy came out to greet her. "Sophie, you better go see Master Fisher. He asked for you in his study." Her heart leapt, and she stood, brushing the dirt off of her hands. She hurried in the house, stripping off her gardening gloves and kicking off her sneakers. She raced up the stairs, two at a time, and found herself in front of the oak door that said, "JAMES FISHER" on it in gold lettering. Sophie knocked lightly. "Come in!" said James's voice. She opened the door tentatively, and he was in front of his desk, leaning on the wall. He smiled at her, and she approached him, not sure of what was about to happen. He held her hands for a second, and then she melted into him. She loved the way he held her, so close and tender, and she looked up at his sharp blue eyes. They kissed again, but this time is was different. She was firmer, more persistent. They wound on kneeling on the plush wool rug, and James unbuttoned her shorts. She slid them off, still kneeling on the rug, and threw them aside. She pulled her own t-shirt off, and James dexterously unclasped her bra with one hand. He slid his other hand into her panties, and found the silky dampness between her legs. Sophie shrugged off her bra, and James slowly pulled off her panties. He pushed her back on the rug with two fingers, and kissed her again. Then he knelt and started kissing her thighs, watching her quiver. He took forever, teasing her, kissing all around her precious sex until she was pressing his head in between her thighs. He gently inserted a finger into her tight pussy, and suckled on her clit at the same time. Sophie was mauling her breasts with one hand, and with the other she was pushing James's face into her pussy. She was bucking her hips rapidly against his face, and then the orgasm hit her in a blinding, overwhelming wave of pleasure and an animalistic lust. Her bucking hips slowed, then she lay there, panting. She finally noticed he was undressing himself, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding off his jeans. Her eyes grew as she watched his good-sized cock bounce as he pulled off his undershirt. It was at least 8 inches long, and decently thick. He nuzzled her neck, and slowly pushed himself, inch by inch, into her tight and amazingly warm pussy. He kept it there for a moment, allowing her pussy to get used to the intrusion, and then slowly started to withdraw. He pulled out half way then slid back in, working up a slow rythem. She dug her fingernails into his back, pulling him closer and deeper, closing her eyes and panting. He felt her pussy muscles contract, but he held off until her second orgasm had thoroughly cleared her system out, and the exploded inside her, warm, sticky cum filling her most precious and secret hole. They lay there, exhausted from their lovemaking, and finally drifted off to slumber.
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What if I told you there was a secret to women? To make any woman want you. Sounds a bit like an add for somthing that you know don't work right? Well, it does work. I found that secret, however I never knew the implications it would have on me. Who knew I would end up running for my life from a crazed husband who wanted nothing more than to turn my brain to soup, or that o would have women literally kill for me? I'm not going to lie, it was fun while it lasted, just wish it didn't end like this. It all started when I found this leather bound book. I couldn't really make heads or tales of anything written in its pages, which looked like they came from ancient Egypt with how old it was. Flipping through its pages just about to toss it aside when I saw somthing I could understand, a spell. Of all things I could read it just had to be a spell of lust right, why not, fits my life perfectly. I read the instructions, committed them to memory deciding to give it a try. The first person I decided to try this spell on was a coworker. A larger woman a few years younger than me, brown hair cut to her shoulders. She had beautiful dark eyes and full lips, wide waist that made walking behind her like being in heaven, if you know where to look. Connecting with her wasn't that hard, we actually had a lot in common. The talk was short and sweet, she had to get back to work. As she walked away I cast the spell. A quick wave of the hand with a word of power, I had to make sure I was the last person she spoke to otherwise someone else would reap the reward. It may have been a coincidence but shortly after all was said and done she turned and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled softly, my heart started pounding. She was on my mind for the rest of my work shift, did I mention I was attracted to her? As I was leaving work to my surprise she was sitting at a bench looking intently at the door. She had been off work for three hours, so I approached her and asked if everything was ok or if she needed help. "The only thing I need help with is you." I was speechless, it worked it really worked. "What do you mean by that?" I asked with a nervous laugh. "Eight tonight, my boyfriend will be working meet me here." Fuck, boyfriend. I could have called it off at that, but I didn't care that she had a boyfriend. If this worked I could take her from him. Yes I know I'm a bad person, that should already be evident if I'm using a spell to get women to like me. The next few hours seemed to creep by, I swear I showered ten times. 7:45, time to go. My stomach was knotted up when I arrived, that faded away the moment I saw her. She was wearing a small black dress split in the front showing her cleavage. Funny I never noticed til then but she had nice breasts not just ass. She wasn't showing a lot of legs, but what she did show was great. She looked amazing, makeup done up with bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner. She sat on the same bench as before, when she saw me a huge smile spread across her lips, "What do you think of the dress?" "You wear it well." Yup, great compliment, better then what was going through my mind of how I would like it better off her. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on staying in the dress long." Her smile widened as my world spun. We went to her place. I didn't even get to close the door before she planted my back against it with a passionate kiss. Her hands worked fast unbuttoning my pants. I couldn't breathe, I didn't know if this was real, but if it wasn't I didn't want to wake up. I must have spaced out, she now had my pants down and was stroking me. The noice I made I'll admit wasn't very masculine, but who cares? She lowered herself to her knees before me and looked up at me with hungry eyes as she continued her work on me. Keeping my eyes open had become a chore, her hand felt so good, then came her mouth. I moaned grabbing her shoulders, she let out a soft giggle and started to bob her head on me. The feeling of her warm mouth and tounge drove me insane. How long was I enjoying it? Don't ask me that time didn't exist anymore. I was overcome with passion when I lifted her off the floor. I kissed her long and hard and pushed her into a recliner. Her dress flew up revealing all her glory. She had no underwear on so my next move was simple. I got to my knees and began to repay the favor of the pleasure she gave me. She squirmed as my tongue went to work. Her hand on the back of my head as I started to kick inside her. I must be doing somthing right, her moans turned to screams, it was extremely arousing. I lifted my hands to her breasts which came free of the dress easy enough. Her nipples erect met my fingers and her screams grew louder. She had enough, she pushed me to the floor on my back climbing on top of me. She inserted me into her, making a sound that I'll never forget. Her face contorted with pleasure as she lowered herself taking more of me in. She was now riding me, giving me one hell of a view as she did. Her eyes burned fiercely her nails digging into my bare chest, wait where did my shirt go? Her breathing began to speed up as she did the same with me, my hands cupped her breasts playing with her nipples seemed to be somthing she enjoyed. Then it happened, I erupted inside her. Her walls milking me for all I have. She smiled down at me as she layer against my chest. We spent a bit of time together afterwards, I even learned her name was Lena. We agreed that no one would be able to know about this, and agreed on a new date for it to happen again. I should have stopped there but I was drunk with this power. My next target was already decided.
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I waved down the waiter as I finished off my glass of wine. I asked for the check and scanned the room while I waited. The hotel restaurant looked bigger this early in the evening when it was relatively empty. Besides myself there were two other patrons, both male. One looked to be in his late forties. The man at the bar looked to be my age or younger. And he definitely caught my eye. He was about six feet tall with short black hair and a firm tanned body. His suit looked expensive and it fitted his slim figure like a dream. He didn't seem to be aware of my existence, which was just as well. I don't usually meet too many guys on the road and after three years with the company, I'd given up my extravagant dreams of having a wild global sex life. At 27, I stand just over six feet tall with a swimmer's build. My business suits aren't too flashy but I have them custom tailored. My copper colored hair is always unkempt but somehow it works. My eyes are bright green and they tend to pop out at people. When I paid my bill I got up and got on the elevator to go up to my room. Just before the doors closed a hand shot through the gap to hold the lift. The man from the bar quietly boarded and gave me a polite nod of greeting. He reached for the panel but saw that I'd already pressed the button for his floor. "Fourteen?" he asked in a calm tone. I nodded and waited for the box to jolt to life. We got to our floor without any other stops and we both stepped out and headed in the same direction. "You know I might think you were following me," he joked. His voice was warm but with an edge. The sound of it excited me, but I kept my cool. "I got on the lift first remember? For all I know you could be following me." I replied in the same joking tone. He glanced sideways and looked me over. I thought he was checking me out but he didn't do or say anything else. Finally we both approached the end of the hallway and turned to our left. He reached for the doorknob next to mine. We both laughed. "Well if we're going to be neighbors we might as well know each other's name. I'm Marshall." He extended his hand to me and I took it in a firm shake. "Declan. Nice to meet you." "Likewise," he said. "Well, maybe I'll see you around." We both slid our cards into the doors and went into our rooms. Immediately my breathing increased as I untied my tie and sat on the edge of the bed. Was Marshall coming on to me? God I can't even tell anymore. I hadn't had a relationship or any contact beyond a booty call or a hook up at the club back home in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a crush on a man whose orientation you didn't know. I kicked off my shoes and hung my shirt and pants in the closet, lounging back on the bed in nothing but my bright blue and red briefs. I sat against the headboard and crossed my legs, savoring the feeling of the tight underwear against my cock. It started to stiffen up and I ran my hand down my chest, shivering at the contact of my cool hand to my warm skin. I slid my hand down into the front of my boxers and squeezed my cock as I felt it grow some more in my fist. Slowly I stroked it with a tight grip until it was poking out the side of my undies. I pulled it out the hole in the front and the briefs barely expanded to let it all through. By now the feeling of the smooth material on my ass and hips had my dick full, red, and velvety. I stroked slowly as I rubbed my balls through my briefs. I reached down lower and started playing with my asshole through the thin material and my rhythm increased. I could feel the cum rising in my balls when someone knocked on my door. "Godddammit," I grumbled as I stuffed my iron hard member away and slid into some jeans, doing a dance when the rough material grazed across the head of the sensitive cock sticking out the leg of my briefs. I snapped the buttons shut as I reached to open the door. On the other side was Marshall, dressed more casually now in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt that showed off his modestly sized but very shaped muscles, as well as the green and red tribal tattoos on his arms. "Marshall, hey. I was just relaxing in here. What are you up to?" I asked, propping myself up on the doorway, letting my sculpted pecs and abs define themselves. Marshall's eyes lingered on my chest for a slight moment. "I was headed down to the sauna, thought you might want to join me. They're great stress killers." If there was any hint of tension in Marshall's voice he had it hidden under the cool visage he presented to me. The mixed signals were starting to irk me. But I did enjoy a good sauna session. And I did want a chance to see Marshall sans clothes, so I told him I'd be ready in just a minute. I invited him to step inside while I went around the corner to change. I made sure I was perfectly aligned with the mirror, so he could watch if he so chose, before popping the buttons on my jeans and bending over slowly to remove them. Then, just in my briefs, I stepped over to the bureau and opened the bottom drawer, taking out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slipping them on. "Do you need a towel?" I asked reaching for one and seeing he didn't bring one with him. Maybe that was intentional? "Nah they have plenty down there." He replied. I just nodded and left the towel. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe he was just a run-of-the-mill skirt chasing straight guy. Maybe my desire was inventing the looks I though I kept catching out of the corner of my eye. We got down to the pool facility and Marshall punched a code in to get into the sauna. Once inside he went over to the lockers and took off his shorts and tee shirt. I tried my best not to sneak glances over my shoulder as I did the same. I dropped my briefs and put them in the locker with my clothes, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist to hide my still partially engorged member. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marshall in a pair of loose-ish black boxer briefs and my blood really started to pump. But instead of taking them off he grabbed a towel and went straight into the sauna. Slightly disheartened I followed him. In the room we sat on the wooden benches across from each other. Marshall spread his arms and legs and let his head dip back and his eyes close. He let out a sigh of contentment as my eyes took in the view. Now's as good a time as any, I thought. I'll make my move now and if he's not gay, then what have I lost? But the idea of him rejecting me froze me in my seat for the few moments it took for him to start talking. Over the next hour we got to know all the standard superficial facts about each other. Where are you from, what do you do, how often do you travel? As it turns out we both traveled almost non-stop for our jobs and it left no room for a real personal life. By the end of our talk we were both starting to prune and I'd lost all hope in having a fling with Marshall. My one condolence was that I'd finally get to see him naked, unless he was planning to shower with his damn boxers on. But when we stood up and exited the sauna he started putting his clothes back on. I was starting to think he was just weird; One of those people who never fully undresses. With a little more small talk we ended up back outside our doors, both heading to bed for the night. My cock was perpetually half swollen and I had no prospects other than myself to get off tonight. Maybe it just wasn't my night. I got inside and booted up my laptop to get a little work done then find some porn to put me to sleep. While it started up I went to the mini bar to pour myself a nightcap when I heard the same knock from earlier on my door. Dammit this was getting me confused. I opened the door and Marshall was standing there with a towel tossed over his shoulder and a sheepish grin on his face. "The hot water in my shower isn't working and I've just got to wash off before bed. I know it's weird, but do you think I could use yours?" he asked, almost timidly. I thought I saw a mischievous spark behind his eye but I chalked it up to imagining things again. "No problem," I said. Maybe I'll finally get to see that tight ass of yours, I added in my head. He thanked me and I led him inside, telling him that he could throw his clothes on the ironing board so they'd still be dry when he got out. He thanked me again and striped immodestly then ducked into the bathroom. When I heard the water start up my cock grew to its full seven inches again. This sexual roller coaster was killing me. I massaged the organ through my shorts but to no avail. It wasn't going anywhere. Thankfully my shorts were baggy enough and my briefs tight enough that I didn't have to worry too much when I heard the water shut off. My immediate plans after Marshall left involved getting in that shower myself and beating off furiously before bed. Marshall emerged in nothing but the towel, holding his boxers in his hand. Finally, he was actually naked under the towel. He thanked me again and gathered up his clothes and left for his room. I stripped off my shirt in a hurry and started to fumble with my shorts when, for the third time that night, I heard that knock. I opened the door again, frustrated but composed. Marshall was standing there in the towel with his clothes bundled in his hand. "Can I come in again? I locked my key in my room and I don't want someone to walk by and think I'm a streaker or a flasher." I laughed and showed him in again. "I'll call the front desk and make us some drinks while we wait. Whiskey and coke?" I asked. "That'd be great. I can't thank you enough Declan. I must seem like such a hassle." He said, sounding embarrassed, but once again, I thought I caught something in his voice. "It's not a problem at all. Anything you need, just ask." I said, silently adding a long list of services I would be happy to provide. "Actually, now that you mention it..." He held out his soggy boxers. "I don't really want to put these back on. If you had a pair I could wear I'd give you a few bucks for them. I mean..." "Hey, don't worry about it. I've got plenty of pairs. They're all briefs though. Is that okay?" I asked. "Not what I usually wear but who am I to turn down a helping hand?" I grabbed a pair of bright orange and green briefs that were still in the packaging. I tossed them to him and turned to mix our drinks and give him some privacy. Neither of us seemed to bring up that I hadn't called the desk yet. I turned back around with our drinks and Marshall was once again fully dressed in his shorts and shirt. I hadn't put my shirt back on. I handed him the drink and he took a big sip then made a face. "Well, it seems someone's trying to get me drunk," he laughed. I avoided the response I wanted to give. "Hey, if you can't drink like a man you should've told me first," I laughed back. He laughed again and sat in one of the chairs by the bar. "Man these things feel great. No wonder it's all you wear. I think you may have just converted me. And they're so stylish too!" he added on to the end, jokingly. "Yeah I really like the way they feel. When I'm alone they're all I wear around." I said, taking another big sip of my drink. "Hell, don't let me stop you. I'd hate to think of you putting yourself out on my expense." He said, sounding fairly serious. I took another big sip of my drink, letting the whiskey give me a little courage, and just went for it. "Okay," was all I said as I undid and dropped my shorts, kicking them off. I was now standing there, nearly hairless from the eyebrows down, in very good shape, in my bright red and blue underwear, with half a hard on. I swilled down the rest of my drink and saw Marshall's was almost empty too. "Care for another?" I asked. "Sure," he said, handing me his glass. I went over to pour the drinks. "Come here," I said when I was done pouring them. He got up and I grabbed the glasses, meeting him halfway. Without a word I quickly set the glasses on the table behind him and pulled him into a hot, sensual kiss. Immediately his body wrapped around mine as our chests, legs, and hardening cocks pressed against each other. His hands explored the muscles of my back as mine pulled his shirt over his head. He smelled clean, fresh. I buried my face into the base of his neck and inhaled, then kissed my way up to his lips again. Marshall had the softest cheeks and lips; kissing him was like kissing a Greek god. My hands ran up his muscled arms and around to his lower back. I began to massage his lower back, moving down to rubbing his ass through his shorts as his fingers played flirtingly all around the band of my briefs. My fingers made their way around to the front of Marshall's shorts as I undid them and slid down his chest, pulling them down as I went. I was now face-to-face with his brief-clad cock, bulging against the fabric and elastic. I licked up the shaft of it through the material, to the sensitive underside of his cock head. He shuddered visibly and pushed his crotch into my face. I lightly scraped around it with my teeth, letting my tongue go all over it. "I've got to say, Marshall. These briefs are a good look on you." I smiled coyly up at him. "And being down there looks reeeally good on you Declan." He moaned out. With that I hooked my fingers under the band of his briefs and pulled them down about two inches. The pressure caused his cock to spring free and hit me in the face. I grabbed it and dove down onto it, not trying to deep throat it yet, but trying to lick as much of the shaft and head as I could. Marshall was incoherent by now, his only sounds moans and grunts, depending on what I was doing. After only a few minutes of ravishing his loins, with my own cock poking out of the top of my undies, Marshall stopped me and guided me to my feet. He kissed me again, passionately, hands running all over my chest. The head of his cock rubbed against the under side of mine and I went weak at the knees. we walked to the bed, me going backwards until I was sitting on it, Marshall's cock directly level with my face. My god what a beautiful cock. At just under 8 inches long it was the perfect size for me to suck and ride. It was thicker than average, but still proportional. His head swelled perfectly away from his circumsized shaft and was currently pulsing a light purple color. A glistening drip of precum dribbled out the perfect slit and I leaned forward, extending and flattening my tongue. I scraped my tongue up the underside of his head, then up some more to flick the drop of nectar into my mouth. I grinned up at Marshall with a naughty grin and he pushed me down on the bed, falling on top of me. We were kissing with fire. Our warm bodies were writhing across each other as both of us experienced insane pleasure from our tonguing, nibbling, licking each other's neck and chest. His fingers wrapped into my briefs and he yanked them off, standing up in one motion. I lay there, my breath quivering like a young virgin, unable to move, mesmerized by this Adonis in front of me. He knelt down, propping my legs up on his shoulders, and started to give me the slowest, wettest, warmest blow job I'd ever gotten. When the head touched the back of his throat he started humming and my hips bucked. I held my cum back and gently pulled his head off a little bit. He licked around the shaft and head, lightly pumping me, and his teeth brushed across the whole underside of my cock. I jumped in ecstasy again but he moved on his own. Marshall continued his slow pumping as his tongue traced down the middle of my hairless ball sack. It dipped underneath them and continued downwards, tickling me a little but thrilling me ten times more. His tongue reached my asshole and instead of diving right in, he flattened his tongue out and slowly licked up it. I shivered. He did it again. And again. When his rhythm became steady he stuck his index finger in his mouth, tracing it slowly around my hole while he continued licking. He slowly but steadily pushed his finger in as his tongue pointed and began probing at the ring around the finger. I was writhing and moaning like a little cock whore now. And trust me, I was fully prepared to be Marshall's little cock whore tonight. When he had been playing with my hole for a few minutes I reached my limit. My ass muscles tightened around his finger and my body started shaking. I was moaning like a slut and started panting. Marshall came up from between my legs, looking a little frantic. "You didn't cum did you?" he asked, a little worried. "I'm not ready for you to come yet." "No, baby. Well yes and now. I had an orgasm, with my ass, but I didn't cum yet." He grinned wickedly and dove back down to my ass with a renewed fervor. "Marshall, I'm not a fucking virgin. I just want your cock right now." I growled, bestially but effeminate. He quickly slid up my chest, bringing my thighs with him, until the tip of his cock rested on my asshole and he was kissing me again. We continued making out as I gently grabbed his cock and guided it into me. It slid in in one smooth motion, lubricated by Marshall's spit and my anal orgasm. On the first thrust he buried it all the way to the hilt in my ass. I moaned in ecstasy and clenched my muscles around his cock. He moaned and started to fuck in and out slowly. I let him go easy for a minute or two while I adjusted, then grabbed that marble ass of his and started pounding him into me. We were both panting and moaning and screaming at times. I reached up to kiss and lick his chest. I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked and tongued it before biting down hard on it. He bucked especially hard a couple of times before swinging me over him as he rolled over. Looking down on him from the cowboy position, I was in complete control. I ground my ass all over his cock while I bounced up and down on it, squeezing my ass shut every time his cock was going out, then impaling myself when it went forward again. I pinched both of his nipples as I rode him and he slapped my ass, hard. I screamed in pleasure and he spanked me again. "Oh yes! Yes! Give it to me! I've been bad." I moaned, slapping my ass on his thighs as I bounced up and down. He huffed and puffed and slapped me again. I bent down to kiss him again and the new angle set off another anal orgasm. My ass muscles clenched shut tighter than ever and Marshall's cock exploded in my ass. Spurt after hot, thick, creamy shot fired into me as we both shook, quaked, moaned, groaned. When we came together it was like a tsunami of incredible light in my head. I slipped into darkness for a split second before the light filled everything, expanding, morphing. It was beautiful. The warmth started in my ass and spread to every inch of the universe. We lay there like that, me on top of him, for a few minutes, glistening, panting, feeling each other, kissing. When Marshall regained his strength he crawled down my body, taking my pulsing cock into his mouth. He sucked and moaned and licked and in seconds I was going to cum. I tried to pull him off but he just pulled himself back on tighter and I exploded in his mouth. My orgasm went on and on and Marshall swallowed once or twice before I finished. Finally he slurped the last drop off of my head and crawled back up me, mouth closed. He went in for a kiss and when our mouths parted, my cum flowed out of his mouth into mine. We shared that cum-filled kiss until all the cum was gone, then we laid together on the bed for almost twenty minutes, lightly brushing our fingers over each other, planting light kisses on each other. Finally Marshall got up and headed back into the shower. I followed him. We washed off in the hot water, regaining our strength. "So should we call the hotel about your key now?" I asked him, teasingly running a finger down his chest. He laughed. "There's nothing in there I need tonight." He grinned and kissed me again. As he ran his hands down my back and started to massage my ass while kissing me, my cock started to stir again. I felt his starting to rise too and we both laughed through mischievous grins. He pecked at my lips, snatching the bottom one in his teeth for a tenth of a second and pulling. I grabbed his cock, hard this time, and laughed into his kiss. Looks like tonight's fun wasn't over yet... More to come if you guys want it ;) Declan
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Rachel looked down at the book in front of her, Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’. She was finding it hard to concentrate – English was so very boring and her thoughts kept on drifting off to other places; Miss Taylor was stood two desks away talking with one of the other girls, her back to Rachel, and her beautiful teacher the cause of Rachel’s distraction. Rachel had struggled with feelings for her pretty English teacher ever since the very first moment she had set eyes on her on the first day of the new school term only three weeks ago. This was Miss Taylor’s first year teaching at the girl’s sixth form school as a newly qualified English Literature teacher. She had started her first lesson with Rachel’s class nervously, but this was all but ignored by Rachel, the teenager unexpectedly and immediately intoxicated by her incredible new teacher. The impact Miss Taylor’s striking beauty and playful blond bob had on Rachel was instant and shocking. Details such as these on other girls were simply not something that Rachel took any notice of, but in Miss Taylor’s case the combination was absolutely mesmerising; Rachel not remembering anything from that first lesson apart from this confusing infatuation. At first these feelings were a little disorienting for a 17 year old girl; although Rachel knew she was a late bloomer and there was still a lot she did not know about the changes happening to her body, she was still surprised and more than a little scared by the sudden rush of sickly excitement whenever she was near Miss Taylor. The fact that she did not immediately recognise these new feelings as an adolescent lust was not helped by the fact that she was feeling this odd longing for another girl. It confused her, it worried her but it excited her all at the same time. For the first few weeks Rachel was uncomfortable whenever she made eye contact with Miss Taylor; every time she looked into those deep hazel eyes she felt an overwhelming rush of panic, excitement and a strange heat deep in the pit of her stomach, something that was like a glorious ache, an ache that needed to be satisfied but Rachel did not know how. Each time she caught her stunning gaze Rachel quickly averted her eyes, the girl scared that Miss Taylor might detect these weird feelings within her just from her look. To add to her strange predicament Rachel was forced to wrestle with these unfamiliar and uncomfortable feelings completely alone; the girl unable to talk to any of her friends about them, the teenager unavoidably embarrassed, Rachel knowing all too well that her childish classmates would be less than sympathetic if they realised she had a strange obsession with their young female teacher. But then, last night, when Rachel lay awake, a now familiar insomnia brought on by the racing thoughts of her beautiful English teacher again disturbing her sleep, she had found that the fingers of her right hand had unconsciously reached up to her small nipple, teasing and pulling at it pleasurably. At that moment, as the surprising new feelings of electric pleasure flowed from her lightly stimulated breast, she suddenly realised that this was more than just an odd crush – this was a deep desire and a powerful lust. At that moment she knew that she was feeling a strong sexual attraction to Miss Taylor – even though she was her teacher and even though she was a girl! These were new, exciting and very scary feelings, but, after wrestling with this frightening revelation for a few worrying moments – the conflict of her sexuality the most troubling aspect – Rachel realised that she could not ignore the strength of these feelings regardless of who they were for. After examining the depth of her attraction toward Miss Taylor and coming to terms with this shocking same-sex crush, she realised that this should be enjoyed, nurtured and experimented with. The girl had definitely never felt anything like this before, but Miss Taylor had awoken something wonderful in Rachel, something that Rachel now wanted to explore to its fullest extent. For today’s lesson Miss Taylor had opted for a conservative look; the young teacher wearing a sensible grey pinstripe pencil skirt and a white blouse. As she bent over the other girl’s desk and the fabric of the garment stretched revealingly taught over her slightly bent and pert behind, Rachel could only think naughty thoughts. The mesmerised girl was unable to help herself; with her lust drenched eyes Rachel traced the fine curved profile of Miss Taylor’s bent behind down into her thigh, the teenager following the unbroken slenderness of her sensual curves down her long, elegant legs with her gaze. Her skirt ended just below the knee, Miss Taylor’s ankles and calves naked and accentuated by a pair of delicate patent black strappy heels, the teacher’s bare skin perfectly smooth and gently tanned. Rachel imagined kneeling behind Miss Taylor and licking at the clean flesh of her calf, the girl wondering for a second what Miss Taylor’s warm skin would taste like and smirking before continuing her fantasy, the teenager working her imaginary tongue up her teacher’s leg, pausing at the crease behind Miss Taylor’s knee, tickling at the fold of her leg and waiting for her teacher to shudder with sensation before moving up, kissing the back of her thigh with pout lips, slowly sliding her hands underneath the front of Miss Taylor’s skirt and pushing the garment up to reveal the delights below. Rachel caught herself mid fantasy, her lips moistening with the erotic thought, her breath panting. She quickly regained her composure, chastising herself for staring for so long. She anxiously licked away the growing saliva and settled herself. ‘I should not be looking at my teacher in that way.’ Thought Rachel, the girl smiling, her legs slightly parting under her desk unconsciously, her cheeks flushing pink with the beginnings of arousal. She glanced nervously around the classroom to check that no one else had seen her looking at their teacher, and, to Rachel’s relief, all the other girls were hard at work on their reading project, their heads down. Rachel knew she had little to worry about – she had deliberately positioned herself at the desk at the far back corner of the classroom, a great place to admire her teacher from afar without rousing any suspicion – but she was still being careful; this surreptitious voyeurism still new to her, her natural caution making her a little nervous. But she still found herself smiling with a perverse intent, the danger of the situation somehow adding to the thrill, the girl allowing herself to drift back into her exciting and lustful vigil. Rachel now turned her attention to Miss Taylor’s white chiffon blouse. Her collar was unbuttoned and parted wide, the opening revealing the smooth skin of her shoulder and a glimpse of bra-strap from Rachel’s current viewing angle. The blouse was open all the way down to just above her cleavage where it was loosely buttoned over her small breasts. Pinching in below and shaped perfectly to her slender waist, it ended an inch above the slim black belt of her skirt, a small gap revealing a thin band of glowing skin all around, this glimpse hinting at the athletic and flat stomach beneath. With Miss Taylor’s position now by the side of Lyndsay’s desk Rachel could examine her profile, the girl delighted that she could now just see through the gap in between Miss Taylor’s blouse buttons. Rachel’s heartbeat increased excitedly when she caught a glimpse of what was hidden beneath; her teacher was wearing a sexy black embroidered balcony bra, it delicate and expensive, the cup cradling a small and pert breast softly, the mound gently rising and falling inside with each of Miss Taylor’s steady breaths. Rachel imagined pushing a finger through the gap between the buttons, creeping it under the intricate fabric of the black bra and teasing around Miss Taylor’s areolae, feeling her breast tighten lightly as the nipple became erect and then touching the small mound teasingly with her fingertip. Rachel now felt the still new feeling of her own nipples becoming erect at the thought, her nubile chest warming, her skin drawing in around her rising sensitive lumps, the tips becoming tight and receptive and tingling with a need to be touched. She licked her lips again, the girl nervously daring herself. She moved her finger up to her mouth and surreptitiously moistened the tip of one finger with her now very damp and pouting lips. She cautiously glanced around the classroom, checking that no one else was looking, her heart pounding with the excitement and the thrilling fear. She paused for an anxious second – but she could not resist – the girl suddenly pushing her finger into the gap between her own blouse buttons eagerly, feeding her wet fingertip under the soft cotton of her small training bra, the girl searching out her own hard nipple. She gasped with the shooting pleasure as her moist digit found her tender teenage mound, the girl biting at the back of her other hand in an attempt to mute any uncontrollable suspicious noises escaping from her lips. She shivered in pleasure as she gently traced the edge of her erect nipple, her vision slightly blurring with the wave of sexual excitement, her eyes still locked onto the gap within Miss Taylor’s shirt. The brief glimpses of the hidden delights within and the incredibly secretive stimulation now caused a strange warm dampness to seep into the cotton of Rachel’s knickers. She gasped at this odd new feeling – the girl briefly worrying that in all the excitement she had somehow wet herself – but the teen quickly realising that this was different sort of wetness; it felt nice, it felt right, it felt sexy! She concentrated on this slimy heat and began to enjoy the slick feeling, the hotness below now a pleasant addition to the new tingles of excitement she felt all over her body as her finger flicked back and forth over her erect breast, each pass working to heighten the once dull ache low in Rachel’s crotch into a burning fire of sexual need. As the pleasure and excitement tingled over Rachel’s teenage skin she bit at her finger tenderly, licking at the back of the knuckle with her tongue, the girl imagining it to be Miss Taylor’s stiff nipple and enjoying the resultant shudder of pleasure rush through her at the thought. Rachel now felt a screaming desire in her very wet crotch, a sickly pulsing want for a wonderful ache to be satisfied. Without realising how, she knew instinctively that she had to touch herself there, she knew that the only way to relieve such a need was to caress parts of her body that she had never explored before. But how? The girl looked questioningly down at her skirt, her mind, now intoxicated with desire, the teen wondering if anyone would notice if she slipped a hand down the front. She released her nipple and plunged a trembling palm under the desk, the girl fumbling hungrily at her skirt waist. But it was too tight and at just too awkward an angle for her virginal delvings to not to be too obvious. She franticly searched her options, a powerful lust driving her on. She bent forward in her seat, grasping at the bottom of her skirt and hitching it up over her knees. She then shifted her weight onto her right buttock, tipping herself over a little and then lifting her left thigh slightly off the chair. She traced the line of her skirt with the fingers of her left hand, freeing the hem from under her and letting it fall behind the back of the chair. Before she dropped her bottom back onto the seat she worked her left hand under her now slightly elevated thigh, pushing it under herself, the girl working her fingers toward the aching dampness in between her legs. She sat a warm, slightly sweaty buttock back onto her wrist, the teenager keeping her weight on her right thigh, the position allowing the fingers of her now trapped hand just enough freedom to push aside the damp gusset of her knickers and work their way though the moist velvety heat of her tingling and sensitive vagina. Her hidden finger, now shaking with anticipation, touched lightly at the soft, slick warmth of her young body, the tip teasing tingling parts of her that she had never explored before, parts of her that she was aware existed but she had never considered to discover until now. Each tender contact of fingertip against slimy hot flesh ignited wonderful new feelings of electric pleasure in the teen, each delve and thrust into damp, glistening, temperate darkness an incredible new epiphany of sexual joy. She panted excitedly as her fingers quickly sought out her tiny tight opening within her slimy warm softness, her fingertips teasing around her wanting edge, the girl enjoying the rush of anticipation before her first ever penetration, her chosen finger trembling with her barely contained excitement as she paused. Then, with a faint gasp, she gingerly entered herself as far as her awkward position at her school desk would allow, the girl delighting at the incredible feeling of her soft lubricated flesh enclosing around her delving finger as it slipped inside, the surprising warmth within her a wonderful shock, the pleasure from this gentle virginal entry rippling around her young body. Her heart fluttered and her vision swirled as she examined this incredible new sensation. With the penetration a raw desire flowed through her sparkling mind as she glanced back to the delicious image of her teacher, her renewed lust-drenched vigil of Miss Taylor demanding that she continue her exploration more vigorously. She flicked her finger in and out of herself hungrily, the girl quickly shifting her weight again, an instinctive move, the teenager needing to push her fingertip up inside herself further, deeper into the enveloping warmth, a lust for pleasure mixing with the ever building desire for her stunning teacher forcing her to ignore any pain she now felt in her twisted wrist. Despite the awkward position her finger entered her depths easily, her tip slipping deeply into the lubricated folds of her young vagina unhindered, each extra millimetre of penetration a stunning addition to her rising thrill. She began to gently rock on her chair, the girl thrusting her finger deeper and harder into herself, the once gentle tingle of electrifying sexual pleasure now becoming a powerful building wave of erotic joy slowly sweeping through her entire body. She bit into her right hand more violently as a fresh onslaught of deep pleasure pulsed from within her as she fucked her finger, this jolt of amazing sexual electricity causing a faint but uncontrollable moan to escape from her lips despite her best efforts to contain it. This involuntary noise immediately forced her mind back into reality through the fuzziness of her masturbation with a stab of sharp panic, the girl suddenly feeling very self-concious indeed. She quickly glanced away from the intoxicating image of Miss Taylor’s sensual profile and checked the room to see if she was still enjoying this dangerous moment of sexual discovery unnoticed. “Oh God!” Rachel immediately jerked bolt-upright in panic, her finger withdrawn, her legs crossed, hear heart thundering; Louise, the girl sat just to the right of her, was staring at her, her mouth wide open in shock, her eyes wide with surprise. How long had she been watching? What had she seen? Their eyes met and immediately they both looked away in embarrassment, both girls caught staring but in very different ways. Part two is on my wordpress site willowpink.wordpress.com
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James was hot, sexy and confident, with an amazing body. But Katie knew she shouldn’t feel this way about her brother. But she couldn’t help herself. She remembered the time she caught him wanking. Since that moment she had longed for his big hard shaft to penetrate her. Their sibling relationship had always been close, and this just seemed to bring them closer together. So, one day Katie decided to hatch a plan of how to seduce her brother. She knew the kind of girls he was into as he had spoken to her many times about how to get a particular girl. She dyed her hair a darker shade of blonde, drastic some may think, but to Katie, this was nothing. She needed her brother, and this was the least she could do to get him. She planned the evening carefully, when her parents were away. She informed her brother she wanted to cook them a nice meal, then spend the rest of the evening catching up, having ‘special time’ together. Katie spent all day making herself beautiful, getting her legs waxed and her pubic hair trimmed. She knew her brother preferred the ‘trim and tidy’ type as he had told her he got freaked out once by an ex who had had her whole area waxed. - James didn’t know what to think of his sisters suggestion of a nice meal. He was sure that is all she intended on it being - two siblings spending time together. But yet something niggled him. He realised his baby sister had grown up into a beautiful young lady, with a pert bottom, and the most fantastic tits. On many occasions he had wished she could help him out with his erection. But he knew this would never happen, would it? The day she had caught him wanking, he had left his bedroom door open on purpose, so that she would find him. He could tell the sight of him had turned her on, and later he overheard her playing with herself, which turned him on once again. This evening, he showered, dressed to impress, which part of his mind kept telling him was stupid, as he was only having dinner with his sister. But nevertheless, he wasn’t sure what to expect. - He was waiting in the dinning room when Katie appeared at the door wearing a short denim skirt which showed off her legs nicely, and a cute t shirt which clung to her breasts. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, and could she how hard her nipples were. She walked over to him and leant over him to pour the wine, seductively leaning into him perhaps a bit more than she would of usually. He felt her soft breast brush against his shoulder, and he could see down her top. James felt a bulge appear in his pants, and he tried to ignore it, but realised his sister had already seen it. He tried to cover it up, but it was too late. The sight of the bulge in his trousers had been enough proof for Katie that she really did turn him on. She had let her brother seen down her top deliberately. As she changed hands on the wine bottle, she accidentally on purpose let her other hand fall upon his cock. She quickly removed it, as if she hadn’t meant to do that, but it was no use. James grabbed her hand and put it back on his hard-on. She looked down at him and he leaned up to kiss her. His hands were grasping at her top, ripping it slightly as he pulled it off her. Katie’s firm bouncy breasts were unleashed and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She pulled him into the living room, onto the sofa. Their kisses were long, hard, passionate and needy. In between breaths he asked her ‘Is this what you want?’ She breathlessly replied ‘You should know me enough by now, that I always get what I want.’ He undid his trousers and took them, and his boxers off. His large cock sprang upwards and Katie knelt in front of her brother, stroking his manhood. He pushed her head forward, forcing her to take him into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, he let out a long moan. Watching her head bob up and down on his cock he couldn’t believe what they were doing, let alone his dream come true. ‘Oh my God Katie you have no idea how much Iv wanted this moment to happen.’. ‘Me too’, she replied with a mouth full. James lifted his sister back onto the sofa, caressing her breasts and inching her skirt up to her waist. Katie was wearing no knickers, which turned him on even more. His fingers found her clit and he started rubbing her, making her wetter and wetter as he kissed her. She longed for him to be inside her, she was so close to begging him, but before she could mutter a word, in one swift movement he had pushed deep into her wet pussy. She let out a slight gasp, and let herself succumb to his needs and wants. He pounded her pussy, wanting her to cum first. ‘Tell me what you want’ he said. Katie replied ‘I want to cum, I want you to let me cum. I want to be on you’. He granted her this wish, turned over, so she could slide up and down on his cock. Damn, she felt so good, he thought. She was riding him hard and fast, just the way he imagined she would, but it was even better than his imagination. He could feel her tightening up around his hard sharft. She was close to cumming and they both knew it. She beat down on his cock, taking his massive length inside deep. The feel and sound of her breath was amazing. Her moaning got louder and louder , her rhythm on him slowed as she shuddered into orgasm. It was all he could do not to cum. She turned him on so much. He flipped her over, and pushed himself deep inside her, taking her from behind. She was wimpering, and he could tell she was going to cum again. ‘Don’t cum yet’, he whispered. ‘Let us cum together’. She nodded in reply. He reached around and started to tease her nipples. This was too much to bear. His moaning let her know he was going to cum. He sped up his pumping into her, and let out a loud, long moan as he filled her pussy with his hot sticky cum. She, once again shuddered to orgasm, mixing their juices together. She flopped down onto the sofa, as he pulled out of her. She could feel their cum dribble out of her. Breathless they both stayed silent for a while. Katie and James both knew that was the best sex they had both ever had, and both knew it was sure to happen again. ‘Well I guess dinners ruined’, James said with a laugh. ‘Maybe, but that was so much better than any dinner’, Katie replied. She turned over, to face him. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. ‘Do you think it will happen again?’ she asked her brother. ‘Id like to think so,’ said James. ‘Shower?’ he asked her. ‘Come on then. Oh, you did’, Katie replied with a laugh.
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David closed his eyes and ran his hands down his face. His day was drawing to an end and he would soon be heading home to his condo. David was the owner of a successful software company and was quite wealthy. He drove a nice car and lived in a penthouse but because he worked so much he couldn't find a girlfriend and Friday night was the loneliest night of the week for him. "Hi Dave." Dave looked up to see his friend John had walked into his office. "How's it going?" "It isn't, I'm so sick of work I need a break." "I know what you mean, and it sounds too me like you need to unplug man. You know maybe get a woman's touch?" "I'd like that very much but I can never find one." John pulled out a card and handed it to Dave. "Take this, go there, and tell them I sent you. They'll take care of it." "Fantastic Massages? Alright I'll think about it." The next day was Saturday and Dave figured that he had tried a lot of things, What's one more. He went to the address and found out it was a house. He knocked on the door and a beautiful young Asian woman answered the door. The first thing Dave noticed were her breasts. She was a tiny girl but she must have had 36 Cs at least, but they were hard to see under her dress. Dave realized that he was looking at her chest and quickly brought his eyes back to hers. She smiled and said "hello I'm Atchira are you here for an appointment?" Dave handed her the card and said "I was told to give you this." The woman looked at the card and said "okay please come on. What's your name?" Dave kicked himself for forgetting to introduce himself but he couldn't help but be mesmerized by Atchira. She was about 5, 1 had her extravagant chest but had a very small tight ass. Atchira turned around after leading him into the room and said "payment needs to be up front it's going to be 500 dollars however for that you get the whole treatment. Dave was so infatuated by Atchira that he would have payed anything that involved himself, Atchira, and the word "massage." He payed her and Atchira lead him into an open spa area with an open shower and a large tub. Atchira then unhooked her dress and let it fall to reveal her naked body. Any doubts about Atchira having any less than 36 Cs was definitely disproved. Her body was beautifully tanned with no lines and her skin looked silky smooth. Dave was dumb struck and his erection that had been growing this whole time was now fully hard. "We're going to get cleaned up first so let's get you out of those clothes." With that Atchira began to undo the buttons on Dave's shirt when she got to his pants she undid them to see Dave's 8 inch cock creating a bulge in his underwear. Atchira looked up at Dave, smiled while biting her lip slightly and said "wow he's happy to see me." She then lead Dave to the shower, turned on the water, and began to soap up Dave. When she got to his large member she took it in both hands and sucked on the head while jerking it in both hands. Dave felt weak and almost fell over. The feeling of Atchira was almost to good to be true. After a few more minutes of soaping, jerking, and sucking Atchira stood up and said "okay now we're going to move to the bath." She had David sit in the tub and then sat behind his head as she washed him off. Dave's large member was sticking up through the water and Atchira bent down to stroke it again. "You have a nice cock" Atchira said with a smile. Atchira's beautiful breasts were now over Dave's face and he put one of Atchira's nipples in his mouth and pinched them slightly with his teeth. "AAAAh" Atchira purred. Dave felt amazing knowing that he was making this beautiful woman feel as good as he was feeling. "AAAH...um...I think... Its time...we went to...the bedroom." Dave released Atchira and they both got out of the tub. Atchira got a towel and dried David off. While she was drying him off David cupped her breasts in his hands a gave her a massage stopping every once in a while to caress her hardening nipples. David then reached down grasped her hips and lifted her into his arms. He then began to kiss and lightly bite her neck and she stirred heavier. "AAAAh FUCK! Mmmm! The bedroom is down the hall to the left." Dave walked her into the room and laid her on the bed. It was then that David first got a chance to return another favor. He parted her pussy lips and began to lick. Atchira's hips buckled and she moaned in response. Dave quickened his pace and Atchira reached down and pulled his hair. "AAAH fuck you and your tongue AAAH! Oh my god I have to ride you. Lie down." David lay down on the bed and Atchira grasped his cock as she guided it into her pussy. Her pussy was tight and David was so thick and long she could only take two thirds of him into her. Atchira placed her hands on his chest and then she began to move up and down, back and forth, and faster. With every couple of thrusts she was able to take a little more of David into her. Atchira was moaning in ecstasy and David loved the feeling of her tight pussy on his cock. "Oh my god i'm going to cum! AAAAH FUCK" David could feel Atchira's pussy get tighter as she came. Atchira slowed and slowly laid down on to his chest. "Aaaah, how do you want me David?" David grasped her hips tightly and got off of the bed. His cock was still embedded in her pussy and with an under hand grasp began to thrust and pull her onto his cock. As Atchira was slamming down on his cock her tits went up and fell down with the momentum. Atchira was in such ecstasy she was digging her finger nails into his back as her continued to thrust. "Oh my fucking god you're going to make me cum again!" Atchira yelled and David felt her pussy get tight again and her hips buckled. David wished that he could keep this up forever but this was too much. "Atchira...I'm going...to...cum" "oh my god David I need your cum on my face! Please give it to me! I want it now!" David pulled Atchira off and she immediately got on her knees and began stroking his cock. "Oh my god baby here it comes." Atchira opened her mouth and tilted her head back just as hot white cum started to spurt out of David's cock. David had never had such a powerful orgasm and his hips shook as string after string was deposited onto Atchira's face. When David's cock stopped cumming Atchira proved how dedicated she was by putting his member in her mouth to suck out any more cum. "Wow! Oh my god that was SO much cum, you cum so hard. Wow, I'm going to go and clean up. Atchira stood up and walked to the bathroom, David followed her and watched her as she cleaned his cum off of her face with a towel. They both got dressed and walked to the door. "Mmmm thank you David and please come back and see me" David thanked her and said goodbye. He promised he would be back soon and as he walked to his car he promised himself he wasn't going to give her card to anyone. He was going to keep all of this to himself. Please comment.
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This is my first story. I have never really written anything like this that I have shared with other people. If there is enough people that like it I will continue the story. Thank you for the read. His name was Ryan, a guy in his mid 30s. Married to a wife that was too consumed with her job and complaining to pay any attention to his needs so he was left to take care of himself. From time to time he would look at porn sites. Watching clips and vids that caught his attention. One night he stumbled upon a video that started off with a beautiful woman. She had amazing tits and curves in all the right places. She looked amazing he thought. He found himself with his hands down his pants before she had even shown anything outside what you would see walking down the street. Ryan continued to watch the video stroking his cock. He had a full hard on at this point. The lady started to strip off her pants and shirt leaving her in just panties and a bra. She danced for a bit like this and all he could think was that she was really good at teasing him. He found himself increasing the speed that he was stroking his cock. The lady in the video pulled the back side of her panties down flashing her perfect bubble butt. It was so smooth with a perfect tan. She quickly pulled her panties back up with a naughty look. He found this excited him even more. She exposed her ass again then asked the viewer if they would like to fuck her ass. This put Ryan over the edge and he exploded. He so aroused by this that he decided to keep stroking. He was now using his cum for lube. There was a bit of sensitivity from cumming and continuing to stroke but that faded. He kept watching the video his dick still hard he felt something he had never felt before. His dick was throbbing so hard he felt the throbbing on this anus. This both confused him and excited him so he continued to watch the video. The lady in the video had taken her bra off at this point and he was marveling at her perfect breasts. The lady was now pulling down at her panties again. Ryan was getting close to cumming again. This was new to him as he had not cum twice in this short of time before. Ryan was getting more and more excited. He wanted to see her whole body, every inch. She had teased him and he found himself slowing down his strokes so he would not finish before he saw all of her. She once again teased taking her panties off with her seductive dance. Then she turned around to smack her ass saying she had a surprise for the viewer. She turned back around and started to pull her panties down. He thought yes this is finally what I wanted to see that sweet pu......his thought was cut off. She pulled her panties down past a point and a cock flopped up. It continued to bounce. He was unsure what to do. He was so close to cumming a second time. Then she asked the viewer if they would like to suck it, offering they could finger her ass while they sucked kn her big clit. At that Ryan exploded so hard that he shot a bit of his cum into his mouth by accident. The buttery, sweet, and salty taste was new to him and out of reaction he spit it out. He sat there after cleaning himself up and clearing his history thinking about what he saw. Wondering if he was gay, he decided that maybe he was bi and thought to himself who cares. ————————————————- Over the next few weeks Ryan found himself jacking off more and more. He would find videos where it seemed like the lady might be trans. The surprise is what had him hooked. As time progressed he found himself just searching for transsexual videos. He knew he was on a path of self discovery and unsure where it would take him but he liked where it was going so far. ————————————————- The weeks past and Ryan’s wife had not noticed any of this was happening. He noticed a text saying she had to go on a business trip out of the county. Her trips usually lasted a month but this one was going to be an extra long one, at three months. Ryan decided since his wife was gone he would go out to get something to eat. There was a restaurant that had just opened up the street he had wanted to try, but his wife hated to go out for food. When he walked into the restaurant it was packed. The manager told him they were all booked up for the night and that he should come back another night. A lady grabbed onto his arm and said “my date canceled on me. Care to join me? My name is Julie.” Shocked at her beauty after a couple mumbles words he finally was able to spit out a yes. She told him if it made him feel better he could consider this their first date. Shocked he said he would love that. They were soon seated. They really hit it off talking about their lives and such. Ryan was afraid to scare her off so he left out that he was married. They finished their dinner and unsure if they wanted the night to finish she asked him to come over so they could see what happened. He followed her in his car to her house. Upon arrival she took him to the living room. She explained “I have never done this. Bring a man I just met home, that is.” He responded “It’s ok. Don’t feel like you have to do anything. We can just hang out.” She responded “give me a second. I need to change and get my head straight. You have me flustered.” He sat in the living room. It seemed like an hour. He decided to go find her. He walked through the house looking in each room. He saw a light on and went to that door. He looked into the room and saw her in the room. She was facing away from him. She was completely naked. She bent over to pick up her panties on the ground. Her ass was perfect. When she bent over he noticed something, something extra. She had balls!!!! Shock and excitement hit him all at once. He stammered. “S s s s sorry. I didn’t know what happened to you.” She turned shocked. Her cock was stiff and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was not huge but his first thought was it was a perfect size to fit the entire thing in his mouth. Then he thought that was a weird thing to think. She quickly covered up with a silk robe and said “shame on you. You peeked!” She got a smile on her face “well I guess you saw my secret. It’s only fair that I see you naked now.” Ryan was a bit shy when it came to being naked. She came over and pulled his belt off. Then unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor. She then pulled his underwear down. Shocked at the sight of his hard cock she said “my someone is excited. Have you been with a girl like me before?” Ryan responded “no but I have dreamed about it for a long time” Julie responded “well then I hope I can live up to your dreams.” She leaned in to kiss him. Her robe coming open and their cocks brushed each other. A shiver shot up Ryan’s spine, a feeling of excitement. She pushed him to the bed and said now let’s see how tight you are. Not understanding what she meant and enthralled in the moment. She started to kiss his cock and then suck on it. Then he felt her hand reach around and the felt a pressure. And then he jumped as one of her fingers went into his ass. After licking his cock from shaft to tip she asked him “how does that finger inside you feel?” He responded “different but not...” She wiggled her finger around and started to massage just inside. He moaned. She said “ok let’s see if we can fit more.” She thrust another finger inside him. “See that wasn’t so bad.” He could feel the pressure. She went to add a third finger. He let out a scream in paid. She said “oh sorry. You are really tight. We will work on that another time. “ Relieved, Ryan was just wondering what was next. She laid beside him on the bed. Her cock right in his face and his next to her face. She looked down and said “you know what to do. “ Confused and not he wrapped his mouth around her cock. He was excited to see what it taste like and if he actually could fit it all in his mouth. He bobbing his head up and down. The taste was not much different that sucking his finger. The smell thrilled him. It was indescribable and arousing. He decided he wanted it all in his mouth. He slowly took more and more into his mouth. He was over halfway and he started to worry he couldn’t do it. She told him, “you don’t have to take it all” He replied with excitement “I want to. I need to! I have to!” She said “ok go for it.” He started to go back down on her. He got almost all the way down and he felt the head of her cock on the back of his throat. He felt like he was about to gag. He knew he wasn’t going to make it. He felt so bad and then he heard her say “want some help?” He hummed “mmm hmmm”. She pushed his head down the rest of the way. He felt head of her member slide down his throat. It was exciting. He started to raise his head and she pushed him back down while moaning. She asked him if she could finish. He didn’t answer but kept going. She took this as a yes and pushed her cock back down his throat. She started thrusting down his throat faster and faster. He could feel the head of her cock getting bigger with her moans getting louder. He decided to do as she had done to him. He took two fingers and plunged them into her ass. She moaned with pleasure and then screamed “more!!” He obliged and put another finger in. He singled them around massaging inside her. Suddenly she started to twitch. And he felt it happen. She shot her load right down his throat. She rolled onto her back still breathing hard saying “you are amazing at sucking cock.” He laughed a bit saying “I have never done it before. You are my first.” She looked at him and said “ok we need to get you off. How would you like to get off. Anything except in my ass. I don’t have anal on the first date.” He looked at her and said “you choose” She said ok. She started to oil up her ass. He watched confused. She then told him to rub his dick between her ass cheeks. She reached around and put his cock between her cheeks. He thrust up and down. This felt amazing he though. Looking down at her back with those sexy dimples he loved. Her ass shiny from the oil. He felt a tingle. She re adjusted as he thrust back. Upon thrusting back he felt his cock enter into a warm and inviting area. He looked down and noticed he was inside her ass. He apologized “I’m sorry I know you said not on the first date. I didn’t mean to. “. She didn’t seem frustrated. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. She didn’t respond to him in words. She just pushed her ass against him, forcing him deeper inside her. She was tight and felt amazing. He knew he wouldn’t last long. A few thrusts later and he exploded inside her. She moaned with delight. “Oh baby yes. Keep going. Give me more!!!” Each thrust he shot more into her. He roll off of her his cock laying on his stomach. Cum still dripping from the tip. She laid next to him. Her cock laying over his leg. She told him “you are an amazing lover. We must do this again.” A feeling of guilt flushed over him. He said “I’m married”. She responded “I will not tell anyone if you keep me satisfied. No one will ever know. Make up whatever story you need. I will play along. All I want is more of this. Eventually your ass will be ready for my cock. Until then your throat will have to do.” They fell asleep in each others arms. To be continued.....
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It was Friday night and I was patiently waiting for my big brother to get off of work. Mom wasn’t going to be home until later that night so I knew we would have the house to ourselves. As time passed by I started getting more and more anxious and excited to finally see him. I knew he was going to be surprised to come through the front door to see his sweet little sister ready for him. For the past few nights he has been showing me how to be able to make him feel good without it hurting. He’s a few years older than me, tall and slighty more muscular than average. His skin pale is like porcelain and when you look him in the face you can see amazing amazing blue eyes, the lightest brown freckles across his nose and curly brown hair on top of his head. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he would have the size cock he does. I really don’t know how he manages to conceal it in his pants without even a silhouette. 4:30 finally came and I heard his car pull up into the drive way. I figured I should just be waiting naked on the couch for him so he would know what I wanted. He walked through the door carrying the leftover food he had for lunch that day and his car keys in both hands. Every time I see him I can’t help but look at his dick and see if I can see the shape of it through his pants. I was so busy staring that I didn’t even notice the look of surprise that was on his face. He just stood there, and with a smirk, said “what do you think you’re doing?” I got kind of scared that he wasn’t happy because he only says that when he’s mad at me or I’ve done something wrong. I managed to squeak out “I thought we could play a little bit since mom isn’t home…” He just stared at me with a smile and after a pause said “It’s cute how you think you get to choose when I do that.” Then continued to walk into the kitchen and put his food away like nothing just happened. I immediately got discouraged and quickly got dressed. I felt so stupid because I knew he was right. I knew he decided when we play and that he controlled me and it was dumb of me to even think that me throwing myself at him would make any kind of impact. I tried to get my mind off of it by playing video games in the living room. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed with nothing on but a T-shirt and panties which I did regularly and no one seems to mind. I am pale just like my brother, but I for some reason, have 3 times the freckles he does. I am short and not fat but I’m chubby I guess. I have plenty of curves and a DD bra size which my dyed, long, red hair looks so pretty when it drapes over my chest but my green/brown eyes, compared to him, are nothing special. I sat there completely concentrated on my game for over an hour, yelling and getting frustrated when I would die or not my objective and every time I would growl at the TV out of anger I would just hear a laugh from his bedroom down the hall. I was just about to pause my game and go smoke a cigarette outside when I heard him walking down the hall. The moment he came around the corner I saw he had changed into athletic shorts and a T-shirt, and you could see every inch of his cock against his leg through his shorts. I guess he noticed me staring because I barely heard him say “You can’t keep your eyes off my dick today. Do you want it that bad?” and I didn’t know what to say so I just looked at him and blushed. He likes when I’m quiet and submissive. He didn’t say another word before he walked into the kitchen and got himself a drink. I heard the fridge door close and his foot steps coming back towards the living room. He came and sat down beside me and placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed. He chuckled and mumbled “Goddamn I love your thighs.” And that’s when I knew he was ready to play. I just kept playing my game like I wasn’t paying attention and he slowly started moving his hand up on my thigh until his fingers were rubbing against the outside of my panties. I instantly became wet. “Damn, I knew you wanted it bad but I didn’t think you wanted it that bad.” He said with a smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just playing my game.” I replied, but I guess he could hear the sarcasm. And then he just whispered “Oh really as he leaned over and started kissing my neck. That’s my weakness and he knows it. The second his teeth rub against my skin I’m like putty in his hands. He kept kissing and biting my neck harder and harder and rubbing my panties against me until he pushed them aside against my thigh and stared rubbing my clit with 2 fingers. I couldn’t help but moan because he knew exactly what I liked and how to make me feel good. He slid the two fingers he was using to massage me and slid them into my pussy. He let out a little moan sounds and said in the sexiest, deep voice, “holy shit you’re so fucking wet.” At that point I dropped my controller onto the floor on accident and it made a loud smacking sounds but it didn’t faze him. He just kept biting and sucking and fingering and groping my boobs that he can barely fir in one hand, but he knows how to do it just right. He made me cum 2 or 3 times before he finally slid his fingers out and started taking off his shorts. His dick was so hard at this point that the shorts were like a tent. He slid them off and climbed on the couch, grabbing my hair in the process, and shoved his huge dick down my throat. I choked several times before I got the hang of him throat fucking me. I love it when he’s rough but the back of my throat was sore for the next few days because he was ramming it into my mouth so hard. I had slobber running down my chin when he yanked my hair again and pulled his cock of my mouth. He pushed me sideways meaning he wanted me to roll over, so I did and presented my ass to him like I knew he wanted. Just like I expected, as soon as I pushed my ass in the air for him he said “Good girl” and spanked me so hard I could feel his hand print on my ass. He pretty much just ripped my panties off of me; didn’t even bother to take them off gently. He spread my ass wide open and spit directly on my asshole. I love when he does it because I’m face down so I can feel it drip and run down to my pussy. He rubbed his giant dick against my ass and between my pussy lips and asscheeks just to tease me, and then in his same deep he said really slow, “are you ready for it on your ass, baby sister?” and I could get out was “ye-“ because he rammed it into me. We’ve been playing so much this past week he didn’t even have to try to make it fit. It slid right in. When we first started messing around, it hurt so bad. His dick was just too big and my asshole was too tight. But, he trained me to take it like to good little anal whore I am and I have learned to love it. He started thrusting in and out and all I could do was moan because it felt so good. I had been craving it all day, and after the incident earlier I didn’t think I was going to get it. I started ramming deeper and deeper until I could literally feel his huge cock in me pushing about my pussy on the other side. He kept hitting the same spot and I just couldn’t hold it and I squirted all over the couch as I collapsed onto my elbows. He just laughed and said “Mom’s going to be mad that you made a mess.” After I had a second to catch my breath he flipped me over and pushed my knees against my ears and lifter my ass into the air. He just rubbed me all over down there for a minute. It felt so good his fingers just pushing and sliding about my pussy. Then he lifted my butt up a little higher and spread my ass wide. I could tell it was already gapped because when he spit on it, I felt it go in. He grabbed his dick with both hands and slowly slid it in. He was being gentle and it felt nice, but I liked it rough. I grabbed his hand and placed it around my throat with a smirk. He just smiled a devious smile and tightened his grip. He started going harder and harder until I just couldn’t take it anymore and I came again and squirted all over myself and him. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He flipped me over onto my stomach and pushed my legs together. I knew this what would make him cum since it’s his favorite position. He climbed on top of my thighs and I could feel his balls resting on the back on my legs. He slowly scooted up and slid his dick back into me. At this point there was no struggling. It just slid in and out. He braced his hands against the seat of the couch, locked his wrist and forearms against my hips and just pumped until I could feel his cum in my ass. He grunted and started to slow down and finally stopped and slowly pulled his cum covered cock out of my ass as his warm cum dripped out of me and down my pussy onto the couch seat. He spanked me again, which he usually does when I do a good job, and walks back to his bedroom. I couldn’t move and just lay on the couch knowing he was going to make me clean the mess up. After about five minutes, I finally got the strength in my legs to stand up and go get a towel to clean the couch. I had to go get new panties out of my room because my others were in two pieces on the living room floor. I made sure there was no stains on the couch that would make mom curious, took my ripped panties back to my room and hid them and laid down. I had barely fallen asleep when my brother burst into my room and asked when Mom said she would be home. I sleepely replied “she said she’d be home by 11” and as I said it he looked at the clock that read 8:30. He just smiled and said be ready for round 2 in 10 minutes and closed my door.
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I waved down the waiter as I finished off my glass of wine. I asked for the check and scanned the room while I waited. The hotel restaurant looked bigger this early in the evening when it was relatively empty. Besides myself there were two other patrons, both male. One looked to be in his late forties. The man at the bar looked to be my age or younger. And he definitely caught my eye. He was about six feet tall with short black hair and a firm tanned body. His suit looked expensive and it fitted his slim figure like a dream. He didn't seem to be aware of my existence, which was just as well. I don't usually meet too many guys on the road and after three years with the company, I'd given up my extravagant dreams of having a wild global sex life. At 27, I stand just over six feet tall with a swimmer's build. My business suits aren't too flashy but I have them custom tailored. My copper colored hair is always unkempt but somehow it works. My eyes are bright green and they tend to pop out at people. When I paid my bill I got up and got on the elevator to go up to my room. Just before the doors closed a hand shot through the gap to hold the lift. The man from the bar quietly boarded and gave me a polite nod of greeting. He reached for the panel but saw that I'd already pressed the button for his floor. "Fourteen?" he asked in a calm tone. I nodded and waited for the box to jolt to life. We got to our floor without any other stops and we both stepped out and headed in the same direction. "You know I might think you were following me," he joked. His voice was warm but with an edge. The sound of it excited me, but I kept my cool. "I got on the lift first remember? For all I know you could be following me." I replied in the same joking tone. He glanced sideways and looked me over. I thought he was checking me out but he didn't do or say anything else. Finally we both approached the end of the hallway and turned to our left. He reached for the doorknob next to mine. We both laughed. "Well if we're going to be neighbors we might as well know each other's name. I'm Marshall." He extended his hand to me and I took it in a firm shake. "Declan. Nice to meet you." "Likewise," he said. "Well, maybe I'll see you around." We both slid our cards into the doors and went into our rooms. Immediately my breathing increased as I untied my tie and sat on the edge of the bed. Was Marshall coming on to me? God I can't even tell anymore. I hadn't had a relationship or any contact beyond a booty call or a hook up at the club back home in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a crush on a man whose orientation you didn't know. I kicked off my shoes and hung my shirt and pants in the closet, lounging back on the bed in nothing but my bright blue and red briefs. I sat against the headboard and crossed my legs, savoring the feeling of the tight underwear against my cock. It started to stiffen up and I ran my hand down my chest, shivering at the contact of my cool hand to my warm skin. I slid my hand down into the front of my boxers and squeezed my cock as I felt it grow some more in my fist. Slowly I stroked it with a tight grip until it was poking out the side of my undies. I pulled it out the hole in the front and the briefs barely expanded to let it all through. By now the feeling of the smooth material on my ass and hips had my dick full, red, and velvety. I stroked slowly as I rubbed my balls through my briefs. I reached down lower and started playing with my asshole through the thin material and my rhythm increased. I could feel the cum rising in my balls when someone knocked on my door. "Godddammit," I grumbled as I stuffed my iron hard member away and slid into some jeans, doing a dance when the rough material grazed across the head of the sensitive cock sticking out the leg of my briefs. I snapped the buttons shut as I reached to open the door. On the other side was Marshall, dressed more casually now in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt that showed off his modestly sized but very shaped muscles, as well as the green and red tribal tattoos on his arms. "Marshall, hey. I was just relaxing in here. What are you up to?" I asked, propping myself up on the doorway, letting my sculpted pecs and abs define themselves. Marshall's eyes lingered on my chest for a slight moment. "I was headed down to the sauna, thought you might want to join me. They're great stress killers." If there was any hint of tension in Marshall's voice he had it hidden under the cool visage he presented to me. The mixed signals were starting to irk me. But I did enjoy a good sauna session. And I did want a chance to see Marshall sans clothes, so I told him I'd be ready in just a minute. I invited him to step inside while I went around the corner to change. I made sure I was perfectly aligned with the mirror, so he could watch if he so chose, before popping the buttons on my jeans and bending over slowly to remove them. Then, just in my briefs, I stepped over to the bureau and opened the bottom drawer, taking out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slipping them on. "Do you need a towel?" I asked reaching for one and seeing he didn't bring one with him. Maybe that was intentional? "Nah they have plenty down there." He replied. I just nodded and left the towel. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe he was just a run-of-the-mill skirt chasing straight guy. Maybe my desire was inventing the looks I though I kept catching out of the corner of my eye. We got down to the pool facility and Marshall punched a code in to get into the sauna. Once inside he went over to the lockers and took off his shorts and tee shirt. I tried my best not to sneak glances over my shoulder as I did the same. I dropped my briefs and put them in the locker with my clothes, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist to hide my still partially engorged member. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marshall in a pair of loose-ish black boxer briefs and my blood really started to pump. But instead of taking them off he grabbed a towel and went straight into the sauna. Slightly disheartened I followed him. In the room we sat on the wooden benches across from each other. Marshall spread his arms and legs and let his head dip back and his eyes close. He let out a sigh of contentment as my eyes took in the view. Now's as good a time as any, I thought. I'll make my move now and if he's not gay, then what have I lost? But the idea of him rejecting me froze me in my seat for the few moments it took for him to start talking. Over the next hour we got to know all the standard superficial facts about each other. Where are you from, what do you do, how often do you travel? As it turns out we both traveled almost non-stop for our jobs and it left no room for a real personal life. By the end of our talk we were both starting to prune and I'd lost all hope in having a fling with Marshall. My one condolence was that I'd finally get to see him naked, unless he was planning to shower with his damn boxers on. But when we stood up and exited the sauna he started putting his clothes back on. I was starting to think he was just weird; One of those people who never fully undresses. With a little more small talk we ended up back outside our doors, both heading to bed for the night. My cock was perpetually half swollen and I had no prospects other than myself to get off tonight. Maybe it just wasn't my night. I got inside and booted up my laptop to get a little work done then find some porn to put me to sleep. While it started up I went to the mini bar to pour myself a nightcap when I heard the same knock from earlier on my door. Dammit this was getting me confused. I opened the door and Marshall was standing there with a towel tossed over his shoulder and a sheepish grin on his face. "The hot water in my shower isn't working and I've just got to wash off before bed. I know it's weird, but do you think I could use yours?" he asked, almost timidly. I thought I saw a mischievous spark behind his eye but I chalked it up to imagining things again. "No problem," I said. Maybe I'll finally get to see that tight ass of yours, I added in my head. He thanked me and I led him inside, telling him that he could throw his clothes on the ironing board so they'd still be dry when he got out. He thanked me again and striped immodestly then ducked into the bathroom. When I heard the water start up my cock grew to its full seven inches again. This sexual roller coaster was killing me. I massaged the organ through my shorts but to no avail. It wasn't going anywhere. Thankfully my shorts were baggy enough and my briefs tight enough that I didn't have to worry too much when I heard the water shut off. My immediate plans after Marshall left involved getting in that shower myself and beating off furiously before bed. Marshall emerged in nothing but the towel, holding his boxers in his hand. Finally, he was actually naked under the towel. He thanked me again and gathered up his clothes and left for his room. I stripped off my shirt in a hurry and started to fumble with my shorts when, for the third time that night, I heard that knock. I opened the door again, frustrated but composed. Marshall was standing there in the towel with his clothes bundled in his hand. "Can I come in again? I locked my key in my room and I don't want someone to walk by and think I'm a streaker or a flasher." I laughed and showed him in again. "I'll call the front desk and make us some drinks while we wait. Whiskey and coke?" I asked. "That'd be great. I can't thank you enough Declan. I must seem like such a hassle." He said, sounding embarrassed, but once again, I thought I caught something in his voice. "It's not a problem at all. Anything you need, just ask." I said, silently adding a long list of services I would be happy to provide. "Actually, now that you mention it..." He held out his soggy boxers. "I don't really want to put these back on. If you had a pair I could wear I'd give you a few bucks for them. I mean..." "Hey, don't worry about it. I've got plenty of pairs. They're all briefs though. Is that okay?" I asked. "Not what I usually wear but who am I to turn down a helping hand?" I grabbed a pair of bright orange and green briefs that were still in the packaging. I tossed them to him and turned to mix our drinks and give him some privacy. Neither of us seemed to bring up that I hadn't called the desk yet. I turned back around with our drinks and Marshall was once again fully dressed in his shorts and shirt. I hadn't put my shirt back on. I handed him the drink and he took a big sip then made a face. "Well, it seems someone's trying to get me drunk," he laughed. I avoided the response I wanted to give. "Hey, if you can't drink like a man you should've told me first," I laughed back. He laughed again and sat in one of the chairs by the bar. "Man these things feel great. No wonder it's all you wear. I think you may have just converted me. And they're so stylish too!" he added on to the end, jokingly. "Yeah I really like the way they feel. When I'm alone they're all I wear around." I said, taking another big sip of my drink. "Hell, don't let me stop you. I'd hate to think of you putting yourself out on my expense." He said, sounding fairly serious. I took another big sip of my drink, letting the whiskey give me a little courage, and just went for it. "Okay," was all I said as I undid and dropped my shorts, kicking them off. I was now standing there, nearly hairless from the eyebrows down, in very good shape, in my bright red and blue underwear, with half a hard on. I swilled down the rest of my drink and saw Marshall's was almost empty too. "Care for another?" I asked. "Sure," he said, handing me his glass. I went over to pour the drinks. "Come here," I said when I was done pouring them. He got up and I grabbed the glasses, meeting him halfway. Without a word I quickly set the glasses on the table behind him and pulled him into a hot, sensual kiss. Immediately his body wrapped around mine as our chests, legs, and hardening cocks pressed against each other. His hands explored the muscles of my back as mine pulled his shirt over his head. He smelled clean, fresh. I buried my face into the base of his neck and inhaled, then kissed my way up to his lips again. Marshall had the softest cheeks and lips; kissing him was like kissing a Greek god. My hands ran up his muscled arms and around to his lower back. I began to massage his lower back, moving down to rubbing his ass through his shorts as his fingers played flirtingly all around the band of my briefs. My fingers made their way around to the front of Marshall's shorts as I undid them and slid down his chest, pulling them down as I went. I was now face-to-face with his brief-clad cock, bulging against the fabric and elastic. I licked up the shaft of it through the material, to the sensitive underside of his cock head. He shuddered visibly and pushed his crotch into my face. I lightly scraped around it with my teeth, letting my tongue go all over it. "I've got to say, Marshall. These briefs are a good look on you." I smiled coyly up at him. "And being down there looks reeeally good on you Declan." He moaned out. With that I hooked my fingers under the band of his briefs and pulled them down about two inches. The pressure caused his cock to spring free and hit me in the face. I grabbed it and dove down onto it, not trying to deep throat it yet, but trying to lick as much of the shaft and head as I could. Marshall was incoherent by now, his only sounds moans and grunts, depending on what I was doing. After only a few minutes of ravishing his loins, with my own cock poking out of the top of my undies, Marshall stopped me and guided me to my feet. He kissed me again, passionately, hands running all over my chest. The head of his cock rubbed against the under side of mine and I went weak at the knees. we walked to the bed, me going backwards until I was sitting on it, Marshall's cock directly level with my face. My god what a beautiful cock. At just under 8 inches long it was the perfect size for me to suck and ride. It was thicker than average, but still proportional. His head swelled perfectly away from his circumsized shaft and was currently pulsing a light purple color. A glistening drip of precum dribbled out the perfect slit and I leaned forward, extending and flattening my tongue. I scraped my tongue up the underside of his head, then up some more to flick the drop of nectar into my mouth. I grinned up at Marshall with a naughty grin and he pushed me down on the bed, falling on top of me. We were kissing with fire. Our warm bodies were writhing across each other as both of us experienced insane pleasure from our tonguing, nibbling, licking each other's neck and chest. His fingers wrapped into my briefs and he yanked them off, standing up in one motion. I lay there, my breath quivering like a young virgin, unable to move, mesmerized by this Adonis in front of me. He knelt down, propping my legs up on his shoulders, and started to give me the slowest, wettest, warmest blow job I'd ever gotten. When the head touched the back of his throat he started humming and my hips bucked. I held my cum back and gently pulled his head off a little bit. He licked around the shaft and head, lightly pumping me, and his teeth brushed across the whole underside of my cock. I jumped in ecstasy again but he moved on his own. Marshall continued his slow pumping as his tongue traced down the middle of my hairless ball sack. It dipped underneath them and continued downwards, tickling me a little but thrilling me ten times more. His tongue reached my asshole and instead of diving right in, he flattened his tongue out and slowly licked up it. I shivered. He did it again. And again. When his rhythm became steady he stuck his index finger in his mouth, tracing it slowly around my hole while he continued licking. He slowly but steadily pushed his finger in as his tongue pointed and began probing at the ring around the finger. I was writhing and moaning like a little cock whore now. And trust me, I was fully prepared to be Marshall's little cock whore tonight. When he had been playing with my hole for a few minutes I reached my limit. My ass muscles tightened around his finger and my body started shaking. I was moaning like a slut and started panting. Marshall came up from between my legs, looking a little frantic. "You didn't cum did you?" he asked, a little worried. "I'm not ready for you to come yet." "No, baby. Well yes and now. I had an orgasm, with my ass, but I didn't cum yet." He grinned wickedly and dove back down to my ass with a renewed fervor. "Marshall, I'm not a fucking virgin. I just want your cock right now." I growled, bestially but effeminate. He quickly slid up my chest, bringing my thighs with him, until the tip of his cock rested on my asshole and he was kissing me again. We continued making out as I gently grabbed his cock and guided it into me. It slid in in one smooth motion, lubricated by Marshall's spit and my anal orgasm. On the first thrust he buried it all the way to the hilt in my ass. I moaned in ecstasy and clenched my muscles around his cock. He moaned and started to fuck in and out slowly. I let him go easy for a minute or two while I adjusted, then grabbed that marble ass of his and started pounding him into me. We were both panting and moaning and screaming at times. I reached up to kiss and lick his chest. I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked and tongued it before biting down hard on it. He bucked especially hard a couple of times before swinging me over him as he rolled over. Looking down on him from the cowboy position, I was in complete control. I ground my ass all over his cock while I bounced up and down on it, squeezing my ass shut every time his cock was going out, then impaling myself when it went forward again. I pinched both of his nipples as I rode him and he slapped my ass, hard. I screamed in pleasure and he spanked me again. "Oh yes! Yes! Give it to me! I've been bad." I moaned, slapping my ass on his thighs as I bounced up and down. He huffed and puffed and slapped me again. I bent down to kiss him again and the new angle set off another anal orgasm. My ass muscles clenched shut tighter than ever and Marshall's cock exploded in my ass. Spurt after hot, thick, creamy shot fired into me as we both shook, quaked, moaned, groaned. When we came together it was like a tsunami of incredible light in my head. I slipped into darkness for a split second before the light filled everything, expanding, morphing. It was beautiful. The warmth started in my ass and spread to every inch of the universe. We lay there like that, me on top of him, for a few minutes, glistening, panting, feeling each other, kissing. When Marshall regained his strength he crawled down my body, taking my pulsing cock into his mouth. He sucked and moaned and licked and in seconds I was going to cum. I tried to pull him off but he just pulled himself back on tighter and I exploded in his mouth. My orgasm went on and on and Marshall swallowed once or twice before I finished. Finally he slurped the last drop off of my head and crawled back up me, mouth closed. He went in for a kiss and when our mouths parted, my cum flowed out of his mouth into mine. We shared that cum-filled kiss until all the cum was gone, then we laid together on the bed for almost twenty minutes, lightly brushing our fingers over each other, planting light kisses on each other. Finally Marshall got up and headed back into the shower. I followed him. We washed off in the hot water, regaining our strength. "So should we call the hotel about your key now?" I asked him, teasingly running a finger down his chest. He laughed. "There's nothing in there I need tonight." He grinned and kissed me again. As he ran his hands down my back and started to massage my ass while kissing me, my cock started to stir again. I felt his starting to rise too and we both laughed through mischievous grins. He pecked at my lips, snatching the bottom one in his teeth for a tenth of a second and pulling. I grabbed his cock, hard this time, and laughed into his kiss. Looks like tonight's fun wasn't over yet... More to come if you guys want it ;) Declan
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What if I told you there was a secret to women? To make any woman want you. Sounds a bit like an add for somthing that you know don't work right? Well, it does work. I found that secret, however I never knew the implications it would have on me. Who knew I would end up running for my life from a crazed husband who wanted nothing more than to turn my brain to soup, or that o would have women literally kill for me? I'm not going to lie, it was fun while it lasted, just wish it didn't end like this. It all started when I found this leather bound book. I couldn't really make heads or tales of anything written in its pages, which looked like they came from ancient Egypt with how old it was. Flipping through its pages just about to toss it aside when I saw somthing I could understand, a spell. Of all things I could read it just had to be a spell of lust right, why not, fits my life perfectly. I read the instructions, committed them to memory deciding to give it a try. The first person I decided to try this spell on was a coworker. A larger woman a few years younger than me, brown hair cut to her shoulders. She had beautiful dark eyes and full lips, wide waist that made walking behind her like being in heaven, if you know where to look. Connecting with her wasn't that hard, we actually had a lot in common. The talk was short and sweet, she had to get back to work. As she walked away I cast the spell. A quick wave of the hand with a word of power, I had to make sure I was the last person she spoke to otherwise someone else would reap the reward. It may have been a coincidence but shortly after all was said and done she turned and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled softly, my heart started pounding. She was on my mind for the rest of my work shift, did I mention I was attracted to her? As I was leaving work to my surprise she was sitting at a bench looking intently at the door. She had been off work for three hours, so I approached her and asked if everything was ok or if she needed help. "The only thing I need help with is you." I was speechless, it worked it really worked. "What do you mean by that?" I asked with a nervous laugh. "Eight tonight, my boyfriend will be working meet me here." Fuck, boyfriend. I could have called it off at that, but I didn't care that she had a boyfriend. If this worked I could take her from him. Yes I know I'm a bad person, that should already be evident if I'm using a spell to get women to like me. The next few hours seemed to creep by, I swear I showered ten times. 7:45, time to go. My stomach was knotted up when I arrived, that faded away the moment I saw her. She was wearing a small black dress split in the front showing her cleavage. Funny I never noticed til then but she had nice breasts not just ass. She wasn't showing a lot of legs, but what she did show was great. She looked amazing, makeup done up with bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner. She sat on the same bench as before, when she saw me a huge smile spread across her lips, "What do you think of the dress?" "You wear it well." Yup, great compliment, better then what was going through my mind of how I would like it better off her. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on staying in the dress long." Her smile widened as my world spun. We went to her place. I didn't even get to close the door before she planted my back against it with a passionate kiss. Her hands worked fast unbuttoning my pants. I couldn't breathe, I didn't know if this was real, but if it wasn't I didn't want to wake up. I must have spaced out, she now had my pants down and was stroking me. The noice I made I'll admit wasn't very masculine, but who cares? She lowered herself to her knees before me and looked up at me with hungry eyes as she continued her work on me. Keeping my eyes open had become a chore, her hand felt so good, then came her mouth. I moaned grabbing her shoulders, she let out a soft giggle and started to bob her head on me. The feeling of her warm mouth and tounge drove me insane. How long was I enjoying it? Don't ask me that time didn't exist anymore. I was overcome with passion when I lifted her off the floor. I kissed her long and hard and pushed her into a recliner. Her dress flew up revealing all her glory. She had no underwear on so my next move was simple. I got to my knees and began to repay the favor of the pleasure she gave me. She squirmed as my tongue went to work. Her hand on the back of my head as I started to kick inside her. I must be doing somthing right, her moans turned to screams, it was extremely arousing. I lifted my hands to her breasts which came free of the dress easy enough. Her nipples erect met my fingers and her screams grew louder. She had enough, she pushed me to the floor on my back climbing on top of me. She inserted me into her, making a sound that I'll never forget. Her face contorted with pleasure as she lowered herself taking more of me in. She was now riding me, giving me one hell of a view as she did. Her eyes burned fiercely her nails digging into my bare chest, wait where did my shirt go? Her breathing began to speed up as she did the same with me, my hands cupped her breasts playing with her nipples seemed to be somthing she enjoyed. Then it happened, I erupted inside her. Her walls milking me for all I have. She smiled down at me as she layer against my chest. We spent a bit of time together afterwards, I even learned her name was Lena. We agreed that no one would be able to know about this, and agreed on a new date for it to happen again. I should have stopped there but I was drunk with this power. My next target was already decided.
