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darkroom.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/49/darkroom.txt | One time, while living in Colorado, we were invited to the home of a local attorney who was a popular swinging single guy, with loads of money. In his palatial home, he would throw some pretty wild "sex parties". He fancied himself to be some kind of "Hugh Hefner".When we arrived at his place, he informed us that he had built a new room at the back of the house, which he called, the darkroom. It was not a room used to develop film; it was a room specially designed for "anonymous sex," and this was in the days before AIDS became a household word. The room was basically "wall-to-wall BED". He had designed it and had it constructed to his exacting specifications. It was PITCH BLACK. Absolutely NO LIGHT could enter the room, hence the name, "darkroom". Gals would go into a separate "undressing" area from the men, who would have their OWN "undressing" room. After getting naked, one would walk through a few doors, until you were in the darkroom (which you could tell for sure, because your bare feet would suddenly be on a BED, and you could NOT see anything). There were TWO RULES that governed that room AT ALL TIMES: 1. You must CRAWL anytime you MOVE (absolutely NO WALKING) 2. NO TALKING of ANY kind! The first rule was a safety feature. One was REQUIRED to CRAWL, because if one WALKED, one could trip over two or more people having sex, and cause a serious injury to themselves or others. The second rule was to keep yourself from being IDENTIFIED by anyone else. You could certainly MOAN and SIGH and LAUGH, but your were forbidden from UTTERING WORDS. Our host had demonstrated certain "touch signals" that folks could use, to make their "needs" known to the person they were with. For example, a gentle "push" of either shoulder meant, "Sorry, but I do not want you, at this time. I am searching for someone else." A squeezing of the other person's finger meant, "Please suck on my (cock) (clit)." A squeezing of TWO fingers of the other person meant, "I will suck on yours." THREE fingers being squeezed meant, "Let's do 69!" This guy had worked out DOZENS of "silent signals," so folks could have the wildest sex possible, in total anonymity. By the way, "naked" meant "NAKED!" Gals could not have necklaces or earrings on, because it would serve to "identify" who they were and possibly cause an eye injury. Wedding and engagement rings were permitted, but discouraged, because diamonds could SCRATCH a person. All movements during crawling were supposed to be SLOW ones, to prevent "nasty collisions," while actual sex acts could be carried out at "speed normal". The idea was to PREVENT nasty pokes to the eyes in the total darkness. The ADVANTAGES to this kind of "darkroom sex" were obvious to many: You could do things in total darkness that you might have been embarrassed to do, in the light. For example, some gals told me that they would NEVER "be bi" with another gal in the light, but because they were anonymous in the dark, their inhibitions were eliminated. Another "advantage" is that one could get laid by someone who they wouldn't have chosen, if the lights were on. Without seeing how a person LOOKS, you only "know" them by how they FEEL. The DISADVANTAGE to all this was, if you were having "fantastic sex," you would NOT know who was giving you such wonderful feelings, and THAT was a source of tremendous frustration for MANY people! But, the rules were obeyed, because the advantages of such a room far outweighed any disadvantages. I knew of one gal who reported that she had gotten "gang fucked" by three men, while she was in the "darkroom". She loved it so much, she called up the rich lawyer and BEGGED to be invited back. He told her that she could CUM, as often as she wished. One question that was constantly asked, was, "When I'm done, HOW do I find my way OUT, from a totally dark room?" The answer was that, on the edges of the "exit" doors were little "glow-in-the-dark" strips, showing precisely where the exit was located. The PATTERN of the strips indicated whether you were entering the "gal's undressing room" or the one for the guys. Another question asked was, "Is there anyone in there now?" The host would only say "Yes" or "No" in response. Sometimes, to be "cute," he'd respond with a cryptic, "After YOU enter, someone will be in there." Eventually, some folks would "make up" special signals to identify WHO they were, if they were hoping to find a particular person in the room. How did they KNOW that a "certain person" was AT the lawyer's house? I'll let YOU guess. Do you know how "we" figured out WHO was there, and who was not? Now, you might like to try the experience I had. That can easily be arranged, and without the necessity of going into an elaborate "darkroom". The way it is accomplished, is with everyone participating, wearing what are called, "sleep shades". I'm sure you know what these are, so I won't insult you by explaining them to you. They can be purchased at MOST drug stores. Have a "Darkroom moment," soon! You'll be glad you did. END |
dad.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/55/dad.txt | Author's Note: This is a story I originally received from someone else to edit and comment on. Their e-mail address is no longer valid, and I have made substantial revisions to it. I hope they approve.