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This is my first story. I have never really written anything like this that I have shared with other people. If there is enough people that like it I will continue the story. Thank you for the read. His name was Ryan, a guy in his mid 30s. Married to a wife that was too consumed with her job and complaining to pay any attention to his needs so he was left to take care of himself. From time to time he would look at porn sites. Watching clips and vids that caught his attention. One night he stumbled upon a video that started off with a beautiful woman. She had amazing tits and curves in all the right places. She looked amazing he thought. He found himself with his hands down his pants before she had even shown anything outside what you would see walking down the street. Ryan continued to watch the video stroking his cock. He had a full hard on at this point. The lady started to strip off her pants and shirt leaving her in just panties and a bra. She danced for a bit like this and all he could think was that she was really good at teasing him. He found himself increasing the speed that he was stroking his cock. The lady in the video pulled the back side of her panties down flashing her perfect bubble butt. It was so smooth with a perfect tan. She quickly pulled her panties back up with a naughty look. He found this excited him even more. She exposed her ass again then asked the viewer if they would like to fuck her ass. This put Ryan over the edge and he exploded. He so aroused by this that he decided to keep stroking. He was now using his cum for lube. There was a bit of sensitivity from cumming and continuing to stroke but that faded. He kept watching the video his dick still hard he felt something he had never felt before. His dick was throbbing so hard he felt the throbbing on this anus. This both confused him and excited him so he continued to watch the video. The lady in the video had taken her bra off at this point and he was marveling at her perfect breasts. The lady was now pulling down at her panties again. Ryan was getting close to cumming again. This was new to him as he had not cum twice in this short of time before. Ryan was getting more and more excited. He wanted to see her whole body, every inch. She had teased him and he found himself slowing down his strokes so he would not finish before he saw all of her. She once again teased taking her panties off with her seductive dance. Then she turned around to smack her ass saying she had a surprise for the viewer. She turned back around and started to pull her panties down. He thought yes this is finally what I wanted to see that sweet pu......his thought was cut off. She pulled her panties down past a point and a cock flopped up. It continued to bounce. He was unsure what to do. He was so close to cumming a second time. Then she asked the viewer if they would like to suck it, offering they could finger her ass while they sucked kn her big clit. At that Ryan exploded so hard that he shot a bit of his cum into his mouth by accident. The buttery, sweet, and salty taste was new to him and out of reaction he spit it out. He sat there after cleaning himself up and clearing his history thinking about what he saw. Wondering if he was gay, he decided that maybe he was bi and thought to himself who cares. ————————————————- Over the next few weeks Ryan found himself jacking off more and more. He would find videos where it seemed like the lady might be trans. The surprise is what had him hooked. As time progressed he found himself just searching for transsexual videos. He knew he was on a path of self discovery and unsure where it would take him but he liked where it was going so far. ————————————————- The weeks past and Ryan’s wife had not noticed any of this was happening. He noticed a text saying she had to go on a business trip out of the county. Her trips usually lasted a month but this one was going to be an extra long one, at three months. Ryan decided since his wife was gone he would go out to get something to eat. There was a restaurant that had just opened up the street he had wanted to try, but his wife hated to go out for food. When he walked into the restaurant it was packed. The manager told him they were all booked up for the night and that he should come back another night. A lady grabbed onto his arm and said “my date canceled on me. Care to join me? My name is Julie.” Shocked at her beauty after a couple mumbles words he finally was able to spit out a yes. She told him if it made him feel better he could consider this their first date. Shocked he said he would love that. They were soon seated. They really hit it off talking about their lives and such. Ryan was afraid to scare her off so he left out that he was married. They finished their dinner and unsure if they wanted the night to finish she asked him to come over so they could see what happened. He followed her in his car to her house. Upon arrival she took him to the living room. She explained “I have never done this. Bring a man I just met home, that is.” He responded “It’s ok. Don’t feel like you have to do anything. We can just hang out.” She responded “give me a second. I need to change and get my head straight. You have me flustered.” He sat in the living room. It seemed like an hour. He decided to go find her. He walked through the house looking in each room. He saw a light on and went to that door. He looked into the room and saw her in the room. She was facing away from him. She was completely naked. She bent over to pick up her panties on the ground. Her ass was perfect. When she bent over he noticed something, something extra. She had balls!!!! Shock and excitement hit him all at once. He stammered. “S s s s sorry. I didn’t know what happened to you.” She turned shocked. Her cock was stiff and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was not huge but his first thought was it was a perfect size to fit the entire thing in his mouth. Then he thought that was a weird thing to think. She quickly covered up with a silk robe and said “shame on you. You peeked!” She got a smile on her face “well I guess you saw my secret. It’s only fair that I see you naked now.” Ryan was a bit shy when it came to being naked. She came over and pulled his belt off. Then unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor. She then pulled his underwear down. Shocked at the sight of his hard cock she said “my someone is excited. Have you been with a girl like me before?” Ryan responded “no but I have dreamed about it for a long time” Julie responded “well then I hope I can live up to your dreams.” She leaned in to kiss him. Her robe coming open and their cocks brushed each other. A shiver shot up Ryan’s spine, a feeling of excitement. She pushed him to the bed and said now let’s see how tight you are. Not understanding what she meant and enthralled in the moment. She started to kiss his cock and then suck on it. Then he felt her hand reach around and the felt a pressure. And then he jumped as one of her fingers went into his ass. After licking his cock from shaft to tip she asked him “how does that finger inside you feel?” He responded “different but not...” She wiggled her finger around and started to massage just inside. He moaned. She said “ok let’s see if we can fit more.” She thrust another finger inside him. “See that wasn’t so bad.” He could feel the pressure. She went to add a third finger. He let out a scream in paid. She said “oh sorry. You are really tight. We will work on that another time. “ Relieved, Ryan was just wondering what was next. She laid beside him on the bed. Her cock right in his face and his next to her face. She looked down and said “you know what to do. “ Confused and not he wrapped his mouth around her cock. He was excited to see what it taste like and if he actually could fit it all in his mouth. He bobbing his head up and down. The taste was not much different that sucking his finger. The smell thrilled him. It was indescribable and arousing. He decided he wanted it all in his mouth. He slowly took more and more into his mouth. He was over halfway and he started to worry he couldn’t do it. She told him, “you don’t have to take it all” He replied with excitement “I want to. I need to! I have to!” She said “ok go for it.” He started to go back down on her. He got almost all the way down and he felt the head of her cock on the back of his throat. He felt like he was about to gag. He knew he wasn’t going to make it. He felt so bad and then he heard her say “want some help?” He hummed “mmm hmmm”. She pushed his head down the rest of the way. He felt head of her member slide down his throat. It was exciting. He started to raise his head and she pushed him back down while moaning. She asked him if she could finish. He didn’t answer but kept going. She took this as a yes and pushed her cock back down his throat. She started thrusting down his throat faster and faster. He could feel the head of her cock getting bigger with her moans getting louder. He decided to do as she had done to him. He took two fingers and plunged them into her ass. She moaned with pleasure and then screamed “more!!” He obliged and put another finger in. He singled them around massaging inside her. Suddenly she started to twitch. And he felt it happen. She shot her load right down his throat. She rolled onto her back still breathing hard saying “you are amazing at sucking cock.” He laughed a bit saying “I have never done it before. You are my first.” She looked at him and said “ok we need to get you off. How would you like to get off. Anything except in my ass. I don’t have anal on the first date.” He looked at her and said “you choose” She said ok. She started to oil up her ass. He watched confused. She then told him to rub his dick between her ass cheeks. She reached around and put his cock between her cheeks. He thrust up and down. This felt amazing he though. Looking down at her back with those sexy dimples he loved. Her ass shiny from the oil. He felt a tingle. She re adjusted as he thrust back. Upon thrusting back he felt his cock enter into a warm and inviting area. He looked down and noticed he was inside her ass. He apologized “I’m sorry I know you said not on the first date. I didn’t mean to. “. She didn’t seem frustrated. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. She didn’t respond to him in words. She just pushed her ass against him, forcing him deeper inside her. She was tight and felt amazing. He knew he wouldn’t last long. A few thrusts later and he exploded inside her. She moaned with delight. “Oh baby yes. Keep going. Give me more!!!” Each thrust he shot more into her. He roll off of her his cock laying on his stomach. Cum still dripping from the tip. She laid next to him. Her cock laying over his leg. She told him “you are an amazing lover. We must do this again.” A feeling of guilt flushed over him. He said “I’m married”. She responded “I will not tell anyone if you keep me satisfied. No one will ever know. Make up whatever story you need. I will play along. All I want is more of this. Eventually your ass will be ready for my cock. Until then your throat will have to do.” They fell asleep in each others arms. To be continued.....
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David closed his eyes and ran his hands down his face. His day was drawing to an end and he would soon be heading home to his condo. David was the owner of a successful software company and was quite wealthy. He drove a nice car and lived in a penthouse but because he worked so much he couldn't find a girlfriend and Friday night was the loneliest night of the week for him. "Hi Dave." Dave looked up to see his friend John had walked into his office. "How's it going?" "It isn't, I'm so sick of work I need a break." "I know what you mean, and it sounds too me like you need to unplug man. You know maybe get a woman's touch?" "I'd like that very much but I can never find one." John pulled out a card and handed it to Dave. "Take this, go there, and tell them I sent you. They'll take care of it." "Fantastic Massages? Alright I'll think about it." The next day was Saturday and Dave figured that he had tried a lot of things, What's one more. He went to the address and found out it was a house. He knocked on the door and a beautiful young Asian woman answered the door. The first thing Dave noticed were her breasts. She was a tiny girl but she must have had 36 Cs at least, but they were hard to see under her dress. Dave realized that he was looking at her chest and quickly brought his eyes back to hers. She smiled and said "hello I'm Atchira are you here for an appointment?" Dave handed her the card and said "I was told to give you this." The woman looked at the card and said "okay please come on. What's your name?" Dave kicked himself for forgetting to introduce himself but he couldn't help but be mesmerized by Atchira. She was about 5, 1 had her extravagant chest but had a very small tight ass. Atchira turned around after leading him into the room and said "payment needs to be up front it's going to be 500 dollars however for that you get the whole treatment. Dave was so infatuated by Atchira that he would have payed anything that involved himself, Atchira, and the word "massage." He payed her and Atchira lead him into an open spa area with an open shower and a large tub. Atchira then unhooked her dress and let it fall to reveal her naked body. Any doubts about Atchira having any less than 36 Cs was definitely disproved. Her body was beautifully tanned with no lines and her skin looked silky smooth. Dave was dumb struck and his erection that had been growing this whole time was now fully hard. "We're going to get cleaned up first so let's get you out of those clothes." With that Atchira began to undo the buttons on Dave's shirt when she got to his pants she undid them to see Dave's 8 inch cock creating a bulge in his underwear. Atchira looked up at Dave, smiled while biting her lip slightly and said "wow he's happy to see me." She then lead Dave to the shower, turned on the water, and began to soap up Dave. When she got to his large member she took it in both hands and sucked on the head while jerking it in both hands. Dave felt weak and almost fell over. The feeling of Atchira was almost to good to be true. After a few more minutes of soaping, jerking, and sucking Atchira stood up and said "okay now we're going to move to the bath." She had David sit in the tub and then sat behind his head as she washed him off. Dave's large member was sticking up through the water and Atchira bent down to stroke it again. "You have a nice cock" Atchira said with a smile. Atchira's beautiful breasts were now over Dave's face and he put one of Atchira's nipples in his mouth and pinched them slightly with his teeth. "AAAAh" Atchira purred. Dave felt amazing knowing that he was making this beautiful woman feel as good as he was feeling. "AAAH...um...I think... Its time...we went to...the bedroom." Dave released Atchira and they both got out of the tub. Atchira got a towel and dried David off. While she was drying him off David cupped her breasts in his hands a gave her a massage stopping every once in a while to caress her hardening nipples. David then reached down grasped her hips and lifted her into his arms. He then began to kiss and lightly bite her neck and she stirred heavier. "AAAAh FUCK! Mmmm! The bedroom is down the hall to the left." Dave walked her into the room and laid her on the bed. It was then that David first got a chance to return another favor. He parted her pussy lips and began to lick. Atchira's hips buckled and she moaned in response. Dave quickened his pace and Atchira reached down and pulled his hair. "AAAH fuck you and your tongue AAAH! Oh my god I have to ride you. Lie down." David lay down on the bed and Atchira grasped his cock as she guided it into her pussy. Her pussy was tight and David was so thick and long she could only take two thirds of him into her. Atchira placed her hands on his chest and then she began to move up and down, back and forth, and faster. With every couple of thrusts she was able to take a little more of David into her. Atchira was moaning in ecstasy and David loved the feeling of her tight pussy on his cock. "Oh my god i'm going to cum! AAAAH FUCK" David could feel Atchira's pussy get tighter as she came. Atchira slowed and slowly laid down on to his chest. "Aaaah, how do you want me David?" David grasped her hips tightly and got off of the bed. His cock was still embedded in her pussy and with an under hand grasp began to thrust and pull her onto his cock. As Atchira was slamming down on his cock her tits went up and fell down with the momentum. Atchira was in such ecstasy she was digging her finger nails into his back as her continued to thrust. "Oh my fucking god you're going to make me cum again!" Atchira yelled and David felt her pussy get tight again and her hips buckled. David wished that he could keep this up forever but this was too much. "Atchira...I'm going...to...cum" "oh my god David I need your cum on my face! Please give it to me! I want it now!" David pulled Atchira off and she immediately got on her knees and began stroking his cock. "Oh my god baby here it comes." Atchira opened her mouth and tilted her head back just as hot white cum started to spurt out of David's cock. David had never had such a powerful orgasm and his hips shook as string after string was deposited onto Atchira's face. When David's cock stopped cumming Atchira proved how dedicated she was by putting his member in her mouth to suck out any more cum. "Wow! Oh my god that was SO much cum, you cum so hard. Wow, I'm going to go and clean up. Atchira stood up and walked to the bathroom, David followed her and watched her as she cleaned his cum off of her face with a towel. They both got dressed and walked to the door. "Mmmm thank you David and please come back and see me" David thanked her and said goodbye. He promised he would be back soon and as he walked to his car he promised himself he wasn't going to give her card to anyone. He was going to keep all of this to himself. Please comment.
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1 Alex's heart was racing as she sat the quarters down on one of the washing machines. The laundromat was empty, and she prayed it stayed that way. She took a deep breath and opened the lid. The laundromat was in the basement of her apartment building. It was pretty busy during the day, but at night there was rarely anyone there. Alex hesitated a moment longer, looking toward the door, then pulled her shirt up over her head. She hesitated once more, knowing that the sooner she got it over with, the better, then slid her shorts down her long slender legs. She had found out in college that acts of voyeurism turned her on; some people would call her an exhibitionist (some others would call her a slut). She had felt moisture between her legs right after she stepped out of her apartment (stepping out actually confirmed that she was going to go through with this). Now she found that her legs were wobbly. Her shirt and shorts went into the washer, then her bra followed. Finally she worked up the courage to slip out of her panties, and she dropped them in with the rest. Now she was completely naked, with nothing to cover herself. Being so naked and exposed in the frequently used laundromat sent a spark of lust between her thighs. Alex put quarters in the machine and set it to wash. It would take twenty minutes to wash them and ten to rinse. They'd probably dry pretty quickly. She had killed time when she first got here, so she thought it was only fair to set the timer up five minutes. She had accidentally leaned against the machine, and found that the metal was extremely cold to skin that wasn't used to being bare. She braced herself before she sat down, but found that plastic, though cold, wasn't nearly as cold. Leaning back a little, she sat with her arms at her sides and her legs tightly together. Part of what she agreed to if she had lost the bet was that she had to shave between her legs. That left her feeling even more exposed, but she had to admit that she liked it that way. Thinking she had heard something, Alex sat up straight and listened as hard as she could. Her arms wanted to cover her breasts as best they could, but she wasn't allowed to cover up. She waited anxiously for someone to step into the laundromat, but no one did. She sighed relief. It seemed like a long time, but even without a watch, she knew that it had only been about five minutes since she stepped out of her panties. She wondered how she could pass the time when all she really wanted to do was get back up to her apartment and masturbate like crazy. She once again held her breath and listened intensely. This time she was sure of it: she heard footprints. Even if she wanted to, there was nowhere to run. She simply sat and prayed that it was just the janitor or a maintenance man (or woman) and they would walk right on by the door without taking any notice of her. A young woman about her age took three steps into the room before noticing the naked girl. “Oh!” she said, purely out of surprise. “I mean, hi! I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to find...anyone else down here. I'm Kim,” she said, offering her hand to Alex. “Alex,” she said weakly. “So...you live in the building?” “Yeah, third floor.” “Really? Me too. Although I haven't been living there for long.” Kim emptied her clothes basket into a washing machine and started it as she talked. Now she looked directly at Alex. “Look, I don't mean to pry, but...what are you doing down here naked?” Alex blushed. “My clothes are in the washing machine.” “So you just came down here, stripped your clothes off and threw them in the washing machine? Damn, I wish I was that brave.” Alex wished she was a little braver herself. She had contemplated backing out of it even though she swore to Nicole that she wouldn't. “So, do you do this often? Just sit here naked while your clothes wash?” “I lost a bet.” “Oh, really? What game did you bet on?” “Actually, I lost a drinking contest to my best friend, Nicole.” “That sounds like fun. Y'know, umm, actually, I'm kinda new in town and I don't have any friends here. You think you and I can hang out sometime?” Alex had been contemplating whether Kim was coming onto her or not, and Kim had mistaken her expression for something else. “Hey, it's okay if you don't want to. I just--” “No, it's not that. It's just...I'm not a lesbian.” The look of astonishment on Kim's face was almost comical, then she laughed. “No, no, I'm not like that either. I just want somebody to hang out with.” Alex blushed and offered a shy laugh. “Sorry. But yeah, I'd like to hang out sometime. And I can introduce you to Nicole.” The two of them chatted for a while and Alex almost forgot that she was naked. They talked about all the crazy things they did in high school and college (Alex had once made out with a girl; Kim had had sex with two ex-boyfriends at the same time; once, in high school, she had been on the bus with the football team. They were coming back from a big game where they had destroyed their opponents, and she rewarded them by standing up at the front of the bus and slipping her cheerleader skirt down to moon them. They happily applauded, but were disappointed when she wouldn't give them an encore. Once, during fraternity initiations, Alex had masturbated in front of three guys.) Alex also told her about Nicole, and how she was one of the most outgoing people she had ever met. Well, either outgoing or crazy. Soon her washing machine buzzed and came to a stop. She got up and transferred them to the dryer (the washing machine feeling cold on her bare skin). Alex was busy feeding the dryer quarters, and didn't see Nicole enter the room. Once the dryer was going, she spun back around and found her best friend standing there, watching her. Nicole offered a wide grin. “So you actually did it, huh? I really thought you would end up chickening out.” “Hey Nicole,” Alex said, taking her seat. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I just decided to come by and make sure you didn't chicken out. Who's your friend?” “This is Kim. Kim, Nicole.” “Hi,” Kim said. “Hi,” Nicole replied. Turning back to Alex, she said, “Having fun yet?” “Oh, yeah, sitting naked in a laundromat. It's a real thrill." It really was. "Does it look like I'm having fun?” “Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it, because you and me are gonna have a rematch. Same deal. Loser has to come down here and throw her clothes in the wash.” “No way. You already beat me yesterday. I'm not about to do this again.” “C'mon, it's not that bad, is it? You only had one visitor the whole time, two counting myself. Besides, I'll take three shots before we start. You want to get me back, don't you?” The thought of putting Nicole through what she had been through tonight was pretty tempting, and she thought she knew a few guys in the building that she could send down here to 'wash clothes' while Nicole was waiting for her clothes to finish washing. Alex sighed theatrically. “Okay, but what do you say we raise the stakes?” Nicole smiled maliciously. “What'd you have in mind?” “The loser has to sit in that chair while she waits for her clothes to dry,” she said, pointing to one directly in front of the door, “with her legs spread.” “Fine. We'll drink tomorrow. I hope you're ready to spread your legs,” she said as she walked toward the door. She turned back long enough to say, “Nice meeting you, Kim,” and left. The dryer stopped, and Alex tugged on the handle. For one horrifying second, she thought that it was stuck. Then she relaxed, pulled again, and the door came open. She dressed and left after exchanging room numbers with her new friend. As soon as she was safely inside her apartment, her clothes came off again. The combination of the heat from the clothes straight out of the dryer and her own sexual arousal had gotten her hot enough to sweat, but the moisture between her legs wasn't sweat. Nicole had bought her a dildo for her birthday as a gag gift, and she had used it many times on occasions such as this. Now she went and got it out of her sock drawer, and returned to the living room. She sat down on the carpet and spread her legs. She had masturbated in every part of the small apartment that she could think of, but the living room was her favorite place, because sometimes she liked to pretend that she had an audience. She teased her pussy with the head of the big rubber dick, rubbing it up and down her slit and occasionally allowing the head to slip up inside her. Soon she had all eight inches in her, and she worked it in and out fast, rubbing her clit with her free hand. It wouldn't be long now. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but a soft moan escaped her lips anyway. She lay back on the floor, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wider. As she came, she felt her own juices flowing down between her legs. She would probably have to scrub the carpet after she cleaned herself up. 2 Holly lay on top of the comforter on her bed. Her gown had been tossed aside, and her panties were around her ankles. One hand was playfully pinching her nipple, the other stroking her slit. Holly had a bit of a voyeurist streak in her. Sometimes she would leave the door cracked while she changed clothes. The only ones that might catch a glimpse of her would be her parents or Jimmy, her older stepbrother. Still, she found the idea exciting. Sometimes, she would sneak out of the house, strip all her clothes off, and finger-fuck herself in the back yard. She lived in a small neighborhood, but they had a privacy fence around their back yard and it was always dark anyway. The thrill of being naked outside and the thrill of being caught excited her tremendously, but lately it had become too...routine. A lot of the thrill had gone. She thought and thought about how she could make it more exciting, and actually seriously considered turning the back porch light on while she masturbated. She knew she wouldn't, though. It was too risky and she wasn't that brave...yet. She did, however, find a solution to her problem; tonight, after her parents went to bed, she would sneak out the back door as she always did...except she would leave all her clothes in her bedroom. From the time she left her bedroom to the time she got back, she would be completely naked. She'd walk naked down the hall, straight past her brother's door, naked through the living room, naked through the kitchen...and finally, naked while she masturbated on the back porch. And of course, she would have no other choice but to make the trip back naked. Everything was quiet, and had been for a little while. She sat up, slipped her panties off her feet and dropped them on the floor next to her nightgown. She got off the bed and moved toward the door, pulling it open just a crack. She listened intensely. There was nothing for a while, then she thought she heard something from the direction of her parents' bedroom. Deciding to wait a little longer (she hated to think what would happen if she really did get caught), she lay back down on the bed, feeling daring enough to leave the door cracked as she massaged her pussy. A single finger traveled up and down her wet slit. Occasionally she would slide her finger inside her, teasing herself. Pretty soon she realized that she had better stop before she comes. Holly crept back to the door and strained to hear. Nothing. It was dead silent, except for the air conditioner in her mom and dad's room, and the fan in her own. Slowly, she eased the door open. She stuck her head out, looking in both directions. All clear. It took a lot of effort to take that first step out into the hallway, but once she had done it, she was thrilled that she had. She gently eased her door all the way shut, still listening for any noise. She tiptoed down the hall at the speed with which she normally walked. She stopped when she reached her older brother's door. Slowly, cautiously, she snuck past it, and she froze when she heard a sudden noise. For one horrifying second, she thought he would open the door and see her standing there, totally and completely naked, in the hall. Then she realized that it hadn't been the sound of a doorknob turning; she didn't know what it was, or care, as long as Jimmy stayed in his room. She tiptoed faster. Even moving at a good speed, she hardly made any noise at all. She slipped through the living room and into the kitchen, and finally out the back door. She walked out into the middle of the back yard and sat down on the wet grass (she usually got beside the porch, where there was the least possible chance of her being seen, but now she was feeling braver than usual). It felt good to her bare butt, and a few blades rubbed against her pussy. Walking through her own house naked had excited her more than she would have ever imagined. Now she quivered as one finger stroked her tiny slit. She slipped it in her as far as it would go, and it surprised a moan out of her. Normally, she would have sat up straight and looked around cautiously to see if anyone had heard her and was coming to investigate. Now, however, she was too excited. She might care five minutes from now, but at the moment her attention was completely on her little kitty. She slipped a second finger in. Now she was aware of how sensitive her clit had become, and managed to stifle the moan. The only thing that escaped her lips was her quick, harsh breathing. She thrust her fingers deeper into her, simultaneously thrusting her hips forward for maximum penetration. Hot liquid rushed out of her lips, running down her fingers and onto her hand. She worked her fingers furiously, savoring every second of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She collapsed onto the grass, arms and legs spread. For the moment she didn't care that she was covered in dew and blades of grass, and even her own juices. For the moment she only thought about how great it felt to be naked; naked and dirty in her own back yard. The grass felt wonderful on all her bare parts. Her hands went to her breasts, rubbing and playfully pinching her nipples. One hand moved down her smooth belly to the smoother skin of her little pussy. She wanted to stay out here and play some more, but knew she had to go to bed sometime tonight. She got up and brushed herself off as best she could, then started for the door. She eased it open gently, peeking inside much like she had peeked out of her own door. After making sure it was safe, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She tiptoed back through the kitchen and living room, and down the hall. Once again she froze at her stepbrother's door, but this time she heard no noise when she started back. Instead of going to her room, she went to the door almost straight across from her own. She always got dirty, and always took a shower afterwards. This time she didn't have to worry about taking her clothes back off, though. Still feeling brave, she decided to leave the bathroom door open while she showered. She would be behind the curtain anyway. The hot water felt great on her body. She built up a good lather and rinsed it off. Usually she showered and went straight to bed, but tonight she would break that routine. She slipped a finger, then two, inside her pussy and began working them rhythmically. She realized that she had never masturbated in the shower before, and wondered why she hadn't thought of it. It didn't matter now. Holly got down on her knees and bent forward, bracing herself against the foot of the tub with her free hand. The shower head was aimed downward, and most of the water fell on her ass. The sensation was wonderfully stimulating. Then she had another idea. She stood up long enough to retrieve the hairbrush next to the sink. Getting back on her knees, she worked the hard plastic handle into her soft cunt. The handle was a little bigger than both of her slender fingers put together, so it was a little more than she was used to, but it felt great inside her. The combination of the hot water and the new sensation of something big and hard inside of her sent her over the edge, and she gasped for breath as her second orgasm jolted through her body. She stood up, pulling the hairbrush out of her pussy and washing it off in the water. After she washed up, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her slim figure, she stopped and reconsidered, then threw it in the clothes basket. Surely she didn't need a towel around her to step across the hall. 3 Anita was shy by nature; she wasn't the type of girl that wore tight shirts and short skirts. Today was a different story, though. She had lost a bet to Jenny, her best friend, and that left her in nothing but the skimpiest bikini she had ever seen during her trip to the beach. The bottom was really nothing more than a few strings with a small, narrow triangle to cover her female parts, and the top was a big band about two inches wide that went all the way around her. She'd had to shave all of her pubic hair off to keep any from being visible. The deal was that she had to wear it to the beach and stay there at least thirty minutes. Anita thought it would be one of the most humiliating days of her life. What she never would have guessed in a million years was that she would be turned on by all the looks the guys were giving her. Some whistled, some winked at her...and some openly stared. The girls hadn't exactly had the same reaction...except for the blonde in the blue two-piece. She got in the water for a while, then lay down on the wet sand. She hadn't brought a towel (Jenny said that she would be tempted to cover up with it). The tide was receding. The waves collapsed on the beach and came up high enough to wet her feet. Guys stared. A familiar sensation tingled between her legs. She had only been with two guys in her entire life, and picking up some stranger would normally be an absurd idea, but now she actually considered it. It was either that or get herself off when she got back. Besides, she didn't think it would be too hard to find a guy willing to go home with her. A guy coming out of the water walked past her, looking at her and smiling as he did. She smiled back. She turned over on her stomach, giving her back a chance to tan. When it was time to go, she got up and started for her car. She changed her mind, however, when she saw the public showers. They were small and square, much like a public toilet, but outside, and with a shower instead of a shitter. If she washed off at the beach, she would just get sand all over her legs again, almost up to her thighs. Rinsing off there, however, only the bottom of her feet would be dirty. She stepped in one of the booths and turned the knob. The cold water made her step back against the door and gasp at the same time. She splashed some on her to get used to it, then stepped back in front of the stream. It warmed up considerably by the time she had rinsed herself. She noticed her top had fallen down enough to expose most of one nipple. She started to adjust it to cover herself up, but instead she rubbed her nipple. It sent a jolt of excitement through her body. She hesitated a moment, then gave in and took the top off. She hung it over the door, then stepped out of her bottom and hung them likewise. She slipped one long, slim finger between her pussy lips and into her waiting cunt. Being naked in such a public place excited her, but now she was masturbating in a public place. She leaned forward and spread her legs for easier access. A gentle moan that was barely audible escaped her lips as a second finger joined the first. There was an opening about a foot tall all the way around the bottom, and there wasn't a lock on the door. She could probably stand on her tiptoes and see over the top. It would be all too easy for somebody to discover her, and the thought of it sent her over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, and she continued thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, milking the sweet orgasm for all it was worth. After rinsing off again, she cut the water off and reached for her bikini, only to realize that it wasn't there. She thought she might simply pass out, but somehow she managed to calm herself and hold on to consciousness. She bent over and looked out of the bottom, hoping that they had simply fallen off the door. They had, and now they were a few feet away. She once again felt like fainting when she realized that she would have to step out of the booth to retrieve it. Anita took several deep breaths before finally building up the courage to open the door and step out to get her bikini. Standing on her tiptoes, she found that she could see over the top, and there was nobody on that side of the booth to see her. Steeling herself, she quickly opened the door, took five steps, grabbed her bikini and got back into the booth. Nobody had seen her, at least she didn't think so. She quickly stepped into her bikini. She didn't care that it had a little sand on it; all she wanted to do was get home. She stepped out almost cautiously, then started for the car. She stopped, staring at a piece of trash. The first thing she realized was that the wind wasn't blowing hard enough to knock her bikini off the door. The second was that that wasn't a piece of trash. She picked it up and, for the third time that day, she thought she might faint. She looked around, seeing nothing but ordinary beachgoers. She held the piece of paper tightly in her hand as she walked toward her car. Her cheeks were bright red. The piece of trash was actually a polaroid. It showed a clear picture of a slim figure bent over with her legs spread and two fingers buried in her pussy. The picture was so clear that Anita could see the beads of water clinging to what she knew was her own bare ass. 4 “Mandy,” Mr. Brown repeated. “Um, yes?” “Would you like to try and answer the question?” “I...I don't--” “Yes, I know you didn't hear me.” Mr. Brown stepped up to the board and scribbled out an algebra equation. “Mandy, we've probably got...five minutes left in this class. If you can solve this equation before the bell rings, you won't have to stay for detention.” “But I--” “If you had been paying attention, you'd know how to work it. But please, do try.” Mandy reluctantly stood up and walked to the board. Ordinarily she wouldn't have given a damn about detention or the extra attention she was receiving, but fate had played a cruel joke on her: she was the only one in the class that was completely naked, from the top of her head to her neatly trimmed toenails. It was this very thing that she had been pondering, which led to her being called to the front of the class. No matter how much it was explained to her, Mandy couldn't understand why they had to pose as nudists in a small hick town like Alberta, Georgia. The way she saw it, someone in the WPP had played a cruel joke on them, and there was nothing they could do about it. The only good thing about this was that she wasn't using her real name. Mandy took the piece of chalk from Mr. Brown (that name also sounded phony to her) and, for a moment, only stared up at the overly-complicated math problem. She tried not to think about what the rest of the class was looking at. She tried not to think about how exposed her whole body was, and had been all day. But that was hard to do when you were standing naked in front of an audience. Mandy thought she might've seen such a problem as this before. After simplifying it, she would have to cross-multiply. She started writing in her shaky chalkboard handwriting. She messed up, and when she reached for the eraser, she accidentally knocked it off the shelf of the chalkboard. It occurred to her that she had never been this clumsy before. It also occurred to her that she would have to bend over to pick it up. This she did quickly and without thinking, flashing the class a brief but fantastic view of pussy lips. She couldn't cover up or hide herself, or they would know she wasn't really a nudist. She wouldn't have cared about that, either, if her mom hadn't threatened to make her join the cheerleading squad. Yeah, her mom really had it hard. She also had to stay nude, and every once in a while she would have to run to the grocery store. Wow. Mandy wondered how she would feel if she had to spend seven hours walking around naked in a public school, five days a week. 5 It was Jennifer's idea, so Emily ended up picking the game. To everyone's surprise, Britney played too. “You know, Britney,” Jen said, “if you lose, you'll be dancing in the nude for your own brother. You don't think that's gross?” Britney just shrugged her shoulders. “It's not like he's gonna touch me or anything.” “Whatever,” Emily said. “Just as long as you don't chicken out.” “So how are we gonna do this?” Jen said. Emily spoke up: “Okay, you all know how to play Texas Hold'em, right?” The other two nodded. Bill, who sat in the corner, watched with intensity. “Good. Whoever ends up with all the chips is the winner. Since there are three of us, the two losers will have to play another hand to decide who strips.” “Why don't we just say whoever runs out of chips first loses?” Britney asked. Emily shrugged her shoulders. “Fine by me,” Jen said. Emily shuffled the cards and dealt two out to everyone. ... Even though she was only fourteen, Emily was almost an expert at Texas Hold'em. She couldn't believe she had just lost to two amateurs like Britney and Jennifer. “Woohoo!” Britney said, standing up, and made a gesture as if she were a stripper taking off her bra. “Somebody's gonna get nekkid.” Emily's face burned a bright red. “Take it off, girl!” Jen said. Bill, who had been quiet nearly the whole time, continued to sit patiently, his eyes fixed on Emily's slender figure. “But...” Emily said. “You're not chickening out, are you?” Britney said. “Because I've still got the pictures. Want me to email them?” Emily said nothing, only sat in silence. When they had first thought of the idea, they all decided it would be best if they took some nude pictures of each other, just in case the loser backed out. Emily almost shuddered when she thought how she spread her legs apart, then her pussy lips, in front of the camera. They had taken quite a few, with her face in at least three of them. No, her life would be over if Britney emailed them. Slowly, she stood up and started dancing, as if erotic music were playing. She couldn't bear to look at him, looking at her, so she closed her eyes. Her shirt was the first thing to go, of course, then she wiggled out of her pants. She had to open her eyes as she did so, and that only made her more aware of everyone's eyes on her petite body. She danced slowly, dreading the next part. Finally, when she could put it off no longer, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, turning around so they couldn't see her bare breasts at first. She danced on, hugging her body (and for a long time concealing her breasts from prying eyes). Never in a million years had she thought she would lose against Britney and Jennifer. That's the only reason she agreed to this ridiculous idea in the first place. She wondered if they hadn't cheated. Emily turned sideways – it was the most concealing position – as she slid her panties off her hips and down her long, slender legs. Bill watched her with awe. Brit and Jen watched her with smiles on their faces. Emily kicked her panties aside and stood still for a moment. “Well,” Britney asked. “Well, what?” Emily returned. “Well, don't just stand there. Dance.” “Wh-- I'm already naked.” Britney made one of her 'pffft' noises that were her own, and said, “So far you haven't shown Bill anything but boobies. I'm sure he wants to see more, don't you, Bill?” “Well, not if she doesn't--” “See?” Britney chimed in. “He said he wants to see your cunny up close,” and she giggled at her own words. “Come on, be a good little doggy. Come over here and stand in front of him.” Emily hesitated, then gave in. She had to do what Britney wanted, or her pictures would get sent out. She stood directly in front of him and spread her legs, as directed. When Britney was satisfied, she had Emily turn around and touch her toes. It was humiliating enough just being naked in the same room as the boy for whom she carried a secret crush. Why did Britney have to torture her like this? “Hey, I've got an idea,” Britney said “We can all play again, and if Emily loses, she has to fuck him.” Emily wasn't appalled by the idea; not at fucking Bill, her secret love. But if that meant Britney and Jen would be watching the whole time, possibly even teasing her, then yes, she was appalled by it. "Hey, wait a minute!" she protested. "You can't do that!" Britney laughed. "I can and I did." "But how's that fair to me? Shouldn't you have to fuck him if you lose?" "I'm not naked. And I'm not fucking my own brother. But, to make it fair..." Britney put her finger to her mouth and paced around the room. "If Jen or I lose, the loser just has to get naked and masturbate. Fair?" Both the other girls looked at her like she was crazy. “I'm not playing,” Emily said. It took her a minute to work up the courage to speak. She thought standing naked in front of friends might sometimes do that to people. “You lost,” Britney said. “You don't have a choice.” “I'm not playing,” Emily repeated. “Then leave if you want, but your clothes stay here.” Britney waited to see what Emily's response was. Emily could have argued her point further, but she knew there was no use. “This is the last one,” she said. “No more after this.” “Of course not,” Britney said, smiling. 6 The Colt was only two blocks from Harry and Maddie's apartment, and tonight there would be a live show performed by Medini the Hypnotist. Harry wanted to go, but Maddie's mood almost made him want to just say fuck it and stay home. Maddie didn't believe in hypnotism, and that's why he thought she was being such a bitch (and since when did she need a reason, anyway?). They got to the restaurant and ordered. Harry hardly touched his. He was like a kid at his first trip to the circus: he couldn't wait for Medini to come out and perform. Of course, hypnotism wasn't the only trick he would perform; he was also an illusionist. “Can you honestly tell me that you wouldn't rather be at home in front of the tv with a cold beer?” she asked. That whiny quality of her voice had returned. “No, I can't, honestly.” “Well try lying, then.” After this last bit, Harry tuned her out completely. Medini came out unexpected; one minute there was nothing, and the next...poof! A ball of smoke appeared out of nowhere and faded, and there he was. After introducing himself, he said he would hypnotize someone for his first trick. Maddie had the nerve to stand up in front of all those people and say that he was a fake; that the whole thing was a setup, with someone in the audience acting out whatever he told them to. “Well, why don't you come on up and find out for yourself,” he said. Harry honestly didn't think she would do it, but she proved him wrong. She climbed up on the stage, flustered. “I take it you've never been hypnotized before? Don't worry, it doesn't hurt a bit.” She glared up at him and, following his direction, sat down and stared at the old-fashioned pocket watch as it swung back and forth. In a few moments, Medini asked her to stand up and she did so. Harry noticed she didn't look flustered anymore, and for a moment, he could hardly believe it himself; was she really hypnotized? “What is your full name?” “Madeline Ann Pritchett.” “Well, Miss Pritchett, tell me: have you ever shaved between your legs?” “No.” “Well, stand right over here,” Medini said, indicating a well-lit area to his immediate left, “and take your clothes off. Fold 'em up nice and neat, if you will.” Now Harry was in full disbelief. She was already down to her underwear when Medini said, “Hold up, stop for just a second. He turned toward the crowd and looked directly at Harry. “You don't have a problem with...” he twirled his finger, indicating the stage,” this right here, do ya? Because it's not too late for Miss Pritchett to keep at least a little bit of her dignity.” “Oh, no, go ahead,” Harry said. He was sincere, even more so than when he said 'I do'. “Okay, Miss Pritchett, take it all off, and don't forget to fold 'em up.” To his utter amazement, he watched as his young, better-than-thou wife stepped out of her panties on the stage. The crowd cheered softly, and there were a few whistles. Harry, along with the rest of the males in the audience, watched intently as she bent over to fold her clothes, which lay on a chair nearer the back of the stage. Her shirt fell to the floor, and when she bent over to retrieve it, Harry realized he could see everything. Medini himself watched her between occasional glances toward the crowd. “Quite a girl,” he said, smiling. That got a little laugh from the crowd. Turning back to her, he said, “Okay, now put your clothes down on the stage and sit down on the chair.” All of the men and some of the women watched her intently. Medini disappeared behind the stage for a moment, then returned with a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a pan of water. After he instructed her to spread her legs and shave herself, he turned back to the audience. “Now, who wants to be hypnotized? Do I have a volunteer from the audience?” No one volunteered. “Don't worry, I'm not gonna humiliate you. Well, not like her, at least.” Still, no one offered. “Okay, I guess you guys just wanna sit there and ogle the naked brunette, eh? I don't blame you. She's quite a looker. Tell you what, lemme just have one volunteer for a quick trick. You, the girl in the hot black dress, why don't you come up here for a minute?” The woman stood up, stopped midstep, then continued on up to the stage. Medini lifted her up. “Okay, now just stand there and focus on the watch.” She stared at it for a second, then broke away. “Mr...Medini, I...I don't want these people to see me naked. I--” “Don't worry, you don't got nothin' to worry about. Just one quick trick. Most of the audience will probably be looking at her anyway,” indicating Maddie. “Besides, I promise, you won't be naked here on this stage. Okay?” “Well...okay.” Medini set his watch in motion once more, as he said, most of the crowd was watching Maddie as she rinsed her freshly shaved pussy. When she was finally all clean, she stood up and waited for Medini to give her more orders, just as she had been told to do. When Medini had the new girl under his control, he ordered her to bark like a dog. She did so obediently. The few that were watching clapped. “Now, my good fellows, if you would be so kind as to direct your attention over here for a moment, I promise you won't be disappointed.” With that, he told the new girl to step out of her dress, and she did so. The dress she had been wearing didn't allow for a bra, so she stood there in nothing but her sheer panties. She was soon told to discard them as well, and did so obediently. “Now, didn't I tell you?” he said to his attentive listeners. She's almost as hot as Miss Smooth Shaved, isn't she? No, even hotter!” Turning back to her, he said, “Walk down the stage and back a few times so everybody can get a good look at you, dear.” The girl did, and Harry was pretty sure that, for the moment, not many people were looking at his wife, himself included. Medini looked at the audience. “What? I didn't lie. She's still wearing her earrings.” He stopped her after she had made three trips. After instructing her to put on her clothes, he woke her up. “See, there? I told you you had nothing to worry about, didn't I, dear?” He helped her off the stage, lowering her back down with one hand. Abruptly, he turned to Maddie. “Oh, that's right, I forgot to make them kiss,” he said, looking at his other victim. Most of the audience didn't know whether or not he was joking. For the rest of the show, Maddie was his personal assistant and volunteer. Nobody bothered guessing how he pulled off his illusions; they all had other things on their mind. The pretty girls that usually assisted illusionists couldn't even compare to this. At the end of the show, he had Maddie stand at the front of the stage, and he once again disappeared behind the curtain. He came back with a saucepan and a jar of milk. Setting it down behind her, he filled the pan full, and told her to lap it up like a cat. She did so happily, her butt sticking up in the air. With the spotlight on her, it left nothing to the imagination. When she finished, he apologized to the audience before telling her to get dressed again and waking her up. Maddie stood with a triumphant look on her face when Medini explained to her that he couldn't hypnotize her, but she was a bit puzzled when he said goodnight to everyone, and even more confused when she saw the time. Harry was thankful that Medini told her not to mind how her pubes had gotten shaved. In two weeks Medini was doing a show in some restaurant downtown. He thought he'd go, maybe even take Maddie. 7 Ashley and Kate had been playing the game for a full week now. Now it was Ashley's turn to guess who. Science class was where the game usually took place, and she walked carefully into the room and took her seat, looking all around. Last time she thought Erin had it, because he went so far as to look over and wink at her. Later she found out that Kate had put him up to it. The stakes were pretty high: if she didn't guess who held the remote, she would have to sleep with him (or her, as Kate told her this morning; all bets were off). She was hardly concerned with what Mr. Harad was saying; she was too busy looking around the room. Suddenly she straightened up in her chair; whoever had the remote had just pushed the button for the first time, for the vibrator in Ashley's pussy buzzed to life and almost made her moan outright. She looked around once again, the vibrator still giving her waves of pleasure. That ruled out at least five guys, unless they had the remote hidden away in their shoe. But what about girls? Ashley had never been with another girl, and had no desire to. She resolved to keep a closer eye on everyone. The vibrator stopped. Thank God. Ashley had almost came right in the middle of class. She just hoped she could fight it off again. The thought had crossed her mind that Kate herself was holding it this time, but Kate didn't seem like the lesbian type. Although...they were pretty close. Two guys had already winked at her (one of which she had already ruled out), and now a girl did the same and smiled. The vibrator buzzed to life inside her, and she once again sat straight up and suppressed a moan. Whoever it was had good timing; they had caught her off guard both times. “Is there a problem, Ashley?” Mr. Harad said, breaking away from his lecture. “No, sir,” she said, then, “Well, yes sir. May I go to the bathroom?” Harad sighed. “Alright, but hurry back. You don't need to miss the material I'm covering.” Ashley hurried out the door and down the hallway. The vibrator stopped again. She supposed it was out of range. She hurried into one of the stalls, still not deciding if she should climax or just try and cool off. Taking a few deep breaths, she decided to wash off at the faucet, then return to class. She stepped back in the classroom and, just as she was sitting down, the vibrator once again buzzed to life. This time a small moan did escape her lips. Mr. Harad looked at her. “Is there a problem?” “I...I'm just having a few...you know...cramps.” Mr. Harad continued with his lecture. Ashley wiggled around in her seat. The vibrator stopped once again, but this time it didn't stay still. Occasionally it would vibrate for a matter of seconds only to stop again and start right back up. When class was finally over (and Ashley was ready to come in her pants), she stood up to leave. Mr. Harad told her to sit back down for a minute. Customarily, whoever had the vibrator would tell the other person who they thought had the remote while they walked to their next class. Now, as it were, Kate walked up beside her and leaned over. “Who?” she said. “I have no idea, so I'll just say...Ryan Coolidge.” Kate smiled and shook her head, then started to leave. “Wait, who--” But Kate was gone. When everyone but Ashley had gone, Harad shut the door. “Ashley, come up here,” he said. She did so. “Ashley, you and I both know that it wasn't cramps that made you disturb my class. Now do you have a good explanation?” Ashley said nothing, only hung her head. “I didn't think so. You know the routine. Three licks.” Ashley bent over the front of his desk as directed. The first lick she thought kind of odd...and she realized why on the second. He wasn't using his paddle, but his bare hand. Not only that, but he let it linger on her tight jeans after he smacked her bottom. Someone had a real sense of humor, because right then, the vibrator buzzed once more. Harad came down a third time. The only reason she had decided not to say anything about Harad's groping hand was that she had a secret crush on him. And she would worry that he might feel the vibrations from between her legs, but now she had bigger problems... She grabbed onto the desk in one last attempt to stop from climaxing, but it was useless. Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through her young body, and she held on for dear life. She knew Harad would figure it out when he saw the wet spot on her jeans, but for a brief moment, she didn't care. Finally she collapsed onto the desk. Harad didn't say anything; he fished in his pocket, and put the little vibrator remote on the desk. “When Kate first told me about this, I was sure she was full of it,” he said. Ashley's mouth was still hung open from shock. She didn't even notice what he was doing until he had her pants (and panties) off her hips. She had to put a hand behind her to stop the vibrator from slipping out. He pulled her pants off over her shoes and walked around her desk. “You wanna fuck me here?” she said. She was almost glad. She was glad it was him and she wanted him now more than ever. “No, I just thought you might wanna wear some clean pants to last period.” With that, he pulled a clean pair of pants her size out of one of her desk drawers. “No panties, sorry. You, uh...you gonna wear that thing to last period?” he asked, indicating what she held behind her. She finally managed to wipe the shocked expression off her face and she smiled at him. “Maybe,” she said, and thrust her ass into the air so he could see her moving the vibrator in and out of her slick little hole. He turned red in the face. “Well...here, better get going,” he said, handing her the pants. “How'd you know what size to get,” she asked. “Kate told me.” “So...your place after school?” she asked. “That'd be great.” “Okay,” she said, stepping into her new pants and buttoning up. “See you then.” 8 Kim knew she was pretty, and sometimes she worked to show it off. On this particular evening, she wore a very short skirt, showing a lot of leg. It had turned cold, and that made her nipples stick straight out through her thin cotton shirt. She was a very adventurous girl, always trying new things. Nobody topped her at truth or dare. This evening, however, she found that she had taken things too far. It wasn't just cold, but windy too. Her skirt was of the pleated variety, and it often blew back and forth--twice, it had blown straight up. She wore a red thong, but had even taken that off and stuffed it in her purse. The wind gave a violent push and her skirt came up--not just a little, either. The waistband came up to the bottoms of her breasts. She gasped and looked around her--not a fake 'oopsie' gasp but a genuine one--and saw no one. She started to readjust her skirt, then hesitated. Then she readjusted it, but slowly. Kim lived near the river and often frequented the little swimming hole known as Break Point. In the summer it was usually crowded, but you didn't see too many people this time of year. There was only the occasional family picnic in the park area. There was no one here today, however, and she playfully slid her skirt down to her knees before sitting on the cold swing. She looked around mischievously. The skirt was now around one ankle, and the wind threatened to take it from her. She half buried it with some sand using her feet, and enjoyed swinging in the cold breeze. She stopped in a hurry when the wind finally did carry her skirt off. The wind carried it a little, threw it down, then picked it up again. Kim almost had a grip on it when it took off for the third time, and blew into the middle of the road, where it came to a stop. There was not one car coming, but two. Kim was already standing beside the road, in plain sight when the cars had come into view. She could run...or she could get her skirt back. In an instant she decided, and leaped toward the road. She instinctively turned away from them, and must have presented one hell of a view when she bent over. She realized this a few seconds too late. The cars were pretty close now. She could stay long enough to put on her skirt or she could show her naked ass as she ran away. The second option had sounded less embarrassing at the time, so she took it. --- Kim was an exhibitionist. She had pretty much known that. At night, when her parents and big brother were asleep, she would walk around the house naked. Make a sandwich, go to the bathroom...she had even grown accustomed to sitting in her dad's chair, or sprawling out on the couch, while watching tv in the living room at night. Once, someone actually had woken up. She almost freaked when she heard a door open. Luckily she was small, just small enough to squeeze under the couch. The rough wood hurt her hard nipples as she had done so, but it almost felt good. Footsteps came into the living room, and the tv clicked off. Then they moved to the bathroom, then back to bed. Kim lay under the couch, one hand between her legs. That had been fun--boy, hadn't it!--but it was nothing compared to her new experience. For the first time ever, she had been caught. She had been seen, and by a complete stranger. Actually, there had been at least two, and she would wager that there was more than one person in each car. In the shower that evening, Kim had the best orgasm she had ever had. And after everyone was asleep, she sat on the back porch and brought herself off twice. She would have to have more. Her need for it was awesome and horrible. After rinsing off, Kim returned to her room. She didn't put anything on until the next morning, but she wondered all night what she should wear to school the next day. 9 Every year, during summer vacation, Henry would take Stacy to the cabin by the lake, and every year they would end up hiking through the woods to the foot of the mountains and camp there for the night. Stacy was getting older now. Fourteen. Her interests had been slowly but surely changing, as was her body. Henry was only Stacy's stepdad, but he looked at her like his own. But of course he saw her body changing, and he knew what it meant: boys. He knew all too well the kind of boys Stacy's young, slender body would attract. Hadn't he been one himself, once upon a time? Henry knew the little girl that wanted him to read her bedtime stories was gone. He just wanted one more hiking trip before he lost her completely. This year she hadn't shown any interest at all at their annual trip. He talked about it, and when she would protest, he would wave it off with something like 'Aww, come on, it'll be fun!' He knew that if he were lucky enough to get her to go, it would be their last trip. ... It was light enough to see without a flashlight at their little campsite. Henry usually planned the trip to where they would be camping under a full moon, and this year was no exception. Henry was snoring away, seemingly loud enough to wake the dead. Stacy silently slipped out of her sleeping bag. Taking care not to step on any twigs, she snuck away from the little campsite. She wouldn't get lost, she knew. The moon was bright and she could tell what direction she was going because from here she could see the foot of the mountain. She walked a ways northward, coming up on a little stream that ran down from the mountain. Good, she thought. A place to wash off. Slipping out of her tight jeans (no panties today), she threw her shirt aside also. On her knees, she spread her legs apart and started masturbating furiously. She fantasized about Kyle. Kyle and his silk tongue that felt every bit as good in her pussy as it did in her mouth. She fantasized that Kyle was thinking of her right now and stroking his big, thick shaft. She hadn't actually seen his penis yet, but she and her girlfriends had watched many pornos together, giggling at first, of course, then... Stacy suddenly leaned forward, placing her free hand on the ground. Her other hand worked faster, and she felt the warm liquid stream down, wetting her hand, then her arm. The stream was colder than she had imagined. She only washed off briefly before getting back out and discovering that her clothes were gone. Hadn't they been right there, next to the big pine tree? No, she must be mistaken, because they weren't there. It's not like they just got up and walked off. She had searched for her clothes some thirty minutes when she heard something, maybe a twig snapping. It had come from the far side of the creek. She didn't dare call out to see if anyone would answer. It was usually very noisy out here in the summer, especially at night, but things seemed to have grown quiet. Suddenly Stacy was scared. Scared enough to abandon all hope of finding her clothes and return to camp naked, even though she knew she didn't have so much as a scrap of cloth to wear. It was better than finding out what had made the noise on the other side of the creek. Henry remained sound asleep, as he had been. She searched the supply bag in vain for something to cover herself with. She knew now that she would have to tell Henry; shit, she wouldn't have to tell him. Unless he had packed a sewing kit and was willing to cut up one of their sleeping bags, she would be hiking back to the cabin in nothing but her shoes. Sleep came hard knowing what would come in the morning, although she found the idea strangely exciting. She awoke to the smell of sausage. “Get up, sleepyhead,” Henry said. “Come on, let's eat so we can get back to the cabin. You've already overslept.” “Dad...there's something I've got to tell you,” she said, all thoughts of sleep vanishing. “Well tell me while you eat,” he said, flipping them with a fork. “No...dad...” she trailed off. How did you begin to tell such a thing as she had to tell? “Dad, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?” “One time, I went to school, and when I sat down in my seat I realized I was naked,” he said, and smiled. She shrugged. “No, seriously.” He stopped and looked up at her. “Well, I... I guess it was when I was in the fourth grade. I fell asleep at the desk because the teacher told us we could talk quietly among ourselves while she stepped out. A few boys thought it would be funny to put my hand in warm water to see if I would actually pee my pants.” They were both silent for a moment. “I kinda...umm...last night I lost my clothes in the woods.” He had went back to his sausage, poking them with the fork. Now he looked at her, and saw that she wasn't joking. “What the hell?” he said, half giggling, half serious. “I lost my clothes in the woods...” she said, trailing off. There was another silence, this one longer. “You're serious?” he said at last. She looked up at him. It was hard meeting him eye to eye, but she managed. “Well...I don't know what to tell you. I see you still got your shoes, at least,” he said, indicating her sneakers, which lay beside her. “You want some sausage?” They ate, Stacy half sitting up in her sleeping bag. When everything had been packed except for her sleeping bag, she reluctantly crawled out and slipped into her shoes. “You know, it's a bit heavy, but...you could always carry your sleeping bag over your shoulder. It would be better than nothing.” She hadn't thought of that. She tried it, though, and after a very short distance, she simply asked Henry to roll it up and strap it onto his pack. It had been a little heavy, yes, but with the humid heat they were in, she would rather do without. Despite the heat, Stacy's arms remained folded in front of her for a long while, even though she walked behind Henry. After a while, she gave that up too. Why had she been out in the woods masturbating, anyway? Stupid. She could have at least waited one night, until they got back to the cabin. “Read any good books lately?” Henry asked. It had become sort of a joke between them. Henry would say it whenever he couldn't think of anything else to say, and soon she had started saying it. After another long silence, Stacy said, “I was just washing off in the stream.” “I don't wanna know,” he said. “None of my business.” “So you're not mad at me?” “Mad at you!” he exclaimed, and, perhaps forgetting her condition, he turned around and looked at her. Instinctively she covered her breasts and, almost immediately after, he turned his head away and at the same time put a hand up as if to shield his eyes. “Why would I be mad at you? Whatever you were doing was your own business.” He resumed walking. “So...what are you saying?” “I'm just saying it was your business and not mine. It's not like you did anything bad, right?” They walked on for a while. Pretty soon they stopped for lunch. Henry brought out two ziplock bags that contained their ham and cheese sandwiches. Henry, having concern for Stacy, sat facing away from her while they ate. “So what did you mean it was my business? You don't care that I'm out here naked?” “Well, there's not really anybody here to see you except me. I mean, it's not like you're standing in the middle of a busy street, or anything. And it wasn't even on purpose. You just lost your clothes. It's not like you were doing anything wrong. What could you possibly have done?” Henry didn't see her face go red. She knew that's not what he meant, but his statement simply reminded her of what she had been doing out there. And how could he not know, unless he really believed she had been bathing? After eating, they reluctantly started back. Stacy turned Henry's words over in her mind. Henry didn't care that she was naked? Did that mean he didn't care if she walked around the house naked? The idea itself turned her on. She came up with a plan. Well, it wasn't really a plan; more like an experiment. She moved faster, passing by Henry easily. He said nothing. She continued her quick pace until she was well ahead of him, then stopped and waited. Finally he caught up to her. She stood there waiting, intentionally not covering herself. “Slowpoke,” she said, and stuck out her tongue. “Well, I see you've gotten over your shyness,” he said. After a pause, he added: “If you think I'm so slow, why don't you carry a few things?” “You want me to?” she offered. “No, no, I got it.” He had regretted saying it the moment it was out of his mouth. Her carry something? What, and risk her covering up that beautiful ass, just when she had taken to walking in front of him? Nuh-uh. They walked on, Stacy occasionally glancing behind her as if to make sure Henry was still there. Something on the ground had caught her eye, and she bent over to pick it up. Henry was more than happy with what he saw in front of him. All too soon, she straightened up. Turning around, Stacy showed him a large acorn. “What do you call the kind of tree that these grow on?” “Umm,” he said, moving closer. Earlier he had gotten a brief glimpse of the neatly trimmed pubic hair in the shape of a V, but now he had a full view. “It's some kind of oak, I'm sure, but I couldn't tell you the exact name.” “Oh, cool.” She threw it aside and continued on. It was near dark before they reached the cabin. They were both tired and sweaty, but Henry wished it could have lasted at least a little bit longer. He asked Stacy if she would help him put the gear away. When that was done, she started up the stairs. “Wanna help me with dinner?” he asked. She stopped mid-step. “We're not gonna shower first?” He knew she hadn't meant it in that way (or had she?), but his cock stirred at the mere thought of it. “Well, if you want to.” She smiled. “No, let's go ahead and eat.” She bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. Looked like it would be a little longer, at least, before she covered up that beautiful body. He hadn't dared say anything while they put the equipment away, but now Henry just had to ask. “I thought you were eager to get back to a clean set of clothes.” “I...thought you didn't mind.” “Well, before, you couldn't get to any clothes, and I...I mean, no, I don't mind. I was just, you know, wondering.” “Oh, well I can put some clothes on if you want, but since it's just you and me here, I didn't think you'd mind. Besides, no point in messing up a clean suit of clothes before I get a shower.” Henry flipped the hamburgers over while Stacy cut up the cheese. When they were done with dinner (Henry was very thankful that the kitchen table was made of glass), he helped her with the dishes. Stacy ran up the stairs and showered. When she came out, Henry was disappointed to see that she had slipped into her pjs. After showering himself, he went to bed, his mind on the more intricate details of his stepdaughter's body. 10 It had been three weeks since Dan first noticed that he had a direct view of Vicky's room from his window. With binoculars, he could see most of what went on in there, provided she didn't shut the curtains, which she never did. Vicky was his next door neighbor and classmate. She was also one of the hottest girls in school, and one of the shiest. But Dan had a view that nobody else did. He wondered what his friends would think if they knew she liked to dance around in her 'barely there' underwear. Dan was already up in his room and waiting when Vicky walked into hers and dropped her bookbag on the floor. Today had been a long day but now she was home, finally home, and immediately took her shirt off, followed by her jeans. She didn't dare look toward the window, at the risk of scaring Dan off, if he was watching. She desperately hoped he was watching. Since she had caught him watching her, she had taken to stripping down to her underwear and, occasionally, dancing around the room. Afterwards, she would masturbate furiously in the shower. Jokingly, she dared herself to masturbate on her bed so Dan could see. She wondered if he was watching right now, but didn't dare look. She wondered if he knew she knew she was being watched. Dan was watching, very intensely, as she slid those tight jeans off her butt. He prayed and prayed for the day when she would slide those jeans off her hips and they would drag her panties down with them. What a view that would be! She strutted around the room and stopped in front of her mirror. To his amazement and utter delight, she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, giving him his first view of her naked breasts. The panties followed, and he watched with something close to hunger. Vicky stood in front of the mirror for a moment, posing for herself (or so he thought). Then she lay down on the bed. Her hands moved across her body, toying with her nipples, moving downward, downward. Her legs spread wide. He didn't have a direct view, but he definitely knew what she was doing. He wished for a better view. It must have been his lucky day, because at that moment, she jumped up (her tits jiggling quite nicely) and bent over on the edge of the bed, her bare bottom and pussy lips perfectly visible. She spread her legs and moved her hand down under her belly, lower, until her fingers found what they were looking for. A finger slid in easily, then a second. She was already wet. She had intended to take her time, but she was already excited. She wanted to milk this for all it was worth, so she went slow. She usually masturbated every other day, but it had been four days, and she couldn't wait to taste the sweet ecstacy of her climax. This time, though...this time would be much bigger. This time she performed for an audience. She wondered if Dan would say anything to her about it. Surely not, she thought. What, he'd just walk up to her at school tomorrow and say, 'Hey, saw you masturbating in your room yesterday. Pretty sweet,'. Oh, how she longed to feel his cock inside her. That thought excited her even more, and she knew she couldn't hold out. She had meant to change positions before she came, but it was too late for that. Her fingers worked furiously and her juices poured out of her, down her hand, down the side of her bed. She would wash the quilt later; right now she couldn't care less. She collapsed onto the bed, her hand sticking out from between her legs, her pussy lips glistening with her own fluids. Dan would have given a lot to be with her right then. Maybe not his soul, but a whole damn lot. Just one caress of that sweet, baby-soft ass...and those lips... She stood up and, to his amazement, walked over to the window and waved at him. Then the curtains closed. 11 The night was warm and dry. The coach had probably moved the game to seven thirty because it was so damn hot during the day. Even now it was hot enough to make her break a sweat. “Hi,” a guy said. “Your first game?” “No, actually, I've been to so many I lost count.” “And you're with the home team?” “Yeah. Jane. Kyle's mom” “Carl. Nick's dad. I'm surprised I haven't seen you before. You come to a lot of games?” “Most of them, yeah.” “Oh. I just, I thought I would remember someone as pretty as you.” She smiled, then held up her hand, showing off her wedding band. “Oh. Sorry. Not sorry that you're married, of course—well, I am, but—I'm sorry, can we start over? Hi, I'm Carl, sorry about the cheesy pickup line,” he said, holding out his hand. She smiled and took his hand in hers. “Jane. It's a pleasure to meet you, Carl.” “Likewise.” They sat, talking for a while. Carl was a really funny guy, and cute to boot. If she wasn't married...oh, if she wasn't married... “I'm gonna go get a pepsi or something. You want anything?” “Yeah, I could use a drink.” “Okay. What'll it be?” “You know what? I don't know. I think I'll walk with you if you don't mind.” “Okay.” They walked behind the metal bleechers. Carl put his arm around her and felt her tense against his touch. She stopped mid-step. “Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--” Without warning, she leaned forward and grabbed his head, their mouths coming together, their tongues locking. They moved up under the bleechers, still locked together. Carl broke the kiss. “You sure we should be doing this?” he said. “No,” she said, looking at the ground and back up at him. she kissed him again, her tongue on his. His hand undid the button of her jeans and reached inside, caressing her pussy through thin panties. She dared let out a soft moan. “No, not here,” she said. “No one will see.” “But what if--” “No one will see,” he repeated, his eyes on hers. Her eyes showed fear, then mischief with a touch of worry. It looked sexy on her. “Okay." He kissed her neck, then moved down and lifted her shirt up enough to get his head under it. He kissed her belly, running his hands up under the cups of her bra, caressing her nipples with his fingertips. Then he moved down, kissing her flesh as he went. He pulled her jeans and panties down together, revealing a bush of light brown hair and, underneath, soft pink pussy lips. He kissed her there, then again. Then he ran his tongue along her slit, barely touching her sensitive flesh. Soon he was tongue-fucking her. It was all she could do to keep from moaning with obvious pleasure. “Stop. Carl, stop,” she said in a quiet but urgent tone. She pushed his head away. “What?” he said. “I want to feel you inside me. Please?” “Anything for a lady,” he said, smiling. She stepped out of her pants and lay them aside, then turned and put her hands against the wall of the bleechers for support. She felt him grab her hips, and for the moment was too excited to worry about who might see. In fact, the thought of getting caught only turned her on more. She waited impatiently to feel his cock inside her. He guided her legs, spreading them apart. Unzipping his pants, he took his cock in his hand and guided it to her waiting cunt. He teased her, running his head up and down her slit while she begged him to fuck her. Slowly, he slid into her, pulling her hips toward him as he did so. This woman was quite a find. Her perfect legs led up to an incredible ass. Carl couldn't believe he had gotten her pants off behind the bleechers. He just hoped she didn't regret it later. He hoped she didn't regret him later. Now he was thrusting into her gently. She moaned in agreement and thrust her ass toward him. He noticed her breath had hastened even while his tongue was buried in her, and now her orgasm wasn't far off at all. He wondered if she would be able to keep quiet when it finally hit her. He would soon find out. Jane was breathing hard now. He thrust a little harder and she reacted immediately, clapping one hand over her mouth and still managing a few small squeaks. Carl pulled out of her suddenly, and she felt his hot juices hit her leg, and her bare butt. The third shot traveled straight up her crack. She felt it run down over her asshole. She would kill him for it later, but right now it didn't bother her at all. “Oh my God, Carl,” she whispered, massaging her own pussy as her orgasm subsided. “Carl, you're the be--” But she didn't finish, because Carl was gone. She stood there for a moment, half bewildered. Before she got dressed, she would have to clean up a bit...but how? She wiped the come off her leg with her bare hand, rubbing it between her fingers to feel it's stickiness. It always fascinated her. She looked at it a moment, then wiped it off on the wall of the bleechers. She wiped her ass off as best she could, then squatted down and reached far between her legs. She started at the top of the crack of her ass and wiped downward. Despite her anger at Carl for leaving her in this predicament, she already wanted to feel him inside her again. But tonight had been a huge mistake, and she knew it. It was best that she never saw him again. But if she did... After some searching, she realized her panties were gone. So he was a thief, too? It didn't matter. He had probably wanted a souvenir. The next time they met, she would fuck him until he couldn't stand up straight. Just then a horrible thought occurred to her: Carl had effortlessly snatched up her panties. He could have just as easily taken her pants as well. And what if he had done just that? What would she have done then? She didn't know, but she was glad that her pants were now safely back on her hips. She had to get to the ladies' room and clean up; it was a hot night, and she was sweating like crazy. 12 Billy had just transferred from LSU to Florida State. After dislocating his elbow and shattering both bones in his right arm, he was pretty much useless on the field. He hadn't lost his scholarship, but had been given the option to transfer. He opted for the campus that wasn't seven hundred miles from home. He met Karen on his second day, and she invited him to a frat party, saying they would let him in if he was with her, even though neither one of them were members. He couldn't believe his own luck, getting a date with a girl as hot as Karen. Her scent was intoxicating, and her tight jeans displayed her curves very well as she sauntered away. The party was at eight, and she was waiting outside when he walked up. “Hey stud. I missed you today.” “I missed you, too.” “Wanna go in and have some fun?” “Sure,” he said. They walked hand in hand, and the guys at the door stopped them. “Hold on there, sweetheart. You can go in, but he can't.” “Why not?” she said in her innocent voice. “Because he's not a member.” “And you can't make an exception for me? Just this once?” “Well, maybe if you...” He made an obscene gesture, holding his hand in front of him and jacking back and forth. “I don't think so...but what if we sign up for an event? Like armwrestling?” “What, you're--” “Sure. Billy's gonna win, anyway.” “Don't count on it.” “Karen, I don't think--” Billy said. “Well it's a good thing armwrestling doesn't require thinking. Come on.” “But I--” “Come on,” she repeated, pulling him inside. “Karen, tell me you didn't just bet that I'd beat somebody at armwrestling.” “What if I did?” “Then you're probably gonna be--” Disappointed was what he meant to say. Just then a large guy walked up to them. “Hey. You in the armwrestling competition?” Karen nodded. He smiled. “Good. Finally found somebody dumb enough to go up against me. You the girl?” “Yep,” Karen said, looking him over and for the first time not feeling so confident. The guy's smile broadened. “Good. What's his name?” “Billy,” Billy said. “Then come on, Billy. In the main room.” Billy and Karen followed. Following the big guy's lead, Billy sat down at a small table in one corner. The room grew quiet. Billy put his left hand forward. “Hey, this is a right-hand game.” “Come on, man, I hurt my right arm playing football. Let's see if you can beat me with your left arm.” He laughed. “Hey, okay, left it is, as long as you promise not to say that again.” Billy thought for a moment about what he had said, then laughed himself. “Ready?” the big guy said, putting his left arm on the table. “Yeah,” Billy said. He hoped Karen wasn't too disappointed when he lost...and from what was said, he really wondered what was going on. “Go!” a third guy said. The big guy got him halfway down right from the start. Billy held him there and managed to push him back up briefly, then his arm went down and he felt his knuckles touch the table. “Blake wins!” the third guy said. The guys watching cheered. Billy walked back over to Karen. “Sorry, I tried to tell you--” She walked away from him, completely ignoring him, he thought. She stood in the middle of the room. Someone put on some fast music and she started dancing. No way, he thought. Her shirt came off and she threw it aside. Her nipples were clearly visible through her lacy top, and she rubbed them while she danced. Billy wondered if she would be mad at him for losing. Almost as if she had picked up on this, she looked directly at him, pointed and smiled, then moved her hand down her flat belly, down inside the front of her pants. She danced for a while longer before unzipping her pants and sliding them off her hips. The pink panties underneath were a bit small, and hugged her body nicely. They were also a bit transparent, but they didn't give her camel toe. He wondered if she hadn't planned on him losing all along. Her bra followed. She caressed her body as she danced, stopping more than once to tease her nipples. They were erect, Billy noticed, and he also saw that the front of her panties now had a damp spot. It wasn't long before she stepped out of them, too, leaving her completely naked for her audience. As Billy had guessed when she had first taken her pants off, her pussy had been shaved clean. She danced a while yet, occasionally running a finger down her wet slit. Once she even slipped a finger inside and then pulled it out provocatively and slid it in her mouth. Then she got on her knees, spread her legs and started masturbating. Billy looked at her, amazed. He didn't know how far she would be going with this, but he never guessed she would go that far. He didn't feel the need to complain, though. Now she thrust two fingers inside herself, moaning theatrically...or maybe not. She was certainly wet. Maybe it wasn't an act. Either way, it was a beautiful sight. In Billy's experience, the only thing better than watching a girl get herself off was having her on top of you. And there was a chance for that too... Karen lay down on the carpet, spreading her legs wide. The crowd offered a cheer of approval. She lay there, her eyes closed, a wide smile on her face. Her own juices flowed down her inner thighs. She forced her fingers as far as they would go, gasping and moaning. When her orgasm subsided, she sat up, her legs still spread. Her audience cheered. She stood up and walked over to Billy. “Whoa,” she said. “That was fun.” “It certainly was,” he said, still staring at her in half disbelief. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom and wash up a bit. Wait right here, kay?” “Sure.” She looked around for a moment, half confused. “Where's my clothes?” she said to no one in particular. No one answered. She looked at Billy and sighed. “Be right back.” Many watched her but, surprisingly, no one tried to grab her. Billy watched her walk down the hall and disappear into a doorway on the right. He waited patiently. She reappeared moments later. “You didn't drive out here, did you?” “No. Why?” “Oh, no reason. I seemed to have misplaced my clothes, is all.” “Where do you stay?” “A small frat house, about a mile down the road. Wanna walk me home?” “Sure,” he said, and smiled. It was cool outside, the wind blowing gently. Karen didn't ask for his shirt, but he took it off and handed it to her anyway. Lucky for him, it came down just to the beginning of her hips. She kissed him when they got to her door. “You're not gonna invite me in?” he said. “No...I think you've had enough of me today. Maybe you can have some more tomorrow.” She pulled his shirt off and handed it to him. “Will you be wearing that outfit?” he said. She smiled. “Maybe.” 13 Ayami was tall and slender, baby smooth skin with a light tan. Her shiny black hair was ponytailed in the back, bouncing along with her breasts in a tight tank top. Her cutoff shorts left only a thin strap of material between her legs, small enough to tell that her panties were white. She was a sixteen-year-old sex machine. Harold had been watching her every spare minute of the day. His wife either hadn't noticed or didn't care. Ayami was an exchange student from Kyoto. Harold had offered free boarding and meals, not knowing what he would get in return. Now he was glad he had signed up for this. If Hannah hadn't noticed him eyeing the young girl, she had certainly noticed a change in their sex life: Harold wanted her every night, sometimes twice. Yesterday had been particularly exciting. It had happened completely by accident. Harold had been pulling up weeds and transplanting a few hyacinths and petunias. He came in and, not giving it a second thought, threw the bathroom door open in an attempt to wash his face and freshen up a bit. There in front of him stood a very beautiful, very naked Ayami. She looked up at him innocently, making no attempt to cover herself. Harold searched for words, any words, but found none. Instead he stepped backward out of the bathroom and shut the door. The image of the naked seventeen-year-old sex machine stood in his mind. Her breasts had been full, round, perfect, made for his hands. Her lips had been perfectly visible; she had shaved her pubic hair off clean. She had turned slightly when he had opened the door, and the curves of her legs, of her ass cheeks, were smooth and intoxicating. One other thing about her that wouldn't leave him alone. Ayami had been pale when she had first gotten here. Now she was tan, and Harold couldn't recall seeing a single tan line on her young, vibrant body. The implications put a smile on his face. Now Harold took the tea off the hot stove eye and grabbed the empty pitcher. He nearly dropped it when Ayami walked into the room. She was naked from head to toe, no tan lines, no clothes to hinder his view. She held a towel in her hands, working it through her hair. “Afternoon, Mr. Petrie.” Harold searched for words again, found none, let his eyes wander over her as she opened the refrigerator, bent forward slightly, then moved to the kitchen table. “U-um, Ayami?” “Yes?” Her English was flawless. “Why, ah...why are you, umm...” he pointed at her, waving his finger, indicating her body. “Oh. Well, I know you Americans are shy and all about nudity, but I figured it didn't matter much since you saw me the other day. Does my nudity bother you?” “Umm, no, of course not. But Mrs. Petrie might not like it at all, so...” “Oh. Mrs. Petrie is visiting her sister today. She won't be back until late this evening. Look, I can tell this makes you uncomfortable--” “No, no, not at all.” Now words came fast. “No, really, it's no problem. Nobody but you and me here, if you don't have a problem with it I'm fine.” She waited, pausing for effect. “Okay, if you're sure.” She sipped on a glass of kool-ade. Harold felt awkward staring at her, especially since he could think of nothing else to say. He put the pitcher down and poured the tea over into it, mixed in the sugar (this he did at the kitchen table so he could ogle her), and filled it the rest of the way with water. That done, he set it in the refrigerator and sat down at the table. “So, ah...” he was desperate for something to say. “So what time did Hannah say she would be back?” “She didn't. She just said she'd be late, so you shouldn't wait up.” “Oh.” That was good. Plenty of time to ogle the naked asian. Her curves were every bit as sweet as he'd imagined. “I noticed you have a basketball goal behind the shed.” Harold almost had to shake himself to bring himself back to reality. “Oh, yeah, that's been up a while.” “If you're not too busy, maybe you could teach me how to play?” “Sure,” Harold said. He was kinda disappointed, but basketball was a contact sport, so this had its plusses too. He regretted leaving her, but he had to find a basketball if they were to play. And no doubt he would have to find the air pump to air it up. Still, he should have sat there a moment or two longer. Just to watch her walk out of the room. It would have been worth it. There were two old basketballs in the shed, but they were both flat. He had no trouble finding the air pump, and the first one stayed firm. Harold wondered if she would say anything about his hard-on. It might scare the poor girl, he thought, but to feel her pressing up against him, it would be worth it. He dribbled the ball a few times, shot, missed, shot again and got nothing but net. “Pretty good,” Ayami said from behind him. “Out of practice,” he returned, looking back. She had brushed her hair and put on her tennis shoes that he had bought her, but that was all. From her head down to her ankles, she was still nude. “Out of uniform,” he mumbled. “Hmmm?” “Nothing,” he said. “You know any of the rules?” “Only that getting the ball in the net is a good thing.” He explained the basic rules, two- and three-pointers, and the like, but found it hard to keep eye contact. He hoped she either didn't notice or didn't mind. “Okay,” she said. “You think you could show me how to shoot?” “Sure,” he said. He passed her the ball. “Go ahead and bounce it off the backboard a couple of times.” She did, and both shots went in. “Good! Now move back a little and try again.” She missed the first shot. “Can you help me?” “You're doing great,” he said. “No, I mean can you come here?” Harold walked over to her. “Stand behind me, and show me how to hold the ball.” He got behind her, but was afraid that she would feel his hard-on and get scared. She moved back against him, surprising him, but she didn't act like anything was wrong. Her ass was poking against him. He could smell her now, and she smelled like a perfectly fuckable young woman, smelled like sex any way she wanted it. His left hand rested on her breast. It was soft, baby smooth. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he realized what he had just done. “Sorry,” he said, stepping back. “For what?” she said. He looked up at her and her face showed more actual concern than coyness. For the first time, he thought this girl might really be clueless. “Oh, well, it's just...most people think it's inappropriate to touch like that unless you're married, or unless you're a couple, you know.” “Oh. Well, I could put some clothes on if you like, but I thought you were enjoying it.” “No, no, I'm fine,” he said. “It's just, well, my wife wouldn't appreciate it one bit.” Her face showed understanding, then she smiled. “Oh, I get it. But your wife's not here. What's the harm if she doesn't find out?” She moved closer, put her arms around him, placed one of his own hands on her butt. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.” He resisted for a moment, leaning away from her. Then he let out a nervous laugh. “You're right, I guess. It's just that I've never met anyone so open with their body.” “Well, now that I know you're not afraid of me, how about you show me how to shoot a basketball?” Basketball with Ayami was a lot of fun. She pretended to ignore his boner and he got to put his hands all over her body. Her skin was so tan and vibrant. Her butt was soft and round, and yet so firm. Her breasts bounced as she jumped around, which she did often, like a cheerleader. Ayami was a very slender and athletic girl, and she felt confident enough that she challenged Harold to a game. The game was one point a shot, to ten points. The stakes were that if Ayami won, Harold would also have to get nude, and if Harold won...Ayami promised he would get something nice. Ayami was agile and quick, but still an amateur at basketball. Despite the distractions and the frequent skin contact, Harold still won, six to ten. It had warmed up outside and they were both sweating. Harold had never been more turned on in his life. He was panting from the heat, both outer and inner. He watched as she bounded across the yard, her perfect ass making his hard-on ache. She disappeared inside the door, then reappeared just as quickly, holding something in her hand. That something turned out to be a dildo, and before she reached the relative safety of the back of the shed, she stopped and got on her knees, spreading them. Harold heard a car speed by and hoped whoever it was hadn't been looking in their direction. 'What if Hannah comes home?' he thought. But at that moment he didn't care. Ayami had slid the big rubber shaft inside her, and was thrusting it now, moaning and moving her hips with the motion. He thought he might cream his pants, but he didn't care about that, either. All his attention went to the girl masturbating in his yard. Two more cars went by, but they didn't honk, they didn't slow down. They would have to be looking for something out in this direction to see her, anyway, he realized. But still, she was so open that she would masturbate in front of him? That she would do it outside, where others might see? This young, sweet little girl? Sweat was coursing down her body. She worked the plastic dick inside her, putting real effort into it, getting real pleasure out of it. He could tell she was enjoying it. It was better than any porno that he had ever seen. Her gentle moans turned into sharp squeaks. Soon she dropped the dildo, and spread her lips with one hand while rubbing her clit frantically with the other. Liquid poured out from between her legs. It almost looked like she was peeing, but Harold knew better. She was coming. He nearly came, himself, at the sight of it. She collapsed backward onto her ass. She sat there, breathless, her hands propped on the ground between her legs. Her whole body was covered in sweat. Harold helped her up (and gently brushed off her bare ass, what would any other gentleman do?). They walked toward the house together. She didn't say a word, only went into the bathroom and cut on the shower. The curtain was clear, and she had left the door wide open. Though she hadn't invited him, he stood in the doorway and watched her. The water highlighted her beautiful skin. She pulled the curtain back and dried off, unashamed. Harold watched as she ditched her towel and brushed through her hair briefly. “Wanna give me a few more basketball tips before I cook us some dinner?” “S-sure.” “Okay, let's go.” 14 “But Alex, I can't--” Liz protested, but Alex cut her off. “Then you're messing everything up for all of us. Look, you don't have to do anything but be there, okay? No flips, no kicks, just walk out onto the field at halftime. Me and the girls'll go through the routine, but instead of you standing on top of the pyramid, it'll be Jane. I'll be second from the top, and we'll get a junior to take my place on bottom.” “But I can't--” “Unless you hold your skirt up, no one will ever know.” Liz offered a final, pleading glance. Alex didn't give in. “If anything goes wrong...anything at all...I'm blaming you. You're responsible, got that?” “Don't worry,” Alex said. “But don't you dare chicken out on me. If you do, me and the rest of the cheerleaders'll strip you naked on the bus to Atlanta.” Alex darted for the door. “Same to you if anything goes wrong out there!” Liz yelled after her. She hoped nothing went wrong... There was a surprisingly big crowd out at the Thomasville game. She would have felt a little better if this was an away game, but no luck there. This was all in front of the bleachers, on the football field at the school that she knew so well. This was in front of all her friends and enemies. The wind gave an encouraging gust that almost lifted the back of her skirt. Nobody was around to see, but it still made her go back into the locker room. But Alex hadn't been kidding about the bus ride to Atlanta. Alex's very own dad drove the bus for away games, and some pretty crazy stuff went on. Yes, her fear of being stripped naked in front of the football team and having to stay naked until they got back to Newton was a very real and very justified fear. That fear urged her on, and she found herself walking out onto the football field, walking, not running. The wind blew lightly between her legs, teasing her. She knew why Alex wanted her out on the field. Not only was Liz the head cheerleader, but she was the girl that Alex looked up to. Alex couldn't perform her best without Liz. It wasn't a bi-curious thing; Liz was straight and Alex knew it. It was more like a best friend thing. Tasha, a fellow cheerleader, was running toward her. “Kneel!” she said. Liz quickly dropped to her knees, her fingers laced together. Her hands also held her skirt down; she just hoped she hadn't knelt fast enough to show the people behind her what she wasn't wearing under her skirt. Tasha stepped into her hands and she thrust the girl upward with all her strength. Tasha went high and cut a double flip in the air before coming to rest on solid ground. The crowd cheered. For Tasha, she hoped. The cheerleaders went through their normal routine, minus Liz. Instead, Liz waved to the crowd and allowed a few small stationary bounces. She had to look like a cheerleader, after all. The two middle girls jumped down, leaving Jane to fall into the others' arms. They caught her, all right, but for a moment Liz thought that, because of the junior cheerleader, they had almost fallen down and failed to catch her. There was a loud cheer from the audience, followed by some booing and even more snickers. Liz's first thought was that her skirt had bounced too high and she had shown off too much. She would never live this down-- Her skirt hadn't bounced too high, but it was puddled around her ankles. The first wave of panic hit her. First she tried to bend over and retrieve her skirt, missed, then simultaneously tried again and took off running. She fell over, her skirt flying from her ankles. She got up. She couldn't worry about her skirt; She couldn't find it. So she took off, racing toward the end of the football field in nothing but her cheerleader top, which didn't quite cover her belly button, and the ribbon in her hair. Nobody had followed her, but there were two guys and a girl a few yards away, eyeing her as she tried the locker room door. It was locked. That's when she felt her second wave of panic. “Whoooo! Go get 'em, Lizzy!” the girl called. Liz recognized the voice at once: Marcy. Marcy had a reputation among the guys as being easy, and a reputation among the girls as being a bitch. Now a third wave of panic struck as Marcy pulled out her phone and held it in front of her. It flashed. Liz was too stunned to react. The second flash made her back against the wall and cover herself as best she could with one hand. “Stop it, Marcy!” she yelled, but there was little threat and more fear in her voice. Marcy had gotten close now, and had no intention of stopping. The camera flashed and flashed. Liz gathered her courage, then lunged forward and pushed Marcy with all her might. Marcy stumbled to the ground. Liz, very aware of the two boys watching her, grabbed the camera. “Bitch!” she yelled, no longer caring whose attention she might draw. Liz thumbed the buttons, not even paying much attention to what she was doing. She was frantic now, and didn't see Marcy jump up. “Bitch!” Marcy yelled back, and snatched Liz's shirt upward. It went over her head and as far as her elbows, pinning her arms. Marcy snatched her phone away from Liz, then liberated her of her shirt. Now Liz stood in front of Marcy and the two boys, naked except for the blue ribbon in her hair. Her first instinct was to cover her breasts, but before she could even do that, Marcy was clicking away. Four more people came around the corner of the cafeteria building and stopped when they saw the naked girl. One of them was the cheerleader that had filled the empty spot at halftime. The girl put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. More people came around the building. A small crowd was gathering. Everybody was gawking. Nobody was doing a thing about Marcy the photographer. Liz did the only thing she could do: she ran. Where was she going? The street? More than likely, just around the main building to hide her nakedness from the crowd. And then what? She didn't know. As it happened, she ran around the corner and right into someone. She fell to the ground, looked up and saw the Mr. Escot, the vice principal, and Mr. Mackey, her math teacher. Suddenly she realized that her legs were spread open slightly, and since she was still in a well-lit area, she figured there wasn't anything that could possibly make tonight any worse, short of a camera crew from Fox News showing up. She shut her legs and tried to get up. Mr. Escot offered a hand, and he was helping her up when Marcy rounded the corner. The camera flashed once, twice. “I'll take that,” Mr. Escot said, holding out his hand. Marcy hesitated for a moment, then took off running. Liz begged Mr. Escot to unlock the locker room doors, and he sent Mr. Mackey around the building. Wrapping his own coat around her, Mr. Escot led her to the locker room. They rounded the corner just as five students did the same heading in the opposite direction, and Liz fell backward once again, her legs parting slightly. She recovered quicker this time, but not before a flash caught her pose. Mr. Escot was also knocked down, but he was up and telling the students to get back if they didn't want to be expelled. She was up again, once more clutching the coat that covered not quite half of her ass. Once she was safely inside the locker room, she peeked around the corners to make sure no one (especially Marcy) was there. It was clear. Marcy's time would come, oh hell yes it would, but in the meantime, Alex was to accept responsibility for this. It was safe to say that Alex had more than just a naked bus ride coming her way. She got to her locker and tried to recall the combination. She thought she had had it down, but she guessed now that she had been wrong. She froze as she turned it over. She had been confident enough to tear the sticker off of it. Great, she thought. Just great. 15 The entire class of 8a of Jackson High School held its breath and fixed its many eager eyes on Beth Maringer. The girl now regretted all of her gloating about her old school, Winston Hills High, and their football team, which had won the high school state finals last year and made sure everyone knew they intended to continue the tradition. Had they beaten Jackson High, Beth would still be smiling and enjoying the humiliation of the six big-talking boys as they jacked off in front of the entire class. As it were, Jackson had won, and now she was heading toward the front of the class. The entire class had witnessed the deal, and if she didn't hold up to her end, she would be stripped and handcuffed to the flagpole outside while one of the boys pulled the fire alarm. Mr. Karn was a cool guy. He let the kids get away with anything short of rape and murder. He had been present when Beth had made the bet with the boys, and asked her if she was sure she wanted to agree to such a thing. She had replied with arrogance, saying that it wouldn't matter anyway because Winston Hills High was unstoppable this year. Mr. Karn said okay and went on with their lesson. The next morning everyone's eyes were on her. She had a red face when she walked in the door. Mr. Karn had an assignment written on the board. He stood up and said, “This is a big assignment, class, covering sections two and three in chapter five. I'll give you this period to work on it, and what you don't finish here, you can take home with you.” He looked at Beth. “I've got some papers that need copying, so you'll be alone most of this period. I expect you kids won't get too loud?” The class acquiesced. Beth just looked at the floor, her face burning. It was small consolation that Mr. Karn wouldn't be in attendance. Now she stood looking at the class, her butt resting lightly on the edge of the desk. Someone made a comment about how tight her jeans were, and that she might be more comfortable if she took them off. It somehow made it worse that the person who said this was a girl. She reached for the hem of her shirt, but couldn't bring herself to pull it up. One of the boys made some snide comment about the flagpole out front, and that got her moving. She had medium breasts with good shape, covered only by her cotton bra. The boys kept their cheers to a minimum, not wanting to bring Mr. Bryant from across the hall. Her jeans came off next, and everyone stared as she peeled them off her hips. Her panties were plain white cotton, but not too modest. Her fingers fumbled nervously with the back hooks of her bra. Finally she unhooked it, and slid the shoulder straps off her arms. She immediately folded her arms over her breasts. It had taken all of her courage to drop her bra. She knew she wouldn't be able to take her panties off. “Who has the handcuffs?” one girl asks. This gets her moving again, and finally her arms uncover her chest and her thumbs hook into the waistband of her small panties. Slowly, a small, trim line of pubic hair appears, then her panties fall to her ankles. The class applauds her without too much noise, and Beth tries to block everything out as she climbs up on the desk. On her knees, she spreads her legs and presents her butt in the air for the class to see. She moved her hand between her legs. “Spread 'em,” one guy said, and a girl echoed the command. Her face burned hotter with humiliation and anger as tears welled up in her eyes, and she spread her pussy lips with two long fingers. They were taking pictures of her, she knew. She hadn't yet realized that one guy had brought a videocamera. And it was only eight-thirty. She had to stay like this until the bell rang, which was a good forty minutes off. 16 Lindsay stepped out in a tiny two-piece and headed for the pool. She cannonballed off the diving board, climbed out and stretched out on a beach chair. Jay was watching her from his office room on the second floor. He had space for an office room because he and his wife had no children. Not that they hadn't tried, but one or both of them was simply incapable. Lindsay was fourteen with a sixteen year old's knockout body, might've even passed for eighteen. She had straight brown hair that was made darker by the water. The office door was locked, because if Jay's wife caught him looking at another woman (at an underage girl, no less), she would shit chickens. It was half past twelve, and it occurred to Jay that Lindsay Vane should probably be in school. Then it occurred to him that Mr. and Mrs. Vane should both be at work. So Lindsay had the house all to herself. Jay watched as the little teenage vixen applied sunscreen all over her body, and paid special attention when her hand dipped just under the waistband of her bikini bottom. He attempted to store that away for later use but noticed her hand returned, then again and again. Finally her whole hand disappeared under the stretchy material of her suit. This little vixen was fingering herself in her backyard. She stopped. Looked around. When she was satisfied that no one could see her, she pulled the strings on either side of her bottom, then lifted her butt up and threw her bikini bottom aside. Jay's eyes went immediately to the small strip of brown hair above her small slit. He might have killed for a pair of binoculars at that moment, but there were none. He watched eagerly as the girl threw her top aside. Now she was reclining in the chair, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses. She massaged herself with the tips of her fingers, then teased by slipping one partways inside. Jay had only recently noticed this hottie (the first had been seeing her strut around her room in only a pair of panties), and now he was getting a full view. He knew how lucky he was. She lost the sunglasses, charged at the swimming pool and dove down into the water. Resurfacing, she pulled herself up on the ladder. Her body was covered with a cascade of water, and as it rolled off her, he got a good look at her shiny, wet ass. He also noticed that, although it was a bit lighter, there were no distinct tanlines. Had she done this before? No, surely he would have seen it if she had. The girl lay down on her belly, this time on the grass instead of the lawn chair. She brought her knees up under her and spread them, sticking her ass out into the air invitingly. A hand moved between her legs and Jay wished it could have been his own hand, fondling that soft mound, that warm, smooth skin. A crazy idea occurred to him, then: Why didn't he go over there? He could ring the doorbell and wait, no doubt sending the girl into a frenzied panic. Or would she answer it at all? He thought not. Still, it was a thought. Something startled her, because it was at that moment that she jumped up and ran to the fence. She unlocked their side of the gate and tried it. It was unlocked on his side, as it usually was, and the tall, heavy fence door swung open. It excited him to see the young, naked girl step into his very own back yard. God, what he wouldn't have given for a video camera! The girl peered through the crack at the fence gate. Jay could see nothing on the other side, except her pink bikini bottom, which still lay in the chair. Lindsay's dad stepped to the glass door, then stepped into the back yard. He walked out into the yard, as if he was looking for something but didn't know quite what. Then he spied the pink material on the chair. He picked it up and looked at it curiously for a moment, then picked up Lindsay's top from the side of the chair. After studying them minutely, he looked around once more, then went back inside. Jay noticed he had locked the door. He wondered what thoughts were in Lindsay's mind. How she felt about being locked out of her own home, minus her clothing. Part of him felt sorry for her, but another part felt something else. Neither Jay nor Lindsay (to the best of Jay's knowledge) had heard Lindsay's father come home. But twenty minutes later, as the naked girl stood in his back yard, watching his back door for any sign of movement, they heard the old car pull out into the street, sputter, then rev up before Max, Lindsay's dad, shifted to second gear. This seemed to make Lindsay quite happy. She rushed across her own back yard and tried the doorknob. It was locked. She pushed at it, trying to force it, with no luck. After trying the windows, the door again, and even trying to climb up to her second-story window, she sat down on her chair, naked with blades of grass still stuck to her belly and chest, with the look of failure on her face. Jay thought about going down there to confront her (she hadn't even bothered to shut the gate all the way), but was afraid of her reaction. What if she screamed? What if she started crying? But then, what was he supposed to do? Just leave her out there all alone? Just then he remembered something funny that had happened. He had found a blouse in the back yard, white with flowers on it. His wife not only swore it wasn't hers, but said that she had never seen it before in her life. Jay had thrown it in the shed to be used as a grease rag, but now he thought he knew who it belonged to. Maybe this wasn't the first voyeuristic stunt she had pulled. Of course she hadn't intentionally lost her clothes this time, but she had stripped, and wasn't it possible she had done something similar before? Maybe, he thought. So, he decided that he would retrieve the blouse, then throw it over the fence. It wasn't a very thick garment, and the hem would probably only fall halfway down her butt, but he thought she might appreciate it just the same. Now he peered into the crack at the hinged end of the gate. Lindsay was pacing the yard, her arms folded limply over her chest. In order to get her attention, he shut the gate, hard, then threw the blouse over the top of the fence. He was careful with the back door, then, racing back up to his study, he peered out the window. She had donned the flowery blouse and was standing near her back door, studying the fence. Jay was glad she couldn't see into his dark study. Her fingers were laced together, her hands in front of her. She turned and tried the door one final time. The first thing that came to mind was that she might actually be desperate enough to break one of the panes to let herself in. The other was that the blouse had covered most of her ass. She turned around again and moved to the side gate. Glancing first at her back door, then at the gate leading to his own back yard, she stepped out and disappeared from view. Only a minute went by, then she appeared in her room. She dropped the blouse and slipped into a pair of jeans. She had found a cute blue shirt that said it wasn't me on the front, and started to slip it on when she froze. Her eyes locked on his. He wanted to duck out of sight, but knew it was too late. Then he waved at her. She frowned, then disappeared from view. Then the blinds went down. It worried Jay that she might tell someone. It worried him more that she might tell his wife. But she never showed up at his doorstep. It was around six-thirty when Jay returned to his study. He had been looking for a pen that would work, but instead found himself ogling Lindsay, lying on her bed in front of a book. Suddenly and without any warning, she jumped up off her bed and pulled her shirt off, then her bra, then her jeans. Jay found that she had donned a cute, tight pair of white panties with bears on them. She went over to her dresser, then turned her head toward him and winked. Her smile was mischievous. Then she wiggled out of her panties (wiggling quite a bit more than necessary, but she pulled it off well). She moved to the window and kissed her fingertips, then blew it at him, smiling. It was provocative. Sexier than just plain nudity. Then she turned and walked out the door. Hadn't Mr. and Mrs. Vain been at home by then? And what about her two brothers and her sister? And she was just going to walk out of her room, butt naked? Jay knew it was for his benefit, and he benefitted from it. He sat for twenty minutes, waiting for her to come back. He had nothing better to do, after all, and she had to come back some time. If she wanted to show him something, he definitely wanted to see. And she had come back, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. Her hair was wet and she walked toward the window. Her towel fell. She gave him that same sexy, mischievous smile. Then she shook a finger at him, saying no, no, no. Then the shades fell, and that was the last he saw of her that night. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 17 It was really Mrs. Henderson's fault that Kelly had ended up naked while she was waiting for the bus. She had been the one that brought the recent law changes to everyone's attention. In short, Bibb county was now “nudist friendly”. Nudists were to receive the same treatment as anyone else, and that applied to schools also. A lot of parents were outraged by the idea, but there was nothing they could do about it. Apparently the mayor had a soft spot for nudists. Kelly had brought the news home with her, and she ended up getting into some small argument with her dad about freedom, a person's rights, and nudism. Eric didn't think it was right for people to walk around “in the buff”, as he called it. His daughter disagreed. She had also made some remark about protesting the protesters with a nude march. Her dad had laughed. He had said that she was from a decent family, and that she wouldn't even be able to go out in the nude. She disagreed. In fact, she could go a whole week without any clothes at all. "Is that so?" he said. "Well either put up or shut up." "What's that mean?" "It means I don't wanna hear any more about it." "But dad, it's just...it's a person's right to choose--" "I mean it, Kelly. I don't want to hear any more." She glared at him. They had glared each other down before, usually about stupid, trivial things. He gasped when she pulled her shirt over her head. In a matter of moments she was working her feet out of the legs of her jeans, then she stood before him, naked. On the outside she stood tall and proud, but it was all she could do to keep herself from shaking, much less running out of the room with her hands over her girl parts. Her dad found his voice. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm 'putting up'," she said. "Put your clothes back on right now, Kelly." "Bibb County supports my right to go naked, wherever I want." Kelly was as stubborn as he himself was. But he was amused that she was willing to take her clothes off, right in the middle of the living room, so he decided to have some fun. "Well, fine!" he said. "You wanna be a nudist? You just bought yourself a whole week without clothes of any kind." Now she gasped. "Wh-what?" "You heard me. That's what you wanted, now you got it." "B-but--" "Yes, I can see your butt. I can see everything else too. So will everyone at school." ... The next morning, she got ready for school. She had stepped over to her dresser, then remembered all she'd said. She'd said she didn't need clothes, that she might even become a nudist. He'd yelled at her. He'd demanded that she either put up or shut up...and she had. God help her, she had stripped naked and thrown her clothes down in theatric disgust. He'd told her she would have to go naked for a whole week. She hadn't backed down. But of course now it all seemed foolish. Her and her stupid arguments with her stupid father. She couldn't go to school naked! What was she thinking? She pulled one of the drawers open and brought out a cotton t-shirt. She held it against her, considering. Now she wasn't allowed to wear clothes for a week. Of course she could just get dressed anyway. He couldn't keep her naked, after all. Could he? But that would be too much like admitting defeat. After all the things she'd said, she couldn't give in. She threw the shirt back in her drawer and slammed it shut. After several moments of thought, she decided on ankle-high socks and white sneakers. She trudged down to the kitchen like this. Her dad said good morning. Her mom just shook her head. Now she stood, waiting for the bus with her backpack slung over one bare shoulder. She felt so exposed, and somewhat naughty. What would her friends say? And her teachers? What about her best friend, Vicky, and Vicky's boyfriend Ben? Vicky and Ben had been together damn near forever, but Kelly still carried a secret crush for him. What would he think if he saw her like this? Kelly turned back toward her house, and there were Amy and Rachel. Rachel lived right next door to Kelly, and Amy must have stayed over. Everybody knew they were more than good friends. Both girls stood gawking, wordless. Amy was the first to speak. “And I thought I was forgetful.” Kelly blushed. ... The bus pulled up next to the curb, a few kids already staring out wide-eyed. She had told Rachel about her argument with her dad, and stated that she was only proving a point. Rachel commended her bravery while Amy told her she was crazy, but Amy didn't mind one bit. Now she was climbing the steps. She felt a hand pat one cheek and spun around. It was Amy. Kelly felt a mixture of indignance and total humiliation. It didn't get better as she stepped into view of everyone on the bus. Everyone was talking at once as she made her way to her seat. A few girls near the front called her a little slut, while others giggled and poked fun. A few of the guys made profane requests, sometimes accompanied with lewd gestures. The seat felt cold as she slid next to the window. She was shivering, and she hugged her bookbag. It would be a long week. 18 Penny knew about the little peephole in the bathroom wall. In fact, she often used it herself to spy on Henry, her stepdad, when he showered. She knew that he also used it to watch her. It was a little creepy at first, but the more she thought about it, the more turned on she got. The first time she had masturbated for him wasn't planned, but more of a wild impulse. It was almost one of the best orgasms she'd ever had. She had known he had been watching her because he had left the light on in the small closet space where the hole was located. Never in a million years would she have guessed that he knew she was watching him...at least, not until yesterday. Her eyes had been wide and her mouth open as he stroked his shaft to a full erection and shot his load on the shower curtain. Was it merely coincidence that it had been only two days before when she had masturbated for him? She thought not. He had been watching her pleasure herself and wanted to return the favor. Somehow he knew she had been watching. Now she lay in bed, slowly rubbing her clit. It was only a little after one in the afternoon. Her mom would be home in a few more hours, and now she dared herself to walk in there and give Henry a big wet kiss, right on the mouth. She wondered how he would react, or if he would tell Mom. A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind tried to convince her that he hadn't known she was watching, that he never would have jacked off if he had. But her pussy ached to have him inside, if only for a quick visit. It had grown tired of Penny's fingers. It needed a man's flesh. Penny slipped out from under the covers and slid into her shirt and pants. She started for the door, then stopped. She had an idea. She had borrowed an incredibly short skirt from one of her friends and now she threw her pants aside and slipped into it. Henry was sitting in front of the tv. She walked up to him. “Dad, Me and Holly were going to go out on a double date next weekend. You think this skirt's too short?” The mention of her skirt seemed to pull him out of his trancelike stare at the tv. “Oh, I don't know. That's awful short, Penny.” “Aww, come on. I'll bet you can't even see my panties when I bend over.” Before Henry could respond, Penny turned and bent over, touching her toes. “See?” she said, standing up. She was right: Henry couldn't see her panties, mainly because she wasn't wearing any. He was speechless, at least for a moment. “Penny, I...I don't know. Bend over and let me see again.” She did. This time he reached out and lifted her skirt up. She smiled, looking at him upside-down from between her legs. His other hand moved upward. She felt the tip of his finger travel down the crack of her ass, directly over her little asshole, down to her pussy. He moved it lightly along the slit, then moved to the side of her labia. He pulled the soft flesh over, spreading her lips apart and reveling more pink flesh. “Well?” she said. “Hmmm?” “Do you like what you see?” “Um, yeah.” “So I can wear this skirt on my double date?” “I...I guess so. So long as you mother doesn't find out about it.” “Great! Hold on, I've got one more outfit to show you, okay? Be right back!” She ran back to her room. What was he thinking, taking her and feeling her up like that? What if she told Ann? Penny came bouncing back into the living room. To his delight and horror, she was wearing absolutely nothing. “Penny, what--” “You like it?” she said, spreading her arms out as if to say 'tada'. “I know you've seen me wear this before when I was in the shower, but I thought you might like it better up close. But now that I've shown you mine, you have to return the favor.” “Penny...I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, what if--” “Mom won't find out unless you tell her, and we've got less than three hours until she gets home. Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Henry could hardly believe what luck he had. His young stepdaughter was standing in front of him, naked and asking to be fucked. Life simply didn't get much better than this. “You know you want to,” she said, smiling and rubbing her pussy. “I'll be in my bed whenever you get ready.” He watched her saunter away. She was barely out of the living room before he jumped up and ran after her. They kissed each other passionately in the hallway. Penny went for his belt but he moved out of her reach as he kissed her body, moving lower and lower. He did each nipple in turn, sucking lightly and rolling his tongue over them, before moving down to her belly. He stopped briefly, and she gasped as she felt his tongue move up the length of her slit. He licked her again, then buried his tongue between her lips. Her legs were spread wide and her hips thrust forward as he fucked her with his tongue. She squirmed with pleasure, grabbing his head and drawing it between her legs. Her chest rose and fell faster, and he knew she was about to come. Abruptly he stopped. She picked her head up and looked at him. “Please, don't stop!” He moved down and stuck out his tongue, barely parting her labia, then stopped. “Wh—what's wrong?” “Nothing.” “Then why'd you stop?” She was out of breath. He moved down and kissed her lips, then ran his tongue up her slit again. He kissed her again gently, then stopped. “Why'd you stop again?” “I didn't stop. But if you want me to, I--” “No, no, please! If you want me to beg I'll beg! Please, please don't stop!” He smiled and kissed her pussy lips again. He slipped his tongue inside her again, but only briefly. “Please, keep going! Just a little more! Don't stop now, please, fuck me with your tongue, I want it inside me!” With this hot little cunt begging for it, it was a wonder he didn't shoot his load right in his pants. “Shhh, easy now. I'm not going to stop, but I dont want you to come just yet.” He kissed her again. She grabbed his head and tried to force it closer to her pussy. He managed to escape her grasp. He repositioned her, putting her on her hands and knees, legs spread. Her pussy looked so delicious and inviting, he wondered if he could hold out a full ten seconds. He dropped his pants and got on his knees. Slowly, he guided the head of his penis between her waiting lips. He moved forward slowly, until he was all the way inside her. Her pussy was tight, more so than he had imagined. He slowly withdrew, then moved forward again. The only noises she made were soft little girl moans, and that only added to his pleasure. He moved out and in again, slowly but rapidly. She was about to come, and he wanted to come with her. Now he moved faster. She wiggled her hips on him and he felt his balls tighten. He couldn't stop now if he wanted. He rapidly fucked her, his hips slapping against her ass. He placed his hands on her hips as he shot his load into her. He felt her own warm girl juices run down his balls as he did. Cleaning up was a mess, so they used the shower next time. Her bed got its fair share of use, too. 19 It was uncanny, the timing of this freak accident that gave Ben the chance for just about any kind of revenge he could dream up. Their parents had left them all alone for the weekend, since Yoko was seventeen now and plenty old enough to take care of the house and her little brother for the weekend (actually, both Yoko and Ben were adopted). Last night, Ben had seen an opportunity to peep through the crack between the door and the wall and spy on his sister taking a shower. Of course he couldn't see anything until she cut the water off and threw back the curtain. Still, the thirty seconds before she spotted him...it was heaven. He had only seen one other girl naked before in his life; his best friend's sister. And that had been an honest mistake. Who knew she would be changing clothes in her room, without locking the door. Ben had been careless; he must have made a noise, because Yoko spun around and her eyes locked on his. He didn't wait to see her reaction; rather than face her, he slipped down the hall and into his room. He would wait and jack off later. Right now he would wait and see what Yoko's reaction would be. But damn, she was hot. Her breasts were supple, round, perfect. Her waist was slim above her hips, her skin slightly tanned without tan lines (he wondered if she sunbathed nude), her legs shapely and smooth. She had a perfect bubble butt, tanned with the rest of her body, and nothing but smooth skin where her pubic hair should be. Carl's sister Joan had had a big patch of brown hair there, but Yoko must have shaved hers off because nothing was blocking the view of her small snatch. Ben held his breath as he heard the bathroom door open. He was under the covers on his bed, waiting patiently and listening. His heart jumped when his own doorknob turned. Yoko stepped into the room. She was still naked. Ben tried to speak but couldn't find the words. “What are you doing, jacking off under there?” she said, glaring at him. “Is that it? You were spying on me so you could jack off?” “N-no, I'm--” “Well here,” she said. She spread her legs and rubbed herself with one hand. “Do you like that? Do you, little brother?” With two fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart. Her hips moved from side to side, as if she were dancing. Ben sat up and moved closer. “Do you want to touch me?” Instead of replying with words, he stretched out one hand toward her. His ears were ringing. He could see spots before his eyes and was barely aware that his cheek stung. Then the pain sharpened. He sat up, realizing that she had slapped him hard enough to knock him down. “That's for spying on me! You want something to jack off to, go spy on someone else! Next time it'll cost you a finger!” She stormed out of the room. Several things occurred to him at once. First, he had been way too careless. Second, his sister was a real bitch. Third...her ass was fine, but it looked even better walking away. Despite the pain in his cheek, he would be jacking off tonight, oh yes. He didn't know if she was serious about him losing a finger if she caught him again, but he didn't care. He slept in the next morning, and when he came downstairs he heard a noise. It came from the downstairs bathroom. Thinking Yoko was probably in there, he debated wether or not he should peek in. Of course, it was never a question: he went to the door and opened it a tiny crack, quietly as possible. There he saw his sister, Yoko, halfway through the bathroom window. The top half of her was outside, and she was struggling to get back in. “Ben! Ben, is that you?” “Y-yeah.” “Ben, I'm stuck. Help me get back in.” Ben moved forward and thought for a second how he would go about getting her back in...and, more importantly, what he could grope while he did it. He was forurteen, fairly strong for his age. Surely he wouldn't have any... Then it hit him. “How'd you get stuck, anyway?” he asked. “I was talking to someone outside. Why does it matter? Pull me in!” “How long have you been there?” “I don't know! Five, ten minutes. Now are you gonna help me or not?” “Sure, Yoko. I'll help you.” A denim skirt covered her slim bubble butt. He put one hand on her buttcheek, then moved it closer to the middle, down over where her butthole would be, down over her pussy. “Ben?” “Yeah?” “What the hell do you think you're doing?” “I dunno, I...I guess I'm just having a little fun.” He smiled. “Ben you stop that right now!” Ben stopped, then put one hand on her bare thigh and inched it upward until it disappeared under her skirt. Yoko squeezed her legs together, but his hand inched upward until he felt her smooth silky underwear. “Ben!” Ben didn't reply. “You little pervert! Mom'll kill you for this if Dad doesn't get to you first!” The more he thought about it, the more good ideas he came up with. And more bad ideas began to seem like good ones. He rushed upstairs. When he came back down, he went straight out the back door and around to the side of the house where his sister was hanging halfway out the window. “Ben, you little shit! I'll kill you!” “Calm down, Yoko.” He moved forward with a pair of scissors and grabbed her shirt. “No! No, you can't! This is my favorite shirt!” He hesitated, then stepped back, dodging her pathetic attempts to claw at him. “Okay. I won't have to cut it up if you just take it off.” “What? You've got to be kidding!” “And stop yelling. That's only gonna draw attention to you, and that's something you don't want. Now take it off or I'll cut it up.” Ben waited patiently, but he had to move forward with the scissors again to provoke a reaction. He almost felt sorry for her when she started crying...almost. In the end, she took it off and handed it to him as instructed. “Now your bra.” She stared at him with wet, hateful eyes. She looked like a Japanese half-oni. She made no attempt to remove her bra. Ben moved forward and she tried to knock him back. “Careful,” he said. “These scissors are sharp. Wouldn't want you to get cut.” Resignation on her face, she stopped fighting and let him cut her bra strap. Her hands immediately went to cover up her naked breasts. Now Ben stepped back and produced a camera from his pocket. He clicked once, twice, three times. “Ben...Ben, please stop. I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry for all those times I was mean to you.” Ben wasn't about to fall for the old 'I'm sorry for real this time' routine. If she thought he was going to fall for that one again, she was dead wrong. Ben had always wondered about his sister's room. Now, as he hid the camera in his room, he wondered if he shouldn't have a look. Sure, he was excited, ready to get back downstairs. But if he was right... Yoko's room smelled different from his own, and was decorated with posters of rock and heavy metal bands. He couldn't remember a time when he was allowed to be in here. He checked various drawers before finding one with condoms in it. He might need one later, so he took one and slipped it in his pocket. Yoko's underwear drawer contained just that, plus a number of other little toys with which he was unfamiliar. He deduced that what he now held in his hand was a dildo. There was a small box with a wire extending some length, the end of which was attached to a small plastic ball. When he pushed a button on the box, the little plastic egg hummed to life. He smiled. "Ben! Ben, is that you?" she asked in a loud whisper. "Yeah, it's me," he said, standing behind her. He put a hand on the soft, warm denim directly above her butt and immediately felt her tense up. "Ben, I don't know what kind of sick things you have in mind but if you don't stop feeling me up right now I'll make your life a living hell." "You mean like you do every day?" "No. Much, much worse. When I tell mom, you'll be grounded for a year. When I tell dad, he'll belt your ass so hard y-oh!" Ben had switched on the vibrator and now held it against her skirt. "What do you think everyone'll say when I tell them what kinds of toys you have in your panty drawer?" "Oh, you little twirp! I'll kill you!" "Calm down," Ben said, moving the vibrator up, over her asshole and straight up her crack and back down again. It stopped once more at her cunt. "You don't want to draw attention to yourself. Now, I figure, since you like to show off your body like you did last night, I might as well have a little fun. Before it's all over, I'll have a lot of naked pictures of you...just in case you do decide to try and get even with me." "Fuck you," she growled. "Well...we might. I haven't decided yet. But you'll at least come for me before I let you go." He ran his hands down her legs, then moved upward, grabbing her skirt when he got to it. He slowly lifted and worked her skirt upward until it was bunched around her waist. Her panties weren't sheer, but they hugged her pussy lips enough so that Ben could see them. He reached and touched the vibrator to her, then rubbed it up and down her slit. "Ben...Ben, please stop. Don't do this, Ben. I got...I got fifty bucks! Just let me go and it's all yours. We can forget the whole thing." "Sorry, Yoko. But that's okay. This'll be fun for you too. You'll see." The vibrator was replaced by inexperienced, exploring fingers. Inexperienced as he was, it made Yoko shiver with delight to have so much attention dedicated to her pussy. Ben's fingers down there almost felt...good. A fourteen year old virgin wasn't content with stroking a girl's private parts through her panties, so Ben pulled the thin material to the side. It wasn't the same as seeing her standing upright. This was a view from the back, with her bent over, and an up-close view at that. Ben thought back to last night, remembering how she had rubbed herself. Now he placed his hand over her snatch, rubbing first the skin just above her slit, then moving down. She was softer than he had ever imagined. And moist. Ben grabbed the dildo and gently placed the tip against her slit. He rubbed it up and down. "Do you like that?" No response. She was probably too pissed off at him to speak, but at least she hadn't tried to kick him. He slid the puple dildo between her lips, slowly filling her up with it. She squirmed agianst it, but not like it was hurting her. It occurred to him that he had taken his camera upstairs and still needed to take some more pictures. Pulling the dildo out, he said, "Be right back." He ran up the stairs, grabbed the camera, then raced back down with frantic speed. "I'm back," he said, coming in the door. The camera clicked once, twice. Her panties slid down below her buttcheeks and it clicked again. Then the dildo found her hole once more. Click. Pulling it out, he slid one finger inside. Click. The panties moved down her legs, then off her ankles. "Yoko?" Nothing. "Yoko, I know you're really peeved at me right now, but if you'll spread your legs for me, we'll get through this a lot faster." Slowly, her legs spread wide. Ben snapped a few pictures, then ran back upstairs and hid the camera. When he got back, Yoko was waiting patiently. Without saying anything, Ben took the small vibrating egg and rubbed it against her pussy. She was getting wetter. Suddenly, and without warning, Yoko moaned out loud. Her moaning continued. Ben thought something was wrong with her at first. He said, "Yoko? Are you okay?" "Please don't stop, Ben," she said, panting. Ben held the vibrator to her pussy once more, rubbing it against her. He had never seen a girl come before, and with his free hand spread her labia apart. Some were squirters, he had heard. He had a lot of questions about the female body, but today a lot of those questions would be answered. "Oh yeah," Yoko said. "Yeah, yeah, mmmm." Her legs spread instinctively. She moaned louder and a clear liquid poured out of her cunt. She lay there, still halfway out the window, panting. "Now will you help me in?" she said between breaths.
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this is my first time publishing anything i would like to know what you think i will also like the help of any girl willing to help me complete some gaps in the next chapters please feel free to contact me either through comments or through ([email protected]) have fun ! I opened my eyes to the usual sound of my alarm... That awful song that has been my worst friend for the last seven years looking at the clock it says 6 am I have to wake up and get ready for school .as I waked up I felt the need to listen to some music to threw away that awful song from the alarm out of my head –god why haven’t I changed it to any other song- I grabbed my ipod and headphones choosing some pink Floyd tracks and the calm voice started making my day better already I grabbed a towel a pair of boxers and walked sleepily toward the bathroom whose door was just beside my door i opened the door to the bathroom and as I stepped in I saw suzan my sister peeing in front of me at first she was shocked and just stared without giving a reaction and then she started putting her hand down there covering herself while shouting something I didn’t hear at first because of the headphones in my ears but as I stumbled back trying to make the situation less awkward the headphones fell and I started hearing her shouting “ WOULD IT KILL YOU TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE YOU …. “ I closed the door trying not to hear what she was saying I went into the kitchen to find my other two sisters angelie –suzan’s twin sister- and sara my older sister already ready to go they both smiled at me and then sara said “ I tried to warn you didn’t hear me “ I just looked toward the headphones in my hand to tell her why I didn’t hear her so she added “ well we are already late you can use my bathroom if you want “ I thanked here and went to the bathroom in her room. When I entered her bathroom I found her underwear on the ground I thought how hard of her to just put it in the laundry basket yet I can never say that to her . I can never actually blame sara for anything or accuse her of anything to say the truth I have to be very thankful to her since without her my family would have been torn apart 5 years ago when both my parents died in a car accident. Sara was only 22 then yet she carried full responsibility of her3 younger family members she learnt everything about father’s little company being offered the help of nikki my father’s assistant she quickly became able to manage the company she also didn’t stop at this point you see by that time I was only 15 years old and suzan and anglie were only 11 so sara had to work every day and still come home by time to make us or order dinner she made sure we have eaten and helped us with our homework I won’t say she was the perfect father or the perfect mother but she was both a mother and father and she was better at both than most of the normal parents. As the time passed over the five years we started to grow older and to help her with the house stuff yet she still feels responsible for everything and for that I should only be grateful. I picked the blue panties that she left on the bathroom floor as I touched it I found it pretty wet but I didn’t know whether it was sweat –she used to workout everyday- or was it cum. I won’t blame her if it was cum though since with all that work she didn’t have any time to meet guys needless to say that tens of guys have tried to approach her why? well let me start by describing how sara looks… sara is a brunette after my mother she always left her brown hair flowing around her shoulders in a wavy way sara’s face if it could be summarized in one word that word would be cute with this small nose and those dimples in her cheeks, going down her face the word cute starts to fade and replaced by the word smoking hot sara’s breasts where a perfect round 32C … you can always spot how firm they are no matter what she is wearing they are just looking up high against what she is wearing… as I said before sara workout each day so her body was very fit with a flat stomach all that and we didn’t even start talking about sara’s best quality yet … her ass ! Oh god! Sara’s ass was perfect just a round perfect ass not that I have been looking or anything after all she is just my sister but I have seen her in a bikini, in a suit, and in jeans even in skirts and her ass always looked just perfect and what made here really perfect beside being round ass was that space between her thighs as they went down in perfect form. Now after you have known all that you can just think of how many guys have tried to approach her over the years with her not allowing any one near her so if she wants to masturbate well I will gladly encourage her if she wants to use a dildo well she deserves it she deserves to do whatever she wants after that sacrifice she offered over the years Stepping in the shower and letting the water run over my body I started to wake up I had the memory of suzan sitting on the toilet seat trying to cover her pussy up with her right hand while her left hand was behind her back I guess holding a napkin cleaning her ass at first I laughed but then I started to remember how both suzan and angelie looked just few years back when they were kids and now. Suzan and angelie were nearly identical except that angelie got mother’s brown hair and eyes same as sara while suzan got dad’s black hair I guess they try to look different by also doing different hairstyles where anglie leaves her brown hair flow down to its back while suzan ties her hair in a ponytail. both of them were beautiful with those full lips and small nose and small not fully grown breasts yet bigger than most of the girls their age 34 b I would guess. they both also had that perfect ass as sarah actually remembering my mother I think it is a family thing to have perfect asses. The idea of susan covering herself up from me made me think on how old we have grown over the years. As I took a quick shower I stepped out and looked in the mirror I wasn’t bad myself I have a sports body that I got from playing football in school and from swimming at least twice a week with my black hair cut short and my short beard I think I look okay. I wore the boxers I grabbed and went into the kitchen to eat something I knew sara wont appreciate me walking into my boxers in the house but I went in any way to see the three of them sitting on the table in the middle of the kitchen eating some sandwiches I directly approached susan and I kissed her on the forehead saying that I am sorry she told me never mind just try knock next time we are not 6 anymore I replied that she will always be my little sister that I saw running from mom around the house naked not wanting to get a shower and she blushed calling me a liar but sara confirmed my story saying that both her and angelie would run naked with mom trying to force them toward the shower and dad laughing on the couch when she started talking about father and mother her face turned serious again and she told me to put my clothes on so that we could go before being late. I put on my clothes and went out the three of them was already waiting for me in the car with susan and anglie in the back and sara in the driver’s seat I jumped in and we sara dropped anglie and susan at their school and the dropped me in mine and went along to the office. After a long boring day at school I was glad to be finally home as I entered I threw my jeans away and stayed just in the boxers and the black basic t shirt that’s when my phone rang I answered it while walking around the house looking for everyone susan and angelie were at their room doing their homework while sara who was calling me was still at work I think “hey sara what’s up” “hey ! there is something urgent at work can you take care of home “ “is it a big problem” “No just one of the customers cancelled a huge order and I have to travel to New York to convince him not to cancel. the problem is that it could take up to three days maximum I will be home by Friday will you be okay?” “I guess” “Of course you won’t I will send nikki and come back home don’t worry” I was about to say ok when I thought again and I answered “No , you don’t have to I am sure I will be able to handle everything fine please go and have some fun too I will take care of everything here while you make us money” She laughed then said “okay champ you are growing up to be the man of the house I am proud of you” then she kissed me and told me where I can find money to order food while she was away also to get everything we wanted. I went into my sisters’ room and knocked the door before I enter “That door he knocks” said susan smiling I laughed and told them what sara just told me “Wow you are responsible that’s new !” “Well where do I start?” “Well you can start by punishing susan for getting a D on mathematics “ “a D are you kidding me!” “I was sick all day” she sneezed after saying that I thought she was faking it so I replied “and sneezing is what got between you and the numbers, you are grounded” “but sara never grounds us” said susan I tried to remember what sara used to do when she was punishing me for a bad grade “you won’t watch T.V. then” I said it just before remembering how sara used to punish me when I get a bad grade or even not being able to solve an example while studying she would spank me ! there was actually a board called the spanking debt board where we wrote how many spanks I should be spanked at the end of studying so that I don’t have to stop studying every time I got spanked she always said that that is how mom raised her and that it worked just fine for her I looked over the wall and I saw the white board divided in two halves one of them titled susan and the other angline I hold the marker and went to the board “a D huh! Well now your debt have just increased from zero to 10 spanks “she started rejecting when I told her that they could be 15 if she wanted so she closed her mouth and started studying I tried to make it more fun by asking them a question and who answers first debt decreases by a spank that will shift to the others by that time susan had already added 2 spanks to her debt while anglie added 7 all the time as we were studying susan kept sneezing I started worrying about her and we were nearly done so I told them that that was enough studying for the day I was actually very tired and heavy from the pizza we ordered to punish them but I knew that I had to or the next day they might not study plus I have to do exactly what sara does keeping everything going as it is while she is away so I sat on the big chair on the corner of the room in front of their twin beds and asked angelie to be first she came looking to the ground and standed in front of me wearing a pink matching pj with little bears on them I looked at her with her beautiful body and face I told her to come put her stomach on my lap and she started coming towards me still looking at the ground as she came close she started pulling her pants down I didn’t know I would spank her just in her panties she was wearing a cute white pantie with flowers on it she laid her stomach on my lap and that’s when I noticed it. My sister was sitting on a hard as rod 7 inch dick I couldn’t believe it I was aroused by the thought of punishing my little sisters as she rested on my lap she noticed and the jumped in surprise “ow did I hurt you? I read that those stuff are sensitive I am sorry” she said pointing at my hard dick “No it’s fine just come and let’s be done with it “ She came back as she rested with her stomach on my lap I can feel my dick pressed against her tummy and her breasts resting on my left thigh wow that’s starting to get uncomfortable I better get over with it I removed her brown hair that was reaching till the beginning of her ass crack to the side it flew to the ground and I raised my hand and spanked her the first spank on her white round ass still covered In those cute panties i spanked her again and she yelled out “two” her voice was soft yet you can sense pain in it I raised my hand and spanked her the third one “three” her ass was very soft that as i spanked one cheek you can feel both cheeks pounding against each other “four” she yelled as my hand now rested on her ass cheeks “five” her white ass cheeks were not white any more they started to be hot red and you can spot where my fingers have landed when she shouted in pain “six” finally I throw her a last spank as hard as I can that my hand hurt a little she said the word seven in a low voice as she was standing but I punched her right cheek harder than I intended making her through herself back on my boner “I didn’t hear that last number” I said while still punching her ass cheek “seven seven big brother” “okay good, now you are allowed to get up” I said putting my hands between her breasts and my left thigh feeling her boobs while helping her stand as she stood she turned towards the door “where are you going ?” “to put water on it please it hurts” she said standing still in her panties and now rubbing both legs together and rubbing her ass with her left hand “no stay here till I am done with susan stand there by the wall” I said pointing at where susan was standing in her black sweat shorts and white tank top her breast almost popping out. She looked sick but at this point I was too horny and I wanted to spank some ass even if it was my sister’s. Angelie walked to the wall and started rubbing her ass cheeks against the wall trying to make it feel better. Susan started walking towards me “stop” I told her “stand with your face to the wall and pull your shorts down I will spank you while you are standing up” “but…” she started “but what?” “do I really have to pull my shorts down I am not wearing any panties” “well then being spanked on a bare ass is your fault now pull down those shorts and stand with your face towards wall and let’s get over with it will we?” she blushed and as I stood up I realized that I was still wearing only boxers and there is a huge tent in them huge enough that both of them stared at it before susan asked “what is That? Why did it get that big” “just put your face towards the wall and shut up would you?” she nodded and did as I asked I went behind her and hold her waist and grabbed her waist towards me with her boobs still pressed against the wall making them flat on the wall which made me harder as I pulled her waist back her bare ass “accidently” pumped in my hard dick with only the boxer between us I could feel precum already on the tip of my dick I focused on her bare ass and couldn’t neglect her pussy showing from between her thighs I softly put my hand on her thighs and widened them apart showing more of the pussy she was trying to hide this morning I hold both her round cheeks and widened them looking at her ass hole well she seems as she has done good work cleaning it in the morning I removed my hand from her ass and with my left hand I pulled her pony tail down that made her head looking up and her boobs more pressed against the wall I then raise my hand and spanked her right cheek and she yelled “damn one” I raised my hand again still pulling her hair down and spanked her on her left cheek this time “uhhhh… two” she screamed the third one was a surprise for her as I swung my hand back and let it hit her pussy from the back “what the …. That counts for more than one” she yelled in some anger mixed with pain “talk more and I will spank you more” I warned her “how much till now” I said as I pulled her hair harder and pinched her ass “ three … just three big brother “ I spanked her on her right bare cheek then on the left then in between “four…five..six…sexen” with every blow her white ass just started turning into red “eight…nine…ten..eleven” her voice started to be louder that I was afraid someone might hear us and her pussy started feeling soaking wet that gave a splash sound when it’s spanked “twelve” she said as I threw a final spank to her pussy and put both my hands between her boobs and the wall hinting her that she could finally stand “go to the bathroom do what you want you are both of the hook” they both ran out the door I waited a minute before I followed heading to my room with my hard cock 7 inches in front of me as I passed by the bathroom I noticed that they didn’t close the door behind them they must have been on a hurry to put cold water on their asses I looked inside to find them both standing just in their tops angeline’s panties thrown on the ground while she stood near the shower holding the water with her hand and rubbing it on her red cheeks while her eyes were close as she looked comfortable with the hot water flowing on her hot freshly spanked ass as for susan she was standing near the sink getting water from it and rubbing it hard on her pussy spanking her on her pussy must have harmed her really bad that she forgot about her red ass as I saw them my hand started moving into my boxers and around my hard cock and started stroking it all it took was six or seven times before I started shooting my ropes of hot cum in my boxers my knees was hardly carrying me when I was done but I wanted to show the girls that I was watching the so I popped my head in they both were surprised and quickly started hiding their pussy with both hands and I could see a look of both embarrassment and anger in their eyes but none of the talked so I just said “the rest of the pizza is in the microwave each one of you eat a slice for dinner and go to sleep when you are done here” they both nodded and continued what they were doing as I headed to my room that is going to be a long 3 days ! To Be Continued....?