***I am sitting here in the morning sharing with you what happened last night. I have always enjoyed reading the "wife sharing" stories. My wife was always "put-off" by them, so the events of last night were quite a surprise. Clearly my wife just needed the right situation for a change of perspective. We had some friends over for dinner last night, as my parents were in town visiting. We all had a great time as the drinks and wine flowed a bit to freely. When I went to put our two sons to bed, around nine, it was clear I had a little too much to drink. After they were down, I sat down upstairs for what I thought was just a moment. Two hours later I woke up with a start.I hadn't said good night to our friends or helped with any of the clean-up. My wife would let me have it for certain. As my "fog" lifted I could hear muffled voices from downstairs. I shuffled out of our room unsteadily, over to the railing on the second floor landing, which looks out over the family room.It took a few seconds for me to focus on the scene below me. There at one end of the sofa sat my wife, Mary. My dad was sitting very close to her. They were alone in the room and the house was otherwise quiet. As I was orienting myself, my Dad reached for Mary's breasts, and touched them briefly while she pushed his hand away.My Dad is 67 but is still quite charming with women. He had always been a playboy, so much so that my mother almost kicked him out a few times. While he always complimented my wife, he had never acted improperly before. Now my wife looked uncomfortable as he again reached for her breasts. She put her hands across her chest, denying him access."Oh Mary, come on. I'm very good at making women feel good," he smiled at her."I'm sure you are Frank," she said as she pushed his hand away, again. " You shouldn't do this. Your wife is in the next room and my husband is upstairs.""We both know they're passed out. Neither of them should have had those after-dinner drinks. Mary, you are such a beautiful woman, please give me this one pleasure, no one will ever know," he continued as his hand went back up to her breast."This dance continued for a while. I was amazed that my wife didn't get up and walk away. But as they sat there a story emerged that must have been what they had talked about for all this time. About my fathers desire for Mary. How he did not get much sex from mother anymore. How he had felt so much desire for Mary that night. Watching her body move during dinner. To my surprise Mary seemed to be taking it in. His hands seemed to linger slightly longer before she pushed them away. As he spoke I groggily recalled that he had fixed the after dinner drinks from a "secret" recipe he had recently learned.Mary seemed spellbound by what he said. Clearly pushing him back at his improper behavior, but still responding to it. "Let me at least give you a kiss," he requested.My wife shook her head with a sigh. But as her head turned away my Dad moved his hand back to her breast. It remained there just slightly longer. As Mary brushed it away, she agreed to a small kiss.Needless to say I was speechless as I watched my Dad lean over her, slowly and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. He held the kiss for just a few seconds and moved back before she could push him back. I then noticed that one or more of the buttons on her blouse were open.My Dad leaned close, where he could see in the gap of her blouse. He almost whispered to her, "That was so nice. Such soft, warm lips. That wasn't so bad for you was it ?""No it was fine Frank," she replied somewhat huskily, "Now that I kissed you can we behave like adults?""OK you're right. But... please, just one more kiss," he implored.My wife sighed and started to shake her head no. But as he leaned over again she did not try to move away. Instead she looked at him nervously and licked her lips.He kissed her. This time with more passion, slowly opening his mouth. A reluctant moan escaped from her. Then things started to move faster.He leaned even more in to her, pinning one of her arms against the sofa. Her other hand came up to his shoulder but did not seem to be pushing very forcefully. His hand moved to the top of her breasts. He caressed them over her silk blouse which he had unbuttoned. Mary's hand moved from his shoulder to the hand massaging her breasts, trying to dislodge it. As she broke the kiss he moved to nuzzle her neck."Frank, oh god, please no," she panted.He let her move his hand slightly, and as she relaxed he slipped it into her blouse, and, judging from her shudder, into her bra and onto her breast. His hand remained there, massaging her breast. He was gentle but firm. She seemed to be trying to move his hand, but she didn't put up much of a fight."Mary you are so wonderful... so soft... you feel so good," he gasped as he kept his face at her neck.His hand began moving her breast in a circular motion. Then it "slipped" and slid down to her lap. She grabbed at his hand but then let it rest back on her breast. He had, however, succeeded in pulling Mary's skirt up on to her thighs. Still nuzzling her neck his hand moved back to her lap. Once more she caught it, but slower than the first time.Once again Dad succeeded in moving her skirt further up her legs. This time her thighs were mostly exposed and her legs were slightly parted. Dad moved from nuzzling her neck to kissing and licking her ear, one of her weak spots. When she began to squirm he moved his hand back between her thighs.I had expected her to once again catch the invading hand. Instead, Frank slid his hand between her thighs and up under her skirt. The way his arm began to rotate it was clear his hand was touching her pussy, she leaned her head back on the sofa and covered her eyes with her arm. "Oh ...my... God..." she moaned, "please... be ...careful.""Oh Mary, I will," he answered.With that exchange I felt almost a jerk in my gut. While my feet remained riveted to the floor my hands moved to my steel hard cock and began to slowly squeeze it.Meanwhile Dad eagerly moved his hands back to her breasts. His hands had a slight tremble to them as he finished pulling her blouse open and unsnapped her bra. Her big, beautiful breasts spilled out. Her nipples were protruding and stiff. Her breasts were full and hard, the way they get when she's aroused. He gazed at them for a moment, then pushed them together from the sides, so that the nipples were almost touching. Leaning over he began sucking first on one nipple and then on the other. As he moved faster back forth Mary began wiggling and shaking. A steady moan escaped from her lips. Just as I thought she would orgasm from the nipple stimulation he slowed down and leaned back.Mary groaned and reached out to pull his head back. He caught her hands and placed them back on her breasts. She resisted at first but he insistently directed her hands to massage her breasts."That's the way my darling, squeeze those beautiful breasts together. Hold them out for me....pinch those nipples," his voice slowly taking on a more authoritarian tone. As he urged her on, Mary seemed to be lost in her own arousal, less and less aware of her surroundings.While she continued to caress her breasts, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt down. "Pull