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As I'm asleep in your bed, flashbacks of the night before wake you to a soaking wetness between your thighs. At first, you think of simply masturbating while lying next to me. But the proximity of pleasure giver quickly persuades you to climb aboard. You straddle my waist, planting kisses along my chest. Oddly enough, it feels forbidden but right. You reach behind your soft cheeks and stroke my waking member. With you free hand, you cup your breast teasing your nipple in the process. You can feel your wetness as your juices begin to coat my abdomen in a light sheen of your excitement. You adjust your hips, roll and slip the head of my thick dick between your juicy and pink lips. Your juices make for a slightly slicker than usual penetration, but between your tightness and my girth, you still have to push down into my lap. I awaken feeling my throbbing cock being enveloped by your tender and sopping pussy. I put my hands on your hips and guide your dance as you sink deeper. You feel that familiar pressure as my cock reaches your cervix and pushes on your walls. You roll your hips again bottoming out and taking me balls deep. You feel so full, so alive... Especially when each throb of my swelling dick sends bolts of electricity through your core. Just minutes before, you might have been concerned with waking your roommate. She's expressed to you her many frustrations but certainly her inability to see her boyfriend during the quarantine. But here you are, whimpering like a little slut trying to keep quiet while fucking yourself on your favorite dick. You feel your first orgasm build and you cease to care. You moan aloud shivering from excitement while you ride. My clench on your waist encouraging you to indulge yourself. Your head rocks back as your orgasm crashes into your pussy. I can feel you squeezing as I thrust my hips up into your womb. "Fuck!" you scream, surely waking your friend in the next room. The creaking bed giving away our actions, your bucking hips taking direction from your increasing levels of sweet pleasure. You recognize the subtle but distinct humming sound. She's masturbating. The thought of her vibing her pussy while listening to you get fucked triggers another release, this time squirting on me and splashing as your hips thrash. Your phone vibrates illuminating the room in it's artificial glow. You put a finger to my lips as you reach for the device. It's your boyfriend, fuck! He's sent you a dick pic with the caption "we miss you". The erect penis in the photograph gives you pause, it's not enough. Your pussy squeezes hard as you feel a slight pang of guilt as you feel my throbbing member kiss your cervix again. The finger on my lips slips between my lips and I bite before sucking on the digit. Another shot of pleasure. Your head shoots back again as you cum on my cock once more. Your body shakes and a finger accidentally hits the phone icon before you place the phone face down. The unmistakable sound of vibrations are now accompanied by gentle moans and the sound of wet, slick skin being manipulated. We can both hear your roommates ragged breathing in the next room between our own moans and whimpers. What we can't hear is the "hello??" on your phone. But what your boyfriend hears is the clear sound of a woman in the throes of ecstacy. Unsure of his emotions, his inferior cock convinces him to enjoy and savor. His hand works itself around his member and tugs as he listens to you cumming. We change positions, me pushing your head into the pillows and pulling your hips in the air. "I'm about to fuck the shit outta this pussy... MY pussy" I announce. You purr, "Yes, sir, fuck your pussy". I push through your swollen and gaping lips, forcing any trapped air out. The resulting sound giving way to you walls suctioning around my length. I grab your hips, pulling you back. "oh fuck, you get so deep like this!" you exclaim, your roommate shrieks next door reminding you that we have an audience. I proceed to thrust and pummel your pussy into submission just like I had done hours before, before the roommate arrived home. Pulling your head back by your hair, I grab a tit on one hand as I fuck you with dominance and power from behind. Your pussy dripping wet and the sound of increased breathing signals your moment of truth. Your hand reaches back to my hip in a futile attempt to get me to pull out. I push in deeper fucking you harder and faster. The waves of your orgasm take over. Your only concern is your pleasure. Your hands clench balling up the sheets in their grasp. That familiar sensation... My swelling, forcing, flexing... A hard slap to your ass cheeks! "OH FUCK, CUM IN ME!!!!" You scream. A thud in the next room and sound of a vibrator on a hardwood floor. Your secret caller's semen coating his fist wrapped around his rapidly shrinking penis. My cock lodged deep, throbbing and erupting... Spraying it's seed deep inside, it's warmth radiating through your precious pussy. Your body thrashes as you cum once again reeling at the sensation of my cum spewing into your unprotected and fertile womb. You pass out. You awake just a few moments later disoriented. A buzz from your phone. A text message from "BF". "I don't know if I should be pissed off or not, but that was hot as hell. I guess we'll talk about it later though." It read. You shrug confused before checking the message he sent earlier only to realize that at some point you called him in the middle of the night. "oh fuck" you mutter to yourself before realizing I'm no longer there. Your hand traces the outline of my form imprinted on the sheet. A tingle in your pussy. A groan. But from who? You exit the bedroom and hear slurping. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, you see me holding two glasses of water naked, your roommate, also naked, kneeling in front of me, my dick in her mouth.... Her sloppy wet blowjob suggesting she enjoyed the performance. You and I make eye contact. I look down at the roommate, "How does she taste?" "Mmmmm.... So good"
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I've been happily married for twenty years and I love my wife dearly, but the sex has gotten boring. Its been boring for a long, long time and there are no signs it will ever improve. We're both overweight, lazy and boring married people. For the longest time, though, I've wanted to experience sex with more people, more partners and I finally found a way to do it without cheating. I couldn't cheat, the guilt would be too much and I love my wife too deeply for that. I'd been looking for a way and that's when I found out about lucid dreams. Lucid dreams are when you're dreaming and you realise your dreaming. With that realisation you can then control the dream and do anything you want. Its no longer like a normal dream, it becomes reality, but a reality you can bend to whatever you desire. When I read about lucid dreams, I was pretty sure I had found my answer. I bought books on the subject and I practiced, at first with tame things like flying and walking down exotic beaches, until I knew I was ready. I went to bed early, to raised eyebrows from my wife, but she didn't follow me. I knew she'd be too into her soaps for a few hours, should anything go awry. I put on pyjamas, that wasn't normal for me, but I hoped I would need them. Finally, I settled down to sleep, getting myself into the lucid dream mindset. I let my mind drift and I slept. My dream started in my office. I knew where I wanted it to go, though and I changed the scene. I changed it to a night ten years before. A night when my wife's friend, Justine and her husband Kevin had been staying with us. We had all gone out to the pub and Justine and Kevin had gotten wasted. I was sitting in the living room, exactly where I had been and I waited for what I knew was going to happen. Justine was sitting beside Kevin on the other sofa. She was giggling uncontrollably. Justine was an incredibly hot blonde woman, in her late twenties, with freckles over her face and an incredible set of DD breasts. She had an hourglass figure that had all the guys drooling. Justine picked up her bottle of beer and drained it. «I want to see a porno,» Justine said. «Claire said you have pornos, Shaun.» I blushed slightly, «I do. What kind of porno would you like to see, Justine?» «I don't know, something sexy.» I nodded and went upstairs to our bedroom. I fished in the back of my closest and found the most hardcore porno I owned. It was just straight and lesbian sex, but Claire wouldn't have let me have anything more than that. It was still pretty raw, with close-ups of penetration and women orgasming in what seemed to me to be a pretty real way. I went downstairs and put the DVD in the player. The screen lit up with the menu for the porno and I selected a straight sex scene. The two people on the screen didn't take long getting naked and down to business. I sat back on the sofa and watched Justine's reaction. Claire pulled a face and got up to go into the kitchen on some errand. I knew she wasn't too comfortable with porn, but she let me have a few DVDs anyway. Justine laughed from the other sofa, tossing her golden hair back. «That guy is hung like a...you know,» She held up her little finger to demonstrate. «He is a porn star,» I said. «They're pretty well hung.» «Check this out,» Justine said. She reached down into Kevin's lap and unzipped his jeans, then pulled them down roughly until his boxers and jeans were around his thighs. Kevin was hard as a rock and hung like a proverbial donkey. He had a good eight inches of cock jutting out from his lap. I noticed Claire had leaned in through the kitchen door to have a look, but she disappeared when I caught her looking. Justine giggled and slapped Kevin's cock lightly. Kevin seemed pretty drunk and increasingly horny. Justine stood and walked over to my sofa. She sat down next to me, squeezing in between my thigh and the arm of the sofa. «What about you, Shaun?» Justine asked. She put her hand on my crotch and looked into my eyes. «Hey! You're not even hard,» She said, surprised. Before I could stop her, Justine unzipped my jeans and pulled them down like Kevin's until they were around my knees. Sure enough, I wasn't hard. I had always had a thing where I only get hard when I'm going to have sex or masturbate. My cock seems more closely controlled than most guys are. So when she pulled down my jeans, I knew my wife was in the next room and nothing was going to happen. «If you kiss me or touch it, it will get hard,» I said. «Really?» Justine said, wide-eyed. I saw that Claire had come to stand in the doorway again, looking in. «Can I kiss him?» Justine asked Claire. «Okay,» Claire said. «Can I kiss him?» Justine asked Kevin. «Sure,» Kevin said. «Okay,» Justine said. She leaned in to me, but she was leaning too far and I thought she was going to pass out from alcohol. But she wasn't passing out. She leaned down, took my cock in her hand and put it in her mouth. Her warm tongue flicked across my dick and I was hard in an instant. Justine had her thumb and forefinger wrapped around my cock and she peeled back my foreskin until her hot mouth was rhythmically slidding up and down the head of my dick. I moaned, completely out of control and slid my hand down Justine's back and under her jeans and knickers, to the top of her ass. At this point, my wife had shouted at Justine in reality. This time, I controlled her reaction. Instead of shouting, Claire walked into the room and sat down next to Kevin. The two of them watched Justine blowing me. Kevin seemed a bit shell-shocked, as if he had never expecting this from his wife. Claire was looking at him, though and Kevin turned to meet her gaze. Claire leaned in and kissed Kevin on the lips, her hand going to his massive member. It was an incredible turn-on to see Claire with another man, but I had other things in mind. «Hey,» I said to Justine. «I wanted a kiss.» Justine sat up and looked at me, her hand wiping a little precum from her lips. I took the back of her neck in my hand and leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth tasted of my precum, slightly sweet and of beer, but her tongue was incredible on mine. I french kissed her for a little while, then broke off and ran my tongue along her neck, just by her artery, where I knew women liked it. I took her earlobe in my mouth and then ran my tongue around the outside shell of her ear. Justine groaned in pleasure. I could hear moans coming from the other sofa and knew things had to be going well there too. Justine was in a loose jumper and I peeled it off her. She raised her arms to help and as it passed over her head her hair dropped in a beautiful golden cascade. I was almost ready to pop just by looking at her. Her hand went to my cock, but I gently took her wrist and moved her hand away. I was going to make this last. I moved in close and ran my fingertips up her back, stopping at her bra-strap. Fumbling for a moment, I undid it and kissed her again as it slipped from her breasts and down her arms, until she tossed it aside on the floor. I leaned back a little and looked at her. Her boobs were incredible. Freckles dusted her shoulders and down to the top of her chest. She was incredible. Her belly protruded slightly in a few little rolls above the top of her jeans, nearly flat, but not quite. I leaned in again and went back to her neck, kissing my way down to the top of her chest. Then, with the tip of my tongue I licked down around her right breast, under it and around the outside. Then, in slow, narrowing circles, I kissed and licked until I reached her nipple. I took Justine's nipple in my mouth. I was hot and wrinkled, the tip sticking up at me. I sucked slightly and was rewarded my a little sweet breast milk shooting into my mouth. I swallowed in surprise. I had forgotten that Justine still had breast milk. She had only given birth to her youngest son a year before that and had not stopped breast feeding him yet. The milk was sugary and tasted good. I moved on to her left breast and repeated my movements until again I sucked some breast milk from her nipple. I was getting hornier with every moment and I could hear Justine's breathing becoming fast. I ran my fingers over her belly until I met the belt of her jeans. «Stand up,» I said. Justine quickly complied, kicking off her shoes as she stood. I pulled her belt loose and undid it. Then undid and unzipped her jeans. Pulling them down, I noticed a large wet spot growing in Justine's white nickers. I pushed her jeans down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I couldn't wait, I didn't want to. I hooked my fingers into either side of her panties and pulled them down. They reached her knees and fell to the floor, but my eyes weren't on them. Justine's pussy was dark brown. She obviously dyed her hair, Claire had said as much. But her pussy was shaved down to short hairs, each only a centimetre long and all in a neat triangle meeting at the lips of her pussy. Small drops of moisture were on the short pubic hairs and her out labia was open slightly revealing delicious pink inside. «Lie down on the sofa,» I instructed. Justine lay down wordlessly on the sofa and I shifted to one end to give her room. Her head was up towards the other sofa and I looked beyond to where Claire and Kevin were. Claire had her legs spread wide, one on top of the sofa, her other foot on the ground. Kevin had his lips planted firmly on my wife's pussy. That seemed like a good idea to me. I stood and rid myself of my clothes, hurriedly throwing them into a pile on the floor until I was naked. My raging hard-on didn't quite compare to Kevin's, but it was trying its best, a small trickle of precum hanging from the tip. I sat back on the sofa and positioned Justine's legs into the same position as Claire's, then leaned down and kissed her knee. I ran my tongue up inside Justine's thigh, but stopped before I reached her pussy. I then switched legs and ran my tongue from her knee to her thigh again, stopping before I reached her pussy. I moved closer in, until I was sitting between Justine's thighs and kissed her stomach, working my way slowly down until I was kissing among her pubes. Justine was tilting her hips slightly, and I could see in her eyes she was willing me downwards, so I kissed the top of her pussy lips and she shuddered. I took one hand and stroked it up her thigh until I reached her pussy, then spread her lips wide. Justine was incredibly wet. As I watched a small droplet of her fluid rolled down over the mound of her buttock and onto the sofa. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to taste her. I took my tongue and ran it up from her vagina, gently along her inner labia to her clit. «Ohhhh,» Justine moaned. I licked carefully around Justine's clit, flicking it with my tongue and making small circles, then pushed in and kissed her clit, sucking it in between my lips. I put my free hand up on her butt and placed my finger just outside her vagina, between it and her butt. I felt a contraction as I sucked again at her clit. Letting her clit go, I began licking slowly and carefully around her pussy and then back to her clit. As I felt the contractions of her pussy get harder, I slipped a forefinger inside her vagina. She was incredibly hot in there and wet enough I knew another finger would fit. I slipped my middle finger inside to join its partner and felt for the front of her vaginal wall, to the spot that had taken years of practice with Claire to find. I found it and began massaging it with my finger tips in time with my licks on her clitoris. Justine began to pant and I could feel her squeezing my fingers inside her. I pulled with my fingers against the top of her vagina and licked as fast as I could manage until with a small scream Justine came. I was hit in the face with something and leaned away until I realised Justine was actually cumming. Her cum was spurting around my fingers. Not as much as a guy would, but still enough. Curious and very horny I licked a little. It tasted not unlike my own cum. «Oh,» Justine said, looking down at me. «I'm sorry.» «Don't apologise,» I said. «Its incredibly sexy.» «Come here,» Justine said, beckoning me up to her. I knelt on the sofa and lay on top of Justine and she licked my chin. I was confused again until I realised she was licking her own cum from me. I couldn't wait, I had to have her. I reached down with my hand and lined myself up with her, then plunged my penis into her. «Ohhhh,» Justine moaned. I thrust a few times, but I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I looked beyond Justine's head to Kevin now thrusting on top of my wife and felt the start of my orgasm. I plunged myself hard into Justine, feeling her cervix on the top of my cock as I orgasmed hard. Harder than I had in years. I pushed my lips onto Justine's and kissed her long and hard as my orgasm raged, until my erection started to subside and I had to stop. Just as I pulled out I heard a squeal from Kevin and I realised he was cumming as well. I sat back on the sofa, between Justine's legs and watched over her as Kevin bucked wildly against Claire. I could hear Claire moaning softly and knew she had enjoyed herself as well. Justine swang her legs down off the sofa. «I'd better get cleaned up,» She whispered to me. «Maybe you should too.» I awoke to feel a wet patch on my crotch. It was dark outside and the clock said ten. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I returned to bed wondering just how many lucid dreams I could manage in one night.
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Part 1. You've been asleep for some time now. Which makes sense after the intense session we had, you asked that I hold you for a little bit. We kiss, cuddle... You feel my naked body pressed against yours. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my chest. You haven't slept this well in a long time as the sound of my heartbeat lulls you into a deep slumber. During your sleep you roll over momentarily as I head to the bathroom. Upon my return, I find your naked body partially covered by the blanket. Your nipples hardening in the cool air. One leg bent, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening. An inviting scene that I can't resist. I crawl back into bed with you but between your legs, parting them enough to gain access to your juicy pussy but not enough to wake you. I plant kisses on the inside of your thighs working my way up to your love box. The smell of our combined juices is strong and intoxicating. Just hours ago I was burying myself deep inside you as you clenched onto me. Now, my face brushes against your juicy lips, my tongue slides across and between those flower's petals. As my tongue reaches your clit, you stir, slightly. The next time you move is once you feel my mouth latch onto your pussy, my tongue parting into your sex. Instinctively, your legs part in your sleep and I can hear your breathing change. I reach up your body and gently fondle your breast as I continue feasting on your pussy. Your hips move with a lazy urgency as a finger slides into you. Despite our earlier session, you squeeze onto the intrusion tightly. A moan escapes your lips. My erection has been growing with need, full and hard. As your desire intensifies, I bring you closer to the edge of both consciousness and ecstacy. I kiss my way up your body leaving little licks at spots I know are sensitive. The head of my dick brushes against your womanhood. A kiss on your lips. You stir again reaching for me in the darkness. Your arms wrapped around my torso, legs spread... I push as you pull and I slowly slide into you. You moan in agony as you feel me begin to push your walls open again. Your hips roll, I angle and push, your legs give way. Another kiss... The head of my cock against your cervix. Again you feel my body heat against you so warm and soothing. A bite on your neck awakens you. "oh fuck" as you realize I'm again buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around me. A gentle thrust as I slowly work my thick dick into your womb. Almost instantly your orgasm builds. With a new need, I push deep into you making the bed moan beneath us. Your fingernails dig into my back, your lips search for mine in the darkness. You feel my tempo increase, my urgency is there. You feel my swelling, engorged member begin to throb. "Yes baby, oh shit" you cry. I reach down around your hip, pulling your pussy open as I push in deep. We cum hard together. My big, hard, thick cock erupting and shooting it's load deep into your spasming, clenching and quivering pussy. I've claimed you yet again as my seed warms your depths, my testicles contracting in hard spurts of cum into your womb. Your body tingles as you hold onto me tight, never wanting to let go. I lay there on top, inside you, as you drift back off into your dreamscape. Part 2. Waking you with my face between your juicy cheeks, sampling your sweetness from behind. Your damp and dripping sex still tender from our last encounter. Nonetheless, you unconsciously push back against my eager mouth. You feel my tongue probing into you, between your lips, along your clit and into your vagina. You coo and begin a light hum as I spread you open with my hands, raising a leg up in the process. Splayed open and across the bed, sticking your ass up for me... So enticing, hot and vulnerable. I can feel the tension in your legs begin to build, your thrusting becoming more urgent, searching harder for more of my pleasure-giving tongue between your folds. A slap across your ass jolts you awake but also intensifies your impending orgasm. Your hands clench the sheets beside you. Your back arches even more. "oh fuck" and "yes" and "don't stop" stream from your lips as you gasp for air. I can feel it. My lips latch onto your clit and I begin to suck. You break and cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crash through you. Your hips buck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two fingers slide into your sopping, messy pussy as you ride out your pleasure. They latch onto your pleasure center inside your pussy as my tongue glides up to your puckered asshole. The new sensation sending lightning up your spine. You're unsure, but the new assault on your G-spot mixed with the foreign but intense feeling of being rimmed sends you into euphoria. As my fingers work their way in and out of your sex rubbing and stimulating, you feel something coming.... Hard and fast. You want me to stop because you can't control it, it feels too intense. You squirm through my handiwork. "wait.... Uhh.... Hold on...." "No" You knew better. I push you further and further into this freight train of uncontrolled sensation. My tongue enters your asshole just as I curl my fingers into you. It hits. A sudden urge to pee and realizing you can't hold back. I begin to furiously finger your gushing sex as it sprays your ejaculate across the sheets. You convulse on my fingers as I encourage more and more fluid from you. The intense pressure has completely exhausted you. Just mere seconds ago, you were screaming into your pillow. Now, you're face down in traces of your own saliva, gasping for air. Your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You feel heavy and weak, unaware that your legs are trembling. Another slap on the ass. That reassurance that you're okay and I've taken good care of you. As the beads of sweat form on your back, my tongue slowly works it's way up your spine before planting a kiss on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps all over. Another start to a wonderful day in quarantine.
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This is one example of how I began to realize that my Dominant side was not simply the "norm". And not only that, but it was powerfully intoxicating for submissives. I met this mother of 3 through a dating app. We talked for a little causally and both discussed what we were looking for. Our interests did not align. She wanted more than what I was willing to give but despite my warning, we consistently found ourselves having increasingly sexual conversations late at night. Since college, I created a few rules that have been able to help determine a woman's intensions. I state to them that I am a man of a few rules. As I've come to learn, this becomes a trigger of sorts for submissives. One rule I have is that conversations after 11pm will become sexual in nature and thus 11:00pm is the "booty call witching hour". This particular woman, like most brats, thought herself the exception and would proceed to ignore texts during the day in exchange for starting conversations after 10:30pm. This lasted twice before I called her bluff. "You do realize that you're hitting me up late at night. That means you're trying to fuck." "Haha! You wish. I'm just busy, I can't just text you back when you text me all the time." "So you conveniently text me while you're relaxed, in bed, lonely, and likely wearing something you feel good in?" "And maybe had a glass of wine." "Smh... That's a recipe for you making bad decisions then." "Whatever, you're just horny..." This conversation continued letting me know that in fact, she was lonely, horny and used our conversations as stimulation atleast on a mental level. The seed had been planted. The next day, I changed my tact. She contacted me late again and I told her, directly, "It's clear what you want. Come and get it." This threw her off at first, but her curiosity got the better of her. I told her that I wasn't for the long conversation tonight but would entertain her if she'd like to come over instead. We lived close enough to each other that it would only take a couple mins. This put her in quitea position. Leave her family (single parent though living with a relative) in the middle of the night to meet a stranger at his apartment for the first time to obviously and eventually get fucked. Despite her numerous attempts to persuade herself otherwise, she prepared herself for this encounter. On my end, I wasn't sure she'd actually comply until I saw her drive by looking for parking. The only prep I had given her was that coming to my apartment was a signal that she was ready to take that step towards things being physical. I watched as she collected her thoughts in the car. A devilish smile crept across my face. I texted her that when she walked up to the door, it would be open and to lock it behind her. As she stepped into my living room, she'd find a pillow on the ground in front of the couch. She was to take off any jacket or extra layers and purse and then kneel on the pillow and await my instruction. I wasn't sure what to actually expect, if I'm honest, but hearing the doorknob turn signaled that things were about to get interesting. In short, she was as attractive as her pictures let on. About 5'-6", good curves and thickness but not overweight. I could tell she did workout, maybe not as much as she'd like. She gave a quizzical and skeptical look as she walked in, glancing at the pillow before looking at me casually leaning back on the couch. "You're funny..." she smirks as she takes her jacket off. I remain silent, studying her movements and watching her inner battle. She has a little nervousness about her, her hands shake just a bit. It's understandable, you're in a strange man's domain for the first time. This isn't remotely close to a first date, let alone first encounter you've ever had. You both know what the intention is and both aware that there were several points that could've allowed you to take a different path. However, here you are... Standing in this living room, in front of a pillow on the floor. Me watching you. You telling me that you can't stay that long because you have to get back before your kids wake up or your sister begins to worry. Her Submission I gesture for her to kneel. She hesitates but sighs and complies. I lean forward and whisper in her ear that we will not do anything she's uncomfortable with, that I have no intention of having anything that isn't freely given to me and that I understand that this entire situation might be very uncomfortable. But she's here and if she is willing to continue, to place her hands in her lap, palms facing up. Her hands rest on her thighs and palms open, slightly trembling. I slowly and careful and intentionally explore her upper body with my hands. Her neck, shoulders, back. I make it a point not to be too aggressive but work more towards putting her at ease. I tell her to remove her clothing down to her bra, if she's wearing one. She complies and is now kneeling in my living room in her bra and tights. I ask if she's comfortable continuing. She agrees. I tell her that I'm going to remove her bra. She looks at me with daggers in her eyes before realizing that she knew where this was going. I move behind her, squatting, and undo the clasp sliding the straps off her soft shoulders. I toss it aside and return my hands to her shoulders giving her a light massage. My hands work their way down her chest and cup her breasts in my hands from behind. They are nice full C-cups and her nipples poke into my palms. As I lightly pinch one with my right hand, the left moves up to her neck grasping her neck. I hear her whimper as her body stiffens. "Relax. Just a little pressure. I got you." My hand gives a little squeeze on her throat but an even tighter one on her nipple. Feeling a woman moan in your hand is quite a sensation. The left hand works it way behind her head grasping her hair and gently pulls her head back while I continue fondling her right breast. I whisper, "You like this shit, don't you?" She licks her lips before swallowing hard and gasping out a "yea". I drop my hands and stand up realizing she'd been leaning on me for support. She rocks back into her kneeling position. I stand in front of her. She looks up at me trying to avoid the obviously bulge in my shorts. "This is what you came for isn't it? Reach up and put your hands on my chest." She reaches up, her body against mine and puts her palms on my pecs. "You like?" I ask. "Yes" her delicate response. I take my shirt off. "Better?" "...yes" "Good, grab my waistband, pull it down and pull out my dick". Her hands slide down my torso feeling my muscles ripple slightly under her touch. Her left hand pulls down my shorts as her right reaches inside grasping my engorged member. She pulls the shorts all the way down with me stepping out of them as she holds onto my hardening shaft. "Let go" her hands return to her lap. "Kiss it" a light peck. "Again" another peck. "Put it in your mouth" she hesitates. Recognizing her apprehension, I bend over leaning into her ear, "you don't want to suck my dick?" "No." Interesting I think, smirking. I back away studying her again. I take her hands. "Stand up. The bathroom is there, the bedroom is there and obviously you know where the door is and where your things are. I'll be in the bedroom, naked, just like this. If you come in there, you will need to be naked too because I'm going to fuck you... well... and thoroughly satisfy you. Feel free to freshen up, follow me or get dressed and go home. Either way, I appreciate you coming over." I walk into the bedroom allowing her to take in the full nude form of my athletic build before disappearing into the darkness. I lay on the bed stroking my dick as I hear her rustling in her belongings. Her sensual silhouette emerges in doorway, "Just had to text my sister that I was okay". A smirk flashes in the dark on my face before she crawls into my bed. The Sex Needless to say, we had sex that night. I pinned her down before biting her neck and caressing her breasts in my hands. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she moaned in my ear. I traveled down her body sucking her breasts and nipples. Her hands on my shoulders and head encouraging me to keep heading south, I indulge. While planting kisses along her stomach, I spread her legs open, inhaling the scent of her neglected sex. Her aroma filling my nostrils and making my blood boil. I kiss the insides of her thighs, sometimes nibbling as well, teasing her and making her squirm in anticipation. My thumb glides through her slick and wet folds, feeling her tightness before pressuring her exposed clit. She jumps. "Sensitive, I see" teasing. She lays motionless awaiting the next sensation. Grabbing the back of her knees in my hands, I push her legs up and open, my face diving into her bush. I can hear her breath catch and feel her body stiffen. I run my tongue from her juicy opening up to her clit sending electricity through her as I feel her legs relax and give way. I start sucking on the plump lips of her pussy as she whimpers. Her juices are sweet and I enjoy my exploration of her juicy snatch. Her hips grind and push against my face as her nectar gushes against my chin. I slowly work a finger into her tight entrance as I tease her clit. Instinctively, her pussy clamps around the intrusion as she gasps and writhes. Curling my finger, I begin my assault as her hands leave my body to grasps at the bed. "Gimme that shit" I growl between breaths inviting more of her juices to splash around. I can feel her ass clench as her orgasm builds. I speed up my tongue and it encourages her breathing to keep pace. My finger now fully inserted, curls and presses into that now ragged and fleshy surface of her G-spot. She screams her approval as she sucks in air. "Ooohhhh" she wails. "Cum for me!" I command before sliding my finger out and back in deeper applying more pressure to her sensitive spot. I flick my finger inside her and she takes off screaming before turning her head into the pillows to muffle the sound. Her thighs clamp around my head trapping my finger and hand in place in her as she rides out her orgasm. I can feel the her heartbeat as blood is rushing passed my ears in her thighs. As she begins to relax, I withdraw my hand that's been drenched in her pussy juices. Looking up, her chest heaves as her body periodically trembles as she exhales. While she's slowly coming back to her senses, I sit up between her thighs allowing her to relax. I reach over to the night stand and grab the gold foil wrapped condom. Listening to her breathing heavily, I sheath my now precum dripping cock. Her face is still turned to the side as I stroke my covered cock and begin to raise up. I slide my dick down between her lips and leave it to rest gently against her opening. "Wha...." she snaps back before I begin to slide myself into her. Her hands reach up to my chest as I readjust. My head slips between her lips and for the first time, she feels my girth begin to broach her sex. Her fingernails claw into my pecs as I push more of my inches into her. I angle my hips and drive completely into her quivering pussy, bottoming out and I can feel my balls rest against her puckered asshole and plump cheeks. She moans a deep "fuuuuuuckkkk" as she feels me lodged deep within. I grind up and flex my member making her body jump in time. I giggle which gets a quick and immediate "shut up! You're big as fuck and deeee..." I begin to stroke her. I hook my arms under her knees pushing her open and begin plowing into this neglected mother's quickly frothing vagina. Every stroke pushes against her deepest walls and makes the bed beneath us groan. Her body folded up simply becomes a hole for me to abuse as my cock saws in and out of her deep. Her face buries into the pillows again as she cums through my assault. We quickly find a rhythm and before too long, her hips are grinding up against me as I crash deep into her; opening her up and adjusting her pussy to accommodate it's new friend. The creamy substance collecting along the base of my shaft tells me she's thoroughly enjoying herself for the first time in a long time. After several minutes of building her up to orgasms, pushing her through and then letting her relax, I decide it's time to wrap things up. As hard as my dick is my mind keeps drifting and worrying that her children are going to realize their mother is gone late into the night and early morning. She's also exhausted and asks for a break to rest. It's just after 2am on a weeknight. She mentions that I didn't cum yet, to which I confirm and explain that tonight was about her. I sense an internal conflict brewing in her as she lays spread eagle beneath me. She closes her legs and rolls to her side covering up. I assure her that me not cumming wasn't about her not being good enough and how good she felt but some women tend to have a sharp reaction to this kind of thing making them feel inadequate. "It's getting late but I'm not kicking you out. I can set an alarm or..." "Just gimme ten minutes" she calmly answers. We lay there naked in silence to the most awkward and longest ten minutes of the entire night. She lays with her back to me while I'm on my back replaying the nights events back in my mind. The unusual episode and beginning to this encounter intrigues me and I absentmindedly find myself playing with my cock. She stirs before stretching and getting up completely. She leaves the room leaving an awkward and ever present tension in the air. Concern begins to settle in as I begin to consider the ramifications of everything that transpired. Although, I feel this was consensual (and it was) this uneasiness needs be settled. I get up and stroll out the room, dick swinging freely, following her back into the living room where she's collecting her bra and top from the floor. She senses me approaching but doesn't turn around. "You good?" I ask. "Yea... Ummm... I guess I'm just not really used to this kinda thing." I nod reassuringly to her statement. "But I'm fine. You have a good dick and I haven't cum so much before but I barely even know you and I've done shit I've never done before... I just don't know..." she trails off. "Listen, we're two adults, we had fun and got what we wanted. You came alot and yeah, I pushed some boundaries but I don't think anything went too far and like I said it was about you tonight." I reassured her almost feeling like I was convincing her. "No, that's fine... I dunno... You didn't cum..." she says with heavy weight and almost guilt in her voice. "Well you're just gonna have to earn it then" I say stroking my still erect member as she half turns towards me. She places her hand under my balls and rolls them in her fingers. "How?" she inquires. "How what?" I press. She looks me in my eyes, "How do I earn your cum, sir?" And thus begins a series of encounters.
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Once upon a time there were Three Bears that lived together in a cottage in the woods. One was Little Bear with a normal physique, though his arms were quite strong and he had just a little bit of stubble on his face. Another one was Middle Bear, who was a bit more brutish than Little Bear. He had well-defined muscles on his stomach and chest, all of which were covered in a slight fur. Then there was Big Bear, who was tall and heavily muscular, with a rougher beard and more body hair than Middle Bear or Little Bear. One morning, the Three Bears left their cabin to go for a walk in the forest. They left the door unlocked for it was in the middle of the forest where no one would ever come around. Except for this day, when Goldicock appeared by the cottage shortly after the Three Bears had left. Goldicock was a boy about 18 years old, who had a tall slender body and golden blond hair that curled at the ends. Goldicock was not a good little boy, because when he came by the cottage, first he looked in through the window, then peeped through the keyhole, and seeing nobody inside he entered. Goldicock had a look around in the living room and saw three bookcases with magazines in them. One was a big bookcase, made of mahogany, which towered toward the ceiling. Another bookcase was also exquisite but a little smaller than the first. And then there was a third bookcase which was ordinary looking and smaller than the other two. Goldicock went to the tallest and most imposing bookcase first and pulled out some magazines from it. They were gay porn magazines. Goldicock browsed through some of them, but they were too creepy for his taste. He shoved them back and then he pulled out some magazines from the second book case. These magazines were not as bad as the ones in the first bookcase, but they were still too brutish for Goldicock. He shoved those back too and pulled out some magazines from the smallest bookcase. These magazines had just the kind of porn that Goldicock liked. Goldicock sat down on the floor and started browsing through the magazines. As he was doing this, a bulge appeared in his pants. The bulge grew bigger as Goldicock started stroking it, at first through his pants, until he finally put his hand inside his pants. After a while Goldicock pulled his cock out. His cock stood 14 centimeters out from a tuft of golden pubic hairs. Goldicock stroked his cock hard and slow at first, but gradually started wanking it faster and faster. When Goldicock turned a page and saw a centerfold with an unusually sexy hunk across it, his cock turned bright red and some precum came out of it, dripping on the magazine. But Goldicock did not want to come just yet, so he stood up and wondered what else he could find in the house. While stroking his cock, Goldicock walked into the next room which was a bed-chamber with three beds and three bureaus in it. Goldicock went to the biggest bureau and pulled out the top drawer. In it were various pairs of underwear, and also a pair of jockstraps. Goldicock took all of his clothes off and tried the jockstrap on, but it was way too big for him, so he stepped out of it and opened the top drawer from the second bureau. There was a pair of jockstraps in this one too, so Goldicock tried them on as well. But these were still a tad too big, so Goldicock took them off and went to the third and smallest bureau. Goldicock found yet another pair of jockstraps in it, and they were just the right size. Having another man's jockstrap on made Goldicock very horny. So he started to feel himself through the fabric of the jockstrap. Then he put his hand inside the jockstrap and started groping his balls. This made him even hornier, so Goldicock started to whack off frantically, until finally he came in the jockstrap. Goldicocks just stood there for a while catching his breath, until he took the jockstrap off. After such a workout, Goldicock felt tired so he went to the biggest bed in the room and crawled in under the blankets. But the bed felt too hard to Goldicock, so he stepped out and went to the next bed. This bed was too soft, so he got out and went to the third and smallest bed. This bed felt just right so he snuggled up and fell asleep. After some time the Three Bears came back from their walk. As they walked in to the house and saw the mess, Big Bear growled in his deep voice, “Somebody has been looking at my porn!” “Somebody has been looking at my porn too!” said Middle Bear in a slightly less deep voice. “Somebody has been looking at my porn, left it on the floor and even came on it!” exclaimed Little Bear in his average voice. Next the Three Bears went into their bedchamber. “Somebody has tried my jockstrap on!” grumbled Big Bear after seeing his jockstrap on the floor next to his dresser. “Somebody has tried on my jockstrap too!” grunted Middle Bear after seeing his jockstrap left on the floor next to his dresser as well. “Somebody has tried on my jockstrap, left it on the floor and came in them! Again!” shouted Little Bear. Next the Three Bears inspected their beds. Seeing that the pillows had been moved from their spot, Big Bear said angrily, “Somebody has been lying in my bed!” “Somebody has been lying in my bed!” said Middle Bear in his rough voice after seeing that the blankets had been pulled away. Upon seeing Goldicock lying in his bed, Little Bear agitatedly let out. “Somebody has been lying in my bed and is still lying in it!” By this time, Goldicock started to wake up from all the loud voices. Seeing that the owners of the house had returned, Goldicock tried to dash off, but Big Bear grabbed him with one arm, threw him back on the bed and said, “Oh no, you won't!” Next Middle Bear sat on Goldicock's chest and said, “You will have to pay for what you have done to our house!” Then he began to dig in his pants and whipped out his thick 21 centimeter long cock. Middle Bear slapped his cock all over Goldicock's face. Goldicock turned his head from side to side in disgust, trying to avoid it touching his mouth. But Middle Bear took a hold of Goldicock's jaw with one hand and pushed his cock towards Goldicock’s mouth. Yet Goldicock would not open his mouth so middle Bear had to pull his chin down by force and then he pushed his dick in. Middle Bear leaned forward and started pushing it in and out while grunting. Spit came running down the corners of Goldicock's mouth. In the meanwhile, little Bear and big Bear took Goldicock's pants off. Little Bear pushed Goldicock's knees back, exposing his asshole. Big Bear gave him a hard slap across both cheeks with one hand. Then he took out a bottle of lube from a bedside table and handed it to Little Bear. After taking off all of his clothes, Little Bear took some lube and greased his cock with it. Then he rubbed it on Goldicock's asshole, and even pushed some in with his fingers, which made Goldicock whimper. Big Bear sat down on the next bed and watched them, while slowly stroking his cock that had come out through the fly of his pants. Little Bear pushed in all 17 centimeters of his cock with one thrust. Goldicock screamed, but it was muffled by the cock of middle Bear that was in his mouth. Little Bear began to pound Goldicock's butt fast and furiously, all the while Middle Bear was fucking his mouth with a decisive and steady pace. Goldicock kept screaming for a long time until eventually he got used to being penetrated. Now Huge Bear took off all of his clothes. “Move over”, he said gruffly to Middle Bear. Middle Bear got up and said to Little Bear, “I want to fuck that ass!” Little Bear pulled out. Then they all turned Goldicock around so that he was lying on his stomach across the bed. Huge Bear took a tight grip of his goldy locks and pushed half of his 25 cm long and very massive cock into Goldicock's mouth. Panic filled Goldicock as he was about to choke. “Oh come on, surely you can take my dick now after being mouth fucked so long by Middle Bear!”, said Huge Bear. He fucked Goldicock's mouth a little while by only pushing in half of his cock. But then he got impatient and began to stuff it all into his throat. Huge Bear fucked Goldicock by slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. Every time he pulled back, copious amounts of saliva came out from Goldicock's mouth, dangling down by his chin. Every time Huge Bear pulled out, Goldicock had to use the opportunity to catch air, because Huge Bear's cock was so thick that it completely blocked Goldicock's throat. All while this was happening, Middle Bear was on the other side of the bed, slapping Goldicock's ass. Then he rubbed his cock against Goldicock's gap for a good while, until finally pushing it in slowly. Goldicock gasped in shock as he was completely filled up. Middle Bear continued fucking Goldicock with his steady pace while Huge Bear was fucking very slowly but brutishly. Little Bear was sitting at the foot end of the bed, watching and jerking off his cock vehemently. But occasionally he had to slow down so he wouldn't come too fast. Then he would lick and bite Goldicock's back and slap his buttocks. When Goldicock was feeling all worn out in the ass, Middle Bear finally started to close in on his orgasm. His hands were shaking and sweat was dripping down from his torso onto Goldicock's back. Then he came with a roar. Goldicock could feel the sperm flooding up inside him. Middle Bear pulled out and Little Bear came to play with Goldicock's ass. He was probing Goldicock's ass with his fingers, looking for the cum. But it took a little while for it to come out though, because it had been shot so far up inside. The white cream gathered in Goldicock's hole, then it started running down his balls and limp dick. Little Bear put his cock against Goldicock's hole and some of the sperm ran along his cock. Then he pushed in. He didn't even need to apply lube all over again because Middle Bear's cock had left the hole somewhat open, and it was already greased up by the cum. Little Bear begun to fuck Goldicock again. Goldicock was whimpering because of the fast pace of Little Bear, that sent flashes of pain along his spine. But it wasn't long until Little Bear also came inside Goldicock. Little Bear stayed inside of Goldicock a little while before finally pulling out his half-limp dick. Sperm started to slowly seep out of Goldicock's hole. When Little Bear had gotten out of the bed, Huge Bear pulled out of Goldicock's mouth and placed himself behind Goldicock. At first Goldicock was too exhausted to pay any attention, but then he suddenly realized what was about to happen. He tried to crawl away but Huge Bear grabbed his legs and would not let him escape. Little Bear and Middle Bear came to assist Huge Bear with holding Goldicock in place. “No!”, he cried. “That cock is too big! It will never fit inside me!” “Oh yes it will”, Huge Bear said assuredly. He put lots and lots of lube on his cock and rubbed it in. Then he started to slowly but surely put it in. Goldicock's screams and struggling did not make him stop or slow down at all. Finally he was completely in and Goldicock felt an intense pressure as his guts were stuffed with bear meat. Huge Bear pulled out halfway, and then quickly rammed it back in again. Goldicock lost his breath and strength all at once. He collapsed down on the bed, his arms not having the strength to hold himself up. Huge Bear grabbed him by the hips and started to push Goldicock back and forth onto his cock. Little Bear and Middle Bear were at the head end of the bed, holding Goldicock up. Middle Bear grabbed Goldicock by his golden locks and lifted his head up. “Hey, suck on this!”, he said and shoved his re-erect member in his face. Goldicock was too tired to even protest, so he started sucking on it lazily. “Come on, make me hard!”, Middle Bear demanded. Goldicock began to suck harder. Middle Bear's cock grew to its full size in Goldicock's mouth. Goldicock licked up and down along its shaft and then resumed sucking. Watching this made Little Bear hard again too. He shoved his dick into Goldicock's mouth while Middle Bear's was in there as well. Goldicock had to hold his mouth open as wide as possible, like at the dentist, to accommodate for both cocks. His jaws were already aching. Since Goldicock could no longer actively pleasure either one of them, Little Bear and Middle Bear started to fuck Goldicock's mouth while he just laid there. When one pulled out, the other one pushed in, and vice versa. Then Middle Bear came in Goldicock's mouth. “Ugh”, Goldicock grunted as he spew out the sperm in disgust from the corners of his mouth, while Little Bear was still fucking him. Then Huge Bear started to grunt and fuck Goldicock more furiously, and then he roared as he came. “AAAWWW YEAAAH!” He breathed heavily for a good while, embracing Goldicock with his strong arms. Then his hand happened to touch something. “Uh-huh, you're enjoying this aren'cha?”, he asked. “Uh no, I'm not”, Goldicock said and blushed. “Like hell ya aren't”, Huge Bear shouted and flipped him over. Goldicock was laying on the bed on his back, and he was hard. A dark spot begun to spread on the bedsheet under him. It was the cum that came gushing out of his arse. Huge Bear grabbed Goldicock's erection and started jerking it. “Ah, ah”, Goldicock gasped as he was laying there, squirming from the pleasure. Then he blew his load. It flew high up in the air and landed all over his stomach. Then Little Bear, who was standing on his knees above Goldicock's head, came too. He shot it over Goldicock's face and neck. “And that's what you get for breaking into our house and messing with our stuff”, Huge Bear said. “Now let's rest for a bit before we continue punishing you.” And all the Bears laid down on the bed in a big huddle. “Continue...?”, Goldicock asked nervously. “Yeah, don't think we're through with you just yet”, Huge Bear answer. Hearing that, Goldicock jumped out of the bed, ran out of the bedroom, he didn't even stop to pick up his clothes, ran out of the house with the sperm on his body sprinkling all over the place, and ran all the way back home. And the Three Bears never saw anything more of him again.
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1 Two babies are born on the same day in the same hospital, and for the first few hours of their lives, they belong to the same fraternity, recuperating side-by-side from their sudden existence. They are interchangeable brothers or sisters; their lives can be swapped as easy as switching nametags. These babies are very special to their parents, but really, either one will do. If you believe in million-to-one odds, then you believe one of these babies will grow to be a household name. Which one would that be? Would it be the baby that was planned for, or the baby that was not planned? One couple leaves nothing to chance, and the other couple thinks inconceivable means to fuck without consequence. One couple obsesses over their child and infuses their child with confidence in his or her special status in the world. The other couple sometimes leaves directions on how to cook dinner, and sends regrets they are not there to share it. Tell me right now: which baby will grow to be a hero and which will be a basket case? If I were a gambling man, and let’s face it - million-to-one odds is quite a gamble – I would put my money on the microwave chef; he’s had less practice conforming. Nobody told him he’s special. He doesn’t have to live in that box; he’s free to explore a little more. It is often astonishing just how wrong we are sometimes. We often confuse what we know is true, and what we believe is true, and then cling to our beliefs regardless. Our stubbornness kicks our own ass at times. The pampered child and the latchkey kid: one has a lot of room to surprise on the upside, and one has a lot of room to surprise on the downside. Expectations can be a real bitch; it’s why Heisman Trophy winners shouldn’t play in the NFL. We never set a goal to be surprisingly good. We expect to be good. Yet, some of the most loved heroes, in some of our favorite stories surprised on the upside. Some of the best heroes are accidental. They overcame - or they pulled through - or they rose up. Heroes don’t meet expectations. Most of us perform sufficiently, or meet expectations. If we don’t, then we lower them until they are met. We slowly become mundane. We stop exploring, and firm up our boundaries, and we become comfortable with our limits. After a while, we don’t want to stand out, or go against norms, or take risks. Conform; comfort; comfortable. Don’t run with scissors; don’t bite off more than you can chew. If you love your dog, you feed him only the best dog food, and never table scraps. Only someone who doesn’t care about their dog would feed it steak and potatoes. 9 out of 10 pet food companies agree on that. A good story is so rare that many of us know the same good stories. We might think rarity is manifest, but maybe if more people allowed themselves to wander past their boundaries, then there might be more good stories. Then again, depending on the boundaries that are crossed, the story might not even be acceptable to tell, no matter how good it is. This is one of those stories. It’s a story of powerful good that you might be conditioned to hate. It weaves a beautiful tapestry from the mundane, but you can only see it if you are willing to stow your biases and open your mind. It is a story of how two unlikely strangers saved each other from themselves and from circumstance. It’s a very simple story about how much more there is than meets the eye. It might be a story about you. _______________________________________________________________________ 2 The first person we are going to meet is a 30-year-old rotten prick named Frank Bishop. He’s not rotten in the evil sense; his rottenness comes from his mouth when it speaks the words his wormy brain conjures. An event is about to happen in his life that is so boringly mundane that it should automatically be labeled as unimportant. Yet, the ripple this event starts will soon grow to a wave. We are going to hop on this wave and ride along with Frank as it gathers strength and begins to curl over his head. You may not like Frank at first, but you will have every reason to hope he hangs ten, and rides this wave to glory. If he chickens out, he may as well stay under. We smile in anticipation as we catch sight of Frank leaving his house to go to work. He is uncharacteristically early this morning. It was only 7:26am, and this marks a departure from his rigid routine. The earliest he usually leaves the house is 7:28am, and he has been known to leave as late as 7:31am. He’s clearly outside his narrow range, and that’s not like Frank. As assholes go, he is a very consistent and precise one. He’s been early before, but on those occasions, he will wait in the house for the proper time to leave. Anyone who has been in jail is familiar with this behavior. Wake for breakfast. Die until lunch. Die until dinner. Walk in circles after dinner. Die all night. It is incredibly odd that he is running early on this day. You have to wonder if there is something to ESP. If the event he is about to experience was going to be a plane crash, it makes you wonder if he would have been late. He is impeccably dressed as usual, and as usual, he is carrying his briefcase. If we could look inside the case, we would see it still contained the orientation material his company gave him on the first day of his job some six years ago. Even though he has not opened the case during those six years, his steel-trap memory could spin those locks open in an instant. Frank is always in control, and people who have everything under control do not forget how to unlock their briefcase. He is not naturally super-human; he has made sacrifices to maintain perfect command of his environment. By far, the most effective sacrifice has been to keep his world as small as possible. By keeping his world tiny, he can maintain perfect order and predictability. He will not disturb his world himself. That can only come from the outside. To prevent that, Frank’s world bristles with offensive weapons that he hurls when someone strays too close. For defense, Frank has built a psychic wall in his mind. This wall still bears the scars of epic battles from his past. The wall was built to keep doubt out, and belief in. It’s so much easier being right than wrong, and as long as belief did not encounter doubt, then right he was. When Frank landed his current job, some people might claim he hit the lottery, but he would dispute this. In his world, his own skill fueled his success, and it had nothing to do with luck. It proved that he knew what he was doing, and was in control of things. When he started with the company, they pointed him to an office and told him to get to work. The office came equipped with a desk, a chair, and a phone, and he was to sell shit to anyone he could hook on the other end of the phone. When Frank opened the desk, he found that it contained a Rolodex. He took it out, and gave it a home on top of his desk. The only problem with the Rolodex was that all the cards had writing on them. He came close to throwing out the cards and requesting new ones, but being so new on the job, he didn’t want to appear needy. The numbers on these old cards looked suspiciously like telephone numbers, and by God, he had an index finger that was perfect for dialing a phone. Maybe he’ll just dial a few numbers and see what the cat coughs up. If you were handed a Rolodex full of phone numbers, and nearly every called you made turned into a sale, wouldn’t you be curious about the person who created such a high quality set of contacts? That Rolodex was good for nearly $300,000 in commissions that first year. It has gone up since then. Frank is a relatively wealthy man, and he doesn’t even have to be nice on the phone; just be willing to lie. Did the company even know about the Rolodex full of contacts? Who would leave that behind? Did the person die, or did the person maybe develop a life? Frank never gave it a thought, because there was no other person. There was only himself. Luck is for lucky people, success is for hard working people. Frank appeared successful, not lucky. Appearance is what filled Frank’s oversized garage with expensive shit that he never uses. Appearance is what attached an oversized house to his oversized garage too. The motivation for the possessions is comical. He failed to see the trap he set for himself concerning his possessions: they were purchased to impress, but by owning all these things, he didn’t like the idea of people using him for his toys. It was the same with women: he knew that with his money, he could have his choice of women, but he certainly didn’t want a woman who was after his money. The logic may seem absurd to us, but Frank has his own logical calculus, and he claims it is correct. His latest toy is actually a trophy, but not the kind you put on a shelf. This trophy sits in his driveway - it is a beautiful driveway trophy. It had a keel, and a starboard, a port, and an aft… or something like that. This sailboat is currently obscuring his black Porsche 911 from view as he walks along the path leading to the driveway. He has his keychain and fob in hand, ready to push the button that disarms the car alarm. He always pushes the button exactly when he clears the boat and turns toward the car. Frank is nothing, if not (predictable) efficient. Turning past the boat, Frank pushed the button at the same time he glanced at the car. The girl was still in mid-air. The very first time he sees this girl, she is floating in the air. He’s not positive, but he’s almost positive that the sound of the alarm scared the shit out of a girl who was leaning on his car. Nobody leans on Frank’s car in the morning - certainly not someone he can yell at, at least. She was asking for a dose of asshole, and here he comes. If Frank didn’t have neighbors, he would be yelling from where he stood, but appearances must be maintained, and it wouldn’t do to raise his voice. Frank kept his cool until he stood at the front of the car. Opposite him, standing at the rear of the car, is character #2 in our story. Her name is Eva, and she is 15 years old. Eva is as nice as people let her be, and we’ll leave it at that for now. Someone like Frank should not fuck with a teenage girl. They have more weapons than the Air Force, and many natural defenses. A verbal attack on a teenage girl is completely unpredictable, and you certainly can’t physically touch them. You might be able to throw stuff at them, but it really isn’t worth the risk. Ignoring them is not a good idea either. Your best bet with a teenage girl is to acknowledge them in a neutral, non-threatening way. Look in their general direction, but do not stare. If you are a father to a teenage girl, then you are in constant danger of many bad things. Frank thinks he is equipped to deal with the girl, but Frank is a fucking idiot. Eva might be pretty, but she is wearing a baseball cap pulled low, and her eyes are downcast in mild guilt. She is of slender build, and stands at 5’ 5” vs. Frank’s 5’ 9” height. His best bet at this point would be to box her, but she has long, slender arms, and may have the reach. He would have to move inside, but then watch those sharp elbows of hers. Frank is not violent, and that is unfortunate for him since he intends to confront her. He puts on a ridiculous pained expression as if she set his puppy on fire. He makes a show of walking from the front of the car over to the side to examine all the damage where her skinny ass leaned on the car. He bends down and brushes his fingers over a spot that has a little less dust than the rest of the car. It’s a fake gesture, because there are no scratches. It’s the gesture of an asshole. He looked back at Eva, and asked, “Is there a reason you are scratching my car?” It wasn’t even good sarcasm. Everything about it was lame, just like him. Without missing a beat, she answered, “Yeah; it was the first thing on my To-Do list for today: Scratch-Fancy-Car.” He stepped toward the driver’s door and then said, “And I hope the second item on your list is to Get Lost.” Her shoulders sunk down and her eyes looked away, and she said, “Actually, that was number one on the list. I was just trying to figure out how to get out of this friggin’ maze. Don’t you have any straight streets around here?” “You leave the same way you came in.” She frowned at him, and said, “No you don’t.” Ouch! Mr. I-am-always-right should just shut his mouth, but now he is getting snappy. “You look familiar…there has been a lot of theft around here (liar) . What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here? I’m just waiting for you to leave.” You asked for that, Frank. You insinuated she was a thief. You stuck your fingers in her face, and now you should check your hand. This was not one of his usual targets of abuse, and he should realize the difference. His usual target was anybody he met outside of work. Since he has no friends or social life, this limited him to people he did commerce with. This lent him the natural advantage of being the customer – the always-right customer. This girl was under no obligation to take his abuse, but he had to show who was lord, and who was serf at the end of his driveway. Go ahead, Frank; so far, she has easily swatted away your sarcasm and insults. Try something else. You need to learn never to fuck with a teenage girl. You have no clue how pathetically outgunned you are here. She hasn’t shown you any of the heavy stuff yet. My advice is to go back into the house and hope she moves on. It may be too late anyway. You need to get out of communication range - now! Frank screwed on a look of contempt, and opened his car door. As he was getting in, he said, “You should move when you see my reverse lights go on.” Eva selected a weapon, took aim, and fired. “A gentleman would offer help to a lady who is lost.” What are you going to do, Frank? Are you going to back over her? _______________________________________________________________________ 3 Frank has let her in his car, and now he’s well on his way to becoming a meat puppet. As he accelerates away from his house, an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, and they both reached for the radio at the same time. They both laugh nervously and Frank turns the radio on very low. Eva distracts him while she changes the station. “Look at my sneaker. It’s coming apart at the front.” She grabbed the front of her sneaker and peeled back the rubber bottom from the canvas top, and quacked like a duck when she did it. “I have to lift my leg high every time I step. It’s tiring, and I look like one of those retards… or… you know…, I’m not picking on retards...” Frank rolled his eyes and said, “I get the picture. We wouldn’t want to be mistaken for the less fortunate. I’m sure that is not a problem for you.” “Or you. This is a very fancy car. I’ve got my seatbelt on if you wanted to pop a wheelie. I’ve never been in a car like this until now.” “This is a machine, not a car. It doesn’t pop wheelies. It was specifically designed not to pop wheelies. It keeps all four wheels on the ground when it goes fast. It’s generally considered important.” “Huh. What’s the fastest you’ve had it going?” “I don’t watch to speedometer when I am racing, so I can’t tell you.” (about 70) “Huh. That makes sense.” Eva found a song, and raised the volume. Frank lowered it to nearly zero, and asked, “ “You haven’t said where you want to be dropped off. Is just anywhere fine?” Eva raised the volume again so she could find another song. “I don’t care. I need to get a donut or something. I feel like I’m going to puke…” He was getting ready to say something, but she said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to puke in your car. It’s just an expression. You know, like ‘I’m dying to meet someone’, or ‘I’m dying to get a job’. You are not really dying…” “Oh, thank you for clarifying that for me,” Frank said. “No prob. By the way; my name is Eva – with an ‘E’.” “I’m aware how to spell Eva. My name is Frank, similar to Franklin Square, where this road leads. I turn onto the freeway from there, but if there is somewhere close that you prefer to be dropped off at… without getting me lost, I can probably do that. I wouldn’t want you to get lost again and end back in Cherrywood.” Eva let it go, and said, “Franklin Square is fine. I can catch a bus there…, hey, there is a McDonalds there; maybe we could get a muffin?” “Ah, thanks, but no thanks. I already ate a stick of butter from the garbage today.” To Frank, that was a clever line, and this was a pleasant conversation for him. He was being funny! We have to allow for the possibility that Frank is not always a deliberate asshole, and that some of it is organic to his being. It’s tough to tell what he meant by the next thing he said. Pointing to a sign, he said, “Bus stop. There are bus stops all along this street.” Was he hinting that she could get out here? Eva had fixated on a muffin. She was hungry, but all she had was a bit of change in her pocket, so she deflected his comment. “Yeah, that’s how I got to Cherrywood. Sometimes, if I’m awake early in the morning, I like to go somewhere new on the bus. You wouldn’t believe how many people are up at five in the morning. People working…, doing things you never realized had to get done. My favorite time of the day is just before the sky starts getting light. I get off the bus, walk around, listen, and watch. Most houses are dark, but here and there, some are lit up, and when I walk by them, I might see an old person sitting alone at a table just staring at his hands. I wonder if they lost their husband or wife, or if their children are nice to them. Sometimes I wish I could ring the bell, and ask what they are thinking about and sit and talk with them. I’m only… 15… but let me tell you, Frank, sometimes I feel the weight of the world too. You can learn a lot from old people; did you know that?” One reason Frank is an asshole is that he is not equipped to share personal feelings or express emotions. It’s not by choice… who would ever choose that? No, it’s some sort of mental deficiency. It’s an open manhole always right there in front of him, and dancing around it is usually ugly. There was no grace in his response. “You may want that, but some people don’t appreciate an intrusion, especially first thing in the morning.” Eva shook her head, and said, “Well Frank; that’s why I don’t ring their bell. I wouldn’t have stopped in front of your house, but I had to get my bearings.” “Well, we are dealing with that now. Isn’t 15 an age when people go to school? Are you supposed to be in school? It’s near 8:00.” She glanced at him sideways, and said, “Duh, yeah. I have four more years to go, but I’ll probably get out in three because my grades are tiptop. School is easy. I’m taking today off, so I have time if you wanted to stop at a different place than McDonalds.” “Maybe some restaurant that is a little more upscale, Eva? Let’s see… how much can you afford to spend on breakfast this morning?” “Well, I wasn’t saying we had to go to any place fancy…” “I see; fancy being… what? How much can you afford?” Eva looked down at her lap, and said, “I think you know how much.” “So what you really are saying is, why don’t I have breakfast so I can buy you breakfast, is that it? You can’t just ask me; you feel you must trick me, is that it?” “I wasn’t trying to trick you. Do you know what happens when I ask people for a favor? Then I owe them something, and that brings out the pervert in people.” “I see. And do you run into a lot of perverts when you are casing neighborhoods?” Watch this… “You know what? You can just let me out right here.” She just threatened to kick her own ass, but Frank is still stupid, and he is going to show her. If she prefers blisters on her feet, then blisters she can have. He checked his rearview mirror and decelerated to the curb. He came to a complete stop, and she undid her seatbelt and slowly opened the door. Frank is not even watching for an attack. He thinks he won. She slowly twists around to get out and looks backward at Frank. If he just avoided eye contact, he may have been unscathed, but he is mortal, and actually looking forward to this small victory. He was looking directly at her when, in a soft voice and sloe eyes, she said, “Thank you very much for taking me this far. That was very kind of you. I’m sorry about the breakfast thing. It’s not your responsibility to feed me, and I normally wouldn’t be so rude, but my stomach… You don’t seem like a pervert. I could have asked nice.” Her aim was true, and poor Frank was hit right in the conscience. Jane’s Defense Weekly has this to say about guilt delivered by a young girl: An extremely lethal weapon effective against nearly all men. It is particularly deadly against older men, brothers, and especially fathers. As mentioned earlier, Frank is not an evil asshole. He’s really just a pathetic asshole, and his attempt to extricate himself from this was… pathetic. “Look, the Square is just a few blocks up, and I honestly don’t think those sneakers will make it that far. If you need a muffin, I’ll buzz through the drive-thru. I was going to get a coffee anyway.” Don’t think for one second that Eva is a calculating, manipulating bitch, because she is not a bitch at all. It was an instinctive attack, requiring very little planning. She is genuinely thankful that he is doing exactly what she wanted. She closed the door and he pulled away from the curb. Eva decided to reward Frank by sharing a little of herself. She means well, and doesn’t realize that she is ready to torture Frank. Eva is prone to bouts of enthusiasm, and maybe it was the prospect of eating, or feeling a little bad about having to jerk on his strings, but opening up is her way of showing trust and gratitude. “Do you know what really stinks about being 15? I can’t work anywhere, cuz’ you know, I’m obviously a fucking retard who will only have accidents and kill people, so they can’t be responsible...” “Shit. I didn’t mean to swear. Sorry. You must think I have something against retards. I don’t. Swearing is something I’ve started to do this year a lot, but if you saw the shit I had to put up with… We learned proportions in school, and my swearing is in direct proportion to my aggravation and frustration. I made a chart for math class…” “Don’t you think they should have a measurement for frustration? Like missing the bus would be 1 frust, while asking your mother for a new pair of sneakers for four weeks straight would be like… 100 Goddamn frusts.” “Sorry again. I’m going to stop apologizing for swearing, OK? I finally realized I needed a plan. Let me tell you; a girl has needs. I have needs but nobody takes them serious. Everyone expects a girl my age to have parents… or a parent that takes care of my basic needs, but it fuck-all isn’t always like that, is it?” Frank is having wholesale difficulties with what he is hearing. In the world of the corporate whore, you don’t just say what you think; you build a consensus, screen it for unacceptable language or concepts, and then package it up for presentation. His problems have been compounded by being in sales. His capacity for honesty has atrophied. Don’t for one second think Frank is a liar, because he’s not. A lie is deliberate and conscience subterfuge and that is not his style; embellishment and denial are more his style. Denial is central to Frank’s perception and cognition. He has a strong, healthy capacity for denial, and it has crowded out many things, such as empathy. C’mon, Frank. She asked a question. Give her a thoughtful answer, would you? “You have a filthy mouth. You should work on your language.” “That’s what I’m telling you. You don’t swear, Frankie?” “My name isn’t Frankie; it’s Frank…. And I swear only if I have to.” “So, when would that be?” “I don’t know… maybe when I get injured; certainly not every other word.” “When you get injured? That doesn’t make sense. There are more swear words than possible injuries. Did you ever think about how many different swear words there are? There are swears that I never say. I never say cunt ; it’s disgusting. I never on purpose say cocksucker ; that one just seems to escape if I am really pissed off at someone. The one I have to stop saying is my favorite: fuck-all . I use it for emphasis, and it’s stupid. I’m not stupid. This is interesting: why don’t you like Frankie? Frankie sounds so much cooler than Frank. I don’t mean any offense by that… why does it bother you?” Frank is red in the face when he answers: “I don’t know, because it does. It’s not my name. Criminals are named Frankie.” He slowed down as they approached the square; McDonald’s was on the right-hand side but the red light was backing up traffic and it would soon block the entrance. The car to his left had its right-turn blinker on. Frank gave a short blast of his horn to warn the car, and then accelerated past it and whipped sharply into the parking lot. Eva had not re-buckled her seatbelt after they stopped at the curb, and the sudden turn almost put her into Frank’s lap. She batted her eyes at him, and said, “Well hello, stranger. Jesus, Frankie; if you wanted me to sit in your lap, just try asking.” It should be pointed out here that something important just happened that you may not be aware of. The angle of her head when she batted her eyes allowed Frank to see under the visor of her cap. It vaguely dawned on him that Eva was a person talking to him, not a noisy problem that stuck to his shoe from the end of the driveway. Are her eyes different colors? Don’t read anything into this other than the fact that it was a stray thought that popped into his head. Something made it over the wall in his head. Wondering about the color of her eyes implies curiosity, and he needed that like JFK needed a parade in Dallas. Must deflect immediately. “How come you’re not wearing your seatbelt? I can get a ticket for that!” “Oh, Christ, not a ticket!” she mocked. She seems to have shed some of her reserved nature. Frank turned the corner of the building and angled for the drive-thru lane, but when he saw the line of cars, he said, “Shit. This is going to take forever.” Without missing a beat, Eva said, “OK. When you’re injured, and when the drive-thru at McDonald’s has a long wait. That’s when it’s OK to swear. Does that about do it?” It was funny, so he smiled, but it was funny at his expense, and that was a good way to turn Frank into a prick. He threw his hands in the air and said, “I’m sorry; I don’t have time for this…” “But, you said…” “I know what I said. You’re right, you’re right. Here, let me give you a couple of dollars. I don’t want to be snatching your food away.” Eva had her head turned away when she said, “I just thought of another swear word I don’t use very often – motherfucker . Let’s just eat inside. It won’t take long. We can sit and have a muffin and be out in 2 minutes. I’ll have the privilege of sitting with you.” Frank gave her a sharp look, but she smiled and said, “I’m teasing you.” He peeled off a $5-dollar bill, and said, “Here. This will buy a couple of sandwiches…” “Do you want me to get you one? I’ll run in…” He shook his head, and said, “Just take the money…” Eva sat there looking at him with an expression somewhere between anger and disgust. He pumped his arm, signaling for her to take the money, but she wouldn’t even look at it. “Keep your money, Frank. It was just a fucking sandwich. I didn’t mean to throw you off your busy day. I can catch the bus right over there. Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you around.” Do I have to tell you what that was? This is why Frank avoided people. Until his conscience atrophied completely, he was vulnerable to it. If he had a compelling reason, such as a meeting that he must attend, he might explain that he would love to have breakfast, but duty calls. Now this girl was walking away from his money simply because he would not eat with her. C’mon, Frank. Don’t be an asshole. We want to cheer for you. Before she could open the door, he accelerated into a U-turn, and said, “Jesus Christ! Fine!” Oh, yes, his training was coming along quite well. I might be wrong, but I believe Eva is batting one thousand on getting what she wants. We tend to project what we want to see, and it is tempting to think that Frank might have a good side to him, but I caution against that kind of thinking. It’s inconclusive. It discounts Eva’s persuasiveness. Once again, she was half in his lap with the U-turn, and she looked at him and said, “Honest to God, Frankie, we have to stop meeting like this. What will people think?” Eva was secretly enjoying this. She had thought about asking him to hold her hand while they crossed the parking lot, but she knew when to back off. Frank was a head case, and she didn’t know his limits. _______________________________________________________________________ 4 She was nearly finished with the first of her two muffin sandwiches, and he hadn’t even taken a bite of his. She had watched him grab the corners of the paper that was wrapping his sandwich, and gingerly peel it apart and unfold it flat, a disgusted look on his face the whole time. She wasn’t being obvious in doing this, and she suspected he was trying to watch her too. She took off her hat, patted her hair, and said, “I probably look like I just came from electroshock therapy.” She slowly turned her head as if watching something pass by, and then turned it back fast to look at him. She busted him; he was looking at her, and she gave him a pleasant smile. Maybe I’m throwing him off his sandwich. Frank had been looking at Eva, but he wasn’t checking her out. He was replaying their conversation in the car, trying to identify why he cringed at her conversation, but why he was also fascinated by it at the same time. Besides the horrible profanity, Eva laced her conversation with candid admissions of doubt and small failings. He would never talk in such a candid way, but was it because he had no failings? There had to be some, but he couldn’t think of any. “What are you frowning about?” she asked. “Does your sandwich smell funny?” “Huh? Oh. I was thinking about work.” She laughed a little, and said, “Just think what you can tell them! You can say you were late because you had picked up a good-looking chick, and you had promised her breakfast in the morning. You wouldn’t even be lying.” As she said that, he became aware how this would look if anyone from work came in to the restaurant and saw Eva and him together. What will you say? Without thinking, he said to Eva in a low voice, “You shouldn’t even kid around about that. I could get into serious trouble. Just the appearance of impropriety would be enough to put my job in jeopardy. If anyone asks; you are my daughter from a previous marriage, OK?” Eva sunk down in her chair and began to toy with him a little. “I don’t know, Frankie; you are starting to get me involved in some crazy shit now. How am I going to keep it all straight? Why did you and Mom break up again? Was it because she found out about the apartment you rented for that bimbo secretary, or because the mail used to get delivered twice a day to our house?” She is very pretty. If Frank had to describe Eva to a coworker, he probably would not say that she was arrestingly beautiful, and that one of her eyes was a bright bluish green, and the other one a more solid blue. He probably would not mention that her gaze matched her intelligence, or even that she was uncommonly intelligent. He might mention that her hair was black, but he wouldn’t describe it as thick, jet-black hair that was wavy despite being severely pulled back into a ponytail. He still hasn’t noticed the fine spray of freckles across her high cheekbones, or that they contrasted with her flawless, light complexion. If you gave him a choice between describing her as having a big mouth, or a fine mouth, odds are that he would say a big mouth, and he would be wrong. He could not be faulted for not mentioning that she has a beautiful neck, because Frank was not specifically aware that a woman’s neck could be a beautiful thing to look at. Frank might be an asshole, but he wasn’t cruel. For that reason, he would think it rude to mention Eva’s one flaw - if you can really call it a flaw - for surely he has noticed the small chip on one of her otherwise beautiful teeth. Of course, that small chip looks like a jagged fang to Eva in her mind, and fixing it is high on her list of needs. When Frank wasn’t lying to people on the phone, or kissing corporate ass, he was inside his wall, playing the starring roll in the latest piece of fiction now showing in his mind. He had drifted into a fantasy where he was introducing his beautiful wife, and 2 ½ children at a corporate Christmas party. ‘What handsome and polite children you have, Frank…’ “Have I got food on my face?” He had been staring at her but not seeing her. Coming around, he said, “No.” “Then what are you smiling about? Did you and mom get back together? Do I have to go to my friend’s house for two hours now? Are we a happy family again?” Oh, yeah; and she has a sense of humor. “I’m not smiling about anything.” “I see. It must have been gas then.” “Say, Frank, that sure is a nice place you have. Do you use your sailboat much?” “Why? Are you trying to invite yourself for a sail now?” The remark stung Eva, but she tried not to let it show. “No. With my luck, a wind would come along and blow me away.” “Well, I don’t get out as often as I should (never, yet) . If work could do without me for a week or so, I might sell the boat, and deliver it in person.” Eva’s eyes perked up. “I could sell it for you!” “You? Please. What do you know about selling boats?” “Well, I know you want at least some amount of money for it. Anything over that would be a bonus. Let me write up an ad, and if you like it, I can find the best places to run it. We can take it a step at a time. How does that sound?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” Eva wanted to scream, but she held it. She gave him a shy smile, and said, “I work very hard, and I’m smarter than the average bear. You have nothing to lose. If it sells, you can pay me minimum wage for my time.” Frank snorted, and said, “I don’t think so.” (You fucking asshole, Frank) “See? You laugh at the idea. That’s what I’m talking about: nobody takes a girl my age seriously. I have needs, Frankie, and they ain’t getting filled. I’m not asking anybody for handouts – I want to work. Everywhere that I try to get work, people just laugh.” “I wasn’t laughing at you; I just… don’t have any work for you. What needs could you have besides new sneakers? You don’t have bills; you don’t have to pay taxes, or buy food…” “I don’t have to buy food,” Eva said in disgust, while rolling her eyes. “You don’t think I miss meals? What are we doing here? I haven’t eaten since yesterday, at school.” “Frank, do you want to know why I ended up in your neighborhood?” “Probably not...” “They say you learn something new every day, and last night I was thinking that I proved them wrong. At 11:59pm, I was ready to give up, but then I realized that when you are drunk, the louder you talk, the slower you talk. Proportions again, Frank; at 11:59pm, I learned drunker, louder, slower.” Frank looked at her suspiciously and said, “You were drunk at 11:59 last night? That could be part of the problem.” “I wasn’t drunk; the asshole in my living room snorting lines with my mother was. He kept getting drunker, and louder, and talked slower and slower. That’s why I couldn’t get to sleep; that and my stomach rolling over from not having any food in the house. Do you know what it’s like to listen to some drunk fuck slurring his words trying to talk your mother into having sex? I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate it… 1000 frusts... is how much. When they went into my mom’s bedroom, I got the hell out of Dodge. I didn’t feel like listening to the shithead apologizing for 2 hours for not getting it up… so yeah, I took the bus down here, and ended up in your neck of the woods.” Frank felt trapped. He could either say something that sounded like he cared, or not. Either way, he loses. This is what he most feared, and why he never talked passionately, or personally. He simply was not equipped to deal emotionally with other people. Frank derived no pleasure from hurting Eva… not any more. “I don’t think it’s any of my business what goes on in your home.” Eva glared at him and shook her head. “You know what? Fuck off! You don’t have any problems, is that it? Are you Mr. Perfect, with only perfect parents, and a perfect wife, and perfect children? Why are you looking around, Frank? Are you embarrassed? Are you worried about what these strangers might think of you? What are they thinking, Frankie? Are they thinking about what kind of asshole you are?” She leaned closer to him, and in a low voice, she hissed, “They would be fuck-all right!” She wiped her face with a napkin, and threw it down in disgust. As she stood up, she said, “Sorry for burdening you.” Ask she slipped past him, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, “You blew it, Frankie. You fucking blew it, and you don’t even have a clue.” And just like that, she was out the door and out of sight. _______________________________________________________________________ 5 We can only be in one place at a time, and we decide to stick with Frank. He’s trying on a face that he hopes will pass for composed. It doesn’t; he looks like a smug, self-righteous asshole, except four shades redder. Right now, his day was sucking. She had attacked that wall in his head steady since he first saw her, and now he had a headache. He was also pissed off, and even though it didn’t feel quite right, he blamed her. He didn’t want to think about it. What did she mean, ‘I blew it?’ I’m supposed to sit here and listen to her talk about her crack whore mother? Am I supposed to tell her that I had problems like hers too? Am I supposed to go out of my mind for her? Not even a thank-you for the food… That’s what I get for being nice. The next time I see her… (Never) Suddenly he had to get out of there. He wanted to just bolt, but was unable to with all the people who might see such a vulgar display. He left his table a mess and took casual, measured steps to the door, and then he was outside. He had a sick feeling in his gut (he blew it) , and didn’t know why. He hated her for making him feel like this. He needed to catch up with her. He would tell her (I’m sorry) to stay the fuck away from him. He started trotting to his car… and then he started running, his shoes sounding like half of a horse running on the pavement. As he neared his car, he first dropped, and then kicked his keys past the front bumper. “Fuck!” he said to the Gods. He was still running full tilt when he put on the brakes and bent down to scoop up his keys in one fluid motion. He stood up fast, spun around, and… She was sitting in the passenger seat of his car. She was looking away, and she had her hand over her mouth trying to hide the grin that she couldn’t wipe off her face. He couldn’t let her see him breathing hard. People in control of things don’t breathe hard. He pretended to sigh a couple of times while he drew his breath, and then walked to the car door. She managed to wipe the smile off her face while she leaned over to unlock his door. He watched her do this, and then opened the door and got in. She said, “I saw you looking down my shirt when I was leaning over. Maybe you are a pervert after all…” Frank had a huge problem. For the life of him, he could not remember what he was so angry about just a moment ago. I’m losing my mind. You had better remember why you were mad, and remember fast. You can’t remember later on and say that’s right: now I remember why I am mad..., it doesn’t work that way. There is a time window, so you had better say something angry, and say it fast. Eva babbled on. “You’re a lot like the one stalker I’ve had so far. He lived in the apartment below me. I mean, how hard is it to stalk someone who lives one floor above you? I think he should have started from across town just to make it a little challenging. I would think other stalkers would ridicule him and call him a pathetic loser. You make a lousy pervert, Frank. You need to work on creepy. Just looking down my shirt is nothing I can run to the guidance councilor with. He needs more than that. He wants to hear things that involve my ass too.” You are running out of time. Hurry! He’s too late, and that’s too bad, because he had a bucketful of anger not more than 1 minute ago. It seems to have dissipated along with that lead weight in his stomach. The running made it go away , thought the liar. Finally, he said the nicest thing he has ever said as an adult… “I’m sorry.” It came out sincere. In fact, if the Romans had apologized for killing Jesus, they would have sounded something like Frank. Frank has some very legitimate reasons for not saying those words before today. First, one of the benefits of always being right is never having to say you are sorry. Second, Frank has so little interaction with others of his species that the opportunity just doesn’t come up very often. He had plenty of chances to say ‘I’m sorry’ as a child. Frank was one year away from starting public school. His mother taught the 3rd grade there until she was involved with an unfortunate accident. Mrs. Bishop lost her temper for just one second. She had been teaching for close to ten years and in all that time never lost her temper. If she had only screamed, or possibly let loose with a profanity, then the transgression might have been overlooked. In this case, losing her temper involved dislocating the shoulder of a young girl in her class when she picked her up violently by the arm. The concussion the girl sustained was from Mrs. Bishop swinging the girl by her arm into the cinder block wall. She had gone away for a couple of months, but when she came back, she had all the time in the world to devote to her son. Why, she could home school him. This idea seemed to cause a difference of opinion between herself and Frank’s father – a difference loud enough to send Frank to his room for cover. The argument stopped at the same time a dull wet thwack was heard. This sound was before the back door opened up and his mother helped his father fall down the back steps and made a mess of his head. Accidents are terrible affairs, this one left his father without all his faculties, and that included speech. Speech is something a pastor needs, so he was retired by the church. Now mother could be the teacher and the preacher in their humble little home. Mother talked enough for the both of them anyway. His mother taught him the four R’s: reading, riting, rithmatic, and religion. She had a special Bible that had many special books not found in plain Bibles, and she taught Frank Jr. every sin there was, and the punishments that goes with them. Those first few years of home school were mostly lessons about minding mothers, hating liberals, and blaming niggers. When he was about twelve, his mother told Frank about girls. She told him that his pecker could get gangrene from a girl. She told him that if it did, he would have to go to the hospital to get it cut off, and they would laugh at him. It said right in the Bible that some girls could give him gangrene just by talking and looking at him. She told Frank that his pecker was a Satan detector, and if it ever got stiff, that meant Satan was sniffing around for a soul to steal. He stole souls by stabbing a person through the stomach with his pitchfork and then dunking them in a kettle of boiling water until their skin fell off. To stop this from happening, if his pecker ever got stiff, he had to take a shower right away, and wash it very well. Mother knew everything, and sure enough, his pecker became stiff one day. He dutifully washed it, only to discover it might be too late. Infection came out of the tip of his penis in big spurts that scared the shit out of him. The gangrene was trying to take hold. He didn’t dare tell his mother because she would take him to the hospital, and they would laugh as they cut it off. He tried to get the infection out quite often, and he felt good every time he did. He was afraid it was making him sick in the head, because he sometimes though of girls when he did it. He had to confess to his mother now, because surely Satan was sending these thoughts of girls, trying to kill him. He needed help. She looked it up in her special Bible, and it said for her to cast out her husband from the bedroom, and to take Frank into her bed for one night. That night, she had just begun feeling for infection, when his father opened the door and spoke. He said, “No.” His mother walked past his father and went to the kitchen. Frank heard a drawer open, and some things being shifted around, and then he heard the drawer slam shut. When she came back, she had her big rolling pin in her hand, and she beat his dad until he lay still on the floor. She made Frank bring the truck around so she could put his dying father in the back. She then told Frank to drive his dad to the hospital, and tell them he got into a fight with a nigger. He asked if that was a lie, and she asked how it could be a lie if God told him to say it. He hadn’t heard God say anything, but he didn’t dare tell her that. His dad spoke once again that night; he watched his dad being lifted out of the truck on a gurney, and when his dad made eye contact, he told Frank Jr., “Run.” Frank knew he was right, but where was he going to go? He had no money, and he still had pecker problems. Who was going to make his meals? Who was going to read to him? The Bible said he was still forbidden from reading any story his mother did not first read to make sure no liberal ideas were placed in the story by Satan. It was a sure way to get boils on his tongue and eyes. She even read him a story from the bible about a boy his age who got boils on his tongue from sassing his mother. It sounded terrible. His father was gone for several weeks, and when he came back home, one side of his body drooped, and it wasn’t from the weight of the casts. It wasn’t until two years later that his dad spoke again. His mother was very ill. She had told Frank it was cancer, and that she was going to die. She told him not to worry, because she would send him instructions from heaven. She would speak just as the Lord speaks to him, except maybe not quite so loud. His dad had come into the room then and spoke to Frank. He said, “I’m taking her to the hospital. I want to see if they can make her suffer a little longer here on earth, before the devil claims this cunt for himself.” Frank sat up all night letting every sound scare him half to death. He was hungry, and the sky was just turning light when he heard a car. He peeked out a window, and saw it was a police car, and he ran to the hiding spot they always made him hide in when the police came. Two police officers walked right in, and called “Hallo”. He stayed quiet. He even stayed quiet when the two cops started talking about how gruesome the car wreck was that killed his parents. He heard them talking about a witness who said the truck appeared to go over the ravine on purpose, and never once hit the brakes. There were many things his parents never finished telling him before they left him alone. These things he had to learn from monsters. Frank was found wandering in town, half emaciated, and the state did what they could with him. Frank had been abandoned by his parents, and the betrayal left him alone and naked to the world. It seemed much of the world just pointed and laughed during the two years he spent unlearning the twisted shit his mother fed him on. Frank’s personality was forged in fear and confusion. Frank’s discomfort talking with this girl is real. Eva is playing with fire, and she doesn’t even know. Frank has already had a couple of sudden shifts where he wasn’t sure if she was talking about her life, or his past. Some of the shit is surfacing on its own. It’s best not to think about that… Eva touched his hand, and he snapped back to reality, sitting inside his car next to her “You don’t have to apologize, Frank. I have to apologize to you. You bought me breakfast, and carted my ass around, and I made you late for work and told you tales from the ghetto. I’m dead on my feet, Frankie. I wasn’t kidding about not sleeping last night. You didn’t ask to listen to some babbling bitch that hasn’t slept in two days.” Eva opened the door and said, “I just wanted to thank you.” She started to get out, and Frank said, “Wait…” “Yes?” “What did you mean, ‘I blew it’ ?” She looked down, and said, “Nothing. It was stupid.” “What was stupid? Tell me.” Eva thought for a moment, and said, “That I thought I could make you understand; that’s what’s stupid. You think sneakers are my biggest problem…” She was leaning down when she said this, and Frank couldn’t see what she was doing. When she sat back up, she was holding her sneakers, and then she threw them out into the parking lot. “Like I said, a girl has needs… this girl has needs. Look at my tooth, Frankie. How am I going to get my tooth fixed?” She folded her hands, and looked straight ahead before continuing. “I offered to help you sell your boat… zero risk to you… and you laughed at me. That was just one thing I offered to do. There are different kinds of things I can do…” She stopped, and a flood of color rushed to her cheeks. “You know, there are other things I could do for you. I can earn what I need… I want to earn what I need. I am a teenage girl, and I can do special things for you, things you would love and things you need, but I could tell you would never let me do them. It’s too bad too, because I would pay big dividends for you.” Frank was red with embarrassment and anger. He took out his wallet, and with shaking hands, pulled out one, and then another $50 dollar bill and crumpled them into a ball. “Here,” he said as he threw the money past her and out her open door. “Go buy yourself some high heels. You can tell your next mark that someone who respected you for a little while bought them for you. You are a real disappointment, Eva. You had me going for a while. I actually felt bad for you.” He had started the car and now gunned the engine, and she got out of the car. She left the door open while she picked up the money. She put the money in her pocket, and stooped down to talk to Frank through the car door. She was slowly shaking her head and smiling sarcastically, when she said, “You’re a dickhead. Do you think the only wonderful thing I can do for you is give you a blowjob or dance naked for you? Do you think I store all my worth in the box between my legs? You have needs, Frank. Your needs don’t end with your dick… they don’t even start with your dick. You have more pressing needs than that. It’s pretty fucking obvious. I could have taken care of your needs as easy as you can take care of mine. I’m glad you don’t know what you are missing. I guess that is mercy at work.” “I’m too tired to get pissed, Frank. I guess I don’t even blame you for being so stupid. You have potential. I saw it in your eyes when you apologized to me. You have beautiful eyes, Frank, but when I look at them, I’m not sure what is staring back at me.” “I’m taking the bus home now. I am going to think about what to do with this money. I may just keep it… Have a good day.” With that, she slammed the door, and padded off in her bare feet. _______________________________________________________________________ 6 There was one thing that Frank knew with certainty as he backed up and headed out of the parking lot: no way was he going into work today. Hey, Frank. I heard you were told off by a pretty 15-year-old-girl with a high IQ, different color eyes, and a foul mouth. Way to go, buddy! He had to call in sick. I have never called in sick. They are going to gossip. They are going to question my reliability, and they will distrust me… Who gives a fuck? I ask you, does this sound like the man we met at the beginning? Hey, Frank. We heard you laughed at a girl who offered you help. Way to go, buddy! Frank was used to confrontation; it was quite common, actually. There was a set protocol to this: initiate confrontation over something trivial, wait for submission, and then bestow pardon. The deli, for example, was fertile grounds for this. Either something wasn’t sliced thin enough, or it didn’t weight precisely what he asked for. Once the error was corrected and an apology offered, forgiveness would be forthcoming with a generic excuse – “I usually deal with the other guy, so I guess you didn’t know how I liked it,” That was how it always worked. His defenses had always been up to the task. He always could repel a person before there was any danger of intimate conversation. Now he found out otherwise. He was going to have to strengthen his defenses. Bad shit happens when conversations turn intimate. Eva’s problems dredged up memories of some of the same shit he went through, and that brought him dangerously close to telling her. If he did that… she would want to listen… and hear more… when all he wanted to do was forget. As he was driving home, it was not lost on him that she not only broke through some of his defenses and read him like an open book, but she also got him to do everything she wanted. Why was he not enraged by that? He displayed zero control. She turned him into a meat puppet, and that made him feel… what? Kinship? The familiar stench of Doubt was everywhere as it blasted holes into the wall defending his beliefs. Through these holes poured questions. You blew it… What did I blow? I am a teenage girl, and I can do special things for you… Whore. You have needs, Frank Whore. They don’t start with your dick. You have more pressing needs than that… And what can you do for my needs? Hold on to your hate, Frank. I feel like I am losing you, Stay with me; stay in control… Was that her little game? She would act like a friend? I’m your friend. Listen to me. I’m a teenage girl, and you know what we are good for… _______________________________________________________________________ 7 It’s Wednesday, 7:22am, and just for shits and giggles, we peek in on Frank to see if he’s awake. When we look, he’s not there! We look all around the house, even checking the bathrooms. We hear a rattle, and look outside, and there is Frank pretending to be interested in a problem with his mailbox. It must be some wickedly complex problem, one requiring him to contemplate for some time while sitting in his car. It’s 8:04am when he gets out of the car for the last time to check the mailbox… nope; no mail. Look all around because maybe (she) the mailman is coming. ; He gets back into the car and drives away. 10 to1 odds that he stops at McDonald’s, goes inside, and serves up just a little aggravation to the cashier when he doesn’t recognize anyone he knows inside. We feel a little dirty doing this, but can’t resist watching him come home in the early evening. He looks a little tense, but otherwise fine. It is only after not finding any notes, and after he is sequestered in the house that he takes on a more miserable appearance. It must be because he didn’t make a dime in commissions today. Or the next day, Thursday… Or the next day, Friday… Day Eva + 3. After taking a good look, we see Frank is not doing so well. His condition is more advanced than we suspected. He gave into doubt, and doubt has been ass-raping him for three days now. Actually, it looks like it’s a tag team with honesty too. It’s ugly. It goes beyond Eva; she opened a door, and it looks like Frank walked through it. Right now, it sounds like he is talking to himself, but when we listen carefully, he’s talking to someone he hasn’t talked to in years. I met someone I couldn’t make hate me. She’s just a girl. I don’t love her, and I don’t lust after her. She wanted to help me, and I laughed at her. She asked for my help and I ridiculed her. I hate… me. She was nice to me. She could hate the world. I hate the world. Why doesn’t she? Her father is dead like you. Her mother may as well be. She sat before me, and I never saw her. I know her help now that it’s too late. Why didn’t you tell me what a friend looks like? I was cruel to a girl the world is cruel to. Never have I done anything so terrible. I’m done hiding, and I’m done hating. I deserve to hurt forever. I just want to tell her it will be OK. I know you are alone. I know Mother burns in hell forever. I forgive you now. The sun is setting but it’s darker than normal. Frank is oblivious to everything. When we look out of the picture window directly behind him, the sky is shaded deep blue at the top and gradually shifts to orange toward the horizon. The clouds on the horizon are stratified, and the thickest band obscures the setting sun. Frank sees none of that. The rectangle of newly turned earth in the backyard is still visible in the fading light, and it is difficult to know what is in the middle of it. If we had to guess, we would guess it is a birdhouse on the end of a pole. It is difficult to say, since none of it was there yesterday, or any days before it. Frank’s no help; he has his back to the window and doesn’t see it. Soon the darkness will hide it until tomorrow. The thick band of clouds does not quite meet the horizon, and a bright line silhouettes the bottom of the clouds. Frank stands up and does something very uncharacteristic. He walks to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a drink. The cabinet is well stocked from one of Frank’s fantasies. He was going to host social parties where his fellow employees and even his bosses would come over to unwind after a successful week. He is thankful now; there might yet be enough booze to drown. Frank is not a drinker, and doesn’t even look at the labels on the bottles. He picks a bottle at random, and we note it is a quality single malt whiskey. That was a lucky grab; maybe he should start drinking. He places a tumbler on the counter, and tries to find the light switch inside the cabinet. It is now too dark to see for pouring. He feels the switch and flicks it up, and realizes it’s mounted sideways. Before he can flick it again, a flash of orange light makes him jump. He was confused, thinking the switch caused an electrical short that triggered the flash. The orange persists, and Frank looks out the window and sees a thin incandescent glow between the clouds and the distant horizon. The sun was below the band of clouds, and it made for an unusual sky; just the band of light, but the rest of the sky was dark with clouds and with the night. He tried to reconcile the patch of turned earth and whatever was sticking out of the middle of it. It didn’t belong there. It was his yard, and he knew it didn’t belong there. Was it a trick of the light? It must be the work of vandals, who dug up his lawn. Frank must be livid, because he moved fast. He raced to the kitchen and grabbed a flashlight. God help anyone still in his yard, because that smile on his face tells us he is out of his mind. “Fucking sliding glass door… open!” Frank yelled at the door and flicked the lock, and one of the two actions allowed to door to slide. Frank had found a new time to swear, and the absurdity of the thought made him laugh aloud. What will the neighbors think? We race with him to the edge of the rectangle, and we see the fresh earth patch is about 15’ x 10’. Sticks are evenly spaced along the edge of the patch. They are capped with empty seed packets. The earth is formed into slight rows, and with his flashlight, he can see prints made by human feet. They are most heavily concentrated by the pole in the middle of the patch, and Frank shines his light up the pole and onto a birdhouse. Taped to the small house is a letter. It reads: Dear Frankie, I know it looks like dirt, but there is more here than meets the eye You have to trust me when I tell you it will pay dividends I toiled in the soil in my bare feet during the night I didn’t want to get my new sneakers dirty It’s a good thing you didn’t buy me pants The moon shining off my bare ass would wake everyone up I thought about waking you anyway I wanted you to feel the cool earth with your toes It was indescribable, and I wanted to share it with you I hope to see you again someday Your friend, Eva P.S. I planted some birdseed too When they sprout, they will have a home to live in We don’t know how long Frank sat on the edge of that little garden and cried. It didn’t seem appropriate to linger. It could have been a long time; he had a lot of catching up to do. _______________________________________________________________________ 8 It was a warm Saturday, and Frank had taken the blue tarp off his sailboat to polish all the brightwork. The sailboat served as a reverse widow’s walk, whose height commanded a better view of the road that might be used by pedestrian travelers. He really wasn’t expecting Eva to show up, but he found himself scanning nonetheless. He knocked off at about noon to fix some lunch, and his telephone rang. He normally screens incoming calls on the rare occasions he gets one. He had a hunch, and sure enough, it was Eva. She was calling collect from a payphone, and Frank wanted to say something to her, but he was having trouble expressing himself. He did something very smart: he said, “Eva? Will you stay on the phone long enough for me to figure out how to talk to you?” He cringed, knowing how stupid it sounded. Eva said she wasn’t sure if she could, because she had a date with a prince from Siam. It was a wonderful distraction, and Frank broke the sad news to her that Siam went out of business, but good God, there must be a hundred other princes waiting for her. It took him 43 minutes before he finally mentioned the garden. His voice cracked, and he had no idea she cried just a little because of it. The call lasted just over two hours, and it was a struggle. In the end, Frank had thanked her for the things he should, and apologized for his terrible behavior. He told her he needed to find a doctor to hear some things that he couldn’t get into with her. She had asked if he wanted to meet for breakfast, and he said not yet. He thought practicing on the phone was something he would like to do first, and she didn’t laugh. He told her seeing a doctor might bring up some bad stuff, and he wanted her to be able to hang up if he lapsed into old behavior. She extracted one concession for the next call: she would call him if he could name one thing she could do for him other than sex, and it started today, on this first call. It didn’t take him even one second to say, “Be my friend.” She called Sunday. This went on every single day for six weeks, with Frank finding something she could do for him to get his call the next day. In this way, they planned activities neither would have ever done alone. She could take him to a play in town; she could take him to a ball game; she could go to a movie he wanted to see, and she could force him to watch a movie she wanted to see. She could dress him up for dating; she could help find him a date; she could approve of his date; she could help him find a new restaurant… Frank found out she was immensely useful, and in fact, he had no idea how he managed without her. Mostly they just talked. Slowly the baggage came out, and she did indeed hang up on Frank on more than one occasion. Frank too learned that Eva had her moments, and she would get mad that he didn’t hang up. She would hang up on herself for him. Always she would call back, always they ended the day’s conversation with Frank telling her something wonderful, and he sometimes indulged her with beautiful lies. Eva could be an odd bird at times. She had an eclectic sense of humor and an intellect that rejoiced in bending conventional logic. She never seemed to be sad, but she masked her insecurities with crankiness, and she would hang up for Frank, and call back in a better mood. Frank still had his limits, and one time he had hung up on her. She had called and started talking dirty to him. He did not know how to handle that. Frank always asked if she needed anything, and she always replied that just knowing she is not on her own in the world was enough. Frank eventually got an address out of her, and sent her a FedEx with $200 in cash and a picture of the garden. The garden had become another phone ritual, with her worrying over various outlandish problems that Frank has probably allowed to happen. Frank always reassured her it was fine, and he watered and weeded it every day. The practice was paying off. Frank was beginning to express himself, and that actually made his sessions with the shrink that much more effective. It was a dividend - no question about it. Frank knew he would be seeing his shrink for a long time. So much, and yet so little has been addressed in the few weeks since he started his visits. Frank finally asked Eva is she might want to help him find a decent restaurant, and maybe do a little shopping after. “God, Frank. I thought you’d never ask.” _______________________________________________________________________ 9 He had offered to fetch her, but she insisted on making her own way to his house. He knew not to push, and it was agreed she would come by before dinnertime on Saturday – dinnertime being whenever she wanted to eat. Frank felt foolish for being nervous. He was looking forward to seeing her, but apprehensive at the same time. Their conversations became a very important part of the day for each of them, and the phone provided a social buffer, as well as a circuit breaker. He knew he had little to fear - the old Frank was turning into a memory. Frank had nearly fallen asleep on the couch, when outside, he heard… “I’m dying…” Did he imagine the words? He stood up so fast he nearly blacked out. He heard the sound of tired footsteps slapping with an exaggerated stride. Then he heard panting like a dog, a couple more slapped steps, and then… “I’m dying and nobody cares…” Last, he heard a loud thud on his door. Walking to the door, he rehearsed his greeting. He had a whole list of compliments that he wanted to make sure he remembered tonight. His heart was pounding as he grabbed the doorknob and he prepared to tell her she looked lovely. He threw the door open, looked at Eva, and said… “You got breasts?” “I smell like a goat.” “I never noticed your neck, Eva.” “Don’t take me dancing, Frankie. I’m too tired.” “Why was I nervous?” “I’m trying to quit swearing.” “You have great taste in sneakers.” “I hope you like goats, Frank, because I’m going to hug you right now.” Eva was holding on tight with her eyes closed, and said, “I had tits when you met me, but I had them strapped down. I bought a real bra and some second-hand clothes, and a birdhouse, and seeds, and… sneakers.” She squeezed even tighter, and said, “I wanted to give you a hug, but I need one too, so don’t pull…” Something terrible happened to Frank, and Eva started laughing. Frank tried to push away, but Eva held on tighter and laughed louder. She looked up at him and said, “You have a boner! Frankie! Honest to God, what are the neighbors going to think?” She wouldn’t let go, and Frank dragged her around backwards as he tried to get away. She said, “I’m only 15 years old, and you want to put your thing in me. That’s disgusting! You are such a pervert! I can’t wait to tell my guidance councilor at school.” “Eva, stop!” “Was it because I said ‘bra’? ‘Birdhouse’? Was it ‘birdhouse’?” She let go of him and, feigning shock, drew in a deep breath, and said, “You like the smell of goats! Oh my God! And I’m just a…kid!” She started bleating and backed him into a corner. She leaned up, and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and stopped torturing him. “Frank, you look like you want to die. Did I embarrass you?” “I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking about… anything… bad.” “Bad? What do you mean, ‘bad’?” “You know.” “No. You mean when the girl bends over and the boy spits on her back?” Frank almost wet himself laughing, and that surprised the both of them. Once he had air in his lungs, he said, “I don’t know if trading in a dirty mouth for a filthy mind is much of an improvement.” “Hey, Frank?” “Yes?” “You look good. I mean you look like you’ve been through the ringer… it looks like you lost a couple of pounds, but you don’t look so bound up.” He handed her a glass of ice tea, and watched her drink half of it down without coming up for air. He refilled her glass, and then asked, “Eva, I never had the courage to ask you on the phone, but why didn’t you just walk away that day we met?” She hung her head, and thought for a moment before answering. “I think everybody spends a lot of time pretending to be someone they are not. Do you promise you won’t get mad?” “I promise.” “OK. You were an asshole to people for some reason. People like to judge, and then stick a label on others. They never ask why someone is the way they are. I stuck the same label on you as everyone else… ‘asshole’, but I knew there was a reason for it. I shared my personal thoughts with you, and you did the rest. One part of you kept trying to shut down what the other part of you was willing to do. I knew you were being stubborn about eating breakfast. I could see the fear. Why would someone fear that?” “Then… I watched you grill the cashier when you ordered your food. The kid did nothing to you, and I realized that was the problem. If he had been an asshole, you would have just ordered your food. Because he was nice to you, you had to act like an asshole to him, and I knew why: you had to make sure there was no chance of a friendly relationship. It was crystal-clear to me. You couldn’t see it, but I did. I had no idea why you did it, but I knew I was looking at someone who wasn’t an evil asshole, but someone who needed to keep people away. I couldn’t think of a more lonely existence.” “Then it hit me: I knew what kind of work I could do for you. I just didn’t know how to tell you yet.” “I tried telling you, but all you saw was a young girl. What does the world think of a young girl? Cute, but mostly useless is what it thinks. I’m being honest here, so don’t get mad, OK?” “I said I wouldn’t.” “My needs not getting filled, missing meals, missing sleep, they are all small potatoes compared to my mother getting arrested or worse; I go into a Foster home if that happens. I’ve seen kids who ended up with the state, Frankie, and they are not the same after a while. Life kicks the shit out of them, and they stop hoping after awhile. I need options. I need some independence, and that means I need work. I can’t get work. The law doesn’t allow it. I already tried knocking on doors to get yard work, and cleaning work, and all people see when they open the door, is some useless kid.” “I needed an interview. I had to show someone that I was smart and mature. I was in this neighborhood for a reason. Will a rich person give me work, or a poor person? Is a single person going to give me work, or someone with a wife? I picked your driveway because I didn’t see any kid’s toys in your yard, or a car that a woman would drive. You were first on my list because you were the first house that looked right. I had nine on my list. Frank asked, “How did you know when to catch me? How long did you wait?” “I did my homework. Remember when you said I looked familiar?” Frank nodded. “You saw me a few days before. I walked down the street a couple of times writing down what car was in what driveway at what time. If a car was gone on the next circle around, I had a time range.” “What a clever girl. So you tricked me… I guess we should be thankful you are not a burglar. I’d like to know then, and be honest… were the sneakers a prop?” “No. Being lost was my only stunt. I was ready to chalk the whole idea up to failure when you were such a prick. I forgot all about being on my best behavior and talking about how little time a busy man has, and all the things that need to be done. I just started bitching about my problems, and it wasn’t until I saw just how alone you were, that I realized how much more valuable I can actually be to somebody who needed the right kind of help.” They both fell silent for a moment, and then Frank said, “Incredible. Do you ever wonder what else you might accomplish? I am looking at you and thinking you might be destined for great things. Besides having different colored eyes, you are unusual. You are… special.” Eva blushed, and rolled her eyes, and her age peeked through when she made some silly noises in her embarrassment. “Are you hungry Eva?” “I am fuck-all… I am famished, Frank. Did you figure out a place to eat at?” “I just have to confirm…” Frank called a number and spoke for a moment, and Eva heard him mention 11:00PM, and gave him a quizzical look. He hung up, and said, “There is a place on the coast that I thought we could try…” “The coast? That will take two hours to get there.” “No. I just spoke to the pilot. We will have some time to do some shopping too, but he wants to head back at 11:00, so I think we will only shop for you tonight. I can go another week in my un-cool clothes.” Eva screeched and jumped in the air while clapping her hands. “Frankie! You are the balls! You are starting to scare me.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Do they have air fresheners in planes? I still smell like a… I’m not going to say it; I don’t want you walking around with a boner.” “Shut up, Eva. We can just open a window.” _______________________________________________________________________ 10 It doesn’t seem right to follow their evening. In fact, I think we have seen all we need. We have seen what a not-so-chance encounter with an unlikely stranger has done to our favorite basket case. Something inside Frank needed to get out, and Eva helped set it free. Frank did indeed hang ten, but it sounds like he will be purging demons for quite some time. We really should sign off, but it is tempting to make sure Frank returns in a good spirits. There is still a lot of volatility in both of them, and anything could happen. It is midnight when we hear the rumble of the car coming up the street. It pulls into the driveway, and we are a bit surprised to see Eva get out of the car too. Maybe she has stubbornly insisted on making her own way home again. They are laughing, and that is a great sound. Eva starts pulling bags out of the car and handing them to Frank. The scene evokes images of a clown car. “Tell me that’s the last bag, Eva. This car doesn’t hold that much stuff.” “Almost, Frankie; I’ve got the last two here. I’ll carry these, and you carry the other eight, OK?” she said with an evil laugh. She gave another evil laugh and said, “I thought you were going to die when I was eating my ice cream tonight.” “Eva. Everyone in the place is probably taking a cold shower right now. I don’t know why you pull that shit with me sometimes. I could have died.” “That’s why I did it, dipshit. Hey Frank, with these new clothes, you are going to be beating the women off… or I should say, women will be beating you off. Hehe. Get it, Frank? They will be beating you off?” “Yes. Please hurry. These are getting heavy. This was supposed to be your night. I don’t know what your obsession is with finding me a girlfriend. There is a pace to things, and I got the feeling tonight you want to marry me off right away. Honestly, am I that much of a burden?” Eva giggled, and said, “Nooo. I don’t know; I just think you are too nice to waste on me.” “I’m not wasting myself on you. There is no you in that way. There is only you, my friend.” “Oh yeah? Then why the…” “Quit with the boner, would you? Christ, you’ve been weird tonight! Fun, but weird. Hurry up and do what you have to do so I can get you home. I’m exhausted.” Frank unlocked the door, and just about threw the bags into the house. He grabbed the two bags Eva was carrying, and closed the door behind her. She was wired, and said, “I can’t believe the luck we had with you tonight. You are going to look like a new man.” “Eva, people are going to fall over laughing when they see me.” “Admit it, Frank: you love the clothes. I want you to try something on when I take my shower. I want to see them together.” “No. I’ve done all the trying on I am going to do tonight.” “Frank, I’m asking you nice: please try them on.” “That’s not asking me nice; that’s telling me in the disguise of asking nice. That’s what you do, and it’s what I seem powerless to do anything about.” “God, Frank; you really are a terrific learner. I just love ya. You have to put on the belt and shoes too. Don’t put on the cologne; I can’t be held responsible if you do.” “Au de goat?” “Shut up; it smells great. Speaking of smelling great, I can’t wait to get into some of my new clothes. Thank you very much, Frank.” “See how that worked out so well for both of us? I got some desperately needed clothes, and all I had to do was turn you into an irresistible stud-muffin In exchange. We sure had fun tonight. Those lights coming back…, I was dizzy…it seemed like a dream.” “Eva, I’m pretty sure I would have had fun breaking rocks tonight.” “Frank?” “Eva?” “Thanks for everything.” Frank walked up to Eva and gave her a hug. He released her, and said, “I’m happy you had a good time. You are welcome. Oh, look Eva; no boner.” “Well, maybe it’s safe to ask you then; can I crash on a couch? It’s Saturday, and I’m sure there are people over. I feel like they would be able to tell I rode in an airplane tonight. I don’t want them seeing I got new clothes. I don’t want them to bring me down. I want to replay everything tonight, and I want to go to sleep with a smile.” Frank said, “I don’t care; as long as you are not going to get in trouble. You’re mother is going to think I am a pervert.” “My mother told me to seduce you. She’s not a very complex person. I could win the Nobel Prize and she would say, that’s nice, Eva. When are you going to find a man to take care of you? ” “You told her I was thirty?” “I told her, but I’m not sure numbers mean much to my mother anymore. I don’t want you to meet her. I love her, and I would hate for you to think bad of her… which you couldn’t help. Anyway…I will cook breakfast in the morning for rent.” Frank chuckled. “You don’t have to sleep on a couch. I have a couple of guest bedrooms. One of them is perfect for you. You can sleep with stuffed animals and frilly pillows.” “Frank; did I tell you how awesome you are?” “I’ll show you were it is. There is a shower right next to it.” Eva followed him up the stairs and then down a long hallway. He showed her the various rooms off the hall. His room was huge, and it had its own bathroom. The hall ended at a door, which led out to a balcony. Before the balcony door, on the left, was a bedroom and on the right was a bathroom. Frank opened the door on the left, and showed Eva the bedroom she could use. Eva looked at the bed, and collapsed onto it. It wasn’t an especially beautiful bed – just a tasteful four-poster, but the mattress was of superior quality. Eva stretched out among the stuffed animals, and marveled at the comfort of the mattress. She told Frank she had never felt anything so nice. She held out her hand so he could lift her back up onto her feet. Frank showed her the bathroom across the hall. He showed her were the towels were, how to adjust the water temperature, and he made sure there was soap and shampoo. On the way out, Eva told him which shirt and slacks to try on, and not to forget the shoes, or the belt. He just rolled his eyes and nodded. ... Frank had to smile when he heard the door down the hall finally open. Her shower had lasted 45 minutes, and he though she might have fallen asleep in there. When she came out, she was wearing a light top, and a pair of baby blue skin-tight shorts that she had bought with Frank’s help tonight. Her hair was still slightly damp, and her skin was rosy from the hot water. She knocked lightly on Frank’s bedroom door, and he opened it right away. He started blushing, and Eva couldn’t tell if it was because of her, or because he felt self-conscience in his new duds. It’s impossible not to admire Eva’s vibrant beauty and soft curves. Her multicolored eyes twinkled with delight at seeing Frank. She made a joke of chasing him around the room, and he pretended to hate his new clothes. Eva gives him a hug, and we can tell he is distinctly uncomfortable by the way he is leaning into her hug. She holds on for a moment extra, and says, “Frank. Thank you for everything. Tonight was like a fairytale. Right now, I feel… safe. I feel like the world stopped chasing me for a while, and I forgot what that felt like.“ She let out a loud sob, and this caught Frank off guard. She buried her face in his shirt, and held on tight. Her crying was silent, but she was shaking hard, and Frank’s heart broke. He had no idea why she was crying, but he put his other arm around her and hugged her tight. He stroked her hair, and told her everything was going to be OK. She had her face buried in his shirt for a couple of minutes before she stopped crying. She lifted her head a little so she was looking over his shoulder. She wouldn’t let go, and he could feel her eyelashes against his cheek when she blinked. She sucked in snot, and in a soft voice still wobbly with emotion, she said into his ear, “I just can’t tell you how I feel. I am overcome…” “It’s called Joy, Eva. I’ve heard about it.” With a grin on her face, she pulled back and looked at him through glassy eyes. She was about to say something, but then burst into tears again, and waved a hand in front of her face. She backed out of the room, and with tears streaming down her face, she screwed on a smile, gave a little wave, and in a wobbly voice, said, “Goodnight, Frankie.” _______________________________________________________________________ 11 The power of two is a miraculous thing. A man exists in a shell that hides him from his own dysfunctional past. He has money, and the things it can buy, but he pushes the world away instead of grasping it in his hand. A young girl, wise beyond her years, is trapped in a world that seems intent on crushing her. One fears the past and the other fears the future. Together, they have made the present a wonderful place for each other. They are keenly aware of the limits society has placed on their friendship; they hide in the ambiguity of their relationship so as not to offend society. As long as she is a daughter, or a niece, or maybe a friend of the family, then that is acceptable. Under no circumstances can they simply be two people who met and are now close friends. The telling of their story is not yet finished, but society demands that it must end here. To tell the rest of the story would be to speak of things forbidden. Eva and Frank did more than just survive together; they thrived together. They filled in the missing parts of life for each other, and they never asked for approval to do so. They amplified the nice parts of life, and smoothed the unpleasant parts just a little. It didn’t stop them from experiencing joy, or pain, or anything except possibly regret, and maybe that is what society is ultimately pissed off about. How many of us will end our days with some regret? What gives these two unfortunate people the right to be so fortunate? I said at the beginning this was a story you are not supposed to like. If you choose to read the rest of their story and find you like it, then maybe society has been ripping you off all along. How regrettable that would be. _______________________________________________________________________ 12 That very night, after Eva tiptoed to her room, Frank got ready for bed but didn’t crawl in right away. He sat on the edge of his bed while a swirl of thoughts passed through his consciousness. It was an odd mix: he had a sense of contentment that came from an evening that went mostly as planned. He had succeeded in doing something nice for Eva; - she even called it a fairytale. It was funny how her enjoyment was the thing he desired. A selfless need, he thought ironically. Mixed with that was a slight unease with Eva’s emotional state. He rolled it around in his head, trying to identify what she was experiencing. She had been at times obnoxious during the evening, and he chalked that up to the novelty of being pampered in an extravagant way. Being flown on a private plane to dine and shop was probably heady stuff for a teenage girl, and not all people are comfortable with lavishness. She had done a few things she knew would piss him off, or embarrass him, but he also knew she would have walked to the end of the earth for him tonight. Yes, he enjoyed spoiling her tonight. He owed her so much. He was puzzled by the crying. It was intense – much more than tears of joy. He was at a loss, so he attributed it to the mysteries of women – a thoroughly unknowable creature. The attention Eva had brought to his appearance made the possibility of him finding a date something real. This made him a little nervous, and he would have to resist Eva if she started pushing him to meet someone. He will deal with that at his pace. It was nice to know he at least could dress the part when the time came. As the adrenaline faded, he started to yawn and knew he would drop like a rock. He turned out the light, and 10 seconds later, was in a different world. A half hour after that, Eva couldn’t take it any more. She got up, and stumbled down the hallway, feeling along the wall for a doorframe. When she found it, she paused for a moment, and slowly put her hand out to the door. She hated to knock, but the door wasn’t closed all the way, so she pushed it open and stepped into his room. His bed was framed by only the light of his alarm clock, and she walked up next to it. Why people whisper at times is a funny thing, but whisper she did – loudly. “Frank!” Frank had just teleported to somewhere nice, and already he was being summoned back. He was pissed about it, too. “I’m sleeping,” he mumbled. “Slide over…” “Huh? Go back to bed!” he said testily. “No. I want to sleep next to you. I’m…” “Goddamn it… No!” “Frank, I’ll rip the fucking covers right off your bed. The sooner you slide over, the sooner you get back to sleep…” “More. Slide over a little more.” Eva pulled back the cover just along the edge of the bed without uncovering Frank. She crawled in, taking the spot he already warmed. She reached behind, and felt along his arm until she found his hand. She took hold of it, lifted it up, and scooted backwards until she fit her body against his. Then she pulled his arm around her. Behind her, Frank asked, “Are you naked?” “Yes,” Eva whispered. “Why are you naked?” he hissed angrily. It took Eva forever to answer him. He was wide-awake now, and he propped himself up on an elbow and leaned his head over Eva, waiting for her to answer. “Because I don’t want to be alone…” “That doesn’t explain why you are naked.” She was still holding his arm around herself, and in place of an answer, she moved his hand to her breast and gripped his fingers tightly in hers. She was shaking from nerves, and she was embarrassed by that. Frank couldn’t believe how soft and wonderful her small breast felt. He wanted to rip his hand away, but instead found himself rubbing and caressing her breast. She released her grip on his fingers, and he started gently playing with her nipple. He felt it swell and harden in response to his touch. In his mind, Frank could see Eva’s long neck, and he lowered his head down and began lightly kissing it. Eva rolled over to face him, and tried to hug him, but the spell broke, and Frank flinched away. “Eva! What are we doing? We can’t do this! This is bad. It’s against my belief.” Eva clutched his hand in both hers, and said, “I felt your belief poking me. This might be our only chance, Frank.” “What do you mean, ‘our only chance’? There is not supposed to be a chance…” “I have a secret to tell you… I have two secrets to tell you… I have three secrets to tell you, Frank.” “What secrets?” “I need this chance…” “Eva, you don’t know what you are saying…” “Frank, I’m in love with you.” “Eva…” “Frank, please listen to me. It’s not a stupid girl crush. I know the difference. I didn’t plan for this to happen. You thought I was teasing you that time you hung up on me. I was so horny for you that night… if you played along, I would have ran all the way here. You didn’t, and I put my feelings aside, and told myself that you could never love me. I called you back because it would be unfair to you if I didn’t. I kept telling myself that our friendship is an arranged thing that we came to agree on. Isn’t that what we have?” “Exactly.” “Yeah, exactly…, and you know what, Frankie?” “What?” “Bullshit! It just confirms what I thought: you don’t know anything about relationships, and you know fuck-all about your own feelings.” “Eva…” “Frank! If I were just your little pal, you would not have arranged for a perfect evening. You wouldn’t have flown me to a candlelight dinner, and shopping, and… the kicker was the ice cream, Frank.” “Eva, I’m sorry if you got the impression…” “No, Frank. I’m sorry you didn’t understand what you felt. I watched you tonight. Did you know that every time I smiled, you lit up? You wanted everything to be perfect for me tonight. I was all that was important in your world. I was your world… I could feel it radiating off you. I have never been honored as great as tonight. I’m not talking about the food, or any of that shit, I’m talking about what I felt from your heart. Did you, or did you not love me tonight, Frankie? Be fucking honest!” Eva sobbed out the last words, but controlled herself right away. Frank could feel her staring at him, and he wanted to retreat for some reason. What did he feel? He never thought about it. He tried a familiar lie. “Eva, I loved you maybe like a daughter.” “I knew you were going to say that. I can’t be upset because you don’t know any better. You have to tell yourself that.” Eva patted his chest a couple of times, and said, “Tonight…” “Tonight, when they brought out the appetizers, I was struck by… a vision. It was like a fog lifted, or a veil I have been seeing the world through was lifted, and for the first time, I gazed at true beauty. Everything to me… seemed… so beautiful. The food, the tablecloth, the bubbles in our fake champagne…your eyes, in that light…, I melted into them, Frank. It struck me that I was looking at a man who didn’t have a clue to what his beautiful heart was saying. It made me sad because I was so attracted to you, but you would never allow yourself to see how I saw the world just then. You picked right up on something; you were ready to send the appetizers back because I must have looked sad for a billionth of a second. I wasn’t sad for the appetizers, I was sad because I realized something I loved was out of reach.” Eva started absentmindedly rubbing his chest as she talked. She spoke slowly, weighing the right words. “I tried to shake my feelings all night. I didn’t let you spend too much time on my clothes. I wanted to get you clothes so you could dress up for dates. I thought talking about a girlfriend for you would make my feelings for you go away. I ended up hating the bitch.” Eva smiled, but didn’t get any sense that Frank was smiling. “To top it all off, I became very horny. That was twice in a couple of weeks, and both times intensely about you. I thought I was immune. Christ! I was like a cat rubbing on everything. You knew something was up, but not what it was. I was grinding my crotch into the corner of the table at the ice cream place while you talked to me. I didn’t even hear what you were saying. It suddenly seemed important for me to give my ice cream head. You thought I was teasing you, but you caught me fantasizing. I just went with it after I realized what I was doing so you would think I was teasing.” “You thought I was mostly asleep on the plane ride home, but I was mesmerized by all the lights and the dream of the evening, and I fantasized the whole way home about making love to you. It was so beautiful that I came in here to make it real, because my second secret is that my mother is dying from cancer and I will have to go to a Foster home in just a little while, and who knows if I will be able to see you again? I might be going away, Frank.” Little flashes of light went off behind Frank’s eyes as his brain ground through gears. …mother is dying from cancer… For the briefest instant, Frank wanted to scream at whomever it was laying next to him. She had no right to crash the truck and infect his pecker with gangrene. They will have to cut off his fingers now, too - his fingers that touched her nakedness. They will know, and they will laugh, and they will cut. You stupid fuck! You should have listened. You did not need her sniffing around. You were warned, and you knew what would happen. You do not simply wash this girl away. After they finish laughing and cutting all of your naughty parts off, they will have to cut her from your heart and soul. She will just be so much refuse circling the drain. Who knows where she will land? Some here… some there… a little on your heart and soul… “Frank, breath!” Frank suddenly sat up, and Eva said, “Jesus, Frank; are you okay?” He turned and looked at her, and stroked her cheek. “Eva… I almost lost you. Your mother is dying… is it okay?” Eva was confused, and her heart was beating fast. She didn’t know what he meant. “Is what okay, Frankie?” “Is it okay? Can I love you?” Eva crawled on top of Frank, and ran her fingers through his hair. She kissed him deeply and passionately, and he wrapped his arms around her. She put her mouth right next to his ear, and whispered, “Only if you want to.” “Tell me how this works, Eva. You are the one with vision.” “If I fucked up, Frank, please don’t punish us. It feels right. You feel right. I have no right to take what I have no right to even ask for. It’s one thing to trade sneakers, but it’s something else to ask you to love me. I never meant to wish that big.” A tear landed on Frank’s forehead, and he rolled onto his side so they were facing each other in an embrace. “Maybe you are an angel sent here to torture me, or you might be a devil sent here to reward me. We have forever to figure it out. I never want to be away from you. I cannot even think about it.” Eva tucked herself into him. In their embrace, she tilted her head up, and found Frank’s lips. The room spun around, and she was speechless. As she came back to earth, she noticed something. “Frank, your belief betrays you again.” “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It just poked out.” “Oh my God; are we going to make love? Are you going to make love to me?” “Eva, one way or another, you always get what we want. It just happens. Resistance is futile, and I should know that by now.” “If that’s really true, then you might hate me.” “Why?” “Because what I fantasized about with you… I found out I’m a… dirty, filthy whore, and I can’t seem to help it. I don’t even know how to do this, but I imagined you doing things to me that I can’t even tell you about… and now I’m getting all hot again just thinking about it. Oh, my God!” Eva grabbed Frank and pulled her body tight against his. She began kissing him with her open mouth, licking his lips and tongue while kissing him. He was returning her kisses, and she pulled his head down to her breast. She was breathing in gasps before he even began sucking on her nipple. When his mouth found it, Eva went wild. “Oh, my God, Frank! Oh…, What are you doing? It was never like this. Oh, fuck…, what are you doing?” Frank came up for air, and said, “I’m sucking…” “Don’t stop! Don’t talk. Frank? My God, my… I’m soaking wet. My… my… cunt is soaking.” Frank stopped sucking, and quickly said, “I thought you never said cunt.” “Oh, fuck! I love when you say cunt, Frankie. Say it again.” “Cunt” Eva was nearly hyperventilating, as he played his tongue and lips over her nipple. “Frankie… do you want to know what I thought about? Can I tell you something terrible that I imagined you doing?” Frank nodded his head, but didn’t stop sucking. He wanted to quit his job and never leave her breast again. Eva was breathing louder than she talked. She said, “OK. I…, I…, you licked me down there. You licked me…. with your tongue.” This was an idea that Frank suddenly found very, very appealing. He stopped sucking her nipple and moved up to talk to her. He was ready to make an offer to her, but she grabbed his head and started kissing and talking to him. “Did that gross you out Frank? I’m sorry… I need to talk dirty… I can’t help it…” “Eva, I think I would like that very much.” “What? Me to talk dirty?” “No. I would like to lick you… down there.” “Oh, fuck me! No! Not fuck me… yet. Yes, lick my pussy, Frank. Are you sure? I am so wet… it doesn’t matter; you said you wanted to, so now you have to. Do it now!” Eva started pushing his head down, and then almost took his head off as she threw the covers nearly off the bed with one wild swing of her arm. She spread her legs wide, and she was shaking with anticipation and nervousness. “Frank! Pass me my legs. I want to put them behind my ears…” Frank’s mouth was one inch from her crotch, and he could feel the humidity from her heat and her dampness. Before she finished her sentence, Frank licked her like an ice cream. Eva thought she knew what an orgasm felt like, but it turns out she was wrong. One lick and she had stopped talking, and stopped breathing. Frank though he did something wrong and hurt her when she started having violent spasms. Eva wanted to kill him when he asked her if she was OK, but she could not talk. She came close to panicking, and thought she would never breathe again. Suddenly, mercifully, she found her lungs. “Don’t fucking stop! Oh, Jesus Christ! What did you do? That was your tongue? Frank, I just had an orgasm. Don’t you ever fucking stop this. OK? I promise you can do anything you want later, but don’t ever stop this… Frank, stick you tongue inside me. Stick your tongue in my… cunt. It will go… inside.” Eva reached down and pulled her lips apart. Frank became extremely aroused when his tongue found her fingers spreading her lips apart. He tilted his head a little, and stuck his tongue inside of her. Her pussy was actually tight on his tongue, and for a brief second, he wondered how his penis would fit in there. Eva was moaning and swearing up a blue streak of foul language. She started rocking her hips forward and back. Frank eventually found her rhythm, his tongue coming out and going in with every thrust. She stopped rocking, and started babbling. “I love your mouth. Make your tongue long, Frank, and lick up. Does my pussy taste OK? My little, pink pussy…, I am such a dirty girl… I’m so fucking bad…, .I love you licking my cunt…; Frank, don’t hate me… I can’t stop this. I love you… I’m sorry… ” Frank started sucking on her pussy lips, pulling on them with his own lips, and Eva started rocking her head from side to side. She began moaning loudly as a wave rippled through her. It built up to a level where she thought she would pass out. She turned her head, and bit into her own calf on her leg next to her head. She bit hard, and the pain blossomed at the same time her orgasm did. She wasn’t sure she was going to survive, and couldn’t care less about that. It was beyond her comprehension that she was capable of feeling what she was feeling. It was impossibly good, and it was going to change everything. She didn’t know why people still walked around. She knew she would never wear clothes or leave this bed ever again. Frank guessed that these spasms she was having had something to do with an orgasm. This time, he lightened up, but did not stop. Her legs came down after a moment, and she squeezed his head with her knees, and arched her back. She finally drew another breath, and sat up a little to grab Frank’s head with her hands. “Frank… I fucking love you so much. I just had another one, and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Tell me! What did I do? How did you do that? How did you know to do what you did?” Frank was still licking, and really getting into it. He just shrugged his shoulders, which Eva sensed, but did not see. She quickly forgot about her questions, and said, “I feel so relaxed. I feel like my pussy is wide open. Is it?” Frank stuck his tongue inside her, and she had opened up. His tongue went right inside her with ease, and he was surprised to notice she was sort of hollow in the inside. He hadn’t noticed that. He nodded his head to her question, and continued. “Put your finger inside.” He stopped licking, and gently put one finger in her. Sure enough, she was hollow. Eva arched her back once more, and then started rocking back and forth on his finger. “Frank! I didn’t mean stop licking! Keep licking… while you finger me. “I can’t believe… how long does sex last? I’m still so fucking horny. I’m sorry…” “Frank? I’m so relaxed that I bet you could fit your whole hand inside me. That’s pretty relaxed, huh?” Frank first nodded, and then shook his head. “Try it, Frank. Just for a second…” “No.” “Frank, don’t worry. Just do it.” “Eva, my hand is not going to fit inside you.” She was rocking deeper and faster against his now-still finger. “Frank, why do you have to fucking argue with me right now? Are you trying to piss me off? Why, Frank? Just stick you hand in my cunt. I’m asking nice.” Frank put his middle finger inside her along with his index finger, and she started making guttural noises and thrusting hard. He started to insert one more finger, but she cried out in pain, so he stopped. “I mean it hurts keep going, not it hurts stop! You almost had your whole hand inside me. Do it!” “Eva, I only have two fingers in you. You are too small. That’s as many as I can fit unless you want me to break my hand for you.” “Frank, one part of you is so awesome but the other part… I want to… punch. I don’t appreciate you sarcasm right now. I don’t have time; I have needs… and you started this… so… shut the fuck up. I just can’t seem to help it. I need you to do dirty things to me. Take your fingers out and lick me all over again.” “That is sooo good. Frank, lick lower…” “Even lower…; lick everywhere.” “Frank, please! Are you going to make me say it? I’m embarrassed. Lick me down there…. lick my… asshole.” “I’m not licking your asshole.” “Frank, I swear to God… you are really fucking pissing me off… I’m sorry; I shouldn’t say stuff like that…, you are not pissing me off. I took a shower; remember? My ass is as clean as a virgin’s twat. Lick me and then I will suck your cock, OK?” Frank sat up straight on his knees, and bent the lower half of her body so her ass was pointed straight up at him. Eva let her legs fall forward and to each side. She could feel his penis against her back. With his tongue sticking out, Frank lowered his head, and his aim was true. “Yes! Oh, yes. Frankie! That feels so good…, do it more… I’m so bad… making you lick… all my holes… I can feel your cock..., your belief is poking my back.” “Frank?” “What now!” Eva whispered very quietly” Put your finger in my ass… and don’t laugh. I can’t help it.” “Oh! Yes! Oh my God! You are nasty. You are a nasty man. Don’t hate me Frankie, just… fuck me. Fuck me in the ass...” “Eva, the first time you fuck is not going to be in the ass.” Eva lowered her legs to each side of him and in the sweetest voice, said, “Frank… this may sound weird, don’t get grossed out, but right now I want you to kiss me. Please fuck me. Stick your belief inside me, and come up here and kiss me. I have a powerful need to bestow kisses on your mouth. Isn’t that weird?” “Eva, I don’t have a condom…” “Fuck that! Fuck me! Don’t act like a little girl, Frank. You have a cock, now stick it in my cunt!” Frank was hard as a rock, and getting pissed. This was not exactly how he thought it should go. He let her hips drop down to the bed. He immediately guided his penis inside her, and thrust all the way in. Eva drew in a sharp breath from the pain/pleasure, and pulled his body down on top of hers. She threw her arms around him, and started kissing him. Frank let her, but mostly concentrated on his hips. All of a sudden, Eva pushed up on his chest, and said, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” Frank stopped pumping. “What, Eva?” “Frank, you are going to kill me. Oh, shit! Frank, please don’t hate me.” “Eva! What the fuck is it?” “I forgot to tell you my third secret. I was so distracted …” Frank was near panicking, and said, “Tell me! What is it?” “Frank, I’m not really 15. I’m only 13 years old. All those things I said about 15 being a hard age…, well 13 is impossible. I didn’t lie to you; I lie to everyone about it.” Frank didn’t say anything, or move a muscle, and Eva finally said, “I told you I had three secrets, but you didn’t count them… I didn't know we were... I was going to say...” “Eva?” “God, I’m sorry... what?” “I’m going to finish fucking you, okay? We can talk after. Right now, I’m fucking.” “Gosh, yes, Frank. I thought you were going to kill me.” “Eva, right now I’m wishing maybe I did fuck you in the ass first.” Eva laughed, and said, “I can wear my baseball cap, and you can pretend I’m a little boy.” “Eva, you have such a pretty face, and such a dirty mouth, and such a filthy mind. How did I ever get so lucky?” Eva gave him a long and passionate kiss, and this time Frank broke his rhythm to kiss her back. She moved her lips right next to his ear, and in a soft, breathy whisper, she said, “How did you like licking my pussy? Did I taste good? “Yes.” “I’ll show it to you in the light. It’s pink, and fresh, and small, and tight, and my gift to you. Thank you for being my first. I will always remember this moment. You are the best, Frankie.” Frank tried to imagine what her face looked like right now. He couldn’t see her in the dark, but he said, “You are the most beautiful creature on earth, inside and out. You are made from all the good stuff, Eva, and they gave you doubles.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Are you enjoying this? Do you like fucking me right now?” “Yes.” “…” “God, Frankie… you really are something…” “Do you honestly think I am pretty?” “Very.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Say more beautiful things to me.” “I’m going to cum, Eva…” In a display of strength Frank never thought possible, she shoved him off, and said, “Not inside me!” She shot down, and took hold of his penis, moving it an inch from her mouth. “Cum in my mouth, Frankie…” “Okay.” Frank shot into her mouth, and Eva almost ripped his penis off as she bolted upright and coughed.” “You fucker,” she said when she regained her breath. “You should say one two three, or something. I almost drowned. Honest to God… you just wasted a tender moment. I was going to swallow your cum, but I coughed it onto your prick. We have to do this whole thing over now…” “Hey…, what happened? How come it’s getting soft? Did I do something wrong?” “Eva, you are kidding, right?” “Kidding about what?” “I just came. It goes soft after that.” “It’s done?” Frank laughed and hugged her. “Give me a minute.” “Thank God!” They hugged in silence for much more than a minute, and each experienced a lifetime of thoughts and emotions as their brains began to process all that just happened. Eva kept hugging him a little closer, and Frank made sure to do the same. He didn’t know how to bring up the subject of her mother, but he was determined to be available when she started to talk about it. Instead, she surprised him. “Frank?” “Yes, Eva?” “Can I use your phone?” “Sure. It’s… four in the morning; who are you going to call?” “I’m supposed to tell the guidance councilor at school if a man tries to have sex with me. You stuck your thing in me. If I call him right now, I can at least tell him you didn’t fuck me in the ass, but I should probably call right now.” “Eva, we shouldn’t even joke about this. I can go to jail.” “Frank, you are not going to make me feel guilty for this. I’ll walk out of here if you want, and I won’t even call you if that’s what you want. But I’ll tell you one thing… I feel good about what we did. I wanted you bad. If that’s bad, then I’m bad. I can live with bad. No matter what, I will always be thankful for what just happened. You should be too. It was wonderful, and we were lucky to have it.” Frank scooped her up and rolled her on top of him. He gave her a long kiss, and then said, “It was wonderful. I wouldn’t have dared to even dream it a few hours ago, and now I would enjoy being there when you told your councilor. I would love to see his face when you told him all the details. I would smile and nod the whole time.” “Gosh, Frank. I love the way you think.” “Frank?” “Yes?” (sigh) “Would you rub my butt? I haven’t had a butt rub since my mom gave me one when I was sick with a fever about 4 years ago.” “Sure.” Frank started to rub her ass, but he did it too lightly, and it tickled her. She nearly hit the ceiling. “That tickles! Don’t tickle my ass, Frank! Don’t you know how to rub an ass? Even if you never rubbed a girl’s ass, you should know how to rub a girl’s ass. It’s instinctive…, like sucking a tit, and you seemed to manage that just fine.” “Eva?” “What is it, Frank?” “The show is starting again.” “Wow! I feel it. Your belief is back.” “I can’t believe you want to stick your thing in me. Fucking pervert.” Frank gave a small laugh, and said, “My belief is shaped by you.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Will you instill your belief in me? I want to internalize your belief. Believe me.” "Eva... you are such a liar. There is no way you are only 13." "When the sun comes up, you can count my rings." They made love one more time, and this round was much more to Frank’s liking. It was slow, and deliberate, and Eva let Frank lead the whole time .Maybe that’s how it will go, he thought; she leads a wild session to get it out of her system, and then she is his. When they were finished, they held each other tight, and he heard her sob one time. He told her he loved her, and told her that she will never be alone. He caressed her forehead and ears, and he asked what he could do to help her mother. He offered to put her in the best hospital, under the best care he could find. She only asked for one thing; she asked if he could visit a doctor and complain about missing sleep. She wanted him to get her a bottle of sleeping pills. She told him her mother was going downhill fast because she wanted to die. She begged her mother to stay clean and sober for her remaining short time, because Eva wanted her mother to get to know her. She wanted her mother to know what a good daughter she has. Her mother couldn’t do it at first, but it became obvious to Eva that lately, her mother was trying very hard to honor Eva’s wish. In the end, though, she didn’t want to see her mother suffer. She wanted to tell her mother that all she had to do was say the word, and Eva would take her suffering away. She apologized for asking Frank, and said she felt bad if he thought it was wrong. He told her it was the bravest thing he had ever heard. They held each other in peaceful silence, and Frank rubbed her butt and her back until the sky started to become light. “Frank?” “Yes, beautiful?” “You are going to put me to sleep rubbing me like this. I won’t be able to cook you breakfast if I fall asleep.” “That’s OK, Eva. I want to sleep late.” “OK, Frankie. I need to be next to you, so if you sleep, I’ll sleep.” “That’s my girl.” “Eva?” “Yes?” “If you wake up before me, make sure you stay in the yard if you go out to play. Don’t talk to strangers. There’s a lot of weirdo’s out there.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “I’m going to twist your belief.” “Sweet dreams, Eva.” “Gosh, Frank, they are going to be the sweetest. I’ll race you there.” _______________________________________________________________________ 13 She had come home… her new home… and led Frank to their room without a word. She removed first his clothes, and then hers and they crawled under the covers together. Eva spent a minute, as she always does now, ensuring as much of her body is touching Frank’s as can be. Only then did she cry for her mother. Eva had not seen much of Frank during the past three weeks. Her mother’s condition had deteriorated, and Eva didn’t dare leaving her alone for a minute. Eva left it up to her mother when she wanted to end the pain for good, and that moment arrived just after the sun came up this morning. Her mother had remained sober for the last two months, and Eva told her how proud she was. They slowly swapped rolls during this time, and Eva did all she could to make her mother comfortable. It was odd, the way her mother seemed happier, even as she became more and more ill. Eva had learned to be emotionally guarded with her mother over the years and she kept telling herself that her mother’s happiness and contentment was due to her sobriety. That was just a bit of bullshit, of course; a part of Eva knew the truth. For the first time… ever, her mother saw Eva not as a child whom she failed, but as her beautiful daughter who survived and thrived despite the failings. Her mother wasn’t merely proud of her daughter; her mother was enraptured by her. Such a strong and smart girl, such a tender age to be so confident and brave. Her mother wondered of it all. Eva had spun beautiful lies over these final days. Her mother knew the tales for what they were, but never said a thing. She loved her daughter all-the-more for them. Eva did a lot of listening too. Her mother had the chance to tell Eva all the things she hadn’t told her before. Eva was thankful her mother did not express her regrets or show remorse. They lived the remorse and her mother would not waste their time now. Nicer things needed to be said. Eva spent a great deal of time carefully explaining why she was going to be fine. Her mother knew it was the truth, and she allowed them both the luxury of looking forward. Her mother asked Eva to have many children. She had said she saw in Eva an excess; an excess that was made for giving away, and it was why Eva would find herself surrounded by a beautiful life, because as she grew her family, she would see herself reflected in them, and there would be so much to admire in that. Have many children, she told Eva. They will be fortunate. Eva told her mother about Frank - she even told her mother she made love to him. She told her mother about their guilt, and her mother had said the very essence of the coming of age is about sexuality. She said there is no better time to enjoy the lusty pleasures of the body, and it is a sin to not give in to those pleasures with the one you loved. Why on earth would it feel so fine otherwise? A young, lusty body was its own reward for loving early. There is no second chance, she said; every wasted opportunity is a sin. Eva said she was worried that she wasn’t doing right by Frank. Was it fair she let him love her – his secret love - his forbidden love? She had cried a little over that, and she asked her mother the easiest question there is: ‘why?’ Questions with no answers are always the easiest. Her mother had laughed, and asked Eva if she thought hers was the first forbidden love. She said a forbidden love is too special to waste on everybody, and her and Frank should rejoice in it. A forbidden love only admits a true love, and she told Eva that it was her duty to make sure Frank understood that, just in case he was too stupid to see it for himself. On a night that her mother was feeling especially good, she stayed awake and let Eva ask about her father. This was something she never indulged in before. Eva had only a few fading memories of a man much older than her mother, and now she wanted to know everything. Her mother answered what she could; knowing not all of it would live up to Eva’s fantasies. Her father had been a functional alcoholic who suffered from bouts of depression all his life. He had spent years as a salesman, and had many loyal customers. The last year of his life, Eva’s dad had made better than a quarter million dollars in commissions. The money was going to be used to start his own business, and he had a Rolodex full of clients he was going to walk away with to get the business off the ground. He had distrusted banks and the government, and he stored his money inside the walls of their tidy house. He had let the insurance policy lapse, and shortly after the fire consumed their dreams, her father took his own life. This morning, the day of Eva’s 14th birthday, she had sensed her mother was ready. Eva had opened a dingy window and they watched a beautiful sunrise together. Her mother had said not a word watching it, but smiled at some last memory. Eva remembered the sun coming up at Frank’s house after the first time they made love. She hoped her mother remembered that life could be so exquisite. Eva had made a brew of bitter tea and a few tears. She served her mother a cup on a saucer, and arranged some Pepperidge Farm cookies on a plate, but her mother did not touch them. Eva held her mother’s hand and told her of beautiful hopes while her mother drank in the splendor of her daughter even as she drank the tea. Both were silently thankful for this time together, and thankful for a peaceful passing. Eva had stopped crying a while ago, and both her and Frank listened to each other’s hearts beating in rhythm. She looked up and stared for a long time into Frank’s eyes. She looked older today, her birthday, and Frank thought never more beautiful. “Frank?” “Yes, love?” (sigh) “I love you.” “Frank?” “Yes, my darling?” “Is there anything you need?” “Only your needs, Eva” “I don’t have any more needs. I don’t need as much as I thought.” “Only for now, Eva” “Only for now…, what do you mean?” Frank held her face in his hands, and she closed her eyes while he tenderly kissed the corners of her mouth. Eva slowly opened her eyes and blushed deeply. Everything about them was in tune, and she listened to her heart, and knew what he was going to say. “Eva, soon I will plant a garden in you.” She thought of her mother’s words, and beamed from ear to ear. “I will grow the best garden.” Frank loved to watch her smile. He fell in love anew, every time she did. “I hope you have them two at a time, Eva. Being that close to your heart for nine months - you’ll spoil a lone child. It will never want to leave.” “I can do that, Frank. I pay dividends.” “That’s why I always believe in you.” “God, Frank; you sure do.”
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By the time I noticed the holes in the wall, I was twenty with a toddler . My husband, baby and I shared an apartment with his younger brother. I noticed the smaller holes by the towel rack first. There was two small holes. I figured they were from old screws from a previous rack. The next week I noticed more. A bit bigger and more strategically placed. The other side of the wall was my brother in laws room. This couldn't be what I thought. My brother in law Nick hated me. I could always feel his hard glare. The way he looked at me. His dark eyes glared right through me. I'd known him for years. But he was so quiet I really didn't know much. The thought of him watching me scared me. I'd been through some hard shit when I was growing up, I hated being watched. I hated being scared. I started to place the towel draped so that nothing could be seen . I was constantly nervous ....But at the same time , it made my nipples hard. It turned me on to know he wanted to see me. He was sixteen. Of course anyone with tits could turn on a teenager. Weeks went by, no new holes appeared. I started to miss the thought of him watching me . I started to leave the towel down. I even went into his room and seen what view was hidden behind the hot rod poster on his wall. I stood on the exact spot that would give him the best view of my nipples when I came out the shower . Nothing. I came out the shower and he was no where to be seen. Of course, if the father of my baby wasn't interested , the man I had been fucking for years at this point, how could I keep a high schooler interested ? I couldn't keep my mind off him. I started looking at him more often. He had some of the features his brother did. The ones I loved. But Nick was always so angry. And quiet. And so articulate , his older brother was so outgoing and boisterous and loved a party, maybe a bit too much . Nick was a pretty boy. He liked fast cars and expensive things. Come to think about it he was more my type. I was so turned on. The baby was asleep. Time for a shower. I knew he was home. His car just went past my window after school. I was so turned on. I heard that a cold shower made your skin taught, made your body look firmer , I put it on cold, my nipples instantly beaded. I sucked in my breath, maybe it wasn't worth it. I turned the water warmer. Funny how the faucet in our stand up shower had a loose fitting. The faucet itself was fine. It was the cover around it that was missing screws. It spun freely. Showing the darkness of the closet on the other side of the wall. My pulse quickened. This was the new peep hole! I lathered. Using the shampoo from my hair to soap every inch. Spending special attention washing my big soapy tits. Let's face it , I was a soft squishy mother. Not obese but no shape for a bathing suit. I rubbed them and let my hand go down to lather my pussy lips. I wasn't shaved bare back then. Trimmed to a small patch . I added more shampoo to my hand to give extra bubbles and lather my lips , inside and out. I can never fully cum if I masterbate standing. Satisfied with the show I had just given , I turned off the water. Not bothering to pose at the former peep hole , I went to finish up in my room. Weeks of showering extra long times or entirely too often went by. I was asleep in my bed. Dead asleep, when I feel the softest touch on my breast. Enough to wake me up but not enough to make me open my eyes, I inhaled deeply. The touching was gone. I went back to sleep. It was time for school, and Nick comes to my door, "Holly I'm sorry. I'll never do it again . Sorry" He left and I proceed to finger myself for an hour. I had a full fledged crush on this kid. This was our new game. Me sleeping and showering him watching and touching. Finally I watch a movie with him, the ever absent husband out with his friends . I spread a blanket over the both of us and let him touch my titties with no bra. This was fucking amazing. The attention I craved and an eager kid to learn. Time moves on and we move away. Nick had the apartment to himself but had the cell phone to call me. He was a virgin. And he was greedy with the experiences I give him. He was an amazing kisser and touched me gently. He called one day. Everyone is gone. This was my chance. I leave my baby with the neighbor and drive to spend time with my new lover. I walk into the room. No knocking. And straddle Nick while he sits on the couch. I kiss him hard on the lips. His hands are everywhere. Squeezing my tits. He's not confident enough to strip me. To go under the shirt. I lead him to his room . And push him on his bed on his back and unbuckle his jeans. Pull his hard cock out of the slit in his boxers and lick it up and down. I take my pants off and squat over him. I lower myself down on his cock , watching his face the whole time. My pussy is wet. I've never had a problem with not having lube. I kiss him and start to ride him. Slow and deliberate rocking of my pelvis bringing him in and out of me . Watching his face, listening to him breathe in my ear. Kissing his neck and face. It was his first time. I wanted to make sure it was all about him. So he remembered it , remembered how or felt for his cock to be inside me . I moved faster now. Holding my weight on my feet so I could control the depth of him inside me. His eyes closed and I could see he was ready. Fast fast until I felt him shoot, I go down hard and slow now. Deliberate in squeezing my pussy tight around him. Like it was swallowing his cum up . Soaking up the juices of our hot affair. I may not interest his brother, but I have him coming back for more all the time. I hope to be his first and his last
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As I'm asleep in your bed, flashbacks of the night before wake you to a soaking wetness between your thighs. At first, you think of simply masturbating while lying next to me. But the proximity of pleasure giver quickly persuades you to climb aboard. You straddle my waist, planting kisses along my chest. Oddly enough, it feels forbidden but right. You reach behind your soft cheeks and stroke my waking member. With you free hand, you cup your breast teasing your nipple in the process. You can feel your wetness as your juices begin to coat my abdomen in a light sheen of your excitement. You adjust your hips, roll and slip the head of my thick dick between your juicy and pink lips. Your juices make for a slightly slicker than usual penetration, but between your tightness and my girth, you still have to push down into my lap. I awaken feeling my throbbing cock being enveloped by your tender and sopping pussy. I put my hands on your hips and guide your dance as you sink deeper. You feel that familiar pressure as my cock reaches your cervix and pushes on your walls. You roll your hips again bottoming out and taking me balls deep. You feel so full, so alive... Especially when each throb of my swelling dick sends bolts of electricity through your core. Just minutes before, you might have been concerned with waking your roommate. She's expressed to you her many frustrations but certainly her inability to see her boyfriend during the quarantine. But here you are, whimpering like a little slut trying to keep quiet while fucking yourself on your favorite dick. You feel your first orgasm build and you cease to care. You moan aloud shivering from excitement while you ride. My clench on your waist encouraging you to indulge yourself. Your head rocks back as your orgasm crashes into your pussy. I can feel you squeezing as I thrust my hips up into your womb. "Fuck!" you scream, surely waking your friend in the next room. The creaking bed giving away our actions, your bucking hips taking direction from your increasing levels of sweet pleasure. You recognize the subtle but distinct humming sound. She's masturbating. The thought of her vibing her pussy while listening to you get fucked triggers another release, this time squirting on me and splashing as your hips thrash. Your phone vibrates illuminating the room in it's artificial glow. You put a finger to my lips as you reach for the device. It's your boyfriend, fuck! He's sent you a dick pic with the caption "we miss you". The erect penis in the photograph gives you pause, it's not enough. Your pussy squeezes hard as you feel a slight pang of guilt as you feel my throbbing member kiss your cervix again. The finger on my lips slips between my lips and I bite before sucking on the digit. Another shot of pleasure. Your head shoots back again as you cum on my cock once more. Your body shakes and a finger accidentally hits the phone icon before you place the phone face down. The unmistakable sound of vibrations are now accompanied by gentle moans and the sound of wet, slick skin being manipulated. We can both hear your roommates ragged breathing in the next room between our own moans and whimpers. What we can't hear is the "hello??" on your phone. But what your boyfriend hears is the clear sound of a woman in the throes of ecstacy. Unsure of his emotions, his inferior cock convinces him to enjoy and savor. His hand works itself around his member and tugs as he listens to you cumming. We change positions, me pushing your head into the pillows and pulling your hips in the air. "I'm about to fuck the shit outta this pussy... MY pussy" I announce. You purr, "Yes, sir, fuck your pussy". I push through your swollen and gaping lips, forcing any trapped air out. The resulting sound giving way to you walls suctioning around my length. I grab your hips, pulling you back. "oh fuck, you get so deep like this!" you exclaim, your roommate shrieks next door reminding you that we have an audience. I proceed to thrust and pummel your pussy into submission just like I had done hours before, before the roommate arrived home. Pulling your head back by your hair, I grab a tit on one hand as I fuck you with dominance and power from behind. Your pussy dripping wet and the sound of increased breathing signals your moment of truth. Your hand reaches back to my hip in a futile attempt to get me to pull out. I push in deeper fucking you harder and faster. The waves of your orgasm take over. Your only concern is your pleasure. Your hands clench balling up the sheets in their grasp. That familiar sensation... My swelling, forcing, flexing... A hard slap to your ass cheeks! "OH FUCK, CUM IN ME!!!!" You scream. A thud in the next room and sound of a vibrator on a hardwood floor. Your secret caller's semen coating his fist wrapped around his rapidly shrinking penis. My cock lodged deep, throbbing and erupting... Spraying it's seed deep inside, it's warmth radiating through your precious pussy. Your body thrashes as you cum once again reeling at the sensation of my cum spewing into your unprotected and fertile womb. You pass out. You awake just a few moments later disoriented. A buzz from your phone. A text message from "BF". "I don't know if I should be pissed off or not, but that was hot as hell. I guess we'll talk about it later though." It read. You shrug confused before checking the message he sent earlier only to realize that at some point you called him in the middle of the night. "oh fuck" you mutter to yourself before realizing I'm no longer there. Your hand traces the outline of my form imprinted on the sheet. A tingle in your pussy. A groan. But from who? You exit the bedroom and hear slurping. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, you see me holding two glasses of water naked, your roommate, also naked, kneeling in front of me, my dick in her mouth.... Her sloppy wet blowjob suggesting she enjoyed the performance. You and I make eye contact. I look down at the roommate, "How does she taste?" "Mmmmm.... So good"
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A Night To Remember...(Part 2) I was losing my mind, The thought of my sisters mouth wrapped around my cock was driving me nuts now. It's been since the trip down here since we played last and I can't get her off of my mind. She walks around swaying her ass back and forth begging for more but it's a little trickier now with both Mom and Dad around. We take advantage of one another every time we walk by each other and nobody is around. I slide my fingers across the outside of her pants feeling her pussy instantly get wet and warm while she rubs on my cock through my shorts and then move about our business. Finally one night the parents decided they were going to go out for a little bit, leaving us by ourselves. No problem there. The time went by so slow as they were getting dressed and leaving. Finally after leaving we let lose, after giving them time to get to where they were going of course. I sat down on the floor in front of the couch with my sister sitting down on the couch directly beside me, her legs beside my face as I slowly creep my hand up her soft delicate legs reaching for her pussy. The time went by fast as I had her moaning on the couch from my two fingers thrusting in and out. She grabbed me and pulled me up reaching for my face and our lips locked, making out on the couch while I rub my cock on her pussy through my shorts. Her moans began to get louder as I put more pressure against her. We stood up and decided to get away from the front door in case our parents came home. Now in the bathroom we start to take each others clothes off kissing each others bodies as every piece of clothing flew across the floor. I pull her closely to me as she grasps my dick making it instantly hard while I slide a finger down her body and start massaging her clit. Suddenly I slightly bend her over the sink revealing her pussy from behind her...Something I still haven't fucked yet. While proceeding I start to kiss her from her neck down to her back massaging both of her holes with my fingers as I worked my way down and suddenly I reach her ass and begin making twirls around her hole with my tongue causing her to twitch and make a high pitch moan, The sound of her was driving me nuts and I knew it was almost time to go further...She stood up, turned around, and sat me down on the toilet(with it closed of course). Grasping my dick she started licking and sucking on my balls making my blood boil in my cock as it pulsed in her hand. After getting my balls all nice and wet she insisted on licking up and down my shaft and sucking on my head while twirling her tongue around it until she stopped and told me my precum was amazing. Her eyes so green as she looked up at me with a smile and told me she loved me and stuck my throbbing cock down her throat. She started of softly and slowly not going in to deep, Then went to shoving it back down her throat to the point she started gagging with tears coming out of her eyes. While sucking on my cock I reached past her ass and slid a finger back in her ass once again causing her Blowjob to intensify. Suddenly she looks up at me and tells me she wants me to fuck her. I go to get off of the toilet when she instantly throws me back down and whips her legs around mine and grabs my cock directing it toward her ass. The pressure of her tight hole wrapped around my cock until it finally let loose as she let out a slight moan of pain. She slowly eased herself down on me going as deep as possible and raising back up again starting off slow and then going faster with every squat. Her moans so loud she comes in for a kiss and bites on my lip to keep from yelling. We continue on and she stops and reaches in for another kiss and we move over to the bathtub as she completely bends over holding onto the side of the tub and spreads her ass again. I got tired of ass and aimed it for her pussy but she declined letting me know that it was too risky for us to do it there so I didn't hesitate and instantly stuck it back in her now wet hole. The feeling of her insides wrapping around me made me thrust hard and she didn't cover up anymore yelling in pain and pleasure, telling me to fuck her harder. Just the sound of her being happy was enough to get me off as I continued to pound her harder with each thrust. My cock started pulsing harder and I was getting close so I let her know. She looked back at me with a smile and said I want your cream inside of my bubby. I was shocked at first but that was enough to do it. I grabbed her sides and began taking deeper thrusts while the overwhelming feeling came about me and I suddenly released inside of her holding it in her deep as I sprayed hard making her moan with every squirt and letting me know she could feel it. we sat in the bathroom for a second holding each other and letting one another know how much better we felt after the long wait. I watched as she put her clothes back on and the cum started creeping its way out of her, she didn't bother to wipe or clean it she just put her pants on and enjoyed the feeling of her brothers love inside of her...