on those delicious nipples, show them to me," he directed. Mary, her eyes closed shut, milked her breasts, presenting the nipples to my Dad.As he leaned over to suck them he placed his hands on each side of her hips. "Raise your hips," he commanded, his lips inches from her nipples. As she complied he slid both her skirt and her panties down to her knees. while he kissed and sucked her nipples he continued to work her skirt off.When her skirt was off he sat back and paused, looking at my wife's shaved pussy. "So beautiful," he stated, almost under his breath. He reached out and gently traced her pussy lips with his forefinger. She was very wet. With his other hand he he began to massage her clitoris, gently rubbing it between his thumb and fingers. Mary moaned a long low "Nooo..."At that he took his finger from her pussy and painted her lips with the moisture. She shook her head and I thought for a moment the spell was broken. But when Frank moved his hand back to her pussy he inserted two fingers and moved them in circular motion while still manipulating her clitoris with the other hand. Soon Mary's hips began to buck toward his fingers. Again he removed them. This time he forced them between her lips."Suck them," he commanded. When Mary hesitated he repeated his command. Soon I could see her cheeks hollowing. She was sucking on his fingers. "That's it, my naughty girl suck hard," my Dad whispered. "Keep pulling on your nipples while you suck."He again pulled his fingers from her mouth but this time he slowly inserted four fingers into her pussy twisting them back and forth. Mary groaned at the intrusion. Soon, at his insistence, she was bucking and pushing against his hand. Just as she seemed to be at the point of no return, he pulled his hand back so that the tips of his fingers were at the entrance to her pussy. Mary moaned and pushed harder toward his hand. Dad pushed his hand in and then pulled it back again. They continued this back forth dance for several minutes. On one of Mary's more forceful pushes Dad turned his hand, slightly spread his fingers and pushed forward. Mary grunted and tried to pull back but she had no leverage. Dad resumed his manipulation of her clitoris and then what he said to her caught me completely by surprise."I think you like my fingers up your ass, don't you??" he implored. Mary said nothing but she was beginning to move in rhythm with his fingers. My Dad had somehow managed to get at least two of his fingers up my Mary's ass and keep them there. Again I felt a strong twist in my gut. But my hand seemed to act on its own, jerking and squeezing my rampant cock, which was now out of my pants."Imagine its two cocks fucking you," he suggested. "My little slut would like that, wouldn't she?" With those words she moaned loudly, and began to shudder. At that moment he pulled both his hands away, opened the front of his pants, freeing his cock and moved back towards her breasts. Mary was on the edge of orgasm but the pause cooled her ardor slightly.Dad shifted his body and moved to straddle her waist. Moving forward so that his thick, hard cock was positioned between Mary's breasts, he slowly pumped it back and forth as he directed her to squeeze her breasts together. Mary kept her eyes closed and her head passively turned, but her beautiful breasts began to pillow around his cock.He slowly began to piston his cock between her soft breasts. All the time he was imploring her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Again Mary began to pant and she held her head to the side with her eyes closed. Dad leaned forward placing his hands on either side of her head. This brought his cock very close to Mary's chin. As his cock approached her chin he turned her head and the head of his cock brushed her lips. Mary opened her eyes with a start as the pistoning cock again approached her lips."Kiss my cock!" he commanded.As she opened her mouth to protest, he smoothly slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. He paused his pumping, holding her head still."That's it my nasty slut, now lick my cock. Lick it," he said gruffly.Unbelievably Mary held the cock in her mouth and appeared to be tonguing it. I was stunned. First he had fingered her asshole, then he tit-fucked her and now he was slowly convincing her to suck his cock. As far as I knew my Mary had never even fantasized about those activities, let alone engaged in them.Again he commanded her to suck his cock. She paused and then her cheeks began to hollow. She was sucking his cock! As she did he leaned into her a little more, slipping more of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but she continued to suck. He slowly pulled back and when she would gasp for air he would slide it back into her mouth a little deeper. Before too long he had about half of his fat cock in her mouth.When it seemed that they were both about to come he lifted up off her chest and moved back between her legs. His left hand moved back to manipulate her red and flaring clitoris. With his right hand he held his cock and rubbed between my Mary's pussy lips. She gasped and put up her hands defensively. It looked for a moment like she might resist. However Dad easily slid his entire cock into her well lubricated pussy with one push. They both groaned deeply as he hit bottom. From my point of view I could see his cock and balls tightly stretching her glistening pussy lips. That incredible sight is permanently etched in my minds eye."Oh...Oooooh," she moaned, staring at the ceiling.My Dad was fucking my wife! His hips were moving at a surprisingly steady pace for someone of his age and weight. Her wet pussy made sounds as their sexes pounded together. My Dad started whispering in her ear. As he did she started moaning and bucking up to meet his thrusts. As their pace increased they slid to the side of the couch.He kept moaning her name. She just kept moaning. The sounds from the scene in front of me seemed to go on forever, but it had been only a little more than minute when his thrusts became more deliberate, slower and deeper. He was about to cum. for just a brief moment my wife regained some control."I'm not...uh, unh... pro..tected," Mary grunted."Nnghh..." my Dad groaned as he slowed his thrusting with some difficulty. He slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy. Mary seemed to protest and reached for him. As she did he lifted her legs higher and positioned his cock at her anus. As he pushed the head in Mary realized what he was doing and tried to wiggle and squirm. Dad told her firmly to push down while he continued to push his cock forward. It appeared that he was making progress! My Dad was sliding his cock into Mary's ass. Dad stopped moving and appeared to have fully inserted his cock in her ass. Marry had stopped protesting but was now panting for air. When her breathing slowed my Dad reached for her clitoris and began slowly rolling it between his fingers. Soon Mary was moaning continuously. Dad began thrusting into her ass. Slowly building speed. He was quickly building toward his own orgasm.Dad thrust in once more, deep, with a moan that seemed to come from every cell in his body, and shook in orgasm. His hands groped for her tits, his body arching up. Then I saw my wife's chest. She had the tell tale red blush spots that told me she had just orgasmed. She was also biting her lip, trying not to gasp out loud. Dad thrust into her a couple of times with his spasms.Then he collapsed, rolling off of her. I don't know at what point I had pulled my own cock out, but when I saw his sperm run out of her ass, I came.Their act had been one of sex and sudden desire. Neither of them seemed to want to linger. They cleaned up quickly and left for bed. I hurried in before them to resume my place slumped in the chair.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 55 |
surprise.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/surprise.txt | I've been married to Mike for almost four years and he really is my best friend. My sex with other guys has never been about loving someone else or anything like that. It has always been about ding what felt really good at the moment: more primal and instinctual than thought out or analyzed. That's definitely how this night went, and I have Mike to thank for a surprise I'll never forget. Mike and I love to sleep close to one another. We're always touching while we sleep. Sometimes during the night it's as little as our feet touching but most times one of us is laying flush up against the other. I think it's sweet. This particular night we went out and came home around 11:30. We read in bed for a little while and then turned out the lights and went to sleep. I always fall asleep first. I wake up really early in the morning to work out at the local 24 Hour Fitness so I can be to work early, so I end up being much more tired than Mike on most nights. This night was no exception and I fell asleep quickly. At some point in the evening Mike got up to use the restroom. This is typical. It happens most nights because he drinks a bottle of water while he reads. When he came back to bed, I remember hazily through my half-sleep, he snuggled back close to me. I could feel one arm slip underneath my pillow, the other drape over my chest. I could feel his leg slide in between my two and his semi-hard dick press up against my ass. If I had been awake enough I would've seen what was coming. It happens at least once a week. Mike will roll over in his sleep, feel my body, and start "molesting" me in his sleep. In some ways it's so cute and funny. There he would be: half-asleep, groping at my breasts, trying to make out with me and eventually wake up enough to try to have sex with me. On a weeknight I would usually push him off and tell him to go back to sleep. When you have to wake up at 4:45 in the morning it's not cute... it's annoying. But I try not to be mean to him because he's asleep. We call it "sleep f*cking." Ha ha! This night was no exception. It was a Friday night. I didn't have to wake up particularly early the next morning, but I'd gotten up very early that day and I wasn't in the mood. I had felt Mike snuggle up against me and it woke me up enough to know I was going to have to make him roll over and go back to bed. And then it came: his hands started moving up and down my arm, caressing me. I could feel his mouth and nose move up to my neck and begin to kiss me slightly, timidly... expecting the rejection to come soon. His leg slid deeper between my thighs putting slight pressure there as he pressed his now-hard dick up against my ass. It's not that all of that didn't feel good... it did. It always did. But it was just kind of bothersome to have to push him away again and I was irritated by him wanting to have sex with me again. Looking back I guess I shouldn't have minded so much. I guess I did encourage him a little bit. I wore a cute little outfit to bed, one of his favorites. Nothing special at all, just a peach-colored tank and bikini-style panties.I let him watch me change that night, which always catches his attention. I work hard to stay fit and he really likes my body so it's fun for me to tease him every now and again. But in the middle of that annoyance I noticed something. Mike moved his leg down mine and as he stretched his leg out I noticed that my heel was touching his shin. With his head at my neck, a very familiar position for us, my heel should've been touching his ankle. Mike's only a couple of inches taller than me and I'm around 5'9". The man laying behind me was much taller, well over 6'. I froze. I immediately tensed up. I then noticed that "Mike's" arm was more muscular, not that Mike doesn't have strong arms, but that this man's arms felt bulkier. I could feel his bicep muscle as he caressed my arm and Mike is more "tone" and lean than that. Now I really started to wake up. My heart started beating faster, I might've even started to sweat a little. I was really on-edge but at the same time I was thinking to myself that these differences could've been in my head. On top of that, before I got all freaked out it was starting to feel really good. At this pointed I started thinking to myself that maybe the man in bed was Rob the only other man I've had sex with. I hadn't seen Rob in months but maybe Mike was in the mood for a show and arranged for Rob to come over: he loves to watch the two of us together. My heart began to beat harder instead of faster as I thought about Rob again. Those handful of nights we spent together, how hot he made me feel.I was instantly turned on by those thoughts as this man next to me kept kissing my neck and ears moving his thigh hard against my