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As a guy of 24, I naturally had an eye for the ladies. I would check them out in the shops, walking down the street, wherever. I'd also play the pulling game on a Saturday night, and try my luck with whoever took my fancy. Sometimes I would fail, left to go home alone and put on some porn, and sometimes I'd get lucky and fuck some girl that I may or may not regret in the morning. Eventually though, I found a girl who was more than a fuck. Granted, we started off that way, but I found myself still wanting to fuck her even after a few months. So then I decided that I might knock the single life on the head and try settling down. Thankfully, Gina was also thinking the same as me and agreed to become my girlfriend. Now this was unusual for me, after living the good life for about 4 years, but I thought she was worth it. Beautiful long hair, eyes you could stare into for days, and just sweet, sweet tits... A few more months passed, and me and Gina were still going strong. We were spending a lot of time together, the sex was great, and I was actually happy. It was the longest I'd ever been in my life without fantasising about other women. I didn't need to with Gina, I had what I wanted. One Friday evening we were heading into town to meet some of Gina's friends in a local club, and they were from a particular circle of friends that had meant, for one reason or another, that I hadn't met any of them. There was a small group of three that we were meeting and I was looking forward to a few drinks and getting drunk, but mainly getting home so I could fuck my girlfriend into the night. We walk into the club and Gina waves over as she see's her friends in the corner. I follow over behind, glancing quickly at the bar, but knowing that the polite thing to do was say hello first. Even if it meant throwing myself in to a night of listening to women talking over and over about subjects that I had little or no interest in. As I got there, Gina introduced me and I said a polite hello to the first two, Saidy and Jo. I then turned to see the third, who Gina introduced as 21 year old Charlotte, and her beauty struck me. I was in awe. She had shoulder length blonde hair, with piercing green eyes that I felt burn straight into me. She had full lips that were pulling me to her. Now Gina had told me on the way (not that I was paying much attention at the time) that Charlotte had recently had a boobjob. All of a sudden I was paying an interest! She was wearing a semi see-through black top that was quite low cut and teased her lacy black bra underneath. Her newly formed DD's sat there perfectly, and left a cleavage outline on top, in full view. They were incredible. I quickly realised that I had been staring, and tried to divert my eyes. However all that happened is that they wandered down her body, and over her thigh high skirt. This girl wasn't shy. And for a short girl, had deceptively long legs. I asked Gina to go to the bar for me, and sat myself down next to Charlotte, who was very welcoming. I introduced myself and made small talk, carefully trying to avoid staring at her chest. This had become difficult as the closer I'd got to her, the better the angle to see down her top, and my view had upgraded from a bulging cleavage, to having a birds eye view that went down to the laced edge of her bra, which barely covered her nipple. Gina came back with the drinks and the conversation turned back to the group. Drinks then started to flow more rapidly, and it became a normal boozy night out as we all knocked back more and more drink. Saidy had then brought up the subject of Charlotte's boyfriend, Mike. Now at this point, my heart seemed to sink. I don't know why, because I had Gina, but I knew the thought of Charlotte being taken wasn't a pleasant one. As the conversation progressed though, it seemed that Mike wasn't in Charlotte's good books. He'd done the usual, boys nights out, neglecting her etc etc, but it was when she mentioned sex that my ears pricked up. Apparently sex wasn't Mike's forte. Charlotte had been growing tired of his selfish loving, and claimed that the only orgasms she's had in the last couple of months were from her new toy. At this point I can't lie, I had the image of Charlotte in my head, laying back on here bed, completely naked with her legs spread wide as she slid her new toy into her pussy... ...Yet I was quickly snapped out of it by a comment Charlotte made. 'I bet you don't have that problem do you Gina' giving me a gentle squeeze near my groin in the process. 'I bet your new man knows how to make a woman tick.' I didn't even hear my girlfriend's reaction as my eyes started right into Charlotte's, who hadn't yet removed her hand from my groin. In fact, it was moving further up... Charlotte then got up to go to the ladies, and I made my excuses to go to the gents. My mind was full of Charlotte, her incredible tits, and the raging erection she'd given me from a simple squeeze. I was in this world of my own as I walked into the gents, and felt someone walk in behind me. I only realised it was Charlotte as she spun me round and locked her lips onto mine. I was in shock. I didn't expect it at all, firstly she's Gina's friend, but evenso, not many woman are that forward. And I couldn't kiss her, I was in a committed relationship. A happy relationship. Which is why it shocked me even more that I was kissing her back. I was kissing her back, feeling the same butterflies as a 13 year old having their first kiss. This woman was beautiful, and dressed like that she look stunning. If I was single would have been doing everything in my power to get her home between my sheets. And yet, here I am, a taken man, and I still cannot resist her. Her hands gripped my side, and I instantly grabbed hold of the side of her head as the passion ran through us. There was no backing out now. My cock knew this too, as I felt myself get hard for -the second time tonight. She knew this to as her hand reached down and ran over the front of my jeans. I almost exploded, the rush ran through me and I pushed her into the cubicle and up against the wall. My hands wandered lower this time, and my fingers ran over her breasts, underneath her bra, and ran over her nipple. I felt a shiver from her, clearly Mike had been neglecting these fabulous tits. I ripped off her bra and kissed her chest, working over her nipples with my tongue. It felt amazing, these tits were perfect, they sat on her chest as pert as when she had a bra on, and felt so smooth to the touch. Charlotte then undid my button, and dropped my jeans to the floor. In just my boxers you could see how hard I was, and she eagerly pulled my hard cock out and guided it under her skirt. I then felt the outline of her sweet, wet pussy with the end of my cock. She didn't have any panties on! This turned me on even more, the slutty nature of this stunning girl meant I had to have her. I slid my cock inside her and heard her moan as each inch went further in. I pushed her back against the wall, thrusting into her warm inviting pussy. She lifted her leg to pull me in closer, and begged me to fuck her harder. I ripped off her dress to see her amazing figure standing there, but didn't get distracted from my rhythm, and got harder and harder as she asked to be fucked like the cheating slut that she was. It was then that I remembered we both had partners. We were both cheating. Yet for some reason I got an even bigger urge in my loins and felt myself even more turned on - probably the most I ever have been. I turned her round and bent her over slightly so I could fuck her from behind, hearing her tits slam against the wall in the process. She then shouted 'I'm coming!' so loud that I'm sure people just outside must have heard. Hearing her say that was the final straw. I felt a massive surge through my body as I fired load after load into my screaming slut... I'd had one of the best orgasms I had ever had and was feeling completely satisfied as she stood up and turned to face me in all her glory, with my cum dripping down her legs. I took one last mental photograph as we went back out to the group, acting as if nothing had happened. I think I'll be encouraging Gina to be arranging more nights out with this group of friends...
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I'm 16, 5'10 and I weigh about 150 pounds. I don't have a six pack but I'm not fat. I don't consider myself gay. But I do feel I'm rather bisexual and here's why. I like girls, a lot, as much as the streightest straight guy there is. However, there's this kid in my English class, his name is Steven, he plays lacrosse and football, so you can imagine how athletic he is. He has an amazing six pack, perfect pecs and biceps you could just take a bite of. He was about the same age as me I think (give or take a few months..but whatever). He's also just about the king of popularity in my school. Anybody who's anybody knows who he is. For myself, I wasn't "popular" but I wasn't hated, considered an outcast, or a nerd, but I was average. Well, I guess you could say above average, mostly thanks to my being on the varsity hockey team but I was nothing special. Just another face in the crowd I guess. Anyways, back to the story...we were sort of friends, in other words we were comfortable around each other. We talked, we joked around, we sometimes helped each other (we sat next to each other in class). Anyways, one day after school I was in the locker room cleaning out my locker and getting ready for a shower, because I was running the track for a while to stay in shape. The lacrosse team was just leaving, celebrating after a win. Steven came in as everyone was leaving because he had to help the coach clean up the field. He also had to shower. His locker was the second locker to the left of mine so we were about six feet away from each other. He was sweaty, dirty, fucking sexy as hell. We just causally talked, "what's up man" he said. "Nothin really, just ran the track for a while. You guys won I assume, haha" I said. He laughed and said "hell yea we did, killed those bitches!" As we kept on talking I took my shirt off, he was taking his pads off. I began to get semi erect sense I fantasize about this kid about every night. In a panic I turned around so he couldn't see my half full dick. I pulled my under armour gym shorts off, then my workout boxers. As I quickly wrapped around my towel I tucked my dick between my legs, then turned back hoping he didn't see anything. He was now taking his shirt off revealing his amazing six pack and chest that I wanted to cover with my cum. Just as he pulled down his pants, only leaving his boxers left I was sure I was going to get rock solid in a matter of seconds. So I grabbed my soap and shut my locker. Just as I was about to turn the corner, I looked back at him quickly one last time. "See you in there!" He said and then to my surprise winked at me. I just played it off and just have him a quick nod with my head. The showers in my school aren't open showers they're almost like big stalls with a Curtin in front. As I turned mine on, I hear him yelling to me "hey can turn one on for me?" Of coarse I quickly replied with a "sure!" Being the clever one I am, I turned on the one directly across from me so maybe I could get a peak of him. I heard him walking towards the showers so I quickly went in my shower stall and shut the Curtin. I saw him walk through the opening. He didn't have a towel on! He was completely naked!! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Still peaking through the Curtin I instantly became rock hard. My 6" dick was throbbing, I haven't been this hard in my life! My eyes were glued to his 4" soft piece of meat. His perfectly hanging balls complemented his whole package. His balls were somewhat bigger than mine but other than that we were about the same, to my knowledge, I've only seen his soft dick, it could have been twice my size hard for all I knew. He turned to open the Curtin and I saw his amazingly shaped ass. Hairless, smooth, I was going crazy. I could have shot my cum with about three strokes if I wanted. To my amazement, he didn't shut the Curtin behind him! I had to be dreaming, millions off thoughts were racing through my mind. Getting ahead of myself I was thinking, wait Stevens straight, he's had sex with about five girls that I know of and who knows how many blow jobs. Why would he want me. In probably the boldest move I've ever made to date, I opened my Curtin, revealing my rock hard 6 incher and he did nothing but stare into my eyes then went down to my cock. I took a few steps towards him and he did the same. My heart was racing, dick throbbing, balls hanging low and warm. Suddenly, he started to get erect. His dick filled and shot up to 7 inches. We both slowly looked up to each other's eyes again. We moved closer and closer and then the tips of our cocks were rubbing against each other. The feeling was indescribable!! I said to him "what if someone sees?" Then said back in a low, sexy, and eager tone "I locked the door, no one's gettin in here" with that I took the opportunity and took his thick warm cock, tip covered in pre cum. He did the same to me and we began stroking each other. Slowly we sped up and without warning, I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life. His hand drenched in my hot creamy stuff. I managed to shot a good 4 ropes of gizz onto his dreamy six pack. Not to long after he shot an unimaginable amount of cum all over me. In about 10 full shots of his hot stuff, he covered my hands, it was all over my stomach, covered my dick and it dripped onto my partly hairy balls. "Fuck man, holy shit. That was awesome!" I said. "We're not even close to done" he said. we both became semi erect for a few seconds and quickly became rock hard again. With that, he got on his knees and his face was inches from my dick. He slowly stroked it a few times, using both of our loads as lube. After about ten amazing strokes, he stopped, looked up at me, smiled, and I felt and watched his warm smooth mouth wrap around my six inches. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft, base to head. I was in paradise. I was also amazed at how good he was at this. I asked him if this is his first time giving head to a guy. With that he slowly took his mouth off of my cock and said with some shame "no, not at all. I've sucked about everyone on the lacrosse team. One by one I sucked them dry. I have a lot of experience" he locked his lips and went to town on my cock. Bobbing up and down faster and faster I said "oh Fuck I'm gonna gizz" he sucked harder and went all the way to my base and was almost kissing my pubes with my cock in the middle. Then I came. I shot about 8 ropes of warm smooth cum into his mouth and he took it all. Every last bit was swallowed. He stood up and at the same time I went to standing on my knees. I decided to do this a little different than him, this being the first time I've sucked a guys dick. I licked his head and all up and down every inch of his cock. Tasting his salty, but sweet at the same time, gizz. I then went down a bit further and took one of his balls in. Rolling out around in my mouth. I moved back up to his head and wrapped my lips around his warm meaty thick cock. I then slowly went in about 5 inches and was gagging. I felt a hand on the back of my head. He was forcing my head all the way down his dick. I eventually was able to take all 7 inches. His dick in my mouth was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt, almost as good as it felt when he was sucking me. I bobbed my head up and down the same way he did. With one hand I was squeezing his perfectly shaped and toned ass. With the other I was stroking my dick. After about 3 minutes, I felt his dick tense up and I knew he was going to shot his load. He let out a loud moan and shot another good 10 ropes of gizz. Just as he came, I shot onto the floor. My mouth was filled with his amazing juice. Warm, creamy, overflowing my mouth. He was shooting in more than I was swallowing. When I managed to finish the rest off, I got up and we went into the shower stall. I licked every inch of his body. From his dreamy pecs to his amazing shaped ass. I then went to his asshole. Sucking and lubing it with the left over cum in my mouth. Then, with my pre lubed cock put my head to his ass crack awaiting approval. "Oh God Fuck me, Fuck me!!" He yelled. I slowly inserted my dick into his tight ass. It was very hard to get through, he moaned in pain at first. Then I managed to slip into him. I waited a minute, all six inches of me in his ass. This was the best experience of my entire life. I slowly started to pull out, up to the start of my head, then going back in again. Ever so slightly I continued. His moans of pain soon became moans of pleasure. I was going faster now. Faster and faster. I was going to explode. He yelled one last time and I shot an amazing load into him. When I pulled out, his ass was dripping with cum. Then he turned me over, on my hands and knees and bent down as well. With his mouth he sucked my asshole for about ten minutes. It seemed like forever. The feeling was insane. Then he rested his dick head onto my asshole. He slowly pushed in and the first inch and a half went in smoothly. He then proceeded to shove the rest of his 7 incher into me. I screamed in pain. He was not going easy on me. Faster and faster and faster he shoved his cock into my tight ass. It quickly became unimaginably pleasurable. I almost came just from him fucking me from behind. Then without warning, I felt a warm sensation. I knew he came inside of me. He was moaning in pleasure and we were both breathing heavily. We got up and washed each other off. Rubbing soap over every part of our bodies. We washed off and went back to the lockers. We dried off and got dressed. We talked for a few minutes, almost as if nothing had happened, it was kinda hot. But the hottest part about this was I had a huge secrete with the most popular guy in my freshman class! I said bye and turned for the door. Just as I turned he slapped me on the ass. Saying "I'm having friends over Friday, just some guys. You should come. I'll text you." I agreed and left. I was still in shock thinking about the events that just happened. And the ones that might be about to come. Needless to say, I had plenty to Jack off to for the next nights ahead. If you guys like this I'll write part 2 I have a lot of hot ideas ;)
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When my cousin Elaine and I were growing up, she would come over with her family and she and I would play . We played all kinds of young kid’s games. My favorite was a cowboy and Indian mixed with hide and seek game. I always liked being the one to catch her. Of course I had to wrestle with my “captive”, holding her down, sometimes rolling her over and straddling her. I might even playfully smack her little ass as “punishment” for something I accused her of which usually consisted of some joke she had played on me in the past. Sometimes I’d grab her wrists and ankles and tie them with rope. I’d whoop and holler like a banshee. She’d shriek and threaten me and eventually I’d untie her and we’d laugh and go on playing. By the time we were sixteen Elaine had developed into a beautiful girl. She had an absolutely stunning face, long black hair, and a nicely proportioned body. She proudly sported c-cup breasts and a perfectly rounded ass that just cried out to be touched. We saw each other at school but we rarely visited anymore. She had her cheerleading and boyfriends. I had a job after school and a girlfriend or two so we just didn’t have much opportunity to get together. This ended one weekend…. Her parents and mine had gone to the beach for a few days. I was at home and the phone rang. Elaine had finished cheerleading practice and her boyfriend, who was supposed to give her a ride home, had to work late so Elaine called me and asked if I could take her home. I said I’d be glad to. Within a half hour we were at her house. She invited me in and we went to the family room to watch TV. She still had her cheerleading uniform on and I kept sneaking glances at her. Her royal blue skirt barely hid her gold panties much less her tanned and toned legs. Her blue sweater vest stretched nicely over her tits . Yes, my cousin had filled out nicely! I guess I had always thought of Elaine as a playmate when we were little. But not anymore! Now I found myself looking at her like most of the guys looked at her….a beautiful, sexy girl waiting for her knight in shining armor to make her his own! I could feel a stirring in my cock as I looked at how beautiful she’d become. Elaine caught me looking a couple times and smiled but said nothing. After a while we got bored with TV and Elaine suggested we go to her room to just chill and listen to CD’s. We plopped down across the bed. She was laying on her stomach with her arms scrunching up her pillow for her head. I was on my side, head propped up by one hand facing her so we could talk and I could enjoy her curvy ass and long legs as she lay there. “We had some fun times when we were kids didn’t we?” I asked, reminiscing. “Yeah, we sure did.” she said with a giggle. After a few minutes Elaine continued “I remember a few times in particular!” looking over at me with a mischievous grin. “Which times were those?” ”Oh, think about it Ken….you’ll figure it out!” she giggled as she glanced pointedly at my crotch! “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I said, rolling over to hide the growing evidence that I DID know what she was talking about! “I saw you looking at me earlier Cuz. Remember the times, I think we were maybe 12 or so? You had me on my stomach, straddling my legs, your cock against my ass and you always got a hard on?” And you honestly thought I hadn’t noticed?! …well …DUH!” “ I-I guess I was hoping.”, I said, a bit embarrassed but excited too that she’d bring up a subject like that. ”Looked a minute ago like you’re “hoping” again!” My face turned beet red. Then, out of the blue, she changed the subject and asked me to get her a Coke from their fridge. I went to their kitchen, all the while thinking about our talk. I brought a Coke back to her. As I lay there, she took the Coke and shook it up. I guess I still had a dumb question mark over my head when she suddenly popped the tab just as she directed it toward me! “And here’s your payback!” As she laughed and laughed, Coke sprayed all over my face and hair. I scrambled off the bed and headed to her bathroom to clean up. “That’s gonna cost you!” I threatened, wiping my eyes and laughing as I closed the door. “Just like old times huh Cuz?” she called through the door. After I finished washing my face and rubbing what Coke I could out of my hair I dried off. Hanging on a hook on the back of the door was her bathrobe. The robe had a terry cloth belt and instantly I knew what MY pay back was going to be! Removing the belt from its loops I tucked it in my back pocket. When I came out Elaine was still sprawled on her bed and she had put her headphones on and was lost in whatever song was filling her ears. Walking up behind her I noticed that her skirt was short enough that a little triangle of her gold panties was showcased by the royal blue of her skirt. Once again my cock started to speak to me making sure I noticed her legs, so perfectly toned and tanned from her cheerleading, were slightly parted. A tiny ribbon of gold traced down between them covering secrets I could only imagine in my dreams! God how I’d like to grab those panties and rip them off that perfect ass of hers! I came up to the edge of the bed, straddling her feet that were hanging over the side. “Hey!!!” She shrieked, pulling off her headphones, as I pounced on the bed, a knee on each side of her hips. She tried to turn over but I outweighed her by a hundred pounds or so and I simply held her shoulders down. She fought like a banshee but it was useless. Then I grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind her. “Oh no you don’t!!!” she giggled with a half hysterical yell as she tried to turn over. But she was no match. In moments I grabbed the other wrist and soon had both held firmly behind her. I pulled out the belt and securely tied her wrists together behind her. Once finished I stopped to admire my handiwork. “Damn you Ken! Let me go! We’re too old for this stuff now!” she spat. “Oh but we’re not too old to spew Coke on each other are we? No little one, you’re going to be punished for your “crime”!” “What’s my punishment? Gonna pour Coke on me?” she mocked. “No….I was thinking the punishment should be what bad girls usually get……a good old fashioned spanking!” “Nooo! I won’t allow it! Let me go right now you beast!” she yelled with a half-serious laugh. She began kicking her legs and tugging at her bonds. “You made a bargain and you’re gonna abide by it!” “No I will not! You let me up!” and she kicked even harder. I sat down on the bed beside her. “Damn you! Untie me this instant!” By now her skirt had pretty much worked its way up to her waist and her gold panties were totally on display. “My goodness Cuz, you do have a beautiful ass! And it looks sooooo good covered in gold!” I teased as I playfully slapped it. “You stop messing with my ass you jerk!” she shrieked. “You didn’t mind me looking at it earlier now did you?” I countered. “Ooooooohhhhh, just let me up or you’re gonna be sooooo sorry!” “Get ready you bad girl! “Nooo!!! Owww! Stop! Oh God Ken that hurts!!! “ she pled as I smacked her ass a few times. “Are you learning your lesson Elaine? Learning that bad girls get punished?” I teased. “Yes! Yes! I’ve learned my lesson! Now untie me!” wiggling her ass all around fighting at her bonds. “Oh I’m not finished with you yet little girl!” “Owwww!!!...Oh please!!! Stop!!!” she begged as several more smacks were applied. “Not quite yet little girl.” I knew I hadn’t spanked her THAT hard. I placed my hands firmly on each ass cheek and squeezed. She wiggled her ass but said nothing. I slid my hands up until my fingers gripped the waistband of her panties. “I want to see if your ass is as fine as what my cock’s been imagining Elaine!” “No! You can’t do that!” “Just watch me girl!” and with that I slowly peeled her panties down. She bucked and twisted but that only helped the panties on their journey. First there was the little dimples where her cheeks first began to swell; then the lovely crease between them. Finally the panties were simply a wad of fabric circling the very top of her thighs. I placed a hand on each cheek and began massaging and stroking them, not even hearing her protests. Grabbing the cheeks firmly and pushed them upward a bit spread them apart enough that her anus was winking at me. My cock felt like it was about ready to explode! And then her body betrayed her. Although she was struggling and twisting and threatening everything under the sun, I noticed a couple drops of moisture on her perineum. Grabbing her hair and turning her head to one side I taunted her. “You’re liking this aren’t you Cuz?” “Noooo! Let me up! I hate you!” she spat. “We’ll see about that!” With that I began slowly sliding two fingers down the crease of her ass cheeks. She tightened her cheeks to thwart me. I raised my hand and smacked her ass hard! “OW!!”, she cried “Relax your ass Cuz! Or there’s many more smacks in store!” After a moment she reluctantly relaxed her ass cheeks. “That’s better!” as my fingers journeyed down her crease. On their way, I circled her anus a few times. Elaine closed her eyes and a small sigh slipped from her lips. Just beyond her asshole I touched her perineum lightly. My fingertips collected some of her juices and slowly spread them around her anus and downward, stroking the beginnings of her pussy lips. After a few moments she moaned again and her hips began to move in rhythm. I stood up and wrapped one arm around her feet. Before she knew what was happening, I grabbed her wadded panties and stripped them totally off her, while avoiding her half-hearted kicking and twisting. I sat down beside her. “Open your legs for me Elaine.” I ordered “N-no. I-I can’t. I won’t!” “Smack!!” another slap to her ass quickly brought her defiance to an end and she opened her legs a bit. “Wider!” I commanded and another smack convinced her legs to open nicely. Two fingers now slipped deep into her pussy which was wet with desire. I began finger-fucking her, curving my fingers a bit so the tips stroked her g-spot nicely. Every third or fourth stroke I’d let them slip out and down and back on each side of her clit rubbing circles around her hard nub before filling her pussy once again. She began grunting and panting in cadence with my thrusts. I grabbed her hair again. “Tell me what you want Elaine.” shoving my fingers in deep and hard. “F-fuck me Cuz!” “No Elaine. I want you to beg me. Tell me what you want, what you need!” I cajoled. “I need you! I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me!” Shucking off my shorts and shirt and remounting her I felt her shove up against my cock. I spat squarely between her cheeks and, placing my cock between them and using the spittle as lube, began slowly stroking, letting her cheeks caress my cock, teasing her as my balls brushed against her pussy. “Stick it in me Ken! Fill me! Fuck my pussy!” she begged. I lowered my cock’s head level with her pussy. “Ohhhh Gawd!!!! Yessss!” she cried as I shoved my cock deep in her with one thrust! We were both in time with each other, her shoving her perfect ass back against me each time I brought my cock ramming into her cunt! I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up a bit. With the next stroke my cock rammed up against her cervix and I could feel her begin to tremble. I knew she was approaching her climax and my balls tightened up at the thought. “I'm cummmmmiiinnggg!” she yelled. I felt her pussy tightening around my cock sucking at me. My cum boiled up in my balls, my fingers digging into her flesh, spreading her cheeks, pulling her sweet snatch back unto me, my hairs flat against her asshole, my balls banging against her clit. “Here it cums you little Bitch!” I growled. “Yes! Fill my pussy! “Shoot your cum deep in me!” My cock swelled and with a mighty shove I slammed it into her as deep as it would go! My cum began pumping deep into her, gob after gob splashing against her cervix while she hit one climax after another. Finally she shuddered a final time, I could feel her womb squeeze out one final portion of her cum to mix with mine. After resting for a minute I finally rolled over beside her and untied her wrists. I was a little worried about what she might do now that she was freed. I needn’t have worried as she rolled onto her side, wrapped her arms around my neck, smiled and then kissed me. I began kissing her, wrapping our tongues together, feeling her tits pressing through her vest against my chest. As we broke the kiss she grabbed her vest and began pulling it over her head. "Our parents won't be home for a couple hours yet Cuz!" she giggled.
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By the time I noticed the holes in the wall, I was twenty with a toddler . My husband, baby and I shared an apartment with his younger brother. I noticed the smaller holes by the towel rack first. There was two small holes. I figured they were from old screws from a previous rack. The next week I noticed more. A bit bigger and more strategically placed. The other side of the wall was my brother in laws room. This couldn't be what I thought. My brother in law Nick hated me. I could always feel his hard glare. The way he looked at me. His dark eyes glared right through me. I'd known him for years. But he was so quiet I really didn't know much. The thought of him watching me scared me. I'd been through some hard shit when I was growing up, I hated being watched. I hated being scared. I started to place the towel draped so that nothing could be seen . I was constantly nervous ....But at the same time , it made my nipples hard. It turned me on to know he wanted to see me. He was sixteen. Of course anyone with tits could turn on a teenager. Weeks went by, no new holes appeared. I started to miss the thought of him watching me . I started to leave the towel down. I even went into his room and seen what view was hidden behind the hot rod poster on his wall. I stood on the exact spot that would give him the best view of my nipples when I came out the shower . Nothing. I came out the shower and he was no where to be seen. Of course, if the father of my baby wasn't interested , the man I had been fucking for years at this point, how could I keep a high schooler interested ? I couldn't keep my mind off him. I started looking at him more often. He had some of the features his brother did. The ones I loved. But Nick was always so angry. And quiet. And so articulate , his older brother was so outgoing and boisterous and loved a party, maybe a bit too much . Nick was a pretty boy. He liked fast cars and expensive things. Come to think about it he was more my type. I was so turned on. The baby was asleep. Time for a shower. I knew he was home. His car just went past my window after school. I was so turned on. I heard that a cold shower made your skin taught, made your body look firmer , I put it on cold, my nipples instantly beaded. I sucked in my breath, maybe it wasn't worth it. I turned the water warmer. Funny how the faucet in our stand up shower had a loose fitting. The faucet itself was fine. It was the cover around it that was missing screws. It spun freely. Showing the darkness of the closet on the other side of the wall. My pulse quickened. This was the new peep hole! I lathered. Using the shampoo from my hair to soap every inch. Spending special attention washing my big soapy tits. Let's face it , I was a soft squishy mother. Not obese but no shape for a bathing suit. I rubbed them and let my hand go down to lather my pussy lips. I wasn't shaved bare back then. Trimmed to a small patch . I added more shampoo to my hand to give extra bubbles and lather my lips , inside and out. I can never fully cum if I masterbate standing. Satisfied with the show I had just given , I turned off the water. Not bothering to pose at the former peep hole , I went to finish up in my room. Weeks of showering extra long times or entirely too often went by. I was asleep in my bed. Dead asleep, when I feel the softest touch on my breast. Enough to wake me up but not enough to make me open my eyes, I inhaled deeply. The touching was gone. I went back to sleep. It was time for school, and Nick comes to my door, "Holly I'm sorry. I'll never do it again . Sorry" He left and I proceed to finger myself for an hour. I had a full fledged crush on this kid. This was our new game. Me sleeping and showering him watching and touching. Finally I watch a movie with him, the ever absent husband out with his friends . I spread a blanket over the both of us and let him touch my titties with no bra. This was fucking amazing. The attention I craved and an eager kid to learn. Time moves on and we move away. Nick had the apartment to himself but had the cell phone to call me. He was a virgin. And he was greedy with the experiences I give him. He was an amazing kisser and touched me gently. He called one day. Everyone is gone. This was my chance. I leave my baby with the neighbor and drive to spend time with my new lover. I walk into the room. No knocking. And straddle Nick while he sits on the couch. I kiss him hard on the lips. His hands are everywhere. Squeezing my tits. He's not confident enough to strip me. To go under the shirt. I lead him to his room . And push him on his bed on his back and unbuckle his jeans. Pull his hard cock out of the slit in his boxers and lick it up and down. I take my pants off and squat over him. I lower myself down on his cock , watching his face the whole time. My pussy is wet. I've never had a problem with not having lube. I kiss him and start to ride him. Slow and deliberate rocking of my pelvis bringing him in and out of me . Watching his face, listening to him breathe in my ear. Kissing his neck and face. It was his first time. I wanted to make sure it was all about him. So he remembered it , remembered how or felt for his cock to be inside me . I moved faster now. Holding my weight on my feet so I could control the depth of him inside me. His eyes closed and I could see he was ready. Fast fast until I felt him shoot, I go down hard and slow now. Deliberate in squeezing my pussy tight around him. Like it was swallowing his cum up . Soaking up the juices of our hot affair. I may not interest his brother, but I have him coming back for more all the time. I hope to be his first and his last
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Things Have Changed.... PART 1 (Nina Words) Thank god i have a very considerate boyfriend.Seems my bitchy ex neighbor found out my dog Max been living with me the whole year that i've been staying in my suppose to be dream home.Not a dream anymore since she went told my landlord that i broke my rental agreement by having a pet.Yes I knew i wasn't suppose to have a dog,so I just decided to move out and avoid the hassle. As I said my boyfriend is very considerate and asked me to move in with him. I've been dating Alex for about 6 months now but we've been knowing each other since high school.It's such a small world that we both moved to Houston when we graduated and became friends.Friends eventually grew to friends with benefits,friends with benefit's grew to love.Alex is the love of my life with his model smile and dimples that makes you want to take a lick.The fact that he walks around with 9 inches of steel in his boxers and fuck like a champ is just a bonus.Or the fact that he's the only man i trust to be completely honest with me and not cheat like my other no good ex's before him. Crap! I'm super tired,I knew i should of stayed home with my baby Alex.Being hard head as he likes to call me I only made it through 2 hours of work before i had enough.So now i'm heading into the front door of my house that my boyfriend and I have been living in sin for 2 weeks.Ugh! I just want to lay down while he rubs my feet and maybe suck his dick till he cums down my throat. Mmmhhhhmm! "What the fuck is that noise" i think.. Alex Please Fuck Me Harder!.. "Oh hell no,this can't be happening to me!'' I cry in my head.. Plllleeease Baby Fuck Me Deeper!.. I want to throw up right there but instead i quietly walk into the living room.What I see is something that i'll never forget.The love of my life pounding 9 inches of dick into "our best friend" Sam asshole!I'm in shock i believe,mainly because i haven't ever seen "Sam Da Man" in the most feminine position before in my life.The pleasure on his face is what made the anger and betrayal go quite in my soul... Alex Don't Be Gentle Fuck My Brains Out!..I finally look into Alex face and see an expression of lust that made my pussy leak.."Yeah Alex Fuck His Brains Out!'' Both heads turn to me in shock.. (Alex Words) Oh Fuck! This was suppose to been the last time.Why the fuck did I let Sam talk me into this again?I scold myself,while trying to think of a way to keep my other half Nina from walking out my life.Sam's fuck hole quivering around my dick wasn't helping matters either!.I look down at Sam and understood immediately that it was time to explain to Nina how this happened. .....Back Story..... We met Sam during our first year in college at U Of H and we became inseparable.The years of me and Nina fucking like bunny's I found out that Sam was Bi.In our second year we decided to become roommates that's when i walked into our dorm room to Sam on his knees deep throating his English professor.I walked out in confusion and a boner that wouldn't quite.Later after fucking Nina for hours i went home to Sam on the couch waiting up for me.Sam apologized for being out in the open while he was seducing his professor into turning his B into an A.I told him you don't have to say sorry if you can help me with my asshole professor *jokingly*.I gave him a smile to convey how it was 'water under the bridge' and our friendship was okay. After that day I never had any trouble with Mr. Fintcher ''the asshole professor'' and my feelings for Sam was getting confusing by the day. One night about a year later Nina and I had a big fight and our fucking sessions were no more.I was too stupid to talk it out and she was too Hard head to speak to me.So Sam took me out bar hopping so i could get my mind off the drama.It helped some but i ended up going home,less than sober and more depressed than ever.Sam talked to me halfway through the night until we both fell asleep in my bed.The next morning I woke up to my dick in between a fuck able ass crack.Without much thought I started humping that bubble butt to get off.I heard moaning but I didn't give a fuck so I moved my boxer slit to the side and let my dick free.By then my cock was leaking pre cum that was making it easier to slide into the crack at a pace that i was ready to cum.I leaned my arm over to feel how wet Nina's pussy was so we could cum together.Instead I felt a thick hard cock leaking down my fingers.At that very moment the night before came crashing back into my mind. "Fuck Nina" I thought "I Just Need To Cum For A Minute". I Grabbed Sam's cock and began to jerk him off the way i like to when i'm alone,while pumping my cock deep between his thighs...Omg Alex I'm Gonna Cum! I hear Sam screams.So i speed up my thrusts and a couple seconds later we cum in a messy sticky way. I wake up later to Sam between my thighs sucking my dick to hardness.I must say besides Nina,i haven't met anyone that could deep throat my dick to the root.Sam starts sucking each nutsack then goes back to slurping my dick down his throat. He speeds up then slows down keeping me on the edge.My eyes start rolling back in my head when he speeds up again keeping his mouth to the root of my cock.He does something with his tongue that has my toes curling and i cum the hardest i've ever came in my life! He takes everything i give out and then wants more saying "I Need More Nut Juice Baby'' and 2 more spurts later i felt depleted After that night it took a week of blow jobs and foreplay for me to tell Sam I wanted to fuck his tight asshole.I never been into anal sex with any girl I fucked and Nina didn't ask for it so we never did it.Over that week I looked at other guys to see if I was bicurious but I never felt an ounce of lust towards them. That's when I realized i wasn't attracted to other guys only to Sam but did that still make me Bi? I don't know and never questioned it again,I was ready to fuck him and that all that mattered.That Friday night after Sam gave me a superb blow job I pulled out lube from the night stand. Their was no need for small talk as Sam rolled over on his stomach waiting for the lube job that i was ready to give him.After getting him nice and oily he looked back at me and said "Go Slow Baby It's Been Awhile"..I put my dick right up to his hole while pushing slowing into him.The feeling was so tight I could hardly breath so I pushed forward hoping my dick wasn't gonna fall off from poor circulation.Finally I hit bottom and I felt like I was home!.. "Fuck Me Baby!" He moaned. So I started thrusting in him,then I started riding him harder and harder! That night was one of the best nights I'll never forget it.I came so hard that I fell asleep on top of him and didn't wake up till the next morning.After that night we fucked every chance we could.I never had to seek any other female out while me and Nina were broken up because I had Sam in my bed.I did things with Sam that pushed the boundaries of what I was comfortable with.I'm talking golden showers,BDSM and asphyxiation play. I knew that soon Nina and i would need to hash out our fight but i was happy i thought it could wait.Little did i know that time of hashing it out was sooner than later.Saturday a week and a half into a sex-a-thon with Sam riding my dick cowgirl ..I mean cowboy style..Hehe.. Their was a knock at the door ...'' Who the hell that could be this early?''..." Ignore it!" i said...Sam listened and clenched his ass the way i liked that made my toes curl...God that feel so good!...I was seconds from spilling into that tight asshole that i managed to ignore the knocking of someone who had a death wish! He rode me into oblivion and i came so hard in his asshole that i know he felt it in his throat.We lay there in bliss for a few seconds until i heard my phone ring that god awful song by Bruno Mars that Nina insisted was 'our song". Shit! It's Nina! I started panicking but Sam calmly gave me the phone with a look that said answer it. "Hello? Nina?'' i took a deep breath "Alex I'm outside your door.Do you think we can talk for awhile''?Oh Crap i looked around my room then to Sam. "Yeah I was sleeping but i'm coming now'' I hung up and look back to Sam,he must have heard every word because he begin picking items up and headed to his room.I calmed myself down thinking me and her aren't together i have no reason to feel guilty.In my twisted mind i thought and if i was cheating im not fucking any girls so its not a problem.When i opened the door Nina was standing there in a long coat looking as beautiful as i remember.My selfish dick started twitching again ready to have some fun. "Alex can i come in?'' I snap back into the present and lead her into the living room.Sam came out his room heading to the bathroom no doubt to wash off my cum that was leaking from his asshole.I flushed and told Nina "Lets head to my room and talk in private".Once in the door Nina turned around and started groveling about how sorry she was and that she loves me.That the fight was all her fault(which it was)and she'll do anything to make it up to me.I kept trying to say i forgive her but she wouldn't stop crying.It was humbling that she'd say sorry at all being a stubborn bull since we were kids.Before i realized what was happening she pulled her coat off and stood naked in front of me with her nipples hard and her pussy glistening. I was a goner as she walked to me with lust in her eyes and a mission in mind.I fell back on the bed as she climbed on top of me rubbing her pussy against my briefs.That when she begin to moan and i snapped into action.Ripping my underwear off i slid into her hard that her cries turned me on more.With the energy of a porn star i being to fuck her so hard that i know the neighbors more importantly Sam could hear it.I fucked her so much i felt like my dick was gonna run from me.By 4 pm i headed to the kitchen searching for substance and the will to not sleep forever that i ran into Sam. "Was it that great?'' he said..I begin to feel guilty being not 10 hours ago i was fucking him and now i'm fucking my girlfriend. (that's right we're back together) "Sam I.." He dropped to his knees and pulled my dick out.Tf?! i think.. "Does she taste as good as i think her pussy do?'' he whispers as he sucked my exhausted prick into his throat.I grabbed the wall to catch my balance as he begin to suck me better than 'I Deepthroat Heather' ever could in my fantasies.(Yes i went there) I grabbed the back of his head to angle my thrust the way i liked that i almost missed his whispers of.. "She taste so good","Her pussy must be sore","Come in my mouth now!'' And boy did i,i came so hard that i bite my lip trying to hold in my moans of ecstasy.As Sam stood up in front of me he leaned over to kiss me with a mouth full of my cum. I moaned at how erotic it was to taste my cum on another mans tongue that i filed it away to exploring it in the near future.He leaned back with a smile and said "Go back in your room Nina needs you".I heard my bed move a little meaning my sleepy beauty was waking up as i pecked him on the lips and went back into my room.Nina was staring at me as she opened her legs rubbing that sweet pussy saying "I need some more dick daddy!''...I felt my dick twitch happy to oblige that i sighed thinking all i am is a piece of meat as i walked to my bed to answer my little girls demands............To Be Continued.... Please leave Feedback If You Want To Read More!!.. *Kisses* Hope You Enjoyed It!!!
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As a guy of 24, I naturally had an eye for the ladies. I would check them out in the shops, walking down the street, wherever. I'd also play the pulling game on a Saturday night, and try my luck with whoever took my fancy. Sometimes I would fail, left to go home alone and put on some porn, and sometimes I'd get lucky and fuck some girl that I may or may not regret in the morning. Eventually though, I found a girl who was more than a fuck. Granted, we started off that way, but I found myself still wanting to fuck her even after a few months. So then I decided that I might knock the single life on the head and try settling down. Thankfully, Gina was also thinking the same as me and agreed to become my girlfriend. Now this was unusual for me, after living the good life for about 4 years, but I thought she was worth it. Beautiful long hair, eyes you could stare into for days, and just sweet, sweet tits... A few more months passed, and me and Gina were still going strong. We were spending a lot of time together, the sex was great, and I was actually happy. It was the longest I'd ever been in my life without fantasising about other women. I didn't need to with Gina, I had what I wanted. One Friday evening we were heading into town to meet some of Gina's friends in a local club, and they were from a particular circle of friends that had meant, for one reason or another, that I hadn't met any of them. There was a small group of three that we were meeting and I was looking forward to a few drinks and getting drunk, but mainly getting home so I could fuck my girlfriend into the night. We walk into the club and Gina waves over as she see's her friends in the corner. I follow over behind, glancing quickly at the bar, but knowing that the polite thing to do was say hello first. Even if it meant throwing myself in to a night of listening to women talking over and over about subjects that I had little or no interest in. As I got there, Gina introduced me and I said a polite hello to the first two, Saidy and Jo. I then turned to see the third, who Gina introduced as 21 year old Charlotte, and her beauty struck me. I was in awe. She had shoulder length blonde hair, with piercing green eyes that I felt burn straight into me. She had full lips that were pulling me to her. Now Gina had told me on the way (not that I was paying much attention at the time) that Charlotte had recently had a boobjob. All of a sudden I was paying an interest! She was wearing a semi see-through black top that was quite low cut and teased her lacy black bra underneath. Her newly formed DD's sat there perfectly, and left a cleavage outline on top, in full view. They were incredible. I quickly realised that I had been staring, and tried to divert my eyes. However all that happened is that they wandered down her body, and over her thigh high skirt. This girl wasn't shy. And for a short girl, had deceptively long legs. I asked Gina to go to the bar for me, and sat myself down next to Charlotte, who was very welcoming. I introduced myself and made small talk, carefully trying to avoid staring at her chest. This had become difficult as the closer I'd got to her, the better the angle to see down her top, and my view had upgraded from a bulging cleavage, to having a birds eye view that went down to the laced edge of her bra, which barely covered her nipple. Gina came back with the drinks and the conversation turned back to the group. Drinks then started to flow more rapidly, and it became a normal boozy night out as we all knocked back more and more drink. Saidy had then brought up the subject of Charlotte's boyfriend, Mike. Now at this point, my heart seemed to sink. I don't know why, because I had Gina, but I knew the thought of Charlotte being taken wasn't a pleasant one. As the conversation progressed though, it seemed that Mike wasn't in Charlotte's good books. He'd done the usual, boys nights out, neglecting her etc etc, but it was when she mentioned sex that my ears pricked up. Apparently sex wasn't Mike's forte. Charlotte had been growing tired of his selfish loving, and claimed that the only orgasms she's had in the last couple of months were from her new toy. At this point I can't lie, I had the image of Charlotte in my head, laying back on here bed, completely naked with her legs spread wide as she slid her new toy into her pussy... ...Yet I was quickly snapped out of it by a comment Charlotte made. 'I bet you don't have that problem do you Gina' giving me a gentle squeeze near my groin in the process. 'I bet your new man knows how to make a woman tick.' I didn't even hear my girlfriend's reaction as my eyes started right into Charlotte's, who hadn't yet removed her hand from my groin. In fact, it was moving further up... Charlotte then got up to go to the ladies, and I made my excuses to go to the gents. My mind was full of Charlotte, her incredible tits, and the raging erection she'd given me from a simple squeeze. I was in this world of my own as I walked into the gents, and felt someone walk in behind me. I only realised it was Charlotte as she spun me round and locked her lips onto mine. I was in shock. I didn't expect it at all, firstly she's Gina's friend, but evenso, not many woman are that forward. And I couldn't kiss her, I was in a committed relationship. A happy relationship. Which is why it shocked me even more that I was kissing her back. I was kissing her back, feeling the same butterflies as a 13 year old having their first kiss. This woman was beautiful, and dressed like that she look stunning. If I was single would have been doing everything in my power to get her home between my sheets. And yet, here I am, a taken man, and I still cannot resist her. Her hands gripped my side, and I instantly grabbed hold of the side of her head as the passion ran through us. There was no backing out now. My cock knew this too, as I felt myself get hard for -the second time tonight. She knew this to as her hand reached down and ran over the front of my jeans. I almost exploded, the rush ran through me and I pushed her into the cubicle and up against the wall. My hands wandered lower this time, and my fingers ran over her breasts, underneath her bra, and ran over her nipple. I felt a shiver from her, clearly Mike had been neglecting these fabulous tits. I ripped off her bra and kissed her chest, working over her nipples with my tongue. It felt amazing, these tits were perfect, they sat on her chest as pert as when she had a bra on, and felt so smooth to the touch. Charlotte then undid my button, and dropped my jeans to the floor. In just my boxers you could see how hard I was, and she eagerly pulled my hard cock out and guided it under her skirt. I then felt the outline of her sweet, wet pussy with the end of my cock. She didn't have any panties on! This turned me on even more, the slutty nature of this stunning girl meant I had to have her. I slid my cock inside her and heard her moan as each inch went further in. I pushed her back against the wall, thrusting into her warm inviting pussy. She lifted her leg to pull me in closer, and begged me to fuck her harder. I ripped off her dress to see her amazing figure standing there, but didn't get distracted from my rhythm, and got harder and harder as she asked to be fucked like the cheating slut that she was. It was then that I remembered we both had partners. We were both cheating. Yet for some reason I got an even bigger urge in my loins and felt myself even more turned on - probably the most I ever have been. I turned her round and bent her over slightly so I could fuck her from behind, hearing her tits slam against the wall in the process. She then shouted 'I'm coming!' so loud that I'm sure people just outside must have heard. Hearing her say that was the final straw. I felt a massive surge through my body as I fired load after load into my screaming slut... I'd had one of the best orgasms I had ever had and was feeling completely satisfied as she stood up and turned to face me in all her glory, with my cum dripping down her legs. I took one last mental photograph as we went back out to the group, acting as if nothing had happened. I think I'll be encouraging Gina to be arranging more nights out with this group of friends...
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A Night To Remember...(Part 2) I was losing my mind, The thought of my sisters mouth wrapped around my cock was driving me nuts now. It's been since the trip down here since we played last and I can't get her off of my mind. She walks around swaying her ass back and forth begging for more but it's a little trickier now with both Mom and Dad around. We take advantage of one another every time we walk by each other and nobody is around. I slide my fingers across the outside of her pants feeling her pussy instantly get wet and warm while she rubs on my cock through my shorts and then move about our business. Finally one night the parents decided they were going to go out for a little bit, leaving us by ourselves. No problem there. The time went by so slow as they were getting dressed and leaving. Finally after leaving we let lose, after giving them time to get to where they were going of course. I sat down on the floor in front of the couch with my sister sitting down on the couch directly beside me, her legs beside my face as I slowly creep my hand up her soft delicate legs reaching for her pussy. The time went by fast as I had her moaning on the couch from my two fingers thrusting in and out. She grabbed me and pulled me up reaching for my face and our lips locked, making out on the couch while I rub my cock on her pussy through my shorts. Her moans began to get louder as I put more pressure against her. We stood up and decided to get away from the front door in case our parents came home. Now in the bathroom we start to take each others clothes off kissing each others bodies as every piece of clothing flew across the floor. I pull her closely to me as she grasps my dick making it instantly hard while I slide a finger down her body and start massaging her clit. Suddenly I slightly bend her over the sink revealing her pussy from behind her...Something I still haven't fucked yet. While proceeding I start to kiss her from her neck down to her back massaging both of her holes with my fingers as I worked my way down and suddenly I reach her ass and begin making twirls around her hole with my tongue causing her to twitch and make a high pitch moan, The sound of her was driving me nuts and I knew it was almost time to go further...She stood up, turned around, and sat me down on the toilet(with it closed of course). Grasping my dick she started licking and sucking on my balls making my blood boil in my cock as it pulsed in her hand. After getting my balls all nice and wet she insisted on licking up and down my shaft and sucking on my head while twirling her tongue around it until she stopped and told me my precum was amazing. Her eyes so green as she looked up at me with a smile and told me she loved me and stuck my throbbing cock down her throat. She started of softly and slowly not going in to deep, Then went to shoving it back down her throat to the point she started gagging with tears coming out of her eyes. While sucking on my cock I reached past her ass and slid a finger back in her ass once again causing her Blowjob to intensify. Suddenly she looks up at me and tells me she wants me to fuck her. I go to get off of the toilet when she instantly throws me back down and whips her legs around mine and grabs my cock directing it toward her ass. The pressure of her tight hole wrapped around my cock until it finally let loose as she let out a slight moan of pain. She slowly eased herself down on me going as deep as possible and raising back up again starting off slow and then going faster with every squat. Her moans so loud she comes in for a kiss and bites on my lip to keep from yelling. We continue on and she stops and reaches in for another kiss and we move over to the bathtub as she completely bends over holding onto the side of the tub and spreads her ass again. I got tired of ass and aimed it for her pussy but she declined letting me know that it was too risky for us to do it there so I didn't hesitate and instantly stuck it back in her now wet hole. The feeling of her insides wrapping around me made me thrust hard and she didn't cover up anymore yelling in pain and pleasure, telling me to fuck her harder. Just the sound of her being happy was enough to get me off as I continued to pound her harder with each thrust. My cock started pulsing harder and I was getting close so I let her know. She looked back at me with a smile and said I want your cream inside of my bubby. I was shocked at first but that was enough to do it. I grabbed her sides and began taking deeper thrusts while the overwhelming feeling came about me and I suddenly released inside of her holding it in her deep as I sprayed hard making her moan with every squirt and letting me know she could feel it. we sat in the bathroom for a second holding each other and letting one another know how much better we felt after the long wait. I watched as she put her clothes back on and the cum started creeping its way out of her, she didn't bother to wipe or clean it she just put her pants on and enjoyed the feeling of her brothers love inside of her...
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A Night To Remember...(Part 2) I was losing my mind, The thought of my sisters mouth wrapped around my cock was driving me nuts now. It's been since the trip down here since we played last and I can't get her off of my mind. She walks around swaying her ass back and forth begging for more but it's a little trickier now with both Mom and Dad around. We take advantage of one another every time we walk by each other and nobody is around. I slide my fingers across the outside of her pants feeling her pussy instantly get wet and warm while she rubs on my cock through my shorts and then move about our business. Finally one night the parents decided they were going to go out for a little bit, leaving us by ourselves. No problem there. The time went by so slow as they were getting dressed and leaving. Finally after leaving we let lose, after giving them time to get to where they were going of course. I sat down on the floor in front of the couch with my sister sitting down on the couch directly beside me, her legs beside my face as I slowly creep my hand up her soft delicate legs reaching for her pussy. The time went by fast as I had her moaning on the couch from my two fingers thrusting in and out. She grabbed me and pulled me up reaching for my face and our lips locked, making out on the couch while I rub my cock on her pussy through my shorts. Her moans began to get louder as I put more pressure against her. We stood up and decided to get away from the front door in case our parents came home. Now in the bathroom we start to take each others clothes off kissing each others bodies as every piece of clothing flew across the floor. I pull her closely to me as she grasps my dick making it instantly hard while I slide a finger down her body and start massaging her clit. Suddenly I slightly bend her over the sink revealing her pussy from behind her...Something I still haven't fucked yet. While proceeding I start to kiss her from her neck down to her back massaging both of her holes with my fingers as I worked my way down and suddenly I reach her ass and begin making twirls around her hole with my tongue causing her to twitch and make a high pitch moan, The sound of her was driving me nuts and I knew it was almost time to go further...She stood up, turned around, and sat me down on the toilet(with it closed of course). Grasping my dick she started licking and sucking on my balls making my blood boil in my cock as it pulsed in her hand. After getting my balls all nice and wet she insisted on licking up and down my shaft and sucking on my head while twirling her tongue around it until she stopped and told me my precum was amazing. Her eyes so green as she looked up at me with a smile and told me she loved me and stuck my throbbing cock down her throat. She started of softly and slowly not going in to deep, Then went to shoving it back down her throat to the point she started gagging with tears coming out of her eyes. While sucking on my cock I reached past her ass and slid a finger back in her ass once again causing her Blowjob to intensify. Suddenly she looks up at me and tells me she wants me to fuck her. I go to get off of the toilet when she instantly throws me back down and whips her legs around mine and grabs my cock directing it toward her ass. The pressure of her tight hole wrapped around my cock until it finally let loose as she let out a slight moan of pain. She slowly eased herself down on me going as deep as possible and raising back up again starting off slow and then going faster with every squat. Her moans so loud she comes in for a kiss and bites on my lip to keep from yelling. We continue on and she stops and reaches in for another kiss and we move over to the bathtub as she completely bends over holding onto the side of the tub and spreads her ass again. I got tired of ass and aimed it for her pussy but she declined letting me know that it was too risky for us to do it there so I didn't hesitate and instantly stuck it back in her now wet hole. The feeling of her insides wrapping around me made me thrust hard and she didn't cover up anymore yelling in pain and pleasure, telling me to fuck her harder. Just the sound of her being happy was enough to get me off as I continued to pound her harder with each thrust. My cock started pulsing harder and I was getting close so I let her know. She looked back at me with a smile and said I want your cream inside of my bubby. I was shocked at first but that was enough to do it. I grabbed her sides and began taking deeper thrusts while the overwhelming feeling came about me and I suddenly released inside of her holding it in her deep as I sprayed hard making her moan with every squirt and letting me know she could feel it. we sat in the bathroom for a second holding each other and letting one another know how much better we felt after the long wait. I watched as she put her clothes back on and the cum started creeping its way out of her, she didn't bother to wipe or clean it she just put her pants on and enjoyed the feeling of her brothers love inside of her...