now-damp pussy. I loosened up quite a bit and moved my ass into a few of his dick-thrusts. I moved my arm low across my stomach to let his hand fall onto my breasts. I did everything very subtly not to let him know I was awake but maybe to make him think I was responding to him instinctually in my sleep. My subtle movements did encourage him. He started breathing harder but I could feel he was trying to control himself. His right hand started to softly caress my breasts through my top and he was definitely thrusting harder against my ass. After what seemed like both a few seconds and a few hours of him building a rhythm of movement with me, he started kissing small kisses from my neck and ears across my cheek and then brought up his hand to move my face into a full open-mouthed kiss. Whoever this man was, he knew exactly how to push my buttons. The curiosity of knowing who he was definitely started to eat away at me, but I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. Even with that kiss I didn't want to let him know that I was both fully awake or that I knew he wasn't my husband. On top of that, I wasn't really sure I wanted to know who it was just yet. I could tell that the lights in the room were still off so it would be hard to tell anyway. But the kiss told me it wasn't Rob. As good in bed as Rob was, he never kissed me that well. So I let out a little moan, one that sounded very un-awake. I was on my back and my body was turned more towards him than before. He didn't try to kiss me again, but just sat and moved his hands across my face and neck and chest. I couldn't stand it! It felt so good. My right hand was on my stomach when he softly took it and moved very close to his dick, which was still covered by his boxer-briefs. I slowly readjusted my body again so that my hand would brush up against it and come to a rest on it. I heard him breath out in, what sounded like, pleasure as my hand rested on his rock-hard dick. I was very glad that he wasn't yet putting his hand between my legs because it would've been impossible to pretend to be sleeping once he'd felt how wet I was. And that's when it hit me. I love my husband. I really do. My whole life revolves around Mike and that's exactly the way I like it. I only started sleeping with someone else because I knew he wanted me to. It's true that I grew to really enjoy sex with Rob and we did have sex nearly a dozen times after the first time that Mike arranged. But what occurred to me was that I was fully prepared to brush Mike off and not have any sex that night. I only got turned on when I started to think, correctly, that the man in my bed wasn't Mike at all. I was willing to have sex with a complete stranger in my bed in the same breath that I was willing to refuse sex to Mike. I wanted to be wanted by this man. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted to take my clothes off for him. I wanted to feel his naked dick... and then feel it inside me. I was totally surprised by the degree of arousal this experience had given me, and I still wasn't sure who he was. That thought gave me pause but only for a second. I could feel him moving again and I realized that he was pulling off his underwear. In an instant my hand was resting on his hard, uncovered dick and he moved in to kiss me again. Between this new kiss and the thought of his naked body soon being on top of me I threw my charade to the wind and grabbed his dick and started stroking it. He immediately responded by climbing on top of me and not breaking my kiss for what seemed like forever. I wrapped my arms around him and spread my legs for him. He took my invitation and started thrusting his dick against my panty-covered pussy while we both clumsily worked to get my top off. He wasted no time at all and immediately buried his face in my breasts, kissing, licking, sucking. I moaned and that sound made him groan. He worked his mouth over every square inch of my body above my panty-line and I could feel his hot breath everywhere. I don't remember much of what was said that night but I do remember moaning out: "Oh my God. Don't stop. Keep going." It was then that I felt someone, not the man pleasing my body, run his fingers through my hair and whisper in my ear: "I love you baby." It was Mike! He was there in the room after all. That set my body on fire! For one, I knew I was safe... though the fear otherwise hadn't stopped me much. I also knew he was watching, which I've loved from the first time I had sex in front of him (and knew). Moreover I knew the man wasn't Rob and wasn't Mike... it was someone entirely new to me and someone I didn't consciously choose to have sex with. I moved my face towards him and kissed him as this other man started pulling my panties down. One leg and then the other they came off. I spread my legs for him and put my hands on his head as he moved his lips to my absolutely wet pussy. I broke my kiss from Mike and told him I loved him too and then thanked him. He laughed a little and said he was going to sit back down and watch. I wanted to ask him who this man was but didn't. I felt like half the intensity of this night revolved around the mystery, so I let the question trail off along with any other inhibitions I had left as this man was working me into an orgasmic frenzy with his tongue. He went on licking my clit and tongue-fucking me for only a couple of minutes and I was disappointed that he didn't finger me at all but I wasn't about to complain because I knew that just brought me closer to what I really wanted: him inside me. I didn't wait long. I felt him crawl up, grab his dick and guide it directly to my waiting pussy. I could hardly wait and I remember my back arching a little in anticipation. As he started moving inside me I shuddered with excitement and started feeling very flush. He then laid down on top of me as we worked together to find a good rhythm. It was absolutely glorious. He came back to kiss me time and time again as he was pumping me full of his dick. The only thing that made the feeling better was thinking that Mike was probably in the chair across the room watching this man fuck me, his wife, while stroking his own dick. It didn't take me long to climax. Then he spoke. He asked me if I wanted to be on top, so I kissed him and started to move for him. He laid down on his back and I climbed