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1 Two babies are born on the same day in the same hospital, and for the first few hours of their lives, they belong to the same fraternity, recuperating side-by-side from their sudden existence. They are interchangeable brothers or sisters; their lives can be swapped as easy as switching nametags. These babies are very special to their parents, but really, either one will do. If you believe in million-to-one odds, then you believe one of these babies will grow to be a household name. Which one would that be? Would it be the baby that was planned for, or the baby that was not planned? One couple leaves nothing to chance, and the other couple thinks inconceivable means to fuck without consequence. One couple obsesses over their child and infuses their child with confidence in his or her special status in the world. The other couple sometimes leaves directions on how to cook dinner, and sends regrets they are not there to share it. Tell me right now: which baby will grow to be a hero and which will be a basket case? If I were a gambling man, and let’s face it - million-to-one odds is quite a gamble – I would put my money on the microwave chef; he’s had less practice conforming. Nobody told him he’s special. He doesn’t have to live in that box; he’s free to explore a little more. It is often astonishing just how wrong we are sometimes. We often confuse what we know is true, and what we believe is true, and then cling to our beliefs regardless. Our stubbornness kicks our own ass at times. The pampered child and the latchkey kid: one has a lot of room to surprise on the upside, and one has a lot of room to surprise on the downside. Expectations can be a real bitch; it’s why Heisman Trophy winners shouldn’t play in the NFL. We never set a goal to be surprisingly good. We expect to be good. Yet, some of the most loved heroes, in some of our favorite stories surprised on the upside. Some of the best heroes are accidental. They overcame - or they pulled through - or they rose up. Heroes don’t meet expectations. Most of us perform sufficiently, or meet expectations. If we don’t, then we lower them until they are met. We slowly become mundane. We stop exploring, and firm up our boundaries, and we become comfortable with our limits. After a while, we don’t want to stand out, or go against norms, or take risks. Conform; comfort; comfortable. Don’t run with scissors; don’t bite off more than you can chew. If you love your dog, you feed him only the best dog food, and never table scraps. Only someone who doesn’t care about their dog would feed it steak and potatoes. 9 out of 10 pet food companies agree on that. A good story is so rare that many of us know the same good stories. We might think rarity is manifest, but maybe if more people allowed themselves to wander past their boundaries, then there might be more good stories. Then again, depending on the boundaries that are crossed, the story might not even be acceptable to tell, no matter how good it is. This is one of those stories. It’s a story of powerful good that you might be conditioned to hate. It weaves a beautiful tapestry from the mundane, but you can only see it if you are willing to stow your biases and open your mind. It is a story of how two unlikely strangers saved each other from themselves and from circumstance. It’s a very simple story about how much more there is than meets the eye. It might be a story about you. _______________________________________________________________________ 2 The first person we are going to meet is a 30-year-old rotten prick named Frank Bishop. He’s not rotten in the evil sense; his rottenness comes from his mouth when it speaks the words his wormy brain conjures. An event is about to happen in his life that is so boringly mundane that it should automatically be labeled as unimportant. Yet, the ripple this event starts will soon grow to a wave. We are going to hop on this wave and ride along with Frank as it gathers strength and begins to curl over his head. You may not like Frank at first, but you will have every reason to hope he hangs ten, and rides this wave to glory. If he chickens out, he may as well stay under. We smile in anticipation as we catch sight of Frank leaving his house to go to work. He is uncharacteristically early this morning. It was only 7:26am, and this marks a departure from his rigid routine. The earliest he usually leaves the house is 7:28am, and he has been known to leave as late as 7:31am. He’s clearly outside his narrow range, and that’s not like Frank. As assholes go, he is a very consistent and precise one. He’s been early before, but on those occasions, he will wait in the house for the proper time to leave. Anyone who has been in jail is familiar with this behavior. Wake for breakfast. Die until lunch. Die until dinner. Walk in circles after dinner. Die all night. It is incredibly odd that he is running early on this day. You have to wonder if there is something to ESP. If the event he is about to experience was going to be a plane crash, it makes you wonder if he would have been late. He is impeccably dressed as usual, and as usual, he is carrying his briefcase. If we could look inside the case, we would see it still contained the orientation material his company gave him on the first day of his job some six years ago. Even though he has not opened the case during those six years, his steel-trap memory could spin those locks open in an instant. Frank is always in control, and people who have everything under control do not forget how to unlock their briefcase. He is not naturally super-human; he has made sacrifices to maintain perfect command of his environment. By far, the most effective sacrifice has been to keep his world as small as possible. By keeping his world tiny, he can maintain perfect order and predictability. He will not disturb his world himself. That can only come from the outside. To prevent that, Frank’s world bristles with offensive weapons that he hurls when someone strays too close. For defense, Frank has built a psychic wall in his mind. This wall still bears the scars of epic battles from his past. The wall was built to keep doubt out, and belief in. It’s so much easier being right than wrong, and as long as belief did not encounter doubt, then right he was. When Frank landed his current job, some people might claim he hit the lottery, but he would dispute this. In his world, his own skill fueled his success, and it had nothing to do with luck. It proved that he knew what he was doing, and was in control of things. When he started with the company, they pointed him to an office and told him to get to work. The office came equipped with a desk, a chair, and a phone, and he was to sell shit to anyone he could hook on the other end of the phone. When Frank opened the desk, he found that it contained a Rolodex. He took it out, and gave it a home on top of his desk. The only problem with the Rolodex was that all the cards had writing on them. He came close to throwing out the cards and requesting new ones, but being so new on the job, he didn’t want to appear needy. The numbers on these old cards looked suspiciously like telephone numbers, and by God, he had an index finger that was perfect for dialing a phone. Maybe he’ll just dial a few numbers and see what the cat coughs up. If you were handed a Rolodex full of phone numbers, and nearly every called you made turned into a sale, wouldn’t you be curious about the person who created such a high quality set of contacts? That Rolodex was good for nearly $300,000 in commissions that first year. It has gone up since then. Frank is a relatively wealthy man, and he doesn’t even have to be nice on the phone; just be willing to lie. Did the company even know about the Rolodex full of contacts? Who would leave that behind? Did the person die, or did the person maybe develop a life? Frank never gave it a thought, because there was no other person. There was only himself. Luck is for lucky people, success is for hard working people. Frank appeared successful, not lucky. Appearance is what filled Frank’s oversized garage with expensive shit that he never uses. Appearance is what attached an oversized house to his oversized garage too. The motivation for the possessions is comical. He failed to see the trap he set for himself concerning his possessions: they were purchased to impress, but by owning all these things, he didn’t like the idea of people using him for his toys. It was the same with women: he knew that with his money, he could have his choice of women, but he certainly didn’t want a woman who was after his money. The logic may seem absurd to us, but Frank has his own logical calculus, and he claims it is correct. His latest toy is actually a trophy, but not the kind you put on a shelf. This trophy sits in his driveway - it is a beautiful driveway trophy. It had a keel, and a starboard, a port, and an aft… or something like that. This sailboat is currently obscuring his black Porsche 911 from view as he walks along the path leading to the driveway. He has his keychain and fob in hand, ready to push the button that disarms the car alarm. He always pushes the button exactly when he clears the boat and turns toward the car. Frank is nothing, if not (predictable) efficient. Turning past the boat, Frank pushed the button at the same time he glanced at the car. The girl was still in mid-air. The very first time he sees this girl, she is floating in the air. He’s not positive, but he’s almost positive that the sound of the alarm scared the shit out of a girl who was leaning on his car. Nobody leans on Frank’s car in the morning - certainly not someone he can yell at, at least. She was asking for a dose of asshole, and here he comes. If Frank didn’t have neighbors, he would be yelling from where he stood, but appearances must be maintained, and it wouldn’t do to raise his voice. Frank kept his cool until he stood at the front of the car. Opposite him, standing at the rear of the car, is character #2 in our story. Her name is Eva, and she is 15 years old. Eva is as nice as people let her be, and we’ll leave it at that for now. Someone like Frank should not fuck with a teenage girl. They have more weapons than the Air Force, and many natural defenses. A verbal attack on a teenage girl is completely unpredictable, and you certainly can’t physically touch them. You might be able to throw stuff at them, but it really isn’t worth the risk. Ignoring them is not a good idea either. Your best bet with a teenage girl is to acknowledge them in a neutral, non-threatening way. Look in their general direction, but do not stare. If you are a father to a teenage girl, then you are in constant danger of many bad things. Frank thinks he is equipped to deal with the girl, but Frank is a fucking idiot. Eva might be pretty, but she is wearing a baseball cap pulled low, and her eyes are downcast in mild guilt. She is of slender build, and stands at 5’ 5” vs. Frank’s 5’ 9” height. His best bet at this point would be to box her, but she has long, slender arms, and may have the reach. He would have to move inside, but then watch those sharp elbows of hers. Frank is not violent, and that is unfortunate for him since he intends to confront her. He puts on a ridiculous pained expression as if she set his puppy on fire. He makes a show of walking from the front of the car over to the side to examine all the damage where her skinny ass leaned on the car. He bends down and brushes his fingers over a spot that has a little less dust than the rest of the car. It’s a fake gesture, because there are no scratches. It’s the gesture of an asshole. He looked back at Eva, and asked, “Is there a reason you are scratching my car?” It wasn’t even good sarcasm. Everything about it was lame, just like him. Without missing a beat, she answered, “Yeah; it was the first thing on my To-Do list for today: Scratch-Fancy-Car.” He stepped toward the driver’s door and then said, “And I hope the second item on your list is to Get Lost.” Her shoulders sunk down and her eyes looked away, and she said, “Actually, that was number one on the list. I was just trying to figure out how to get out of this friggin’ maze. Don’t you have any straight streets around here?” “You leave the same way you came in.” She frowned at him, and said, “No you don’t.” Ouch! Mr. I-am-always-right should just shut his mouth, but now he is getting snappy. “You look familiar…there has been a lot of theft around here (liar) . What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here? I’m just waiting for you to leave.” You asked for that, Frank. You insinuated she was a thief. You stuck your fingers in her face, and now you should check your hand. This was not one of his usual targets of abuse, and he should realize the difference. His usual target was anybody he met outside of work. Since he has no friends or social life, this limited him to people he did commerce with. This lent him the natural advantage of being the customer – the always-right customer. This girl was under no obligation to take his abuse, but he had to show who was lord, and who was serf at the end of his driveway. Go ahead, Frank; so far, she has easily swatted away your sarcasm and insults. Try something else. You need to learn never to fuck with a teenage girl. You have no clue how pathetically outgunned you are here. She hasn’t shown you any of the heavy stuff yet. My advice is to go back into the house and hope she moves on. It may be too late anyway. You need to get out of communication range - now! Frank screwed on a look of contempt, and opened his car door. As he was getting in, he said, “You should move when you see my reverse lights go on.” Eva selected a weapon, took aim, and fired. “A gentleman would offer help to a lady who is lost.” What are you going to do, Frank? Are you going to back over her? _______________________________________________________________________ 3 Frank has let her in his car, and now he’s well on his way to becoming a meat puppet. As he accelerates away from his house, an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, and they both reached for the radio at the same time. They both laugh nervously and Frank turns the radio on very low. Eva distracts him while she changes the station. “Look at my sneaker. It’s coming apart at the front.” She grabbed the front of her sneaker and peeled back the rubber bottom from the canvas top, and quacked like a duck when she did it. “I have to lift my leg high every time I step. It’s tiring, and I look like one of those retards… or… you know…, I’m not picking on retards...” Frank rolled his eyes and said, “I get the picture. We wouldn’t want to be mistaken for the less fortunate. I’m sure that is not a problem for you.” “Or you. This is a very fancy car. I’ve got my seatbelt on if you wanted to pop a wheelie. I’ve never been in a car like this until now.” “This is a machine, not a car. It doesn’t pop wheelies. It was specifically designed not to pop wheelies. It keeps all four wheels on the ground when it goes fast. It’s generally considered important.” “Huh. What’s the fastest you’ve had it going?” “I don’t watch to speedometer when I am racing, so I can’t tell you.” (about 70) “Huh. That makes sense.” Eva found a song, and raised the volume. Frank lowered it to nearly zero, and asked, “ “You haven’t said where you want to be dropped off. Is just anywhere fine?” Eva raised the volume again so she could find another song. “I don’t care. I need to get a donut or something. I feel like I’m going to puke…” He was getting ready to say something, but she said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to puke in your car. It’s just an expression. You know, like ‘I’m dying to meet someone’, or ‘I’m dying to get a job’. You are not really dying…” “Oh, thank you for clarifying that for me,” Frank said. “No prob. By the way; my name is Eva – with an ‘E’.” “I’m aware how to spell Eva. My name is Frank, similar to Franklin Square, where this road leads. I turn onto the freeway from there, but if there is somewhere close that you prefer to be dropped off at… without getting me lost, I can probably do that. I wouldn’t want you to get lost again and end back in Cherrywood.” Eva let it go, and said, “Franklin Square is fine. I can catch a bus there…, hey, there is a McDonalds there; maybe we could get a muffin?” “Ah, thanks, but no thanks. I already ate a stick of butter from the garbage today.” To Frank, that was a clever line, and this was a pleasant conversation for him. He was being funny! We have to allow for the possibility that Frank is not always a deliberate asshole, and that some of it is organic to his being. It’s tough to tell what he meant by the next thing he said. Pointing to a sign, he said, “Bus stop. There are bus stops all along this street.” Was he hinting that she could get out here? Eva had fixated on a muffin. She was hungry, but all she had was a bit of change in her pocket, so she deflected his comment. “Yeah, that’s how I got to Cherrywood. Sometimes, if I’m awake early in the morning, I like to go somewhere new on the bus. You wouldn’t believe how many people are up at five in the morning. People working…, doing things you never realized had to get done. My favorite time of the day is just before the sky starts getting light. I get off the bus, walk around, listen, and watch. Most houses are dark, but here and there, some are lit up, and when I walk by them, I might see an old person sitting alone at a table just staring at his hands. I wonder if they lost their husband or wife, or if their children are nice to them. Sometimes I wish I could ring the bell, and ask what they are thinking about and sit and talk with them. I’m only… 15… but let me tell you, Frank, sometimes I feel the weight of the world too. You can learn a lot from old people; did you know that?” One reason Frank is an asshole is that he is not equipped to share personal feelings or express emotions. It’s not by choice… who would ever choose that? No, it’s some sort of mental deficiency. It’s an open manhole always right there in front of him, and dancing around it is usually ugly. There was no grace in his response. “You may want that, but some people don’t appreciate an intrusion, especially first thing in the morning.” Eva shook her head, and said, “Well Frank; that’s why I don’t ring their bell. I wouldn’t have stopped in front of your house, but I had to get my bearings.” “Well, we are dealing with that now. Isn’t 15 an age when people go to school? Are you supposed to be in school? It’s near 8:00.” She glanced at him sideways, and said, “Duh, yeah. I have four more years to go, but I’ll probably get out in three because my grades are tiptop. School is easy. I’m taking today off, so I have time if you wanted to stop at a different place than McDonalds.” “Maybe some restaurant that is a little more upscale, Eva? Let’s see… how much can you afford to spend on breakfast this morning?” “Well, I wasn’t saying we had to go to any place fancy…” “I see; fancy being… what? How much can you afford?” Eva looked down at her lap, and said, “I think you know how much.” “So what you really are saying is, why don’t I have breakfast so I can buy you breakfast, is that it? You can’t just ask me; you feel you must trick me, is that it?” “I wasn’t trying to trick you. Do you know what happens when I ask people for a favor? Then I owe them something, and that brings out the pervert in people.” “I see. And do you run into a lot of perverts when you are casing neighborhoods?” Watch this… “You know what? You can just let me out right here.” She just threatened to kick her own ass, but Frank is still stupid, and he is going to show her. If she prefers blisters on her feet, then blisters she can have. He checked his rearview mirror and decelerated to the curb. He came to a complete stop, and she undid her seatbelt and slowly opened the door. Frank is not even watching for an attack. He thinks he won. She slowly twists around to get out and looks backward at Frank. If he just avoided eye contact, he may have been unscathed, but he is mortal, and actually looking forward to this small victory. He was looking directly at her when, in a soft voice and sloe eyes, she said, “Thank you very much for taking me this far. That was very kind of you. I’m sorry about the breakfast thing. It’s not your responsibility to feed me, and I normally wouldn’t be so rude, but my stomach… You don’t seem like a pervert. I could have asked nice.” Her aim was true, and poor Frank was hit right in the conscience. Jane’s Defense Weekly has this to say about guilt delivered by a young girl: An extremely lethal weapon effective against nearly all men. It is particularly deadly against older men, brothers, and especially fathers. As mentioned earlier, Frank is not an evil asshole. He’s really just a pathetic asshole, and his attempt to extricate himself from this was… pathetic. “Look, the Square is just a few blocks up, and I honestly don’t think those sneakers will make it that far. If you need a muffin, I’ll buzz through the drive-thru. I was going to get a coffee anyway.” Don’t think for one second that Eva is a calculating, manipulating bitch, because she is not a bitch at all. It was an instinctive attack, requiring very little planning. She is genuinely thankful that he is doing exactly what she wanted. She closed the door and he pulled away from the curb. Eva decided to reward Frank by sharing a little of herself. She means well, and doesn’t realize that she is ready to torture Frank. Eva is prone to bouts of enthusiasm, and maybe it was the prospect of eating, or feeling a little bad about having to jerk on his strings, but opening up is her way of showing trust and gratitude. “Do you know what really stinks about being 15? I can’t work anywhere, cuz’ you know, I’m obviously a fucking retard who will only have accidents and kill people, so they can’t be responsible...” “Shit. I didn’t mean to swear. Sorry. You must think I have something against retards. I don’t. Swearing is something I’ve started to do this year a lot, but if you saw the shit I had to put up with… We learned proportions in school, and my swearing is in direct proportion to my aggravation and frustration. I made a chart for math class…” “Don’t you think they should have a measurement for frustration? Like missing the bus would be 1 frust, while asking your mother for a new pair of sneakers for four weeks straight would be like… 100 Goddamn frusts.” “Sorry again. I’m going to stop apologizing for swearing, OK? I finally realized I needed a plan. Let me tell you; a girl has needs. I have needs but nobody takes them serious. Everyone expects a girl my age to have parents… or a parent that takes care of my basic needs, but it fuck-all isn’t always like that, is it?” Frank is having wholesale difficulties with what he is hearing. In the world of the corporate whore, you don’t just say what you think; you build a consensus, screen it for unacceptable language or concepts, and then package it up for presentation. His problems have been compounded by being in sales. His capacity for honesty has atrophied. Don’t for one second think Frank is a liar, because he’s not. A lie is deliberate and conscience subterfuge and that is not his style; embellishment and denial are more his style. Denial is central to Frank’s perception and cognition. He has a strong, healthy capacity for denial, and it has crowded out many things, such as empathy. C’mon, Frank. She asked a question. Give her a thoughtful answer, would you? “You have a filthy mouth. You should work on your language.” “That’s what I’m telling you. You don’t swear, Frankie?” “My name isn’t Frankie; it’s Frank…. And I swear only if I have to.” “So, when would that be?” “I don’t know… maybe when I get injured; certainly not every other word.” “When you get injured? That doesn’t make sense. There are more swear words than possible injuries. Did you ever think about how many different swear words there are? There are swears that I never say. I never say cunt ; it’s disgusting. I never on purpose say cocksucker ; that one just seems to escape if I am really pissed off at someone. The one I have to stop saying is my favorite: fuck-all . I use it for emphasis, and it’s stupid. I’m not stupid. This is interesting: why don’t you like Frankie? Frankie sounds so much cooler than Frank. I don’t mean any offense by that… why does it bother you?” Frank is red in the face when he answers: “I don’t know, because it does. It’s not my name. Criminals are named Frankie.” He slowed down as they approached the square; McDonald’s was on the right-hand side but the red light was backing up traffic and it would soon block the entrance. The car to his left had its right-turn blinker on. Frank gave a short blast of his horn to warn the car, and then accelerated past it and whipped sharply into the parking lot. Eva had not re-buckled her seatbelt after they stopped at the curb, and the sudden turn almost put her into Frank’s lap. She batted her eyes at him, and said, “Well hello, stranger. Jesus, Frankie; if you wanted me to sit in your lap, just try asking.” It should be pointed out here that something important just happened that you may not be aware of. The angle of her head when she batted her eyes allowed Frank to see under the visor of her cap. It vaguely dawned on him that Eva was a person talking to him, not a noisy problem that stuck to his shoe from the end of the driveway. Are her eyes different colors? Don’t read anything into this other than the fact that it was a stray thought that popped into his head. Something made it over the wall in his head. Wondering about the color of her eyes implies curiosity, and he needed that like JFK needed a parade in Dallas. Must deflect immediately. “How come you’re not wearing your seatbelt? I can get a ticket for that!” “Oh, Christ, not a ticket!” she mocked. She seems to have shed some of her reserved nature. Frank turned the corner of the building and angled for the drive-thru lane, but when he saw the line of cars, he said, “Shit. This is going to take forever.” Without missing a beat, Eva said, “OK. When you’re injured, and when the drive-thru at McDonald’s has a long wait. That’s when it’s OK to swear. Does that about do it?” It was funny, so he smiled, but it was funny at his expense, and that was a good way to turn Frank into a prick. He threw his hands in the air and said, “I’m sorry; I don’t have time for this…” “But, you said…” “I know what I said. You’re right, you’re right. Here, let me give you a couple of dollars. I don’t want to be snatching your food away.” Eva had her head turned away when she said, “I just thought of another swear word I don’t use very often – motherfucker . Let’s just eat inside. It won’t take long. We can sit and have a muffin and be out in 2 minutes. I’ll have the privilege of sitting with you.” Frank gave her a sharp look, but she smiled and said, “I’m teasing you.” He peeled off a $5-dollar bill, and said, “Here. This will buy a couple of sandwiches…” “Do you want me to get you one? I’ll run in…” He shook his head, and said, “Just take the money…” Eva sat there looking at him with an expression somewhere between anger and disgust. He pumped his arm, signaling for her to take the money, but she wouldn’t even look at it. “Keep your money, Frank. It was just a fucking sandwich. I didn’t mean to throw you off your busy day. I can catch the bus right over there. Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you around.” Do I have to tell you what that was? This is why Frank avoided people. Until his conscience atrophied completely, he was vulnerable to it. If he had a compelling reason, such as a meeting that he must attend, he might explain that he would love to have breakfast, but duty calls. Now this girl was walking away from his money simply because he would not eat with her. C’mon, Frank. Don’t be an asshole. We want to cheer for you. Before she could open the door, he accelerated into a U-turn, and said, “Jesus Christ! Fine!” Oh, yes, his training was coming along quite well. I might be wrong, but I believe Eva is batting one thousand on getting what she wants. We tend to project what we want to see, and it is tempting to think that Frank might have a good side to him, but I caution against that kind of thinking. It’s inconclusive. It discounts Eva’s persuasiveness. Once again, she was half in his lap with the U-turn, and she looked at him and said, “Honest to God, Frankie, we have to stop meeting like this. What will people think?” Eva was secretly enjoying this. She had thought about asking him to hold her hand while they crossed the parking lot, but she knew when to back off. Frank was a head case, and she didn’t know his limits. _______________________________________________________________________ 4 She was nearly finished with the first of her two muffin sandwiches, and he hadn’t even taken a bite of his. She had watched him grab the corners of the paper that was wrapping his sandwich, and gingerly peel it apart and unfold it flat, a disgusted look on his face the whole time. She wasn’t being obvious in doing this, and she suspected he was trying to watch her too. She took off her hat, patted her hair, and said, “I probably look like I just came from electroshock therapy.” She slowly turned her head as if watching something pass by, and then turned it back fast to look at him. She busted him; he was looking at her, and she gave him a pleasant smile. Maybe I’m throwing him off his sandwich. Frank had been looking at Eva, but he wasn’t checking her out. He was replaying their conversation in the car, trying to identify why he cringed at her conversation, but why he was also fascinated by it at the same time. Besides the horrible profanity, Eva laced her conversation with candid admissions of doubt and small failings. He would never talk in such a candid way, but was it because he had no failings? There had to be some, but he couldn’t think of any. “What are you frowning about?” she asked. “Does your sandwich smell funny?” “Huh? Oh. I was thinking about work.” She laughed a little, and said, “Just think what you can tell them! You can say you were late because you had picked up a good-looking chick, and you had promised her breakfast in the morning. You wouldn’t even be lying.” As she said that, he became aware how this would look if anyone from work came in to the restaurant and saw Eva and him together. What will you say? Without thinking, he said to Eva in a low voice, “You shouldn’t even kid around about that. I could get into serious trouble. Just the appearance of impropriety would be enough to put my job in jeopardy. If anyone asks; you are my daughter from a previous marriage, OK?” Eva sunk down in her chair and began to toy with him a little. “I don’t know, Frankie; you are starting to get me involved in some crazy shit now. How am I going to keep it all straight? Why did you and Mom break up again? Was it because she found out about the apartment you rented for that bimbo secretary, or because the mail used to get delivered twice a day to our house?” She is very pretty. If Frank had to describe Eva to a coworker, he probably would not say that she was arrestingly beautiful, and that one of her eyes was a bright bluish green, and the other one a more solid blue. He probably would not mention that her gaze matched her intelligence, or even that she was uncommonly intelligent. He might mention that her hair was black, but he wouldn’t describe it as thick, jet-black hair that was wavy despite being severely pulled back into a ponytail. He still hasn’t noticed the fine spray of freckles across her high cheekbones, or that they contrasted with her flawless, light complexion. If you gave him a choice between describing her as having a big mouth, or a fine mouth, odds are that he would say a big mouth, and he would be wrong. He could not be faulted for not mentioning that she has a beautiful neck, because Frank was not specifically aware that a woman’s neck could be a beautiful thing to look at. Frank might be an asshole, but he wasn’t cruel. For that reason, he would think it rude to mention Eva’s one flaw - if you can really call it a flaw - for surely he has noticed the small chip on one of her otherwise beautiful teeth. Of course, that small chip looks like a jagged fang to Eva in her mind, and fixing it is high on her list of needs. When Frank wasn’t lying to people on the phone, or kissing corporate ass, he was inside his wall, playing the starring roll in the latest piece of fiction now showing in his mind. He had drifted into a fantasy where he was introducing his beautiful wife, and 2 ½ children at a corporate Christmas party. ‘What handsome and polite children you have, Frank…’ “Have I got food on my face?” He had been staring at her but not seeing her. Coming around, he said, “No.” “Then what are you smiling about? Did you and mom get back together? Do I have to go to my friend’s house for two hours now? Are we a happy family again?” Oh, yeah; and she has a sense of humor. “I’m not smiling about anything.” “I see. It must have been gas then.” “Say, Frank, that sure is a nice place you have. Do you use your sailboat much?” “Why? Are you trying to invite yourself for a sail now?” The remark stung Eva, but she tried not to let it show. “No. With my luck, a wind would come along and blow me away.” “Well, I don’t get out as often as I should (never, yet) . If work could do without me for a week or so, I might sell the boat, and deliver it in person.” Eva’s eyes perked up. “I could sell it for you!” “You? Please. What do you know about selling boats?” “Well, I know you want at least some amount of money for it. Anything over that would be a bonus. Let me write up an ad, and if you like it, I can find the best places to run it. We can take it a step at a time. How does that sound?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” Eva wanted to scream, but she held it. She gave him a shy smile, and said, “I work very hard, and I’m smarter than the average bear. You have nothing to lose. If it sells, you can pay me minimum wage for my time.” Frank snorted, and said, “I don’t think so.” (You fucking asshole, Frank) “See? You laugh at the idea. That’s what I’m talking about: nobody takes a girl my age seriously. I have needs, Frankie, and they ain’t getting filled. I’m not asking anybody for handouts – I want to work. Everywhere that I try to get work, people just laugh.” “I wasn’t laughing at you; I just… don’t have any work for you. What needs could you have besides new sneakers? You don’t have bills; you don’t have to pay taxes, or buy food…” “I don’t have to buy food,” Eva said in disgust, while rolling her eyes. “You don’t think I miss meals? What are we doing here? I haven’t eaten since yesterday, at school.” “Frank, do you want to know why I ended up in your neighborhood?” “Probably not...” “They say you learn something new every day, and last night I was thinking that I proved them wrong. At 11:59pm, I was ready to give up, but then I realized that when you are drunk, the louder you talk, the slower you talk. Proportions again, Frank; at 11:59pm, I learned drunker, louder, slower.” Frank looked at her suspiciously and said, “You were drunk at 11:59 last night? That could be part of the problem.” “I wasn’t drunk; the asshole in my living room snorting lines with my mother was. He kept getting drunker, and louder, and talked slower and slower. That’s why I couldn’t get to sleep; that and my stomach rolling over from not having any food in the house. Do you know what it’s like to listen to some drunk fuck slurring his words trying to talk your mother into having sex? I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate it… 1000 frusts... is how much. When they went into my mom’s bedroom, I got the hell out of Dodge. I didn’t feel like listening to the shithead apologizing for 2 hours for not getting it up… so yeah, I took the bus down here, and ended up in your neck of the woods.” Frank felt trapped. He could either say something that sounded like he cared, or not. Either way, he loses. This is what he most feared, and why he never talked passionately, or personally. He simply was not equipped to deal emotionally with other people. Frank derived no pleasure from hurting Eva… not any more. “I don’t think it’s any of my business what goes on in your home.” Eva glared at him and shook her head. “You know what? Fuck off! You don’t have any problems, is that it? Are you Mr. Perfect, with only perfect parents, and a perfect wife, and perfect children? Why are you looking around, Frank? Are you embarrassed? Are you worried about what these strangers might think of you? What are they thinking, Frankie? Are they thinking about what kind of asshole you are?” She leaned closer to him, and in a low voice, she hissed, “They would be fuck-all right!” She wiped her face with a napkin, and threw it down in disgust. As she stood up, she said, “Sorry for burdening you.” Ask she slipped past him, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, “You blew it, Frankie. You fucking blew it, and you don’t even have a clue.” And just like that, she was out the door and out of sight. _______________________________________________________________________ 5 We can only be in one place at a time, and we decide to stick with Frank. He’s trying on a face that he hopes will pass for composed. It doesn’t; he looks like a smug, self-righteous asshole, except four shades redder. Right now, his day was sucking. She had attacked that wall in his head steady since he first saw her, and now he had a headache. He was also pissed off, and even though it didn’t feel quite right, he blamed her. He didn’t want to think about it. What did she mean, ‘I blew it?’ I’m supposed to sit here and listen to her talk about her crack whore mother? Am I supposed to tell her that I had problems like hers too? Am I supposed to go out of my mind for her? Not even a thank-you for the food… That’s what I get for being nice. The next time I see her… (Never) Suddenly he had to get out of there. He wanted to just bolt, but was unable to with all the people who might see such a vulgar display. He left his table a mess and took casual, measured steps to the door, and then he was outside. He had a sick feeling in his gut (he blew it) , and didn’t know why. He hated her for making him feel like this. He needed to catch up with her. He would tell her (I’m sorry) to stay the fuck away from him. He started trotting to his car… and then he started running, his shoes sounding like half of a horse running on the pavement. As he neared his car, he first dropped, and then kicked his keys past the front bumper. “Fuck!” he said to the Gods. He was still running full tilt when he put on the brakes and bent down to scoop up his keys in one fluid motion. He stood up fast, spun around, and… She was sitting in the passenger seat of his car. She was looking away, and she had her hand over her mouth trying to hide the grin that she couldn’t wipe off her face. He couldn’t let her see him breathing hard. People in control of things don’t breathe hard. He pretended to sigh a couple of times while he drew his breath, and then walked to the car door. She managed to wipe the smile off her face while she leaned over to unlock his door. He watched her do this, and then opened the door and got in. She said, “I saw you looking down my shirt when I was leaning over. Maybe you are a pervert after all…” Frank had a huge problem. For the life of him, he could not remember what he was so angry about just a moment ago. I’m losing my mind. You had better remember why you were mad, and remember fast. You can’t remember later on and say that’s right: now I remember why I am mad..., it doesn’t work that way. There is a time window, so you had better say something angry, and say it fast. Eva babbled on. “You’re a lot like the one stalker I’ve had so far. He lived in the apartment below me. I mean, how hard is it to stalk someone who lives one floor above you? I think he should have started from across town just to make it a little challenging. I would think other stalkers would ridicule him and call him a pathetic loser. You make a lousy pervert, Frank. You need to work on creepy. Just looking down my shirt is nothing I can run to the guidance councilor with. He needs more than that. He wants to hear things that involve my ass too.” You are running out of time. Hurry! He’s too late, and that’s too bad, because he had a bucketful of anger not more than 1 minute ago. It seems to have dissipated along with that lead weight in his stomach. The running made it go away , thought the liar. Finally, he said the nicest thing he has ever said as an adult… “I’m sorry.” It came out sincere. In fact, if the Romans had apologized for killing Jesus, they would have sounded something like Frank. Frank has some very legitimate reasons for not saying those words before today. First, one of the benefits of always being right is never having to say you are sorry. Second, Frank has so little interaction with others of his species that the opportunity just doesn’t come up very often. He had plenty of chances to say ‘I’m sorry’ as a child. Frank was one year away from starting public school. His mother taught the 3rd grade there until she was involved with an unfortunate accident. Mrs. Bishop lost her temper for just one second. She had been teaching for close to ten years and in all that time never lost her temper. If she had only screamed, or possibly let loose with a profanity, then the transgression might have been overlooked. In this case, losing her temper involved dislocating the shoulder of a young girl in her class when she picked her up violently by the arm. The concussion the girl sustained was from Mrs. Bishop swinging the girl by her arm into the cinder block wall. She had gone away for a couple of months, but when she came back, she had all the time in the world to devote to her son. Why, she could home school him. This idea seemed to cause a difference of opinion between herself and Frank’s father – a difference loud enough to send Frank to his room for cover. The argument stopped at the same time a dull wet thwack was heard. This sound was before the back door opened up and his mother helped his father fall down the back steps and made a mess of his head. Accidents are terrible affairs, this one left his father without all his faculties, and that included speech. Speech is something a pastor needs, so he was retired by the church. Now mother could be the teacher and the preacher in their humble little home. Mother talked enough for the both of them anyway. His mother taught him the four R’s: reading, riting, rithmatic, and religion. She had a special Bible that had many special books not found in plain Bibles, and she taught Frank Jr. every sin there was, and the punishments that goes with them. Those first few years of home school were mostly lessons about minding mothers, hating liberals, and blaming niggers. When he was about twelve, his mother told Frank about girls. She told him that his pecker could get gangrene from a girl. She told him that if it did, he would have to go to the hospital to get it cut off, and they would laugh at him. It said right in the Bible that some girls could give him gangrene just by talking and looking at him. She told Frank that his pecker was a Satan detector, and if it ever got stiff, that meant Satan was sniffing around for a soul to steal. He stole souls by stabbing a person through the stomach with his pitchfork and then dunking them in a kettle of boiling water until their skin fell off. To stop this from happening, if his pecker ever got stiff, he had to take a shower right away, and wash it very well. Mother knew everything, and sure enough, his pecker became stiff one day. He dutifully washed it, only to discover it might be too late. Infection came out of the tip of his penis in big spurts that scared the shit out of him. The gangrene was trying to take hold. He didn’t dare tell his mother because she would take him to the hospital, and they would laugh as they cut it off. He tried to get the infection out quite often, and he felt good every time he did. He was afraid it was making him sick in the head, because he sometimes though of girls when he did it. He had to confess to his mother now, because surely Satan was sending these thoughts of girls, trying to kill him. He needed help. She looked it up in her special Bible, and it said for her to cast out her husband from the bedroom, and to take Frank into her bed for one night. That night, she had just begun feeling for infection, when his father opened the door and spoke. He said, “No.” His mother walked past his father and went to the kitchen. Frank heard a drawer open, and some things being shifted around, and then he heard the drawer slam shut. When she came back, she had her big rolling pin in her hand, and she beat his dad until he lay still on the floor. She made Frank bring the truck around so she could put his dying father in the back. She then told Frank to drive his dad to the hospital, and tell them he got into a fight with a nigger. He asked if that was a lie, and she asked how it could be a lie if God told him to say it. He hadn’t heard God say anything, but he didn’t dare tell her that. His dad spoke once again that night; he watched his dad being lifted out of the truck on a gurney, and when his dad made eye contact, he told Frank Jr., “Run.” Frank knew he was right, but where was he going to go? He had no money, and he still had pecker problems. Who was going to make his meals? Who was going to read to him? The Bible said he was still forbidden from reading any story his mother did not first read to make sure no liberal ideas were placed in the story by Satan. It was a sure way to get boils on his tongue and eyes. She even read him a story from the bible about a boy his age who got boils on his tongue from sassing his mother. It sounded terrible. His father was gone for several weeks, and when he came back home, one side of his body drooped, and it wasn’t from the weight of the casts. It wasn’t until two years later that his dad spoke again. His mother was very ill. She had told Frank it was cancer, and that she was going to die. She told him not to worry, because she would send him instructions from heaven. She would speak just as the Lord speaks to him, except maybe not quite so loud. His dad had come into the room then and spoke to Frank. He said, “I’m taking her to the hospital. I want to see if they can make her suffer a little longer here on earth, before the devil claims this cunt for himself.” Frank sat up all night letting every sound scare him half to death. He was hungry, and the sky was just turning light when he heard a car. He peeked out a window, and saw it was a police car, and he ran to the hiding spot they always made him hide in when the police came. Two police officers walked right in, and called “Hallo”. He stayed quiet. He even stayed quiet when the two cops started talking about how gruesome the car wreck was that killed his parents. He heard them talking about a witness who said the truck appeared to go over the ravine on purpose, and never once hit the brakes. There were many things his parents never finished telling him before they left him alone. These things he had to learn from monsters. Frank was found wandering in town, half emaciated, and the state did what they could with him. Frank had been abandoned by his parents, and the betrayal left him alone and naked to the world. It seemed much of the world just pointed and laughed during the two years he spent unlearning the twisted shit his mother fed him on. Frank’s personality was forged in fear and confusion. Frank’s discomfort talking with this girl is real. Eva is playing with fire, and she doesn’t even know. Frank has already had a couple of sudden shifts where he wasn’t sure if she was talking about her life, or his past. Some of the shit is surfacing on its own. It’s best not to think about that… Eva touched his hand, and he snapped back to reality, sitting inside his car next to her “You don’t have to apologize, Frank. I have to apologize to you. You bought me breakfast, and carted my ass around, and I made you late for work and told you tales from the ghetto. I’m dead on my feet, Frankie. I wasn’t kidding about not sleeping last night. You didn’t ask to listen to some babbling bitch that hasn’t slept in two days.” Eva opened the door and said, “I just wanted to thank you.” She started to get out, and Frank said, “Wait…” “Yes?” “What did you mean, ‘I blew it’ ?” She looked down, and said, “Nothing. It was stupid.” “What was stupid? Tell me.” Eva thought for a moment, and said, “That I thought I could make you understand; that’s what’s stupid. You think sneakers are my biggest problem…” She was leaning down when she said this, and Frank couldn’t see what she was doing. When she sat back up, she was holding her sneakers, and then she threw them out into the parking lot. “Like I said, a girl has needs… this girl has needs. Look at my tooth, Frankie. How am I going to get my tooth fixed?” She folded her hands, and looked straight ahead before continuing. “I offered to help you sell your boat… zero risk to you… and you laughed at me. That was just one thing I offered to do. There are different kinds of things I can do…” She stopped, and a flood of color rushed to her cheeks. “You know, there are other things I could do for you. I can earn what I need… I want to earn what I need. I am a teenage girl, and I can do special things for you, things you would love and things you need, but I could tell you would never let me do them. It’s too bad too, because I would pay big dividends for you.” Frank was red with embarrassment and anger. He took out his wallet, and with shaking hands, pulled out one, and then another $50 dollar bill and crumpled them into a ball. “Here,” he said as he threw the money past her and out her open door. “Go buy yourself some high heels. You can tell your next mark that someone who respected you for a little while bought them for you. You are a real disappointment, Eva. You had me going for a while. I actually felt bad for you.” He had started the car and now gunned the engine, and she got out of the car. She left the door open while she picked up the money. She put the money in her pocket, and stooped down to talk to Frank through the car door. She was slowly shaking her head and smiling sarcastically, when she said, “You’re a dickhead. Do you think the only wonderful thing I can do for you is give you a blowjob or dance naked for you? Do you think I store all my worth in the box between my legs? You have needs, Frank. Your needs don’t end with your dick… they don’t even start with your dick. You have more pressing needs than that. It’s pretty fucking obvious. I could have taken care of your needs as easy as you can take care of mine. I’m glad you don’t know what you are missing. I guess that is mercy at work.” “I’m too tired to get pissed, Frank. I guess I don’t even blame you for being so stupid. You have potential. I saw it in your eyes when you apologized to me. You have beautiful eyes, Frank, but when I look at them, I’m not sure what is staring back at me.” “I’m taking the bus home now. I am going to think about what to do with this money. I may just keep it… Have a good day.” With that, she slammed the door, and padded off in her bare feet. _______________________________________________________________________ 6 There was one thing that Frank knew with certainty as he backed up and headed out of the parking lot: no way was he going into work today. Hey, Frank. I heard you were told off by a pretty 15-year-old-girl with a high IQ, different color eyes, and a foul mouth. Way to go, buddy! He had to call in sick. I have never called in sick. They are going to gossip. They are going to question my reliability, and they will distrust me… Who gives a fuck? I ask you, does this sound like the man we met at the beginning? Hey, Frank. We heard you laughed at a girl who offered you help. Way to go, buddy! Frank was used to confrontation; it was quite common, actually. There was a set protocol to this: initiate confrontation over something trivial, wait for submission, and then bestow pardon. The deli, for example, was fertile grounds for this. Either something wasn’t sliced thin enough, or it didn’t weight precisely what he asked for. Once the error was corrected and an apology offered, forgiveness would be forthcoming with a generic excuse – “I usually deal with the other guy, so I guess you didn’t know how I liked it,” That was how it always worked. His defenses had always been up to the task. He always could repel a person before there was any danger of intimate conversation. Now he found out otherwise. He was going to have to strengthen his defenses. Bad shit happens when conversations turn intimate. Eva’s problems dredged up memories of some of the same shit he went through, and that brought him dangerously close to telling her. If he did that… she would want to listen… and hear more… when all he wanted to do was forget. As he was driving home, it was not lost on him that she not only broke through some of his defenses and read him like an open book, but she also got him to do everything she wanted. Why was he not enraged by that? He displayed zero control. She turned him into a meat puppet, and that made him feel… what? Kinship? The familiar stench of Doubt was everywhere as it blasted holes into the wall defending his beliefs. Through these holes poured questions. You blew it… What did I blow? I am a teenage girl, and I can do special things for you… Whore. You have needs, Frank Whore. They don’t start with your dick. You have more pressing needs than that… And what can you do for my needs? Hold on to your hate, Frank. I feel like I am losing you, Stay with me; stay in control… Was that her little game? She would act like a friend? I’m your friend. Listen to me. I’m a teenage girl, and you know what we are good for… _______________________________________________________________________ 7 It’s Wednesday, 7:22am, and just for shits and giggles, we peek in on Frank to see if he’s awake. When we look, he’s not there! We look all around the house, even checking the bathrooms. We hear a rattle, and look outside, and there is Frank pretending to be interested in a problem with his mailbox. It must be some wickedly complex problem, one requiring him to contemplate for some time while sitting in his car. It’s 8:04am when he gets out of the car for the last time to check the mailbox… nope; no mail. Look all around because maybe (she) the mailman is coming. ; He gets back into the car and drives away. 10 to1 odds that he stops at McDonald’s, goes inside, and serves up just a little aggravation to the cashier when he doesn’t recognize anyone he knows inside. We feel a little dirty doing this, but can’t resist watching him come home in the early evening. He looks a little tense, but otherwise fine. It is only after not finding any notes, and after he is sequestered in the house that he takes on a more miserable appearance. It must be because he didn’t make a dime in commissions today. Or the next day, Thursday… Or the next day, Friday… Day Eva + 3. After taking a good look, we see Frank is not doing so well. His condition is more advanced than we suspected. He gave into doubt, and doubt has been ass-raping him for three days now. Actually, it looks like it’s a tag team with honesty too. It’s ugly. It goes beyond Eva; she opened a door, and it looks like Frank walked through it. Right now, it sounds like he is talking to himself, but when we listen carefully, he’s talking to someone he hasn’t talked to in years. I met someone I couldn’t make hate me. She’s just a girl. I don’t love her, and I don’t lust after her. She wanted to help me, and I laughed at her. She asked for my help and I ridiculed her. I hate… me. She was nice to me. She could hate the world. I hate the world. Why doesn’t she? Her father is dead like you. Her mother may as well be. She sat before me, and I never saw her. I know her help now that it’s too late. Why didn’t you tell me what a friend looks like? I was cruel to a girl the world is cruel to. Never have I done anything so terrible. I’m done hiding, and I’m done hating. I deserve to hurt forever. I just want to tell her it will be OK. I know you are alone. I know Mother burns in hell forever. I forgive you now. The sun is setting but it’s darker than normal. Frank is oblivious to everything. When we look out of the picture window directly behind him, the sky is shaded deep blue at the top and gradually shifts to orange toward the horizon. The clouds on the horizon are stratified, and the thickest band obscures the setting sun. Frank sees none of that. The rectangle of newly turned earth in the backyard is still visible in the fading light, and it is difficult to know what is in the middle of it. If we had to guess, we would guess it is a birdhouse on the end of a pole. It is difficult to say, since none of it was there yesterday, or any days before it. Frank’s no help; he has his back to the window and doesn’t see it. Soon the darkness will hide it until tomorrow. The thick band of clouds does not quite meet the horizon, and a bright line silhouettes the bottom of the clouds. Frank stands up and does something very uncharacteristic. He walks to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a drink. The cabinet is well stocked from one of Frank’s fantasies. He was going to host social parties where his fellow employees and even his bosses would come over to unwind after a successful week. He is thankful now; there might yet be enough booze to drown. Frank is not a drinker, and doesn’t even look at the labels on the bottles. He picks a bottle at random, and we note it is a quality single malt whiskey. That was a lucky grab; maybe he should start drinking. He places a tumbler on the counter, and tries to find the light switch inside the cabinet. It is now too dark to see for pouring. He feels the switch and flicks it up, and realizes it’s mounted sideways. Before he can flick it again, a flash of orange light makes him jump. He was confused, thinking the switch caused an electrical short that triggered the flash. The orange persists, and Frank looks out the window and sees a thin incandescent glow between the clouds and the distant horizon. The sun was below the band of clouds, and it made for an unusual sky; just the band of light, but the rest of the sky was dark with clouds and with the night. He tried to reconcile the patch of turned earth and whatever was sticking out of the middle of it. It didn’t belong there. It was his yard, and he knew it didn’t belong there. Was it a trick of the light? It must be the work of vandals, who dug up his lawn. Frank must be livid, because he moved fast. He raced to the kitchen and grabbed a flashlight. God help anyone still in his yard, because that smile on his face tells us he is out of his mind. “Fucking sliding glass door… open!” Frank yelled at the door and flicked the lock, and one of the two actions allowed to door to slide. Frank had found a new time to swear, and the absurdity of the thought made him laugh aloud. What will the neighbors think? We race with him to the edge of the rectangle, and we see the fresh earth patch is about 15’ x 10’. Sticks are evenly spaced along the edge of the patch. They are capped with empty seed packets. The earth is formed into slight rows, and with his flashlight, he can see prints made by human feet. They are most heavily concentrated by the pole in the middle of the patch, and Frank shines his light up the pole and onto a birdhouse. Taped to the small house is a letter. It reads: Dear Frankie, I know it looks like dirt, but there is more here than meets the eye You have to trust me when I tell you it will pay dividends I toiled in the soil in my bare feet during the night I didn’t want to get my new sneakers dirty It’s a good thing you didn’t buy me pants The moon shining off my bare ass would wake everyone up I thought about waking you anyway I wanted you to feel the cool earth with your toes It was indescribable, and I wanted to share it with you I hope to see you again someday Your friend, Eva P.S. I planted some birdseed too When they sprout, they will have a home to live in We don’t know how long Frank sat on the edge of that little garden and cried. It didn’t seem appropriate to linger. It could have been a long time; he had a lot of catching up to do. _______________________________________________________________________ 8 It was a warm Saturday, and Frank had taken the blue tarp off his sailboat to polish all the brightwork. The sailboat served as a reverse widow’s walk, whose height commanded a better view of the road that might be used by pedestrian travelers. He really wasn’t expecting Eva to show up, but he found himself scanning nonetheless. He knocked off at about noon to fix some lunch, and his telephone rang. He normally screens incoming calls on the rare occasions he gets one. He had a hunch, and sure enough, it was Eva. She was calling collect from a payphone, and Frank wanted to say something to her, but he was having trouble expressing himself. He did something very smart: he said, “Eva? Will you stay on the phone long enough for me to figure out how to talk to you?” He cringed, knowing how stupid it sounded. Eva said she wasn’t sure if she could, because she had a date with a prince from Siam. It was a wonderful distraction, and Frank broke the sad news to her that Siam went out of business, but good God, there must be a hundred other princes waiting for her. It took him 43 minutes before he finally mentioned the garden. His voice cracked, and he had no idea she cried just a little because of it. The call lasted just over two hours, and it was a struggle. In the end, Frank had thanked her for the things he should, and apologized for his terrible behavior. He told her he needed to find a doctor to hear some things that he couldn’t get into with her. She had asked if he wanted to meet for breakfast, and he said not yet. He thought practicing on the phone was something he would like to do first, and she didn’t laugh. He told her seeing a doctor might bring up some bad stuff, and he wanted her to be able to hang up if he lapsed into old behavior. She extracted one concession for the next call: she would call him if he could name one thing she could do for him other than sex, and it started today, on this first call. It didn’t take him even one second to say, “Be my friend.” She called Sunday. This went on every single day for six weeks, with Frank finding something she could do for him to get his call the next day. In this way, they planned activities neither would have ever done alone. She could take him to a play in town; she could take him to a ball game; she could go to a movie he wanted to see, and she could force him to watch a movie she wanted to see. She could dress him up for dating; she could help find him a date; she could approve of his date; she could help him find a new restaurant… Frank found out she was immensely useful, and in fact, he had no idea how he managed without her. Mostly they just talked. Slowly the baggage came out, and she did indeed hang up on Frank on more than one occasion. Frank too learned that Eva had her moments, and she would get mad that he didn’t hang up. She would hang up on herself for him. Always she would call back, always they ended the day’s conversation with Frank telling her something wonderful, and he sometimes indulged her with beautiful lies. Eva could be an odd bird at times. She had an eclectic sense of humor and an intellect that rejoiced in bending conventional logic. She never seemed to be sad, but she masked her insecurities with crankiness, and she would hang up for Frank, and call back in a better mood. Frank still had his limits, and one time he had hung up on her. She had called and started talking dirty to him. He did not know how to handle that. Frank always asked if she needed anything, and she always replied that just knowing she is not on her own in the world was enough. Frank eventually got an address out of her, and sent her a FedEx with $200 in cash and a picture of the garden. The garden had become another phone ritual, with her worrying over various outlandish problems that Frank has probably allowed to happen. Frank always reassured her it was fine, and he watered and weeded it every day. The practice was paying off. Frank was beginning to express himself, and that actually made his sessions with the shrink that much more effective. It was a dividend - no question about it. Frank knew he would be seeing his shrink for a long time. So much, and yet so little has been addressed in the few weeks since he started his visits. Frank finally asked Eva is she might want to help him find a decent restaurant, and maybe do a little shopping after. “God, Frank. I thought you’d never ask.” _______________________________________________________________________ 9 He had offered to fetch her, but she insisted on making her own way to his house. He knew not to push, and it was agreed she would come by before dinnertime on Saturday – dinnertime being whenever she wanted to eat. Frank felt foolish for being nervous. He was looking forward to seeing her, but apprehensive at the same time. Their conversations became a very important part of the day for each of them, and the phone provided a social buffer, as well as a circuit breaker. He knew he had little to fear - the old Frank was turning into a memory. Frank had nearly fallen asleep on the couch, when outside, he heard… “I’m dying…” Did he imagine the words? He stood up so fast he nearly blacked out. He heard the sound of tired footsteps slapping with an exaggerated stride. Then he heard panting like a dog, a couple more slapped steps, and then… “I’m dying and nobody cares…” Last, he heard a loud thud on his door. Walking to the door, he rehearsed his greeting. He had a whole list of compliments that he wanted to make sure he remembered tonight. His heart was pounding as he grabbed the doorknob and he prepared to tell her she looked lovely. He threw the door open, looked at Eva, and said… “You got breasts?” “I smell like a goat.” “I never noticed your neck, Eva.” “Don’t take me dancing, Frankie. I’m too tired.” “Why was I nervous?” “I’m trying to quit swearing.” “You have great taste in sneakers.” “I hope you like goats, Frank, because I’m going to hug you right now.” Eva was holding on tight with her eyes closed, and said, “I had tits when you met me, but I had them strapped down. I bought a real bra and some second-hand clothes, and a birdhouse, and seeds, and… sneakers.” She squeezed even tighter, and said, “I wanted to give you a hug, but I need one too, so don’t pull…” Something terrible happened to Frank, and Eva started laughing. Frank tried to push away, but Eva held on tighter and laughed louder. She looked up at him and said, “You have a boner! Frankie! Honest to God, what are the neighbors going to think?” She wouldn’t let go, and Frank dragged her around backwards as he tried to get away. She said, “I’m only 15 years old, and you want to put your thing in me. That’s disgusting! You are such a pervert! I can’t wait to tell my guidance councilor at school.” “Eva, stop!” “Was it because I said ‘bra’? ‘Birdhouse’? Was it ‘birdhouse’?” She let go of him and, feigning shock, drew in a deep breath, and said, “You like the smell of goats! Oh my God! And I’m just a…kid!” She started bleating and backed him into a corner. She leaned up, and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and stopped torturing him. “Frank, you look like you want to die. Did I embarrass you?” “I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking about… anything… bad.” “Bad? What do you mean, ‘bad’?” “You know.” “No. You mean when the girl bends over and the boy spits on her back?” Frank almost wet himself laughing, and that surprised the both of them. Once he had air in his lungs, he said, “I don’t know if trading in a dirty mouth for a filthy mind is much of an improvement.” “Hey, Frank?” “Yes?” “You look good. I mean you look like you’ve been through the ringer… it looks like you lost a couple of pounds, but you don’t look so bound up.” He handed her a glass of ice tea, and watched her drink half of it down without coming up for air. He refilled her glass, and then asked, “Eva, I never had the courage to ask you on the phone, but why didn’t you just walk away that day we met?” She hung her head, and thought for a moment before answering. “I think everybody spends a lot of time pretending to be someone they are not. Do you promise you won’t get mad?” “I promise.” “OK. You were an asshole to people for some reason. People like to judge, and then stick a label on others. They never ask why someone is the way they are. I stuck the same label on you as everyone else… ‘asshole’, but I knew there was a reason for it. I shared my personal thoughts with you, and you did the rest. One part of you kept trying to shut down what the other part of you was willing to do. I knew you were being stubborn about eating breakfast. I could see the fear. Why would someone fear that?” “Then… I watched you grill the cashier when you ordered your food. The kid did nothing to you, and I realized that was the problem. If he had been an asshole, you would have just ordered your food. Because he was nice to you, you had to act like an asshole to him, and I knew why: you had to make sure there was no chance of a friendly relationship. It was crystal-clear to me. You couldn’t see it, but I did. I had no idea why you did it, but I knew I was looking at someone who wasn’t an evil asshole, but someone who needed to keep people away. I couldn’t think of a more lonely existence.” “Then it hit me: I knew what kind of work I could do for you. I just didn’t know how to tell you yet.” “I tried telling you, but all you saw was a young girl. What does the world think of a young girl? Cute, but mostly useless is what it thinks. I’m being honest here, so don’t get mad, OK?” “I said I wouldn’t.” “My needs not getting filled, missing meals, missing sleep, they are all small potatoes compared to my mother getting arrested or worse; I go into a Foster home if that happens. I’ve seen kids who ended up with the state, Frankie, and they are not the same after a while. Life kicks the shit out of them, and they stop hoping after awhile. I need options. I need some independence, and that means I need work. I can’t get work. The law doesn’t allow it. I already tried knocking on doors to get yard work, and cleaning work, and all people see when they open the door, is some useless kid.” “I needed an interview. I had to show someone that I was smart and mature. I was in this neighborhood for a reason. Will a rich person give me work, or a poor person? Is a single person going to give me work, or someone with a wife? I picked your driveway because I didn’t see any kid’s toys in your yard, or a car that a woman would drive. You were first on my list because you were the first house that looked right. I had nine on my list. Frank asked, “How did you know when to catch me? How long did you wait?” “I did my homework. Remember when you said I looked familiar?” Frank nodded. “You saw me a few days before. I walked down the street a couple of times writing down what car was in what driveway at what time. If a car was gone on the next circle around, I had a time range.” “What a clever girl. So you tricked me… I guess we should be thankful you are not a burglar. I’d like to know then, and be honest… were the sneakers a prop?” “No. Being lost was my only stunt. I was ready to chalk the whole idea up to failure when you were such a prick. I forgot all about being on my best behavior and talking about how little time a busy man has, and all the things that need to be done. I just started bitching about my problems, and it wasn’t until I saw just how alone you were, that I realized how much more valuable I can actually be to somebody who needed the right kind of help.” They both fell silent for a moment, and then Frank said, “Incredible. Do you ever wonder what else you might accomplish? I am looking at you and thinking you might be destined for great things. Besides having different colored eyes, you are unusual. You are… special.” Eva blushed, and rolled her eyes, and her age peeked through when she made some silly noises in her embarrassment. “Are you hungry Eva?” “I am fuck-all… I am famished, Frank. Did you figure out a place to eat at?” “I just have to confirm…” Frank called a number and spoke for a moment, and Eva heard him mention 11:00PM, and gave him a quizzical look. He hung up, and said, “There is a place on the coast that I thought we could try…” “The coast? That will take two hours to get there.” “No. I just spoke to the pilot. We will have some time to do some shopping too, but he wants to head back at 11:00, so I think we will only shop for you tonight. I can go another week in my un-cool clothes.” Eva screeched and jumped in the air while clapping her hands. “Frankie! You are the balls! You are starting to scare me.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Do they have air fresheners in planes? I still smell like a… I’m not going to say it; I don’t want you walking around with a boner.” “Shut up, Eva. We can just open a window.” _______________________________________________________________________ 10 It doesn’t seem right to follow their evening. In fact, I think we have seen all we need. We have seen what a not-so-chance encounter with an unlikely stranger has done to our favorite basket case. Something inside Frank needed to get out, and Eva helped set it free. Frank did indeed hang ten, but it sounds like he will be purging demons for quite some time. We really should sign off, but it is tempting to make sure Frank returns in a good spirits. There is still a lot of volatility in both of them, and anything could happen. It is midnight when we hear the rumble of the car coming up the street. It pulls into the driveway, and we are a bit surprised to see Eva get out of the car too. Maybe she has stubbornly insisted on making her own way home again. They are laughing, and that is a great sound. Eva starts pulling bags out of the car and handing them to Frank. The scene evokes images of a clown car. “Tell me that’s the last bag, Eva. This car doesn’t hold that much stuff.” “Almost, Frankie; I’ve got the last two here. I’ll carry these, and you carry the other eight, OK?” she said with an evil laugh. She gave another evil laugh and said, “I thought you were going to die when I was eating my ice cream tonight.” “Eva. Everyone in the place is probably taking a cold shower right now. I don’t know why you pull that shit with me sometimes. I could have died.” “That’s why I did it, dipshit. Hey Frank, with these new clothes, you are going to be beating the women off… or I should say, women will be beating you off. Hehe. Get it, Frank? They will be beating you off?” “Yes. Please hurry. These are getting heavy. This was supposed to be your night. I don’t know what your obsession is with finding me a girlfriend. There is a pace to things, and I got the feeling tonight you want to marry me off right away. Honestly, am I that much of a burden?” Eva giggled, and said, “Nooo. I don’t know; I just think you are too nice to waste on me.” “I’m not wasting myself on you. There is no you in that way. There is only you, my friend.” “Oh yeah? Then why the…” “Quit with the boner, would you? Christ, you’ve been weird tonight! Fun, but weird. Hurry up and do what you have to do so I can get you home. I’m exhausted.” Frank unlocked the door, and just about threw the bags into the house. He grabbed the two bags Eva was carrying, and closed the door behind her. She was wired, and said, “I can’t believe the luck we had with you tonight. You are going to look like a new man.” “Eva, people are going to fall over laughing when they see me.” “Admit it, Frank: you love the clothes. I want you to try something on when I take my shower. I want to see them together.” “No. I’ve done all the trying on I am going to do tonight.” “Frank, I’m asking you nice: please try them on.” “That’s not asking me nice; that’s telling me in the disguise of asking nice. That’s what you do, and it’s what I seem powerless to do anything about.” “God, Frank; you really are a terrific learner. I just love ya. You have to put on the belt and shoes too. Don’t put on the cologne; I can’t be held responsible if you do.” “Au de goat?” “Shut up; it smells great. Speaking of smelling great, I can’t wait to get into some of my new clothes. Thank you very much, Frank.” “See how that worked out so well for both of us? I got some desperately needed clothes, and all I had to do was turn you into an irresistible stud-muffin In exchange. We sure had fun tonight. Those lights coming back…, I was dizzy…it seemed like a dream.” “Eva, I’m pretty sure I would have had fun breaking rocks tonight.” “Frank?” “Eva?” “Thanks for everything.” Frank walked up to Eva and gave her a hug. He released her, and said, “I’m happy you had a good time. You are welcome. Oh, look Eva; no boner.” “Well, maybe it’s safe to ask you then; can I crash on a couch? It’s Saturday, and I’m sure there are people over. I feel like they would be able to tell I rode in an airplane tonight. I don’t want them seeing I got new clothes. I don’t want them to bring me down. I want to replay everything tonight, and I want to go to sleep with a smile.” Frank said, “I don’t care; as long as you are not going to get in trouble. You’re mother is going to think I am a pervert.” “My mother told me to seduce you. She’s not a very complex person. I could win the Nobel Prize and she would say, that’s nice, Eva. When are you going to find a man to take care of you? ” “You told her I was thirty?” “I told her, but I’m not sure numbers mean much to my mother anymore. I don’t want you to meet her. I love her, and I would hate for you to think bad of her… which you couldn’t help. Anyway…I will cook breakfast in the morning for rent.” Frank chuckled. “You don’t have to sleep on a couch. I have a couple of guest bedrooms. One of them is perfect for you. You can sleep with stuffed animals and frilly pillows.” “Frank; did I tell you how awesome you are?” “I’ll show you were it is. There is a shower right next to it.” Eva followed him up the stairs and then down a long hallway. He showed her the various rooms off the hall. His room was huge, and it had its own bathroom. The hall ended at a door, which led out to a balcony. Before the balcony door, on the left, was a bedroom and on the right was a bathroom. Frank opened the door on the left, and showed Eva the bedroom she could use. Eva looked at the bed, and collapsed onto it. It wasn’t an especially beautiful bed – just a tasteful four-poster, but the mattress was of superior quality. Eva stretched out among the stuffed animals, and marveled at the comfort of the mattress. She told Frank she had never felt anything so nice. She held out her hand so he could lift her back up onto her feet. Frank showed her the bathroom across the hall. He showed her were the towels were, how to adjust the water temperature, and he made sure there was soap and shampoo. On the way out, Eva told him which shirt and slacks to try on, and not to forget the shoes, or the belt. He just rolled his eyes and nodded. ... Frank had to smile when he heard the door down the hall finally open. Her shower had lasted 45 minutes, and he though she might have fallen asleep in there. When she came out, she was wearing a light top, and a pair of baby blue skin-tight shorts that she had bought with Frank’s help tonight. Her hair was still slightly damp, and her skin was rosy from the hot water. She knocked lightly on Frank’s bedroom door, and he opened it right away. He started blushing, and Eva couldn’t tell if it was because of her, or because he felt self-conscience in his new duds. It’s impossible not to admire Eva’s vibrant beauty and soft curves. Her multicolored eyes twinkled with delight at seeing Frank. She made a joke of chasing him around the room, and he pretended to hate his new clothes. Eva gives him a hug, and we can tell he is distinctly uncomfortable by the way he is leaning into her hug. She holds on for a moment extra, and says, “Frank. Thank you for everything. Tonight was like a fairytale. Right now, I feel… safe. I feel like the world stopped chasing me for a while, and I forgot what that felt like.“ She let out a loud sob, and this caught Frank off guard. She buried her face in his shirt, and held on tight. Her crying was silent, but she was shaking hard, and Frank’s heart broke. He had no idea why she was crying, but he put his other arm around her and hugged her tight. He stroked her hair, and told her everything was going to be OK. She had her face buried in his shirt for a couple of minutes before she stopped crying. She lifted her head a little so she was looking over his shoulder. She wouldn’t let go, and he could feel her eyelashes against his cheek when she blinked. She sucked in snot, and in a soft voice still wobbly with emotion, she said into his ear, “I just can’t tell you how I feel. I am overcome…” “It’s called Joy, Eva. I’ve heard about it.” With a grin on her face, she pulled back and looked at him through glassy eyes. She was about to say something, but then burst into tears again, and waved a hand in front of her face. She backed out of the room, and with tears streaming down her face, she screwed on a smile, gave a little wave, and in a wobbly voice, said, “Goodnight, Frankie.” _______________________________________________________________________ 11 The power of two is a miraculous thing. A man exists in a shell that hides him from his own dysfunctional past. He has money, and the things it can buy, but he pushes the world away instead of grasping it in his hand. A young girl, wise beyond her years, is trapped in a world that seems intent on crushing her. One fears the past and the other fears the future. Together, they have made the present a wonderful place for each other. They are keenly aware of the limits society has placed on their friendship; they hide in the ambiguity of their relationship so as not to offend society. As long as she is a daughter, or a niece, or maybe a friend of the family, then that is acceptable. Under no circumstances can they simply be two people who met and are now close friends. The telling of their story is not yet finished, but society demands that it must end here. To tell the rest of the story would be to speak of things forbidden. Eva and Frank did more than just survive together; they thrived together. They filled in the missing parts of life for each other, and they never asked for approval to do so. They amplified the nice parts of life, and smoothed the unpleasant parts just a little. It didn’t stop them from experiencing joy, or pain, or anything except possibly regret, and maybe that is what society is ultimately pissed off about. How many of us will end our days with some regret? What gives these two unfortunate people the right to be so fortunate? I said at the beginning this was a story you are not supposed to like. If you choose to read the rest of their story and find you like it, then maybe society has been ripping you off all along. How regrettable that would be. _______________________________________________________________________ 12 That very night, after Eva tiptoed to her room, Frank got ready for bed but didn’t crawl in right away. He sat on the edge of his bed while a swirl of thoughts passed through his consciousness. It was an odd mix: he had a sense of contentment that came from an evening that went mostly as planned. He had succeeded in doing something nice for Eva; - she even called it a fairytale. It was funny how her enjoyment was the thing he desired. A selfless need, he thought ironically. Mixed with that was a slight unease with Eva’s emotional state. He rolled it around in his head, trying to identify what she was experiencing. She had been at times obnoxious during the evening, and he chalked that up to the novelty of being pampered in an extravagant way. Being flown on a private plane to dine and shop was probably heady stuff for a teenage girl, and not all people are comfortable with lavishness. She had done a few things she knew would piss him off, or embarrass him, but he also knew she would have walked to the end of the earth for him tonight. Yes, he enjoyed spoiling her tonight. He owed her so much. He was puzzled by the crying. It was intense – much more than tears of joy. He was at a loss, so he attributed it to the mysteries of women – a thoroughly unknowable creature. The attention Eva had brought to his appearance made the possibility of him finding a date something real. This made him a little nervous, and he would have to resist Eva if she started pushing him to meet someone. He will deal with that at his pace. It was nice to know he at least could dress the part when the time came. As the adrenaline faded, he started to yawn and knew he would drop like a rock. He turned out the light, and 10 seconds later, was in a different world. A half hour after that, Eva couldn’t take it any more. She got up, and stumbled down the hallway, feeling along the wall for a doorframe. When she found it, she paused for a moment, and slowly put her hand out to the door. She hated to knock, but the door wasn’t closed all the way, so she pushed it open and stepped into his room. His bed was framed by only the light of his alarm clock, and she walked up next to it. Why people whisper at times is a funny thing, but whisper she did – loudly. “Frank!” Frank had just teleported to somewhere nice, and already he was being summoned back. He was pissed about it, too. “I’m sleeping,” he mumbled. “Slide over…” “Huh? Go back to bed!” he said testily. “No. I want to sleep next to you. I’m…” “Goddamn it… No!” “Frank, I’ll rip the fucking covers right off your bed. The sooner you slide over, the sooner you get back to sleep…” “More. Slide over a little more.” Eva pulled back the cover just along the edge of the bed without uncovering Frank. She crawled in, taking the spot he already warmed. She reached behind, and felt along his arm until she found his hand. She took hold of it, lifted it up, and scooted backwards until she fit her body against his. Then she pulled his arm around her. Behind her, Frank asked, “Are you naked?” “Yes,” Eva whispered. “Why are you naked?” he hissed angrily. It took Eva forever to answer him. He was wide-awake now, and he propped himself up on an elbow and leaned his head over Eva, waiting for her to answer. “Because I don’t want to be alone…” “That doesn’t explain why you are naked.” She was still holding his arm around herself, and in place of an answer, she moved his hand to her breast and gripped his fingers tightly in hers. She was shaking from nerves, and she was embarrassed by that. Frank couldn’t believe how soft and wonderful her small breast felt. He wanted to rip his hand away, but instead found himself rubbing and caressing her breast. She released her grip on his fingers, and he started gently playing with her nipple. He felt it swell and harden in response to his touch. In his mind, Frank could see Eva’s long neck, and he lowered his head down and began lightly kissing it. Eva rolled over to face him, and tried to hug him, but the spell broke, and Frank flinched away. “Eva! What are we doing? We can’t do this! This is bad. It’s against my belief.” Eva clutched his hand in both hers, and said, “I felt your belief poking me. This might be our only chance, Frank.” “What do you mean, ‘our only chance’? There is not supposed to be a chance…” “I have a secret to tell you… I have two secrets to tell you… I have three secrets to tell you, Frank.” “What secrets?” “I need this chance…” “Eva, you don’t know what you are saying…” “Frank, I’m in love with you.” “Eva…” “Frank, please listen to me. It’s not a stupid girl crush. I know the difference. I didn’t plan for this to happen. You thought I was teasing you that time you hung up on me. I was so horny for you that night… if you played along, I would have ran all the way here. You didn’t, and I put my feelings aside, and told myself that you could never love me. I called you back because it would be unfair to you if I didn’t. I kept telling myself that our friendship is an arranged thing that we came to agree on. Isn’t that what we have?” “Exactly.” “Yeah, exactly…, and you know what, Frankie?” “What?” “Bullshit! It just confirms what I thought: you don’t know anything about relationships, and you know fuck-all about your own feelings.” “Eva…” “Frank! If I were just your little pal, you would not have arranged for a perfect evening. You wouldn’t have flown me to a candlelight dinner, and shopping, and… the kicker was the ice cream, Frank.” “Eva, I’m sorry if you got the impression…” “No, Frank. I’m sorry you didn’t understand what you felt. I watched you tonight. Did you know that every time I smiled, you lit up? You wanted everything to be perfect for me tonight. I was all that was important in your world. I was your world… I could feel it radiating off you. I have never been honored as great as tonight. I’m not talking about the food, or any of that shit, I’m talking about what I felt from your heart. Did you, or did you not love me tonight, Frankie? Be fucking honest!” Eva sobbed out the last words, but controlled herself right away. Frank could feel her staring at him, and he wanted to retreat for some reason. What did he feel? He never thought about it. He tried a familiar lie. “Eva, I loved you maybe like a daughter.” “I knew you were going to say that. I can’t be upset because you don’t know any better. You have to tell yourself that.” Eva patted his chest a couple of times, and said, “Tonight…” “Tonight, when they brought out the appetizers, I was struck by… a vision. It was like a fog lifted, or a veil I have been seeing the world through was lifted, and for the first time, I gazed at true beauty. Everything to me… seemed… so beautiful. The food, the tablecloth, the bubbles in our fake champagne…your eyes, in that light…, I melted into them, Frank. It struck me that I was looking at a man who didn’t have a clue to what his beautiful heart was saying. It made me sad because I was so attracted to you, but you would never allow yourself to see how I saw the world just then. You picked right up on something; you were ready to send the appetizers back because I must have looked sad for a billionth of a second. I wasn’t sad for the appetizers, I was sad because I realized something I loved was out of reach.” Eva started absentmindedly rubbing his chest as she talked. She spoke slowly, weighing the right words. “I tried to shake my feelings all night. I didn’t let you spend too much time on my clothes. I wanted to get you clothes so you could dress up for dates. I thought talking about a girlfriend for you would make my feelings for you go away. I ended up hating the bitch.” Eva smiled, but didn’t get any sense that Frank was smiling. “To top it all off, I became very horny. That was twice in a couple of weeks, and both times intensely about you. I thought I was immune. Christ! I was like a cat rubbing on everything. You knew something was up, but not what it was. I was grinding my crotch into the corner of the table at the ice cream place while you talked to me. I didn’t even hear what you were saying. It suddenly seemed important for me to give my ice cream head. You thought I was teasing you, but you caught me fantasizing. I just went with it after I realized what I was doing so you would think I was teasing.” “You thought I was mostly asleep on the plane ride home, but I was mesmerized by all the lights and the dream of the evening, and I fantasized the whole way home about making love to you. It was so beautiful that I came in here to make it real, because my second secret is that my mother is dying from cancer and I will have to go to a Foster home in just a little while, and who knows if I will be able to see you again? I might be going away, Frank.” Little flashes of light went off behind Frank’s eyes as his brain ground through gears. …mother is dying from cancer… For the briefest instant, Frank wanted to scream at whomever it was laying next to him. She had no right to crash the truck and infect his pecker with gangrene. They will have to cut off his fingers now, too - his fingers that touched her nakedness. They will know, and they will laugh, and they will cut. You stupid fuck! You should have listened. You did not need her sniffing around. You were warned, and you knew what would happen. You do not simply wash this girl away. After they finish laughing and cutting all of your naughty parts off, they will have to cut her from your heart and soul. She will just be so much refuse circling the drain. Who knows where she will land? Some here… some there… a little on your heart and soul… “Frank, breath!” Frank suddenly sat up, and Eva said, “Jesus, Frank; are you okay?” He turned and looked at her, and stroked her cheek. “Eva… I almost lost you. Your mother is dying… is it okay?” Eva was confused, and her heart was beating fast. She didn’t know what he meant. “Is what okay, Frankie?” “Is it okay? Can I love you?” Eva crawled on top of Frank, and ran her fingers through his hair. She kissed him deeply and passionately, and he wrapped his arms around her. She put her mouth right next to his ear, and whispered, “Only if you want to.” “Tell me how this works, Eva. You are the one with vision.” “If I fucked up, Frank, please don’t punish us. It feels right. You feel right. I have no right to take what I have no right to even ask for. It’s one thing to trade sneakers, but it’s something else to ask you to love me. I never meant to wish that big.” A tear landed on Frank’s forehead, and he rolled onto his side so they were facing each other in an embrace. “Maybe you are an angel sent here to torture me, or you might be a devil sent here to reward me. We have forever to figure it out. I never want to be away from you. I cannot even think about it.” Eva tucked herself into him. In their embrace, she tilted her head up, and found Frank’s lips. The room spun around, and she was speechless. As she came back to earth, she noticed something. “Frank, your belief betrays you again.” “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It just poked out.” “Oh my God; are we going to make love? Are you going to make love to me?” “Eva, one way or another, you always get what we want. It just happens. Resistance is futile, and I should know that by now.” “If that’s really true, then you might hate me.” “Why?” “Because what I fantasized about with you… I found out I’m a… dirty, filthy whore, and I can’t seem to help it. I don’t even know how to do this, but I imagined you doing things to me that I can’t even tell you about… and now I’m getting all hot again just thinking about it. Oh, my God!” Eva grabbed Frank and pulled her body tight against his. She began kissing him with her open mouth, licking his lips and tongue while kissing him. He was returning her kisses, and she pulled his head down to her breast. She was breathing in gasps before he even began sucking on her nipple. When his mouth found it, Eva went wild. “Oh, my God, Frank! Oh…, What are you doing? It was never like this. Oh, fuck…, what are you doing?” Frank came up for air, and said, “I’m sucking…” “Don’t stop! Don’t talk. Frank? My God, my… I’m soaking wet. My… my… cunt is soaking.” Frank stopped sucking, and quickly said, “I thought you never said cunt.” “Oh, fuck! I love when you say cunt, Frankie. Say it again.” “Cunt” Eva was nearly hyperventilating, as he played his tongue and lips over her nipple. “Frankie… do you want to know what I thought about? Can I tell you something terrible that I imagined you doing?” Frank nodded his head, but didn’t stop sucking. He wanted to quit his job and never leave her breast again. Eva was breathing louder than she talked. She said, “OK. I…, I…, you licked me down there. You licked me…. with your tongue.” This was an idea that Frank suddenly found very, very appealing. He stopped sucking her nipple and moved up to talk to her. He was ready to make an offer to her, but she grabbed his head and started kissing and talking to him. “Did that gross you out Frank? I’m sorry… I need to talk dirty… I can’t help it…” “Eva, I think I would like that very much.” “What? Me to talk dirty?” “No. I would like to lick you… down there.” “Oh, fuck me! No! Not fuck me… yet. Yes, lick my pussy, Frank. Are you sure? I am so wet… it doesn’t matter; you said you wanted to, so now you have to. Do it now!” Eva started pushing his head down, and then almost took his head off as she threw the covers nearly off the bed with one wild swing of her arm. She spread her legs wide, and she was shaking with anticipation and nervousness. “Frank! Pass me my legs. I want to put them behind my ears…” Frank’s mouth was one inch from her crotch, and he could feel the humidity from her heat and her dampness. Before she finished her sentence, Frank licked her like an ice cream. Eva thought she knew what an orgasm felt like, but it turns out she was wrong. One lick and she had stopped talking, and stopped breathing. Frank though he did something wrong and hurt her when she started having violent spasms. Eva wanted to kill him when he asked her if she was OK, but she could not talk. She came close to panicking, and thought she would never breathe again. Suddenly, mercifully, she found her lungs. “Don’t fucking stop! Oh, Jesus Christ! What did you do? That was your tongue? Frank, I just had an orgasm. Don’t you ever fucking stop this. OK? I promise you can do anything you want later, but don’t ever stop this… Frank, stick you tongue inside me. Stick your tongue in my… cunt. It will go… inside.” Eva reached down and pulled her lips apart. Frank became extremely aroused when his tongue found her fingers spreading her lips apart. He tilted his head a little, and stuck his tongue inside of her. Her pussy was actually tight on his tongue, and for a brief second, he wondered how his penis would fit in there. Eva was moaning and swearing up a blue streak of foul language. She started rocking her hips forward and back. Frank eventually found her rhythm, his tongue coming out and going in with every thrust. She stopped rocking, and started babbling. “I love your mouth. Make your tongue long, Frank, and lick up. Does my pussy taste OK? My little, pink pussy…, I am such a dirty girl… I’m so fucking bad…, .I love you licking my cunt…; Frank, don’t hate me… I can’t stop this. I love you… I’m sorry… ” Frank started sucking on her pussy lips, pulling on them with his own lips, and Eva started rocking her head from side to side. She began moaning loudly as a wave rippled through her. It built up to a level where she thought she would pass out. She turned her head, and bit into her own calf on her leg next to her head. She bit hard, and the pain blossomed at the same time her orgasm did. She wasn’t sure she was going to survive, and couldn’t care less about that. It was beyond her comprehension that she was capable of feeling what she was feeling. It was impossibly good, and it was going to change everything. She didn’t know why people still walked around. She knew she would never wear clothes or leave this bed ever again. Frank guessed that these spasms she was having had something to do with an orgasm. This time, he lightened up, but did not stop. Her legs came down after a moment, and she squeezed his head with her knees, and arched her back. She finally drew another breath, and sat up a little to grab Frank’s head with her hands. “Frank… I fucking love you so much. I just had another one, and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Tell me! What did I do? How did you do that? How did you know to do what you did?” Frank was still licking, and really getting into it. He just shrugged his shoulders, which Eva sensed, but did not see. She quickly forgot about her questions, and said, “I feel so relaxed. I feel like my pussy is wide open. Is it?” Frank stuck his tongue inside her, and she had opened up. His tongue went right inside her with ease, and he was surprised to notice she was sort of hollow in the inside. He hadn’t noticed that. He nodded his head to her question, and continued. “Put your finger inside.” He stopped licking, and gently put one finger in her. Sure enough, she was hollow. Eva arched her back once more, and then started rocking back and forth on his finger. “Frank! I didn’t mean stop licking! Keep licking… while you finger me. “I can’t believe… how long does sex last? I’m still so fucking horny. I’m sorry…” “Frank? I’m so relaxed that I bet you could fit your whole hand inside me. That’s pretty relaxed, huh?” Frank first nodded, and then shook his head. “Try it, Frank. Just for a second…” “No.” “Frank, don’t worry. Just do it.” “Eva, my hand is not going to fit inside you.” She was rocking deeper and faster against his now-still finger. “Frank, why do you have to fucking argue with me right now? Are you trying to piss me off? Why, Frank? Just stick you hand in my cunt. I’m asking nice.” Frank put his middle finger inside her along with his index finger, and she started making guttural noises and thrusting hard. He started to insert one more finger, but she cried out in pain, so he stopped. “I mean it hurts keep going, not it hurts stop! You almost had your whole hand inside me. Do it!” “Eva, I only have two fingers in you. You are too small. That’s as many as I can fit unless you want me to break my hand for you.” “Frank, one part of you is so awesome but the other part… I want to… punch. I don’t appreciate you sarcasm right now. I don’t have time; I have needs… and you started this… so… shut the fuck up. I just can’t seem to help it. I need you to do dirty things to me. Take your fingers out and lick me all over again.” “That is sooo good. Frank, lick lower…” “Even lower…; lick everywhere.” “Frank, please! Are you going to make me say it? I’m embarrassed. Lick me down there…. lick my… asshole.” “I’m not licking your asshole.” “Frank, I swear to God… you are really fucking pissing me off… I’m sorry; I shouldn’t say stuff like that…, you are not pissing me off. I took a shower; remember? My ass is as clean as a virgin’s twat. Lick me and then I will suck your cock, OK?” Frank sat up straight on his knees, and bent the lower half of her body so her ass was pointed straight up at him. Eva let her legs fall forward and to each side. She could feel his penis against her back. With his tongue sticking out, Frank lowered his head, and his aim was true. “Yes! Oh, yes. Frankie! That feels so good…, do it more… I’m so bad… making you lick… all my holes… I can feel your cock..., your belief is poking my back.” “Frank?” “What now!” Eva whispered very quietly” Put your finger in my ass… and don’t laugh. I can’t help it.” “Oh! Yes! Oh my God! You are nasty. You are a nasty man. Don’t hate me Frankie, just… fuck me. Fuck me in the ass...” “Eva, the first time you fuck is not going to be in the ass.” Eva lowered her legs to each side of him and in the sweetest voice, said, “Frank… this may sound weird, don’t get grossed out, but right now I want you to kiss me. Please fuck me. Stick your belief inside me, and come up here and kiss me. I have a powerful need to bestow kisses on your mouth. Isn’t that weird?” “Eva, I don’t have a condom…” “Fuck that! Fuck me! Don’t act like a little girl, Frank. You have a cock, now stick it in my cunt!” Frank was hard as a rock, and getting pissed. This was not exactly how he thought it should go. He let her hips drop down to the bed. He immediately guided his penis inside her, and thrust all the way in. Eva drew in a sharp breath from the pain/pleasure, and pulled his body down on top of hers. She threw her arms around him, and started kissing him. Frank let her, but mostly concentrated on his hips. All of a sudden, Eva pushed up on his chest, and said, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” Frank stopped pumping. “What, Eva?” “Frank, you are going to kill me. Oh, shit! Frank, please don’t hate me.” “Eva! What the fuck is it?” “I forgot to tell you my third secret. I was so distracted …” Frank was near panicking, and said, “Tell me! What is it?” “Frank, I’m not really 15. I’m only 13 years old. All those things I said about 15 being a hard age…, well 13 is impossible. I didn’t lie to you; I lie to everyone about it.” Frank didn’t say anything, or move a muscle, and Eva finally said, “I told you I had three secrets, but you didn’t count them… I didn't know we were... I was going to say...” “Eva?” “God, I’m sorry... what?” “I’m going to finish fucking you, okay? We can talk after. Right now, I’m fucking.” “Gosh, yes, Frank. I thought you were going to kill me.” “Eva, right now I’m wishing maybe I did fuck you in the ass first.” Eva laughed, and said, “I can wear my baseball cap, and you can pretend I’m a little boy.” “Eva, you have such a pretty face, and such a dirty mouth, and such a filthy mind. How did I ever get so lucky?” Eva gave him a long and passionate kiss, and this time Frank broke his rhythm to kiss her back. She moved her lips right next to his ear, and in a soft, breathy whisper, she said, “How did you like licking my pussy? Did I taste good? “Yes.” “I’ll show it to you in the light. It’s pink, and fresh, and small, and tight, and my gift to you. Thank you for being my first. I will always remember this moment. You are the best, Frankie.” Frank tried to imagine what her face looked like right now. He couldn’t see her in the dark, but he said, “You are the most beautiful creature on earth, inside and out. You are made from all the good stuff, Eva, and they gave you doubles.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Are you enjoying this? Do you like fucking me right now?” “Yes.” “…” “God, Frankie… you really are something…” “Do you honestly think I am pretty?” “Very.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Say more beautiful things to me.” “I’m going to cum, Eva…” In a display of strength Frank never thought possible, she shoved him off, and said, “Not inside me!” She shot down, and took hold of his penis, moving it an inch from her mouth. “Cum in my mouth, Frankie…” “Okay.” Frank shot into her mouth, and Eva almost ripped his penis off as she bolted upright and coughed.” “You fucker,” she said when she regained her breath. “You should say one two three, or something. I almost drowned. Honest to God… you just wasted a tender moment. I was going to swallow your cum, but I coughed it onto your prick. We have to do this whole thing over now…” “Hey…, what happened? How come it’s getting soft? Did I do something wrong?” “Eva, you are kidding, right?” “Kidding about what?” “I just came. It goes soft after that.” “It’s done?” Frank laughed and hugged her. “Give me a minute.” “Thank God!” They hugged in silence for much more than a minute, and each experienced a lifetime of thoughts and emotions as their brains began to process all that just happened. Eva kept hugging him a little closer, and Frank made sure to do the same. He didn’t know how to bring up the subject of her mother, but he was determined to be available when she started to talk about it. Instead, she surprised him. “Frank?” “Yes, Eva?” “Can I use your phone?” “Sure. It’s… four in the morning; who are you going to call?” “I’m supposed to tell the guidance councilor at school if a man tries to have sex with me. You stuck your thing in me. If I call him right now, I can at least tell him you didn’t fuck me in the ass, but I should probably call right now.” “Eva, we shouldn’t even joke about this. I can go to jail.” “Frank, you are not going to make me feel guilty for this. I’ll walk out of here if you want, and I won’t even call you if that’s what you want. But I’ll tell you one thing… I feel good about what we did. I wanted you bad. If that’s bad, then I’m bad. I can live with bad. No matter what, I will always be thankful for what just happened. You should be too. It was wonderful, and we were lucky to have it.” Frank scooped her up and rolled her on top of him. He gave her a long kiss, and then said, “It was wonderful. I wouldn’t have dared to even dream it a few hours ago, and now I would enjoy being there when you told your councilor. I would love to see his face when you told him all the details. I would smile and nod the whole time.” “Gosh, Frank. I love the way you think.” “Frank?” “Yes?” (sigh) “Would you rub my butt? I haven’t had a butt rub since my mom gave me one when I was sick with a fever about 4 years ago.” “Sure.” Frank started to rub her ass, but he did it too lightly, and it tickled her. She nearly hit the ceiling. “That tickles! Don’t tickle my ass, Frank! Don’t you know how to rub an ass? Even if you never rubbed a girl’s ass, you should know how to rub a girl’s ass. It’s instinctive…, like sucking a tit, and you seemed to manage that just fine.” “Eva?” “What is it, Frank?” “The show is starting again.” “Wow! I feel it. Your belief is back.” “I can’t believe you want to stick your thing in me. Fucking pervert.” Frank gave a small laugh, and said, “My belief is shaped by you.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “Will you instill your belief in me? I want to internalize your belief. Believe me.” "Eva... you are such a liar. There is no way you are only 13." "When the sun comes up, you can count my rings." They made love one more time, and this round was much more to Frank’s liking. It was slow, and deliberate, and Eva let Frank lead the whole time .Maybe that’s how it will go, he thought; she leads a wild session to get it out of her system, and then she is his. When they were finished, they held each other tight, and he heard her sob one time. He told her he loved her, and told her that she will never be alone. He caressed her forehead and ears, and he asked what he could do to help her mother. He offered to put her in the best hospital, under the best care he could find. She only asked for one thing; she asked if he could visit a doctor and complain about missing sleep. She wanted him to get her a bottle of sleeping pills. She told him her mother was going downhill fast because she wanted to die. She begged her mother to stay clean and sober for her remaining short time, because Eva wanted her mother to get to know her. She wanted her mother to know what a good daughter she has. Her mother couldn’t do it at first, but it became obvious to Eva that lately, her mother was trying very hard to honor Eva’s wish. In the end, though, she didn’t want to see her mother suffer. She wanted to tell her mother that all she had to do was say the word, and Eva would take her suffering away. She apologized for asking Frank, and said she felt bad if he thought it was wrong. He told her it was the bravest thing he had ever heard. They held each other in peaceful silence, and Frank rubbed her butt and her back until the sky started to become light. “Frank?” “Yes, beautiful?” “You are going to put me to sleep rubbing me like this. I won’t be able to cook you breakfast if I fall asleep.” “That’s OK, Eva. I want to sleep late.” “OK, Frankie. I need to be next to you, so if you sleep, I’ll sleep.” “That’s my girl.” “Eva?” “Yes?” “If you wake up before me, make sure you stay in the yard if you go out to play. Don’t talk to strangers. There’s a lot of weirdo’s out there.” “Frank?” “Yes?” “I’m going to twist your belief.” “Sweet dreams, Eva.” “Gosh, Frank, they are going to be the sweetest. I’ll race you there.” _______________________________________________________________________ 13 She had come home… her new home… and led Frank to their room without a word. She removed first his clothes, and then hers and they crawled under the covers together. Eva spent a minute, as she always does now, ensuring as much of her body is touching Frank’s as can be. Only then did she cry for her mother. Eva had not seen much of Frank during the past three weeks. Her mother’s condition had deteriorated, and Eva didn’t dare leaving her alone for a minute. Eva left it up to her mother when she wanted to end the pain for good, and that moment arrived just after the sun came up this morning. Her mother had remained sober for the last two months, and Eva told her how proud she was. They slowly swapped rolls during this time, and Eva did all she could to make her mother comfortable. It was odd, the way her mother seemed happier, even as she became more and more ill. Eva had learned to be emotionally guarded with her mother over the years and she kept telling herself that her mother’s happiness and contentment was due to her sobriety. That was just a bit of bullshit, of course; a part of Eva knew the truth. For the first time… ever, her mother saw Eva not as a child whom she failed, but as her beautiful daughter who survived and thrived despite the failings. Her mother wasn’t merely proud of her daughter; her mother was enraptured by her. Such a strong and smart girl, such a tender age to be so confident and brave. Her mother wondered of it all. Eva had spun beautiful lies over these final days. Her mother knew the tales for what they were, but never said a thing. She loved her daughter all-the-more for them. Eva did a lot of listening too. Her mother had the chance to tell Eva all the things she hadn’t told her before. Eva was thankful her mother did not express her regrets or show remorse. They lived the remorse and her mother would not waste their time now. Nicer things needed to be said. Eva spent a great deal of time carefully explaining why she was going to be fine. Her mother knew it was the truth, and she allowed them both the luxury of looking forward. Her mother asked Eva to have many children. She had said she saw in Eva an excess; an excess that was made for giving away, and it was why Eva would find herself surrounded by a beautiful life, because as she grew her family, she would see herself reflected in them, and there would be so much to admire in that. Have many children, she told Eva. They will be fortunate. Eva told her mother about Frank - she even told her mother she made love to him. She told her mother about their guilt, and her mother had said the very essence of the coming of age is about sexuality. She said there is no better time to enjoy the lusty pleasures of the body, and it is a sin to not give in to those pleasures with the one you loved. Why on earth would it feel so fine otherwise? A young, lusty body was its own reward for loving early. There is no second chance, she said; every wasted opportunity is a sin. Eva said she was worried that she wasn’t doing right by Frank. Was it fair she let him love her – his secret love - his forbidden love? She had cried a little over that, and she asked her mother the easiest question there is: ‘why?’ Questions with no answers are always the easiest. Her mother had laughed, and asked Eva if she thought hers was the first forbidden love. She said a forbidden love is too special to waste on everybody, and her and Frank should rejoice in it. A forbidden love only admits a true love, and she told Eva that it was her duty to make sure Frank understood that, just in case he was too stupid to see it for himself. On a night that her mother was feeling especially good, she stayed awake and let Eva ask about her father. This was something she never indulged in before. Eva had only a few fading memories of a man much older than her mother, and now she wanted to know everything. Her mother answered what she could; knowing not all of it would live up to Eva’s fantasies. Her father had been a functional alcoholic who suffered from bouts of depression all his life. He had spent years as a salesman, and had many loyal customers. The last year of his life, Eva’s dad had made better than a quarter million dollars in commissions. The money was going to be used to start his own business, and he had a Rolodex full of clients he was going to walk away with to get the business off the ground. He had distrusted banks and the government, and he stored his money inside the walls of their tidy house. He had let the insurance policy lapse, and shortly after the fire consumed their dreams, her father took his own life. This morning, the day of Eva’s 14th birthday, she had sensed her mother was ready. Eva had opened a dingy window and they watched a beautiful sunrise together. Her mother had said not a word watching it, but smiled at some last memory. Eva remembered the sun coming up at Frank’s house after the first time they made love. She hoped her mother remembered that life could be so exquisite. Eva had made a brew of bitter tea and a few tears. She served her mother a cup on a saucer, and arranged some Pepperidge Farm cookies on a plate, but her mother did not touch them. Eva held her mother’s hand and told her of beautiful hopes while her mother drank in the splendor of her daughter even as she drank the tea. Both were silently thankful for this time together, and thankful for a peaceful passing. Eva had stopped crying a while ago, and both her and Frank listened to each other’s hearts beating in rhythm. She looked up and stared for a long time into Frank’s eyes. She looked older today, her birthday, and Frank thought never more beautiful. “Frank?” “Yes, love?” (sigh) “I love you.” “Frank?” “Yes, my darling?” “Is there anything you need?” “Only your needs, Eva” “I don’t have any more needs. I don’t need as much as I thought.” “Only for now, Eva” “Only for now…, what do you mean?” Frank held her face in his hands, and she closed her eyes while he tenderly kissed the corners of her mouth. Eva slowly opened her eyes and blushed deeply. Everything about them was in tune, and she listened to her heart, and knew what he was going to say. “Eva, soon I will plant a garden in you.” She thought of her mother’s words, and beamed from ear to ear. “I will grow the best garden.” Frank loved to watch her smile. He fell in love anew, every time she did. “I hope you have them two at a time, Eva. Being that close to your heart for nine months - you’ll spoil a lone child. It will never want to leave.” “I can do that, Frank. I pay dividends.” “That’s why I always believe in you.” “God, Frank; you sure do.”
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When my cousin Elaine and I were growing up, she would come over with her family and she and I would play . We played all kinds of young kid’s games. My favorite was a cowboy and Indian mixed with hide and seek game. I always liked being the one to catch her. Of course I had to wrestle with my “captive”, holding her down, sometimes rolling her over and straddling her. I might even playfully smack her little ass as “punishment” for something I accused her of which usually consisted of some joke she had played on me in the past. Sometimes I’d grab her wrists and ankles and tie them with rope. I’d whoop and holler like a banshee. She’d shriek and threaten me and eventually I’d untie her and we’d laugh and go on playing. By the time we were sixteen Elaine had developed into a beautiful girl. She had an absolutely stunning face, long black hair, and a nicely proportioned body. She proudly sported c-cup breasts and a perfectly rounded ass that just cried out to be touched. We saw each other at school but we rarely visited anymore. She had her cheerleading and boyfriends. I had a job after school and a girlfriend or two so we just didn’t have much opportunity to get together. This ended one weekend…. Her parents and mine had gone to the beach for a few days. I was at home and the phone rang. Elaine had finished cheerleading practice and her boyfriend, who was supposed to give her a ride home, had to work late so Elaine called me and asked if I could take her home. I said I’d be glad to. Within a half hour we were at her house. She invited me in and we went to the family room to watch TV. She still had her cheerleading uniform on and I kept sneaking glances at her. Her royal blue skirt barely hid her gold panties much less her tanned and toned legs. Her blue sweater vest stretched nicely over her tits . Yes, my cousin had filled out nicely! I guess I had always thought of Elaine as a playmate when we were little. But not anymore! Now I found myself looking at her like most of the guys looked at her….a beautiful, sexy girl waiting for her knight in shining armor to make her his own! I could feel a stirring in my cock as I looked at how beautiful she’d become. Elaine caught me looking a couple times and smiled but said nothing. After a while we got bored with TV and Elaine suggested we go to her room to just chill and listen to CD’s. We plopped down across the bed. She was laying on her stomach with her arms scrunching up her pillow for her head. I was on my side, head propped up by one hand facing her so we could talk and I could enjoy her curvy ass and long legs as she lay there. “We had some fun times when we were kids didn’t we?” I asked, reminiscing. “Yeah, we sure did.” she said with a giggle. After a few minutes Elaine continued “I remember a few times in particular!” looking over at me with a mischievous grin. “Which times were those?” ”Oh, think about it Ken….you’ll figure it out!” she giggled as she glanced pointedly at my crotch! “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I said, rolling over to hide the growing evidence that I DID know what she was talking about! “I saw you looking at me earlier Cuz. Remember the times, I think we were maybe 12 or so? You had me on my stomach, straddling my legs, your cock against my ass and you always got a hard on?” And you honestly thought I hadn’t noticed?! …well …DUH!” “ I-I guess I was hoping.”, I said, a bit embarrassed but excited too that she’d bring up a subject like that. ”Looked a minute ago like you’re “hoping” again!” My face turned beet red. Then, out of the blue, she changed the subject and asked me to get her a Coke from their fridge. I went to their kitchen, all the while thinking about our talk. I brought a Coke back to her. As I lay there, she took the Coke and shook it up. I guess I still had a dumb question mark over my head when she suddenly popped the tab just as she directed it toward me! “And here’s your payback!” As she laughed and laughed, Coke sprayed all over my face and hair. I scrambled off the bed and headed to her bathroom to clean up. “That’s gonna cost you!” I threatened, wiping my eyes and laughing as I closed the door. “Just like old times huh Cuz?” she called through the door. After I finished washing my face and rubbing what Coke I could out of my hair I dried off. Hanging on a hook on the back of the door was her bathrobe. The robe had a terry cloth belt and instantly I knew what MY pay back was going to be! Removing the belt from its loops I tucked it in my back pocket. When I came out Elaine was still sprawled on her bed and she had put her headphones on and was lost in whatever song was filling her ears. Walking up behind her I noticed that her skirt was short enough that a little triangle of her gold panties was showcased by the royal blue of her skirt. Once again my cock started to speak to me making sure I noticed her legs, so perfectly toned and tanned from her cheerleading, were slightly parted. A tiny ribbon of gold traced down between them covering secrets I could only imagine in my dreams! God how I’d like to grab those panties and rip them off that perfect ass of hers! I came up to the edge of the bed, straddling her feet that were hanging over the side. “Hey!!!” She shrieked, pulling off her headphones, as I pounced on the bed, a knee on each side of her hips. She tried to turn over but I outweighed her by a hundred pounds or so and I simply held her shoulders down. She fought like a banshee but it was useless. Then I grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind her. “Oh no you don’t!!!” she giggled with a half hysterical yell as she tried to turn over. But she was no match. In moments I grabbed the other wrist and soon had both held firmly behind her. I pulled out the belt and securely tied her wrists together behind her. Once finished I stopped to admire my handiwork. “Damn you Ken! Let me go! We’re too old for this stuff now!” she spat. “Oh but we’re not too old to spew Coke on each other are we? No little one, you’re going to be punished for your “crime”!” “What’s my punishment? Gonna pour Coke on me?” she mocked. “No….I was thinking the punishment should be what bad girls usually get……a good old fashioned spanking!” “Nooo! I won’t allow it! Let me go right now you beast!” she yelled with a half-serious laugh. She began kicking her legs and tugging at her bonds. “You made a bargain and you’re gonna abide by it!” “No I will not! You let me up!” and she kicked even harder. I sat down on the bed beside her. “Damn you! Untie me this instant!” By now her skirt had pretty much worked its way up to her waist and her gold panties were totally on display. “My goodness Cuz, you do have a beautiful ass! And it looks sooooo good covered in gold!” I teased as I playfully slapped it. “You stop messing with my ass you jerk!” she shrieked. “You didn’t mind me looking at it earlier now did you?” I countered. “Ooooooohhhhh, just let me up or you’re gonna be sooooo sorry!” “Get ready you bad girl! “Nooo!!! Owww! Stop! Oh God Ken that hurts!!! “ she pled as I smacked her ass a few times. “Are you learning your lesson Elaine? Learning that bad girls get punished?” I teased. “Yes! Yes! I’ve learned my lesson! Now untie me!” wiggling her ass all around fighting at her bonds. “Oh I’m not finished with you yet little girl!” “Owwww!!!...Oh please!!! Stop!!!” she begged as several more smacks were applied. “Not quite yet little girl.” I knew I hadn’t spanked her THAT hard. I placed my hands firmly on each ass cheek and squeezed. She wiggled her ass but said nothing. I slid my hands up until my fingers gripped the waistband of her panties. “I want to see if your ass is as fine as what my cock’s been imagining Elaine!” “No! You can’t do that!” “Just watch me girl!” and with that I slowly peeled her panties down. She bucked and twisted but that only helped the panties on their journey. First there was the little dimples where her cheeks first began to swell; then the lovely crease between them. Finally the panties were simply a wad of fabric circling the very top of her thighs. I placed a hand on each cheek and began massaging and stroking them, not even hearing her protests. Grabbing the cheeks firmly and pushed them upward a bit spread them apart enough that her anus was winking at me. My cock felt like it was about ready to explode! And then her body betrayed her. Although she was struggling and twisting and threatening everything under the sun, I noticed a couple drops of moisture on her perineum. Grabbing her hair and turning her head to one side I taunted her. “You’re liking this aren’t you Cuz?” “Noooo! Let me up! I hate you!” she spat. “We’ll see about that!” With that I began slowly sliding two fingers down the crease of her ass cheeks. She tightened her cheeks to thwart me. I raised my hand and smacked her ass hard! “OW!!”, she cried “Relax your ass Cuz! Or there’s many more smacks in store!” After a moment she reluctantly relaxed her ass cheeks. “That’s better!” as my fingers journeyed down her crease. On their way, I circled her anus a few times. Elaine closed her eyes and a small sigh slipped from her lips. Just beyond her asshole I touched her perineum lightly. My fingertips collected some of her juices and slowly spread them around her anus and downward, stroking the beginnings of her pussy lips. After a few moments she moaned again and her hips began to move in rhythm. I stood up and wrapped one arm around her feet. Before she knew what was happening, I grabbed her wadded panties and stripped them totally off her, while avoiding her half-hearted kicking and twisting. I sat down beside her. “Open your legs for me Elaine.” I ordered “N-no. I-I can’t. I won’t!” “Smack!!” another slap to her ass quickly brought her defiance to an end and she opened her legs a bit. “Wider!” I commanded and another smack convinced her legs to open nicely. Two fingers now slipped deep into her pussy which was wet with desire. I began finger-fucking her, curving my fingers a bit so the tips stroked her g-spot nicely. Every third or fourth stroke I’d let them slip out and down and back on each side of her clit rubbing circles around her hard nub before filling her pussy once again. She began grunting and panting in cadence with my thrusts. I grabbed her hair again. “Tell me what you want Elaine.” shoving my fingers in deep and hard. “F-fuck me Cuz!” “No Elaine. I want you to beg me. Tell me what you want, what you need!” I cajoled. “I need you! I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me!” Shucking off my shorts and shirt and remounting her I felt her shove up against my cock. I spat squarely between her cheeks and, placing my cock between them and using the spittle as lube, began slowly stroking, letting her cheeks caress my cock, teasing her as my balls brushed against her pussy. “Stick it in me Ken! Fill me! Fuck my pussy!” she begged. I lowered my cock’s head level with her pussy. “Ohhhh Gawd!!!! Yessss!” she cried as I shoved my cock deep in her with one thrust! We were both in time with each other, her shoving her perfect ass back against me each time I brought my cock ramming into her cunt! I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up a bit. With the next stroke my cock rammed up against her cervix and I could feel her begin to tremble. I knew she was approaching her climax and my balls tightened up at the thought. “I'm cummmmmiiinnggg!” she yelled. I felt her pussy tightening around my cock sucking at me. My cum boiled up in my balls, my fingers digging into her flesh, spreading her cheeks, pulling her sweet snatch back unto me, my hairs flat against her asshole, my balls banging against her clit. “Here it cums you little Bitch!” I growled. “Yes! Fill my pussy! “Shoot your cum deep in me!” My cock swelled and with a mighty shove I slammed it into her as deep as it would go! My cum began pumping deep into her, gob after gob splashing against her cervix while she hit one climax after another. Finally she shuddered a final time, I could feel her womb squeeze out one final portion of her cum to mix with mine. After resting for a minute I finally rolled over beside her and untied her wrists. I was a little worried about what she might do now that she was freed. I needn’t have worried as she rolled onto her side, wrapped her arms around my neck, smiled and then kissed me. I began kissing her, wrapping our tongues together, feeling her tits pressing through her vest against my chest. As we broke the kiss she grabbed her vest and began pulling it over her head. "Our parents won't be home for a couple hours yet Cuz!" she giggled.
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It was a restless night, Cheap pay per view wrestling in which had all of us mad. My father was gone for Egypt for a year so in the house was just my mother, siter, and myself. The house was quiet after the show. I don't quite remember why but my sister and myself had been sleeping on the couch bed for a couple of nights in a row. I guess it was just easier jumping straight out of bed and heading to school downstairs then all of us sleeping in our rooms. Mom would sleep on the couch by the T.V. but we had the couch bed behind the Recliner seperating the dining room and living room. That night was an interesting adventure and def. A night to remember... Mom decided to stay up and watch some more T.V. while my sister and I were laying down in bed dreading, Like always school the next morning. We tossed and turned hesitant to fall asleep. One of us would accidentally rub up against the other and the other would shove away, acting to be getting upset. Finally later in the night we settled down with less tossing and turning. Our legs closely to each other. My heart was pounding pretty hard as I wondered if she we shove away again if I made the move to touch her feet with mine so I decided to be brave and take the chance. Our feet rubbed against each other...Nothing, She sat perfectly still. A sense of accomplishment and victory rushed through my head as I turned over onto my left side and moved in closer to my sister, pretending to be asleep when suddenly she rolled over to hear right side, Our breath keeping each other warm as we quietly snuggled and cuddled with each other but without notice and attracting attention. Simple brother and sister comfort. No arms wrapping around each other and covered in the blankets. A few minutes went by, My heart still pounding and our feel still wrapped up in each other. I slowly started moving my feet up and down against hers, trembling as I thought she would move away but still, a silent as a rock she just lay there. My heart started beating faster in my chest, My breaths increasing from the weird sensation I was getting from rubbing my feet against hers and I thought to myself this is fun. Suddenly her feet started to move against mine her breaths increases as did mine and we moved our faces in closer. the blanket barely revealing any of our faces to the outside world as our lips slowly touched one anothers. A soft kiss, They started as pecks silently our lips smacked against each other, feet still keeping each other warm. Our eyes open as we look each other in awe wondering what was going on. We continued slowly wrapping our arms around each other and opening our mouths now as we kissed. Softly twirling our tongues together as we shared our forbiddin kisses. A few minutes passed as my sister and I made out on the couch behind where our mother was wide awake watching T.V. It were as if we were in stealth mode. Both extremely turned on, If it's possible for the ages in which we both were but we didn't mind and we continued. I started raising my feet now sliding them up and down her soft warm legs as we still wrapped our tongues around each others. Slowly my hand moves from around her sides and up her shirt, No resistance or hesitance at all she let me creep my hand up her bra revealing her young, soft breasts to my touch. She gasped and let out a slight moan as I massaged her nipples with my trembling finger tips. Slowly I raised her shirt and flipped up her bra allowing her breasts to sway freely under the sheets. I dove under the covers as what felt as if I were swimming in an oven from the heat our bodies had been putting off for that past 30 minutes. I started licking her nipples and she firmly puts her hand on my head making me aware of the pleasure she was receiving from my tongue. The thought of me making my sister happy and turning her on made me want to continue so I start to lower my hand down her sides when suddenly she stops it brings it back up to our eye level and pulls my head back in for a kiss. The soft movement of our tongues rolling against each other was an amazing feeling. I feared we were going to be caught so I whisper softly in her ear of my attempt to check on our mother to make sure everything is clear. I poke my head out of the blanket and get halfway up to look over the chair, suddenly I feel my sisters hands pulling down my boxers and allowing my young hard cock to bounce out and roam freely under the sheet.s She started to glide her palms up and down my cock revealing to me a new feeling I have ever mentioned and it felt way to good to just stop. Her head disappeared under that blankets as she fake coughed and wiggled her way down the blanket suddenly my cock was wet and I had realized My dick was in my sisters mouth and it felt amazing. The movement of the blanket bobbing up and down as my sister swallowed my cock plus the feeling of her tongue gliding on my cock was intensifying. She would suck on the head for a few second twirling her tongue around it and then shove it to the back of her throat causing her to slightly gag. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and kissed her way back up to my mouth laying back down on my side looking at me with a big smile with her lips all glossy and red from the friction of my dick and her lips. I was still very horny, fully erect and ready for more play so I took my hand pulled down her pajama pants and started rubbing her pussy from the outside of her underwear. The feeling was too much for her to handle as she pulled the blanket up to her mouth and bit down on it to keep her from moaning. I rubbed in a circular motion along her clit making her body twitch as I came across her spot. I had enough of the panties so I took them off, slowly pulling them down her soft elegant legs and revealing to me the one thing no brother should ever see, My sisters wet tight pussy. I didn't hesitate and instantly thrusted a finger deep in her twat causing her to let out a very light moan. She looked at me with the most beautiful eyes making me aware of the satisfaction she was getting. I pulled my finger slight out and back in again repeatedly. She got so wet the sheets were starting to dampen. I pulled my finger out and took my turn. My head sneaking under the covers kissing every inch of her body as I worked my way in between her legs. My mouth go wet as I finally reached her young cunt. Her clit in my mouth as I sucked on it and slid a finger back in her and sneaking my other hand to her butt, rubbing her hole as my tongue and finger stay busy in the front. She started to breath very heavily, her body rocking up and down as my tongue went in and out of her. Suddenly she gasps and her pussy covers my face with her fluids. I come back up, fluids still in my mouth and begin making out with her again, both enjoying the taste of her young twat juices flowing through our mouths. Her hand reaches down the blanket again as she turns away from me and pops her hips allowing her ass to touch my dick. I hear her mumble something as she pulls my cock closer to her ass. Finally I realized she was telling me to stick it in her ass. I slowly trust myself into her making her quiver as her hole stretches to the size of my dick. She begins to rub herself again as I work her from the back trusting in deeply and pulling back out. I go faster making her bite down on her finger and then suddenly I get the feeling of completion so I whisper to her..Sis, I'm gonna cum. She jumps pulls me out of her and sticks my cock back in her warm mouth to finish me off. I cum in her mouth and after it's done she looks back at me wish a smile as I watch her throat expand allowing my fluids to glide down her throat. It was getting late, Our mother passed out on the couch as we lay in each others arms knowing what we just done and had no regrets her pussy still up against my leg and we both get up and decide to get dressed. The rest of the night was back to normal...We were just brother and sister.
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"What do men want?" "What do women want?" These are the questions that most people really ask when in reality all they need to ask is "what do you want?". Yes it is sex. Women love sex as much as men love footy. But I'm not here to discuss my friend's game. It wasn't the first time me and my homies had so much; neither it will be the last time. Delhi Jazz festival were the best three days in my life. The music was good anyway but the sex was even better. But before the three days here's what happened "Kritika" what have you done with our savings? asked Manimanjai my roommate after finding out that I had shelled out the savings. She immediately received a phone call from our mutual friend Anobik saying that he was outside our dorm. Immediately she in her lingerie; anxiously ran out to meet him and try to discover what I had done. I didn't want her to know. Anobik said nothing but little did he know what I had in store for them. I just handed them two tickets and grinned "Here's where we go" Anobik noted that the place was near his and we both could stay over and we agreed to do that. As soon as Anobik left, Manimanjari questioned "You wanna sleep with him too?" to which I replied "Of course I don't wanna sleep with you alone" and tasted her beautiful lips. Manimanjari had well built body, 5 feet tall, bit dark and stout but always carried a smile that attracted men and women alike. We left to the fest early and Anobik had said that he'd meet us there. There he stood, as tall as me 6 inches taller than Manimanjari and quite as lean as me. As I hugged him he whispered "I can't even feel your tits when I hug you" to which I replied "I couldn't even feel you down there" to which his face turned red, but the dimwit added "You're such a pervert" Manimanjari interrupted "Aren't we all. We'd make a great threesome." Anobik blushed and as the artists began to perform, we anxiously waited for more good music and by nightfall, we were damn tired and we all headed to Anobik's house. We didn't even bother about the beds and we three fell asleep on the huge bed that Anobik had in his bedroom. I dozed off ASAP and had no clue what Anobik and Manimanjari were up to. The next morning, my sleep broke off at 5 and as I was lazy to get up, I couldn't find Manimanjari or Anobik on the bed. As I turned my head to my left, I saw Manimanjari had bent down and there was Anobik next to him. Then I noticed his member was just out of his pants and Manimanjari was soon kneeling down and Anobik guiding his entire length inside of her. I was moistened by the site. I didn't wanna wake up and hence I slid my hand over my panties and then soon over my clit as I saw Manimanjari kissing Anobik's 5 inch erect rod. I wanted it inside of me but I didn't wanna wake up. So I just fapped as Anobik shot his whole load inside Manimajari's throat. The whole morning I pretended as it was normal and as soon as we waited anxiously at the Delhi Jazz fest, I whispered into Anobik's ear "So now your cock doesn't like me anymore but it likes hers throat" to which Anobik got furious and said "You never commit to anyone. What about Arnab, Ashwin, Ishan, Aditi, Shana, Mihir and Somesh. I know you've slept with them all." I couldn't say anything. I knew I was weak. I always needed to have sex to feel something. This empty feeling I've always had seemed to be dying with Manimanjari. I even had thoughts of laying with my father because he was the best but here I stood so damn confused. Everyone was enjoying the fest and here I was wondering whether I lead a sinful life or are cigarettes and sex the only two good things. I was so lost that I could fuck anyone and forget their name come morning. The emptiness had taken over. I was angry with Anobik and I wanted to fuck him there or rather rape him for pointing out at my life. The day passed by with me not understanding a thing. Soon the next day, I picked up my sluttiest possible dress and went out with Anobik and Manimanjari. Both couldn't resist taking up photos and posting them to instagram like the internet zombies they are. The festival got over in no time and both Anobik and Manimanjari thanked me for the suggestion and head out to a restaurant for dinner. Soon the booze and the dishes took their course and Anobik couldn't stop using his legs on both of us. Soon we went back to Anobik's place. Manimanjari pulled off his pants and I helped him with the shirt. Soon I smooched Manimanjari and then let Anobik join the kiss. His boner was quite noticeable from the sweaty blue boxer that he wore. Mani pulled off my shortest skirt and Anobik always had a thing for panties and he pulled it off like a magician. He also pulled off the blue jeans and black panties that Manimanjari wore while I took off her yellow shirt and bra. Soon Manimanjari took off my bra I wore the entire day. Anobik stroked himself while Mani stripped me nude and kissed me. My tiny breasts against her sweaty bigger ones. I was getting moist. Manimanjari knew it and she started gently caressing my clit. Soon Anobik too joined. He started licked my clit and soon quit to deliver the same treatment to Manimanjari. Soon he made us hug each other while he lay both his hands on our butt an then as soon as me and Manimanjari started kissing one another, he slid his index finger into both out anus that made us more an more wet. Soon I grabbed a lube and started applying on his cock. Manimanjari smeared it on his penis with her tongue and before you know it he wanted to deep throat me. He shoved the entire length of his penis inside my mouth. With the lube on it, it perfectly slid inside me. He just let it stay in for a while before I gagged. He did enjoy gagging me. He then delivered the favor to Manimanjari. Soon he threw Manimanjari on the bed and then started kissing her. She grabbed his erect penis and let it slide inside of her. He just thrust it once before Manimanjari asked me to sit on her face. She buried her face inside my but and started sucking my vagina while Anobik kept thrusting in and out of her. Soon I was made to lie down and Manimanjari licked Anobik's penis and guide it inside me and said "You're our sex toy, Kritika" Anobik pulled his penis out from my vagina and grabbed his hand and started hitting my clit with. Mani got on top of me and I started licking her from her anus to her clit while she moved. Anobik's hard penis just kept hitting against my clit. Soon Anobik guide his penis inside of me and within ten strokes, he came inside of me and then dozed off. Manimanjari winked at me and then grabbed my left tit and started sucking it. I shouted "I wish he would titty-fuck me" to which she smooched me hard and slid her index, middle and ring finger inside me and whispered "I know you enjoy many cocks at once" and then guided her entire fist inside my vagina. I returned the favor by guiding my left hand inside of her vagina while we kept smooching each other. She soon ejaculated and started fingering me hard. Anobik too joined in and started sucking my erect nipples. "Your tits make you look like a boy, buy girl you're one fucking hottie I enjoy fucking" he whispered as he threw me on the bed and placed his 5 inch erect member between my breasts and started moving his cock up and down. It only kept hitting my neck. He tried squeezing my breasts against his cock but to no avail as I had very very tiny tits. Soon he quit his quest and started thrusting me from behind. He enjoyed being harsh. He grabbed me by by tits and started pinching my nipples while he kept thrusting me in and out of my anus. Soon he lifted me up against the wall and then thrust his fully erect penis inside of my vagina. He kept guiding his cock in and out without my assistance. Soon at the tenth stroke, he came inside of me at the same time when I orgasmed and he smooched me and jumped to the bed. I too hopped in his bed. Manimanjari layed naked with her arms on Anobik's penis. Soon I held his penis and he too guide his hand over my crotch, but before we could do anything, we fell asleep with the door unlocked and our friends invited the next morning.
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Things Have Changed.... PART 1 (Nina Words) Thank god i have a very considerate boyfriend.Seems my bitchy ex neighbor found out my dog Max been living with me the whole year that i've been staying in my suppose to be dream home.Not a dream anymore since she went told my landlord that i broke my rental agreement by having a pet.Yes I knew i wasn't suppose to have a dog,so I just decided to move out and avoid the hassle. As I said my boyfriend is very considerate and asked me to move in with him. I've been dating Alex for about 6 months now but we've been knowing each other since high school.It's such a small world that we both moved to Houston when we graduated and became friends.Friends eventually grew to friends with benefits,friends with benefit's grew to love.Alex is the love of my life with his model smile and dimples that makes you want to take a lick.The fact that he walks around with 9 inches of steel in his boxers and fuck like a champ is just a bonus.Or the fact that he's the only man i trust to be completely honest with me and not cheat like my other no good ex's before him. Crap! I'm super tired,I knew i should of stayed home with my baby Alex.Being hard head as he likes to call me I only made it through 2 hours of work before i had enough.So now i'm heading into the front door of my house that my boyfriend and I have been living in sin for 2 weeks.Ugh! I just want to lay down while he rubs my feet and maybe suck his dick till he cums down my throat. Mmmhhhhmm! "What the fuck is that noise" i think.. Alex Please Fuck Me Harder!.. "Oh hell no,this can't be happening to me!'' I cry in my head.. Plllleeease Baby Fuck Me Deeper!.. I want to throw up right there but instead i quietly walk into the living room.What I see is something that i'll never forget.The love of my life pounding 9 inches of dick into "our best friend" Sam asshole!I'm in shock i believe,mainly because i haven't ever seen "Sam Da Man" in the most feminine position before in my life.The pleasure on his face is what made the anger and betrayal go quite in my soul... Alex Don't Be Gentle Fuck My Brains Out!..I finally look into Alex face and see an expression of lust that made my pussy leak.."Yeah Alex Fuck His Brains Out!'' Both heads turn to me in shock.. (Alex Words) Oh Fuck! This was suppose to been the last time.Why the fuck did I let Sam talk me into this again?I scold myself,while trying to think of a way to keep my other half Nina from walking out my life.Sam's fuck hole quivering around my dick wasn't helping matters either!.I look down at Sam and understood immediately that it was time to explain to Nina how this happened. .....Back Story..... We met Sam during our first year in college at U Of H and we became inseparable.The years of me and Nina fucking like bunny's I found out that Sam was Bi.In our second year we decided to become roommates that's when i walked into our dorm room to Sam on his knees deep throating his English professor.I walked out in confusion and a boner that wouldn't quite.Later after fucking Nina for hours i went home to Sam on the couch waiting up for me.Sam apologized for being out in the open while he was seducing his professor into turning his B into an A.I told him you don't have to say sorry if you can help me with my asshole professor *jokingly*.I gave him a smile to convey how it was 'water under the bridge' and our friendship was okay. After that day I never had any trouble with Mr. Fintcher ''the asshole professor'' and my feelings for Sam was getting confusing by the day. One night about a year later Nina and I had a big fight and our fucking sessions were no more.I was too stupid to talk it out and she was too Hard head to speak to me.So Sam took me out bar hopping so i could get my mind off the drama.It helped some but i ended up going home,less than sober and more depressed than ever.Sam talked to me halfway through the night until we both fell asleep in my bed.The next morning I woke up to my dick in between a fuck able ass crack.Without much thought I started humping that bubble butt to get off.I heard moaning but I didn't give a fuck so I moved my boxer slit to the side and let my dick free.By then my cock was leaking pre cum that was making it easier to slide into the crack at a pace that i was ready to cum.I leaned my arm over to feel how wet Nina's pussy was so we could cum together.Instead I felt a thick hard cock leaking down my fingers.At that very moment the night before came crashing back into my mind. "Fuck Nina" I thought "I Just Need To Cum For A Minute". I Grabbed Sam's cock and began to jerk him off the way i like to when i'm alone,while pumping my cock deep between his thighs...Omg Alex I'm Gonna Cum! I hear Sam screams.So i speed up my thrusts and a couple seconds later we cum in a messy sticky way. I wake up later to Sam between my thighs sucking my dick to hardness.I must say besides Nina,i haven't met anyone that could deep throat my dick to the root.Sam starts sucking each nutsack then goes back to slurping my dick down his throat. He speeds up then slows down keeping me on the edge.My eyes start rolling back in my head when he speeds up again keeping his mouth to the root of my cock.He does something with his tongue that has my toes curling and i cum the hardest i've ever came in my life! He takes everything i give out and then wants more saying "I Need More Nut Juice Baby'' and 2 more spurts later i felt depleted After that night it took a week of blow jobs and foreplay for me to tell Sam I wanted to fuck his tight asshole.I never been into anal sex with any girl I fucked and Nina didn't ask for it so we never did it.Over that week I looked at other guys to see if I was bicurious but I never felt an ounce of lust towards them. That's when I realized i wasn't attracted to other guys only to Sam but did that still make me Bi? I don't know and never questioned it again,I was ready to fuck him and that all that mattered.That Friday night after Sam gave me a superb blow job I pulled out lube from the night stand. Their was no need for small talk as Sam rolled over on his stomach waiting for the lube job that i was ready to give him.After getting him nice and oily he looked back at me and said "Go Slow Baby It's Been Awhile"..I put my dick right up to his hole while pushing slowing into him.The feeling was so tight I could hardly breath so I pushed forward hoping my dick wasn't gonna fall off from poor circulation.Finally I hit bottom and I felt like I was home!.. "Fuck Me Baby!" He moaned. So I started thrusting in him,then I started riding him harder and harder! That night was one of the best nights I'll never forget it.I came so hard that I fell asleep on top of him and didn't wake up till the next morning.After that night we fucked every chance we could.I never had to seek any other female out while me and Nina were broken up because I had Sam in my bed.I did things with Sam that pushed the boundaries of what I was comfortable with.I'm talking golden showers,BDSM and asphyxiation play. I knew that soon Nina and i would need to hash out our fight but i was happy i thought it could wait.Little did i know that time of hashing it out was sooner than later.Saturday a week and a half into a sex-a-thon with Sam riding my dick cowgirl ..I mean cowboy style..Hehe.. Their was a knock at the door ...'' Who the hell that could be this early?''..." Ignore it!" i said...Sam listened and clenched his ass the way i liked that made my toes curl...God that feel so good!...I was seconds from spilling into that tight asshole that i managed to ignore the knocking of someone who had a death wish! He rode me into oblivion and i came so hard in his asshole that i know he felt it in his throat.We lay there in bliss for a few seconds until i heard my phone ring that god awful song by Bruno Mars that Nina insisted was 'our song". Shit! It's Nina! I started panicking but Sam calmly gave me the phone with a look that said answer it. "Hello? Nina?'' i took a deep breath "Alex I'm outside your door.Do you think we can talk for awhile''?Oh Crap i looked around my room then to Sam. "Yeah I was sleeping but i'm coming now'' I hung up and look back to Sam,he must have heard every word because he begin picking items up and headed to his room.I calmed myself down thinking me and her aren't together i have no reason to feel guilty.In my twisted mind i thought and if i was cheating im not fucking any girls so its not a problem.When i opened the door Nina was standing there in a long coat looking as beautiful as i remember.My selfish dick started twitching again ready to have some fun. "Alex can i come in?'' I snap back into the present and lead her into the living room.Sam came out his room heading to the bathroom no doubt to wash off my cum that was leaking from his asshole.I flushed and told Nina "Lets head to my room and talk in private".Once in the door Nina turned around and started groveling about how sorry she was and that she loves me.That the fight was all her fault(which it was)and she'll do anything to make it up to me.I kept trying to say i forgive her but she wouldn't stop crying.It was humbling that she'd say sorry at all being a stubborn bull since we were kids.Before i realized what was happening she pulled her coat off and stood naked in front of me with her nipples hard and her pussy glistening. I was a goner as she walked to me with lust in her eyes and a mission in mind.I fell back on the bed as she climbed on top of me rubbing her pussy against my briefs.That when she begin to moan and i snapped into action.Ripping my underwear off i slid into her hard that her cries turned me on more.With the energy of a porn star i being to fuck her so hard that i know the neighbors more importantly Sam could hear it.I fucked her so much i felt like my dick was gonna run from me.By 4 pm i headed to the kitchen searching for substance and the will to not sleep forever that i ran into Sam. "Was it that great?'' he said..I begin to feel guilty being not 10 hours ago i was fucking him and now i'm fucking my girlfriend. (that's right we're back together) "Sam I.." He dropped to his knees and pulled my dick out.Tf?! i think.. "Does she taste as good as i think her pussy do?'' he whispers as he sucked my exhausted prick into his throat.I grabbed the wall to catch my balance as he begin to suck me better than 'I Deepthroat Heather' ever could in my fantasies.(Yes i went there) I grabbed the back of his head to angle my thrust the way i liked that i almost missed his whispers of.. "She taste so good","Her pussy must be sore","Come in my mouth now!'' And boy did i,i came so hard that i bite my lip trying to hold in my moans of ecstasy.As Sam stood up in front of me he leaned over to kiss me with a mouth full of my cum. I moaned at how erotic it was to taste my cum on another mans tongue that i filed it away to exploring it in the near future.He leaned back with a smile and said "Go back in your room Nina needs you".I heard my bed move a little meaning my sleepy beauty was waking up as i pecked him on the lips and went back into my room.Nina was staring at me as she opened her legs rubbing that sweet pussy saying "I need some more dick daddy!''...I felt my dick twitch happy to oblige that i sighed thinking all i am is a piece of meat as i walked to my bed to answer my little girls demands............To Be Continued.... Please leave Feedback If You Want To Read More!!.. *Kisses* Hope You Enjoyed It!!!
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Part 1. You've been asleep for some time now. Which makes sense after the intense session we had, you asked that I hold you for a little bit. We kiss, cuddle... You feel my naked body pressed against yours. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my chest. You haven't slept this well in a long time as the sound of my heartbeat lulls you into a deep slumber. During your sleep you roll over momentarily as I head to the bathroom. Upon my return, I find your naked body partially covered by the blanket. Your nipples hardening in the cool air. One leg bent, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening. An inviting scene that I can't resist. I crawl back into bed with you but between your legs, parting them enough to gain access to your juicy pussy but not enough to wake you. I plant kisses on the inside of your thighs working my way up to your love box. The smell of our combined juices is strong and intoxicating. Just hours ago I was burying myself deep inside you as you clenched onto me. Now, my face brushes against your juicy lips, my tongue slides across and between those flower's petals. As my tongue reaches your clit, you stir, slightly. The next time you move is once you feel my mouth latch onto your pussy, my tongue parting into your sex. Instinctively, your legs part in your sleep and I can hear your breathing change. I reach up your body and gently fondle your breast as I continue feasting on your pussy. Your hips move with a lazy urgency as a finger slides into you. Despite our earlier session, you squeeze onto the intrusion tightly. A moan escapes your lips. My erection has been growing with need, full and hard. As your desire intensifies, I bring you closer to the edge of both consciousness and ecstacy. I kiss my way up your body leaving little licks at spots I know are sensitive. The head of my dick brushes against your womanhood. A kiss on your lips. You stir again reaching for me in the darkness. Your arms wrapped around my torso, legs spread... I push as you pull and I slowly slide into you. You moan in agony as you feel me begin to push your walls open again. Your hips roll, I angle and push, your legs give way. Another kiss... The head of my cock against your cervix. Again you feel my body heat against you so warm and soothing. A bite on your neck awakens you. "oh fuck" as you realize I'm again buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around me. A gentle thrust as I slowly work my thick dick into your womb. Almost instantly your orgasm builds. With a new need, I push deep into you making the bed moan beneath us. Your fingernails dig into my back, your lips search for mine in the darkness. You feel my tempo increase, my urgency is there. You feel my swelling, engorged member begin to throb. "Yes baby, oh shit" you cry. I reach down around your hip, pulling your pussy open as I push in deep. We cum hard together. My big, hard, thick cock erupting and shooting it's load deep into your spasming, clenching and quivering pussy. I've claimed you yet again as my seed warms your depths, my testicles contracting in hard spurts of cum into your womb. Your body tingles as you hold onto me tight, never wanting to let go. I lay there on top, inside you, as you drift back off into your dreamscape. Part 2. Waking you with my face between your juicy cheeks, sampling your sweetness from behind. Your damp and dripping sex still tender from our last encounter. Nonetheless, you unconsciously push back against my eager mouth. You feel my tongue probing into you, between your lips, along your clit and into your vagina. You coo and begin a light hum as I spread you open with my hands, raising a leg up in the process. Splayed open and across the bed, sticking your ass up for me... So enticing, hot and vulnerable. I can feel the tension in your legs begin to build, your thrusting becoming more urgent, searching harder for more of my pleasure-giving tongue between your folds. A slap across your ass jolts you awake but also intensifies your impending orgasm. Your hands clench the sheets beside you. Your back arches even more. "oh fuck" and "yes" and "don't stop" stream from your lips as you gasp for air. I can feel it. My lips latch onto your clit and I begin to suck. You break and cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crash through you. Your hips buck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two fingers slide into your sopping, messy pussy as you ride out your pleasure. They latch onto your pleasure center inside your pussy as my tongue glides up to your puckered asshole. The new sensation sending lightning up your spine. You're unsure, but the new assault on your G-spot mixed with the foreign but intense feeling of being rimmed sends you into euphoria. As my fingers work their way in and out of your sex rubbing and stimulating, you feel something coming.... Hard and fast. You want me to stop because you can't control it, it feels too intense. You squirm through my handiwork. "wait.... Uhh.... Hold on...." "No" You knew better. I push you further and further into this freight train of uncontrolled sensation. My tongue enters your asshole just as I curl my fingers into you. It hits. A sudden urge to pee and realizing you can't hold back. I begin to furiously finger your gushing sex as it sprays your ejaculate across the sheets. You convulse on my fingers as I encourage more and more fluid from you. The intense pressure has completely exhausted you. Just mere seconds ago, you were screaming into your pillow. Now, you're face down in traces of your own saliva, gasping for air. Your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You feel heavy and weak, unaware that your legs are trembling. Another slap on the ass. That reassurance that you're okay and I've taken good care of you. As the beads of sweat form on your back, my tongue slowly works it's way up your spine before planting a kiss on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps all over. Another start to a wonderful day in quarantine.
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Part 1. You've been asleep for some time now. Which makes sense after the intense session we had, you asked that I hold you for a little bit. We kiss, cuddle... You feel my naked body pressed against yours. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my chest. You haven't slept this well in a long time as the sound of my heartbeat lulls you into a deep slumber. During your sleep you roll over momentarily as I head to the bathroom. Upon my return, I find your naked body partially covered by the blanket. Your nipples hardening in the cool air. One leg bent, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening. An inviting scene that I can't resist. I crawl back into bed with you but between your legs, parting them enough to gain access to your juicy pussy but not enough to wake you. I plant kisses on the inside of your thighs working my way up to your love box. The smell of our combined juices is strong and intoxicating. Just hours ago I was burying myself deep inside you as you clenched onto me. Now, my face brushes against your juicy lips, my tongue slides across and between those flower's petals. As my tongue reaches your clit, you stir, slightly. The next time you move is once you feel my mouth latch onto your pussy, my tongue parting into your sex. Instinctively, your legs part in your sleep and I can hear your breathing change. I reach up your body and gently fondle your breast as I continue feasting on your pussy. Your hips move with a lazy urgency as a finger slides into you. Despite our earlier session, you squeeze onto the intrusion tightly. A moan escapes your lips. My erection has been growing with need, full and hard. As your desire intensifies, I bring you closer to the edge of both consciousness and ecstacy. I kiss my way up your body leaving little licks at spots I know are sensitive. The head of my dick brushes against your womanhood. A kiss on your lips. You stir again reaching for me in the darkness. Your arms wrapped around my torso, legs spread... I push as you pull and I slowly slide into you. You moan in agony as you feel me begin to push your walls open again. Your hips roll, I angle and push, your legs give way. Another kiss... The head of my cock against your cervix. Again you feel my body heat against you so warm and soothing. A bite on your neck awakens you. "oh fuck" as you realize I'm again buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around me. A gentle thrust as I slowly work my thick dick into your womb. Almost instantly your orgasm builds. With a new need, I push deep into you making the bed moan beneath us. Your fingernails dig into my back, your lips search for mine in the darkness. You feel my tempo increase, my urgency is there. You feel my swelling, engorged member begin to throb. "Yes baby, oh shit" you cry. I reach down around your hip, pulling your pussy open as I push in deep. We cum hard together. My big, hard, thick cock erupting and shooting it's load deep into your spasming, clenching and quivering pussy. I've claimed you yet again as my seed warms your depths, my testicles contracting in hard spurts of cum into your womb. Your body tingles as you hold onto me tight, never wanting to let go. I lay there on top, inside you, as you drift back off into your dreamscape. Part 2. Waking you with my face between your juicy cheeks, sampling your sweetness from behind. Your damp and dripping sex still tender from our last encounter. Nonetheless, you unconsciously push back against my eager mouth. You feel my tongue probing into you, between your lips, along your clit and into your vagina. You coo and begin a light hum as I spread you open with my hands, raising a leg up in the process. Splayed open and across the bed, sticking your ass up for me... So enticing, hot and vulnerable. I can feel the tension in your legs begin to build, your thrusting becoming more urgent, searching harder for more of my pleasure-giving tongue between your folds. A slap across your ass jolts you awake but also intensifies your impending orgasm. Your hands clench the sheets beside you. Your back arches even more. "oh fuck" and "yes" and "don't stop" stream from your lips as you gasp for air. I can feel it. My lips latch onto your clit and I begin to suck. You break and cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crash through you. Your hips buck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two fingers slide into your sopping, messy pussy as you ride out your pleasure. They latch onto your pleasure center inside your pussy as my tongue glides up to your puckered asshole. The new sensation sending lightning up your spine. You're unsure, but the new assault on your G-spot mixed with the foreign but intense feeling of being rimmed sends you into euphoria. As my fingers work their way in and out of your sex rubbing and stimulating, you feel something coming.... Hard and fast. You want me to stop because you can't control it, it feels too intense. You squirm through my handiwork. "wait.... Uhh.... Hold on...." "No" You knew better. I push you further and further into this freight train of uncontrolled sensation. My tongue enters your asshole just as I curl my fingers into you. It hits. A sudden urge to pee and realizing you can't hold back. I begin to furiously finger your gushing sex as it sprays your ejaculate across the sheets. You convulse on my fingers as I encourage more and more fluid from you. The intense pressure has completely exhausted you. Just mere seconds ago, you were screaming into your pillow. Now, you're face down in traces of your own saliva, gasping for air. Your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You feel heavy and weak, unaware that your legs are trembling. Another slap on the ass. That reassurance that you're okay and I've taken good care of you. As the beads of sweat form on your back, my tongue slowly works it's way up your spine before planting a kiss on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps all over. Another start to a wonderful day in quarantine.
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"What do men want?" "What do women want?" These are the questions that most people really ask when in reality all they need to ask is "what do you want?". Yes it is sex. Women love sex as much as men love footy. But I'm not here to discuss my friend's game. It wasn't the first time me and my homies had so much; neither it will be the last time. Delhi Jazz festival were the best three days in my life. The music was good anyway but the sex was even better. But before the three days here's what happened "Kritika" what have you done with our savings? asked Manimanjai my roommate after finding out that I had shelled out the savings. She immediately received a phone call from our mutual friend Anobik saying that he was outside our dorm. Immediately she in her lingerie; anxiously ran out to meet him and try to discover what I had done. I didn't want her to know. Anobik said nothing but little did he know what I had in store for them. I just handed them two tickets and grinned "Here's where we go" Anobik noted that the place was near his and we both could stay over and we agreed to do that. As soon as Anobik left, Manimanjari questioned "You wanna sleep with him too?" to which I replied "Of course I don't wanna sleep with you alone" and tasted her beautiful lips. Manimanjari had well built body, 5 feet tall, bit dark and stout but always carried a smile that attracted men and women alike. We left to the fest early and Anobik had said that he'd meet us there. There he stood, as tall as me 6 inches taller than Manimanjari and quite as lean as me. As I hugged him he whispered "I can't even feel your tits when I hug you" to which I replied "I couldn't even feel you down there" to which his face turned red, but the dimwit added "You're such a pervert" Manimanjari interrupted "Aren't we all. We'd make a great threesome." Anobik blushed and as the artists began to perform, we anxiously waited for more good music and by nightfall, we were damn tired and we all headed to Anobik's house. We didn't even bother about the beds and we three fell asleep on the huge bed that Anobik had in his bedroom. I dozed off ASAP and had no clue what Anobik and Manimanjari were up to. The next morning, my sleep broke off at 5 and as I was lazy to get up, I couldn't find Manimanjari or Anobik on the bed. As I turned my head to my left, I saw Manimanjari had bent down and there was Anobik next to him. Then I noticed his member was just out of his pants and Manimanjari was soon kneeling down and Anobik guiding his entire length inside of her. I was moistened by the site. I didn't wanna wake up and hence I slid my hand over my panties and then soon over my clit as I saw Manimanjari kissing Anobik's 5 inch erect rod. I wanted it inside of me but I didn't wanna wake up. So I just fapped as Anobik shot his whole load inside Manimajari's throat. The whole morning I pretended as it was normal and as soon as we waited anxiously at the Delhi Jazz fest, I whispered into Anobik's ear "So now your cock doesn't like me anymore but it likes hers throat" to which Anobik got furious and said "You never commit to anyone. What about Arnab, Ashwin, Ishan, Aditi, Shana, Mihir and Somesh. I know you've slept with them all." I couldn't say anything. I knew I was weak. I always needed to have sex to feel something. This empty feeling I've always had seemed to be dying with Manimanjari. I even had thoughts of laying with my father because he was the best but here I stood so damn confused. Everyone was enjoying the fest and here I was wondering whether I lead a sinful life or are cigarettes and sex the only two good things. I was so lost that I could fuck anyone and forget their name come morning. The emptiness had taken over. I was angry with Anobik and I wanted to fuck him there or rather rape him for pointing out at my life. The day passed by with me not understanding a thing. Soon the next day, I picked up my sluttiest possible dress and went out with Anobik and Manimanjari. Both couldn't resist taking up photos and posting them to instagram like the internet zombies they are. The festival got over in no time and both Anobik and Manimanjari thanked me for the suggestion and head out to a restaurant for dinner. Soon the booze and the dishes took their course and Anobik couldn't stop using his legs on both of us. Soon we went back to Anobik's place. Manimanjari pulled off his pants and I helped him with the shirt. Soon I smooched Manimanjari and then let Anobik join the kiss. His boner was quite noticeable from the sweaty blue boxer that he wore. Mani pulled off my shortest skirt and Anobik always had a thing for panties and he pulled it off like a magician. He also pulled off the blue jeans and black panties that Manimanjari wore while I took off her yellow shirt and bra. Soon Manimanjari took off my bra I wore the entire day. Anobik stroked himself while Mani stripped me nude and kissed me. My tiny breasts against her sweaty bigger ones. I was getting moist. Manimanjari knew it and she started gently caressing my clit. Soon Anobik too joined. He started licked my clit and soon quit to deliver the same treatment to Manimanjari. Soon he made us hug each other while he lay both his hands on our butt an then as soon as me and Manimanjari started kissing one another, he slid his index finger into both out anus that made us more an more wet. Soon I grabbed a lube and started applying on his cock. Manimanjari smeared it on his penis with her tongue and before you know it he wanted to deep throat me. He shoved the entire length of his penis inside my mouth. With the lube on it, it perfectly slid inside me. He just let it stay in for a while before I gagged. He did enjoy gagging me. He then delivered the favor to Manimanjari. Soon he threw Manimanjari on the bed and then started kissing her. She grabbed his erect penis and let it slide inside of her. He just thrust it once before Manimanjari asked me to sit on her face. She buried her face inside my but and started sucking my vagina while Anobik kept thrusting in and out of her. Soon I was made to lie down and Manimanjari licked Anobik's penis and guide it inside me and said "You're our sex toy, Kritika" Anobik pulled his penis out from my vagina and grabbed his hand and started hitting my clit with. Mani got on top of me and I started licking her from her anus to her clit while she moved. Anobik's hard penis just kept hitting against my clit. Soon Anobik guide his penis inside of me and within ten strokes, he came inside of me and then dozed off. Manimanjari winked at me and then grabbed my left tit and started sucking it. I shouted "I wish he would titty-fuck me" to which she smooched me hard and slid her index, middle and ring finger inside me and whispered "I know you enjoy many cocks at once" and then guided her entire fist inside my vagina. I returned the favor by guiding my left hand inside of her vagina while we kept smooching each other. She soon ejaculated and started fingering me hard. Anobik too joined in and started sucking my erect nipples. "Your tits make you look like a boy, buy girl you're one fucking hottie I enjoy fucking" he whispered as he threw me on the bed and placed his 5 inch erect member between my breasts and started moving his cock up and down. It only kept hitting my neck. He tried squeezing my breasts against his cock but to no avail as I had very very tiny tits. Soon he quit his quest and started thrusting me from behind. He enjoyed being harsh. He grabbed me by by tits and started pinching my nipples while he kept thrusting me in and out of my anus. Soon he lifted me up against the wall and then thrust his fully erect penis inside of my vagina. He kept guiding his cock in and out without my assistance. Soon at the tenth stroke, he came inside of me at the same time when I orgasmed and he smooched me and jumped to the bed. I too hopped in his bed. Manimanjari layed naked with her arms on Anobik's penis. Soon I held his penis and he too guide his hand over my crotch, but before we could do anything, we fell asleep with the door unlocked and our friends invited the next morning.
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It was a restless night, Cheap pay per view wrestling in which had all of us mad. My father was gone for Egypt for a year so in the house was just my mother, siter, and myself. The house was quiet after the show. I don't quite remember why but my sister and myself had been sleeping on the couch bed for a couple of nights in a row. I guess it was just easier jumping straight out of bed and heading to school downstairs then all of us sleeping in our rooms. Mom would sleep on the couch by the T.V. but we had the couch bed behind the Recliner seperating the dining room and living room. That night was an interesting adventure and def. A night to remember... Mom decided to stay up and watch some more T.V. while my sister and I were laying down in bed dreading, Like always school the next morning. We tossed and turned hesitant to fall asleep. One of us would accidentally rub up against the other and the other would shove away, acting to be getting upset. Finally later in the night we settled down with less tossing and turning. Our legs closely to each other. My heart was pounding pretty hard as I wondered if she we shove away again if I made the move to touch her feet with mine so I decided to be brave and take the chance. Our feet rubbed against each other...Nothing, She sat perfectly still. A sense of accomplishment and victory rushed through my head as I turned over onto my left side and moved in closer to my sister, pretending to be asleep when suddenly she rolled over to hear right side, Our breath keeping each other warm as we quietly snuggled and cuddled with each other but without notice and attracting attention. Simple brother and sister comfort. No arms wrapping around each other and covered in the blankets. A few minutes went by, My heart still pounding and our feel still wrapped up in each other. I slowly started moving my feet up and down against hers, trembling as I thought she would move away but still, a silent as a rock she just lay there. My heart started beating faster in my chest, My breaths increasing from the weird sensation I was getting from rubbing my feet against hers and I thought to myself this is fun. Suddenly her feet started to move against mine her breaths increases as did mine and we moved our faces in closer. the blanket barely revealing any of our faces to the outside world as our lips slowly touched one anothers. A soft kiss, They started as pecks silently our lips smacked against each other, feet still keeping each other warm. Our eyes open as we look each other in awe wondering what was going on. We continued slowly wrapping our arms around each other and opening our mouths now as we kissed. Softly twirling our tongues together as we shared our forbiddin kisses. A few minutes passed as my sister and I made out on the couch behind where our mother was wide awake watching T.V. It were as if we were in stealth mode. Both extremely turned on, If it's possible for the ages in which we both were but we didn't mind and we continued. I started raising my feet now sliding them up and down her soft warm legs as we still wrapped our tongues around each others. Slowly my hand moves from around her sides and up her shirt, No resistance or hesitance at all she let me creep my hand up her bra revealing her young, soft breasts to my touch. She gasped and let out a slight moan as I massaged her nipples with my trembling finger tips. Slowly I raised her shirt and flipped up her bra allowing her breasts to sway freely under the sheets. I dove under the covers as what felt as if I were swimming in an oven from the heat our bodies had been putting off for that past 30 minutes. I started licking her nipples and she firmly puts her hand on my head making me aware of the pleasure she was receiving from my tongue. The thought of me making my sister happy and turning her on made me want to continue so I start to lower my hand down her sides when suddenly she stops it brings it back up to our eye level and pulls my head back in for a kiss. The soft movement of our tongues rolling against each other was an amazing feeling. I feared we were going to be caught so I whisper softly in her ear of my attempt to check on our mother to make sure everything is clear. I poke my head out of the blanket and get halfway up to look over the chair, suddenly I feel my sisters hands pulling down my boxers and allowing my young hard cock to bounce out and roam freely under the sheet.s She started to glide her palms up and down my cock revealing to me a new feeling I have ever mentioned and it felt way to good to just stop. Her head disappeared under that blankets as she fake coughed and wiggled her way down the blanket suddenly my cock was wet and I had realized My dick was in my sisters mouth and it felt amazing. The movement of the blanket bobbing up and down as my sister swallowed my cock plus the feeling of her tongue gliding on my cock was intensifying. She would suck on the head for a few second twirling her tongue around it and then shove it to the back of her throat causing her to slightly gag. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and kissed her way back up to my mouth laying back down on my side looking at me with a big smile with her lips all glossy and red from the friction of my dick and her lips. I was still very horny, fully erect and ready for more play so I took my hand pulled down her pajama pants and started rubbing her pussy from the outside of her underwear. The feeling was too much for her to handle as she pulled the blanket up to her mouth and bit down on it to keep her from moaning. I rubbed in a circular motion along her clit making her body twitch as I came across her spot. I had enough of the panties so I took them off, slowly pulling them down her soft elegant legs and revealing to me the one thing no brother should ever see, My sisters wet tight pussy. I didn't hesitate and instantly thrusted a finger deep in her twat causing her to let out a very light moan. She looked at me with the most beautiful eyes making me aware of the satisfaction she was getting. I pulled my finger slight out and back in again repeatedly. She got so wet the sheets were starting to dampen. I pulled my finger out and took my turn. My head sneaking under the covers kissing every inch of her body as I worked my way in between her legs. My mouth go wet as I finally reached her young cunt. Her clit in my mouth as I sucked on it and slid a finger back in her and sneaking my other hand to her butt, rubbing her hole as my tongue and finger stay busy in the front. She started to breath very heavily, her body rocking up and down as my tongue went in and out of her. Suddenly she gasps and her pussy covers my face with her fluids. I come back up, fluids still in my mouth and begin making out with her again, both enjoying the taste of her young twat juices flowing through our mouths. Her hand reaches down the blanket again as she turns away from me and pops her hips allowing her ass to touch my dick. I hear her mumble something as she pulls my cock closer to her ass. Finally I realized she was telling me to stick it in her ass. I slowly trust myself into her making her quiver as her hole stretches to the size of my dick. She begins to rub herself again as I work her from the back trusting in deeply and pulling back out. I go faster making her bite down on her finger and then suddenly I get the feeling of completion so I whisper to her..Sis, I'm gonna cum. She jumps pulls me out of her and sticks my cock back in her warm mouth to finish me off. I cum in her mouth and after it's done she looks back at me wish a smile as I watch her throat expand allowing my fluids to glide down her throat. It was getting late, Our mother passed out on the couch as we lay in each others arms knowing what we just done and had no regrets her pussy still up against my leg and we both get up and decide to get dressed. The rest of the night was back to normal...We were just brother and sister.
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He'd been watching her arrive home from work every day for two months. Her red sporty car would pull in her drive around 5:25pm and he'd see her stick her long high-heeled leg outside her vehicle before pushing her slender but curvy body out. Usually she was in a tight pencil skirt, with her long brunette hair flowing down, almost to the small of her back. Today it was pulled into a pony tail at the middle of her head. Perfect. Tonight he would finally make her his. He'd been in her room while she was at work...stashing the items for tonight under her bed. Now as he looked out his own blinds across the street, he could see her hang up her keys through the kitchen window. She bounced around on one foot getting her heels off, then she was off, up the stairs to freshen up. He grabbed his black beanie hat and put on his black leather gloves before stepping out his door. Keeping his head down he crossed the street towards her house and quietly crouched on her back porch. After checking the window, he slid open the door and locked the deadbolt behind him....Something she never bothered to do. He could hear the shower running upstairs and immediately imagined her tight body under the stream. Warm water running over her firm tits and dripping off those perfect nipples he was about to see for himself. When the water abruptly turned off, he hurried up the stairs and quickly slid under her bed after pushing his assortment of items out of the way. A corner of the duct tape stuck to his sleeve and he smiled secretly, anticipating what he would soon do with the tape. He heard her footsteps on the hardwood floor then her bare feet appeared next, leading up to toned calfs. She hummed to herself while picking out something in her closet. It seemed to be a red dress, guess she was planning on going out tonight. No such luck princess, he thought to himself. The towel dropped to the floor around her ankles and he scooted himself forward to get a better look. She was holding the dress up to her naked body in the mirror but her backside was completely visible to him from his hiding spot. He saw her perfect ass sway back and forth as she decided on the dress. He wanted so bad to cup both cheeks in his hands before roughly spanking it. She slid into the dress and re-did her pony tail. He watched her bend forward to apply some red lipstick then as she stepped back to admire herself, he knew it was now or never. He made a little noise so she would turn toward the bed and fall on her back as he grabbed her ankle. Her loud scream permeated the room as he scrambled on top of her, grabbing the duct tape as he went. She struggled hard as he pinned her wrists to the ground above her head with his one hand and used his knees to trap her legs. His member was already throbbing in his jeans but he needed to concentrate now. Her eyes were wide and frantic as she searched for a way to get him off of her. But there was no way she could see. He ripped a large piece of duct tape off and slapped it on those perfect lips. Now she could only make muffled noises, and he smiled. He looked down at the top of her cleavage that had spilled above the dress as he spoke. Now princess, you are mine tonight and nothing you do or say will stop me so please save that energy of yours so we can put it to good use. he traced his free gloved hand down her cheek, then slapped it hard once. Her shout of pain was stifled by the tape. I don't want to hurt you again, so please, just do as I say. Understand? Tears spilled over her lids and her body relaxed as defeat filled her features. He loved to dominate like this and break his victims before the fun began. All women are submissives and secretly love being dominated and taken like this. Most just never allow it. In one fluid motion he got up off her and told her to stand up and light the candles by her bed. As she did he turned off the lights and closed the blinds. She was his for the night. Her quiet sobs stopped as he ordered her to turn around and face him. He walked closer and smelled her sweet perfume, while kissing her neck. She stiffened but as she started enjoying it her body went limp. Enough of the foreplay, he needed release. With one pluck, the ties of her halter dress came undone and the dress fell to her midsection. Her supple tits were on full display, her little nipples erect in the candlelight. When she went to cover her boobs he angrily pulled the dress the rest of the way down, while she doubled over trying to hide her naked body. He didn't like her withholding the view from him. Get on the bed, he barked. When she reluctantly obeyed, he reached under the bed and emerged with straps and bindings in his hands. She whimpered as he roughly grabbed her arms and crossed her wrists together above her head. He kneeled between her legs and pinned her thighs open with his knees. Now she was defenseless and ready to be used completely by him. She pulled against the straps until they dug into her skin trying without success to free her legs from his grasp. It was incredibly sexy watching her arch her back in an attempt at getting loose. Her tits bounced with every pull and he just waited while she grunted trying to break free. When she realized there was no escape she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Oh no he thought, she is going to watch and enjoy this. Open your eyes bitch! He barked as he whipped his gloved hand against her sensitive nipples. Argh, she made muffled noises of protest but her eyes shot open. I'm going to take the tape off and Your going suck my dick until I say youre done. Got it? For the first time that night she seemed eager and willing. What a nice little slut. He ripped the duct tape off Her mouth and started undoing his jeans. Her eyes got wide and she whispered a hushed oh, as his 9 inch cock sprung out from his boxers. Under the bed he grabbed another set of straps and bound her ankles to each bedpost. Her les were spread open as far as they would go. Perfect for later. He climbed on top of her once again, this time kneeling right in front of her face. She felt the weight of His balls on her chest. Lick the head slut. She did and he rubbed the swollen head of his dick around her chin and cheeks, slowly up to her lipsticked mouth and roughly shoved his cock all the way in. She gagged on his hard member as he forced it in again, working up a rhythm. Her big eyes pleaded with him to stop but it just turned him on more. He grunted as his big balls slapped her chin with each thrust. He loved the feeling of her warm mouth around his dick but he wanted to take that tight pussy of hers. A string of saliva stretched from the tip of his cock to her soft lips before breaking off as he climbed off her chest. "No, please don't!-" She started to protest as he straddled her bound legs. His gloved hand shot up to her open mouth and he slid two fingers inside. "Shhhh, I'll be gentle." He said with a wicked smile. He reached under the bed to grab the blindfold and covered her eyes, much to her dismay. The brunette let out a little whimper. She knew could do nothing to stop what was coming. He took a moment to admire her long legs tied with black leather straps to the bed frame, her naked body breathing heavily in anticipation. From this angle he could see her perky D cups moving up and down with every breath and her pussy spread open waiting for him. He slowly traced his fingers around her shaved mound, not quite touching her clit. She inhaled sharply with every move his expert fingers made on her skin. Her legs quivered as he leaned forward to lightly lick her slit from bottom to top. He took off one glove and all at once rammed his two long fingers in her sex as the girl screamed out in surprise. His hand didn't let up as he fucked her little pussy getting it wet with her own juices. The intruder abruptly stopped and started pumping his cock with his palm, watching this helpless girl bound to her own bed, knowing he was about to fuck her however he pleased. His cock throbbed in his hand and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He was on his knees on top of her as he slapped her clit with the head of his wet cock a few times before finally plunging inside. Her back arched as she tried to squirm away but it only added to his pleasure as she writhed that body around on his dick. He loved the feeling of her tight pussy walls gripping his cock as she struggled to take it all in. He started moving his hips, fucking her fast and rough. Her pussy clenched his cock with evey thrust and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He leaned forward so he was completely on top of her, He buried his pulsing member all the way to the hilt and came hard inside her trembling body. He slid his softening cock out of her, knowing he would be ready to go again in a minute. "Let me go now.... please!" She practically pleaded with him. "Oh I'm not done with you yet, love." His deep voice sent shivers down her naked spine. He didn't give her any time to recover as he quickly undid her ankle straps and flipped her over with her arms still outstretched and tied in front of her. Seeing her back arched with her sexy ass up in the air had his dick hard again almost immediately. She yelled out as he slapped her ass cheek twice, hard. He reached under the bed and grabbed a ball gag, fastening it around the back of her head. Now he was ready to take that tight, young, ass of hers. Taking off his glove, he spit on her little asshole and started rubbing his thick thumb around it. Plunging his finger in a few times, he could tell his cock would fill up that ass completely. Her cries were muffled by the ball gag but he could make out her words, "No...NO!" He started stroking his rock hard member and put the head right up to the entrance. Her hips jerked wildly trying to get him away from her ass. But he had no plans to stop. Grabbing her hips and scooting her toward him, so she was completely stretched out, ass up for him, he pushed inside her, finally feeling her give up and let him in. His cock slid in and out, getting deeper with each thrust until he couldn't go any further. All the while, her screams were getting more intense as he rammed his dick in as hard as he could, feeling the ring of her ass stretching with every move. He pulled her hair and jerked her head back so she could see how sexy his cock looked buried in between her ass cheeks. He could feel his orgasm building but he wanted to make this last longer. He pulled out of her and flipped her over once again so she was on her back with arms and ankles tied out wide. He put a pillow under the small of her back so she was arching. He opened her nightstand drawer and found her vibrator...bingo. She looked at him wide-eyed shaking her head. She didn't want to cum to this stranger who was taking advantage of her. But he knew how turned on she was even if she wouldn't admit it. It was sexy to have a big man overtaking her, making her feel wanted, and soon she would cum for him more than once. He knelt between her legs and turned on the toy, he started plunging the wand in her pussy and used her own pussy juice to moisten her clit. She was letting out deep moans as he circled her clit and finally let the toy press against it. She started bucking her hips up and around, trying to get away from the intense vibrations, but he kept it on her clit with his strong hands and with a final high pitched moan, he felt her pussy contracting beneath his palm and she came hard over and over. By the time he turned off the toy, she was breathless and silent, staring up at the ceiling. The intruder put his hard cock back to her ass and rammed his full 9 inches in, in one fluid movement and kept up the pace until he could feel the pressure in his balls. He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock twice with his hand and she felt his warm jizz spraying all over her pussy and stomach, even up to one of her heaving breasts. He finally felt the orgasm subside and slouched back onto the bed staring up, as she was. He would clean her off and leave her tied there with the ball gag in, after texting one of her guy friends from her phone. Maybe they would find her here and use her too. He smiled to himself, knowing he could come over anytime. After all, she was only across the street.
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