on top, but I did it backwards. I could tell that was unexpected for him as instead of a handful of breasts he got a handful of my ass. I'd only done this position (the "reverse cowboy", Mike says) a couple of times with Mike and I liked it because he always got really deep and it hit the right spots for both of us. I braced a hand on each of his legs and started to bounce my ass up and down for him stroking him from inside me. It was wonderful! He groaned loudly several times and I managed to squeak out a few moans of my own. I looked over to the chair and made out the outline of Mike who I could hear breathing hard and see jacking off. I always liked him watching me. It made me feel really sexy and desired. After a few minutes of bouncing on his dick I could feel him tense up and he said he was going to cum. That was my cue! I jumped off, turned around, put his dick in my mouth and sucked him off until he started to cum. I took my mouth off and let him cum all over my breasts while I kept stroking him off. When he was done I crawled up his body and kissed him again for a while. I felt him turn his head and look over at Mike and heard him ask: "How was that?" Mike walked over to the nightstand and turned on the light. It took me a second to adjust to the brightness. I finally saw who I had just had sex with and laughed. I was so happy it was him that I kissed him again with the lights on for about ten minutes as Mike stood there watching us: naked, sweaty, kissing, his arms around me, my legs open straddling his softening dick. Mike kept jacking off until he came too. But just because I found out who I was sleeping with that night, doesn't mean I'm telling you... I'm not that kind of girl. ;-)ENDMike and Beth would love feedback on their first submission together so feel free to email comments. |
abreeding.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/56/abreeding.txt | Dawn sat looking out at the wing of the plane as her mind drifted back several months to the first night she worked as a whore. She was well seasoned now with a lot of experience about black men.They all came to her for one thing. They wanted white pussy! Once the word got around that she was married she became very popular with the men wanting clean white pussy.She looked over at Lucy. She was asleep. Dawn remembered how she blamed her friend for getting her hooked up being a prostitute. The bills had been paid plus Dawn setup a personal account with more than on hundred thousand dollars. If Richard every found out he'd want to know where the money came from for sure. She loved her husband dearly but had to find a way in the future where she could tell him about the money. Maybe she would tell him an aunt left her the cash. He'd want to know everything. It's just the way Richard was.She crossed her legs feeling the warmth coming from her pussy. She must have fucked hours last night. She'd been seeing a guy regularly. His name was Lance. Lance worked as a body guard for rich and famous people. He was six-seven and built like a brick shithouse. Dawn practically treated him like her husband only worse. They argued all the time but Dawn never complained. There wasn't day that went by where Lance didn't call her for an appointment. She soon started seeing him outside the service until she quite working as a call girl and became Lance's personal girlfriend. She'd like to say she wasn't romantically involved with this man but she was. Lance could be a real dick at times. She called him an asshole many times for the way he treated her. Dawn couldn't explain it but there was something that attracted her to him and it wasn't his huge dick.Dawn never saw such a huge cock on a human being before she saw Lance. She remembered the first night with him and how he was so gentle with her. That soon changed once she fell for him, hook line and sinker!He talked her into quitting her job with the service. He said he'd pay her twice as much as they could. He even talked her into bringing Lucy along. He loved threesomes. It was something Dawn never imagined until the first night she shared Lance with her good friend.Dawn glanced at her watch. They'd be landing in Detroit in another hour. Dawn had a smirk on her face thinking about her husband, Richard. He'd fly into Detroit last night. He was their for a software convention. Dawn remembered the quick fuck before he had to catch his plane. An hour later she was pinned under Lance at his place with that big black cock filling her pussy. She had a smirk on her face as she remembered her cell phone ringing while Lance's muscular thighs banged into her upturned ass.She remembered how she struggled to reach the phone as Lance swayed his hips stretching her pussy. When she was finally able to reach it she had to work hard to flip it open as Lance banged her ass. It was Richard calling to tell her he loved her. She recalled how Lance tormented her by biting on her other ear as she replied to her husband. He had arched his hips in a way to make his cock slid along her clit. Her body shook trying not to cum as she spoke with her husband. Dawn recalled telling Richard how much she loved him as Lance's cock spewed its thick white potent seed. She remembered feeling how hot it felt as she kissed the phone and closed the flap ending the call.The cell phone fell down to the carpeted floor below as she circled her arms around Lance's massive black shoulders."Fuck me you stud."Lance began hammering hard into her pussy again making her cum before sending another hot load of potent African seed deep inside her fertile womb. Dawn fell asleep soon after with Lance lodged inside her pussy. They both woke an hour later and continued having wild sex well into the evening. She recalled the argument they got into when she dressed and was ready to leave."When you going to learn not to answer that fucking damn phone when we're fucking?""Damn it... Lance! That was my husband calling to tell me he loved me!""Yeah... Right... Like you need love...""Fuck you, you bastard!""Fuck you, yourself... Bitch!"Lance grabbed her purse out of her arms as she was walking out the door and reached down inside and took her birth control pills.He shook the little packet at her face saying. "We'll see how much you love him now Bitch!""Give them to me!"Dawn struggled with him for several minutes trying to wrestle them away but he quickly punched them out in the toilet as he held her back and away."Damn you Lance...You know I don't have time to refill those before tomorrow."Lance wiggled his finger at her. "Come here!""Fuck you!""I said come here... Now!""Why? Are you going to buy me another packet?"Lance got a hold of the thin material of her new dress and pulled her to him. He pressed his wide black lips to hers and gave her a wet open mouth kiss. He dropped the packet into the waste basket as he took her into his arms sending his tongue deep inside her mouth. She eagerly accepted it.Lance broke the kiss to look her in the eyes. "I'll see you in Detroit around none."He pressed his lips back onto hers as they passionately kissed.Dawn came back out of her thoughts feeling Lucy's arm bump into her shoulder as she stretched."Are we there yet?""We have about forty-five minutes yet."Lucy turned on her side and closed her eyes as Dawn thought back to last night again."Why are you leaving tonight? Why can't you just fly out with me and Lucy in the morning?""You know I got to be there tonight to make arrangements."Lance moved his arms down and slid his hands down to hers. He moved his fingers around felling for her diamond rings. They were missing."Where the fuck is your rings baby?""I took them off on my way here."Lance pulled her close again saying. "You better make sure you got them on when you get on that plane in the morning. The guys are going to want to see those on a pretty white blonde wife tomorrow night.""I don't give a fuck if they do. They're coming there to watch me get fucked! I don't see what my wedding rings have to do with anything!"Lance felt frustrated as he gripped her waist and replied. "Stop being such a bitch and just wear the damn things! You know I got the show booked as a white wife out on the prowl for a little black dick."Dawn gave him little kisses around his face. "I'm scared, baby.""What's wrong now?""My husband is staying at the same hotel this weekend.""So what...he's there for a convention or something isn't he?""Yes but you never know!"Lance kissed her passionately again holding her tight in his arms.Dawn listened as they announced to fasten seat belts. They were going to land soon. Lucy woke up and buckled her seat belt as the plane started to land. Dawn opened her purse looking inside thinking about her missing birth control packet. She just wished she had more time to call the doctor and let him know she lost them.She had an idea. She'd try to call his office and see if he can call in a prescription here in Detroit. She started to smile again as she figured it out. Lucy held her hand as the plane made a rough landing. They were soon in a taxi on the way to the hotel.ENDThank you for reading my story. This is actually based on my story called Desperate White Wives. I wanted to continue it under a different name and take it in another direction. www.karenkayonline.com |
inthenameof3.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/51/inthenameof3.txt | PART 3Several days later Jordan was approached by her aunt while walking the grounds of the mansion. "I have a shoot today. Want to watch?"Jordan replied yes quickly and excitedly. Now that she knew what her auntie did and accepted it all agreed that she could stay there at the mansion. Her auntie was very happy that she understood how things needed to be and Aly was excited that she chose to stay. Maybe even more so. Jordan asked what she would be photographing. But her auntie didn't answer her directly. "This is a very special photo shoot. You'll see for yourself. I hope you wont be upset by it. Though I think you can handle it well enough from what I hear."Jordan's face reddened and she giggled knowing that Aly must have told her about her show in the garden and her appearance at the window. The little girl voyeur. Today she wore her tight low rider jeans and a very tight skimpy cotton top without her bra. Her aunt noticed this and smiled at how relaxed the girl was becoming around the house. Also she couldn't help looking at how hot she looked. Her tight little ass and her small budding breasts easily visible through the cotton top. Her sisters little girl was quickly becoming a stunning piece of ass. They entered a part of the house that Jordan never had gone into before."This is where my studio is Jordan. It is very private and secluded. I'm shooting a very young girl who will be made love to for the very first time."She stopped short of the massive doorway leading into the studio."If for any reason you wish to leave then do so quietly. Its very important to maintain the mood within the shoot. Especially today."As they entered Jordan saw the huge studio in full with its many lights and cameras on tripods and several platforms and sets. It was like a movie set with all the bright lights glaring. By one of the sets was a young girl that looked a lot like a young Natalie Portman in her first film. Short cut dark hair and dressed in garters and a thong. She could not have been more than ten years old but made up to look older. Next to her sat an older but attractive woman fixing her hair and markup. Marla to Jordan to sit behind the lights surrounding the stage and be still. She did as her auntie asked and looked around the studio catching a glimpse of a young black man standing near a set of doors wearing only a towel around his waist. A very young girl in a maids costume was by his side her hand rubbing the front of the towel. Jordan could not look away as she saw the towels front begin to rise. She gulped nervously and quickly looked away from the erotic sight. The young girl who looked like Natalie Portman was also nervous and Jordan was listening to the conversation between the two."...you'll be fine honey. Just remember how important this is." Came the older woman."I know mom. I will be obedient. I know daddy will love to see the pictures of me.""Yes dear. So will I. I've been waiting so long for this to happen baby."Jordan was shocked. This was a mother and daughter. She brought her daughter here to fuck a young man so that her father could enjoy the pictures. She was only ten years old! Her aunt called out to all to get ready. The mother held her daughter tightly."Just do everything she says dear. I promise you'll love it."The little girl moved toward the bed on the stage and huge Victorian four poster and lay upon it. Marla moved close to her and made sure all the lights were aimed properly. Several cameras stood at the ready."Now honey I want you to lay flat on your back and raise your hands above your head...yes like so...bring your legs back...yes lovely..."Marla clicked away several shots all aimed at the girl and between her legs. The girl's tight little thong was stretched over her bare pussy barely hiding it and Marla caught several good shots showing this off."Now turn over honey and raise your ass high...beautiful...open your legs more baby. Yes."Again more shots of the small girl's tight little ass raised high and open with the thong between her asscheeks. Jordan looked back at the young black man who also watched attentively and his towel was on the floor as the young maid knelt before him her mouth filled with his large cock. Jordan's breathing was short and excited. She had never seen anything like this before and she was getting very hot just watching it. God she was so perverted sitting here like his. But she wanted to. Her body was betraying her as she became more horny by the second. The girl's mother sat closer watching every detail every move her baby made. Her eyes were nothing short of lusty filled slits as she looked upon her daughters half naked form."Now baby remove your panties and lets see how beautiful you are."The young girl did as ordered and pulled them down and off. Her little pussy was all puffy and wet. There was no doubt about how she liked what she was doing."Go to the edge of the bed baby and go on all fours, that's it, open wider honey raise your ass higher. Beautiful. So hot baby so nice and wet."Jordan listened to her aunt encourage and motivate the girl to action. Her auntie signaled the young black man forward and the girls mothers face took on an almost animal lust as she moved ever closer to watch. The young black man took his position behind the girl his cock in hand. It was sizable in length. He rubbed jelly on it and placed it at the entrance to the young girl's pussy. Marla captured all of this as she shot picture after picture. The young black man carefully if not delicately pushed forward. The girls face showed a moment of pain as his cockhead pressed past her vaginal opening. Jordan watched in rapt attention as the young man moved back and forth in slow motion letting his cock move gradually ever forward with each thrust. The girl moaned in pleasure then pain as he slid past her hymen breaking it and then going past it inch by inch. A small dribble of blood ran down her leg to the mattress below. All was seen and shot by her auntie.The mother watched with her mouth open and her tongue licking her bottom lip in pure pleasure. The young man moved in a rhythm that made his cock disappear till his balls began to slap against her tight little ass. He stopped so that Marla could snap several shots of their union then began to fuck the girl in a more steady pace. Harder and faster he fucked her his cock sliding in and out as the girl cried out in orgasm again and again. He moved higher above her his legs now beside her tiny ass his cock driving deep and down into her. The girl went crazy as she cried out in pleasure her pussy impaled by a large cock. Her wet pussy was making slurpy noises as she came again and again. Soon the young black man signaled Marla letting her know that he was about to cum. He fucked fast and hard into the young girl till he groaned loudly shooting his load deep into her cunt. The girl kept fucking backwards not wanting him to finish. But he remained still making sure she took all his cum. When he pulled out he reached out to separate the girl's vaginal lips wide. Big gobs of white thick cock cream slid out and down her thighs. The mother no longer able to hold back moved forward and began to lick the cream from the girl's pussy. Jordan sat stunned. Unable to comprehend such a display of sexual deviance. But she couldn't move as she watched in utter disbelief as the mother drove her tongue deep into the girls newly fucked pussy licking out the young mans cum. The girl cried out her mothers name over and over as she began to cum again from her mother's attention. All the while Jordan aunt caught it on film."Oh baby...god your so hot so beautiful..." came her mothers soft voice as she kissed, licked and sucked her child's sopping cunt."Your daddy is going to love you now like never before honey..." She replied as she began to nibble on the girl's clit.Jordan stood up unable to cope with all the emotional and sexual vibes in the room. Especially her own. Her aunt saw her heading for the door and quietly go out.She found the entrance to the main part of the house and ran to her room. Her mind reeled after seeing what she did. What sort of world had she gotten herself into? What life had she decided to life staying with her aunt? She lay upon her bed afraid of her own thoughts and how her body betrayed her at the photo shoot. She felt between her legs and knew what she would find. Her pussy was soaked. It had turned her on to watch the girl fuck. Like it did watching Aly make love to the dog. She was becoming like her aunt. She needed to make a decision. Should she stay or go elsewhere. But where?She heard a knock at her door and told the person to come in. It was Aly who looked worried about her. She came quickly to her side and sat near her on the bed."Are you alright Jordan?" She asked very concerned."I'm not sure. I don't know what to think Aly. So much has happened since I've been here. I've never in my life known things like this existed. And here is my aunt taking photos of them. Yet I don't know how I feel. I like seeing them and at the same time I'm repulsed by them."Aly leaned over and moved her hair from her face lovingly."You just need time Jordan. Every girl is different. Some take longer to understand their bodies. Their feelings toward sex.""But its not like I don't like sex Aly. I really do. But what type of sex am I supposed to enjoy? I'm not sure I could do what you do. Or that girl downstairs."Aly smiled at her knowing full well the girl was confused. Though she was the same age as she her life was completely different. She laid down with her and held her close and Jordan let her. Aly knew that she could become sexually involved with Jordan but wanted to let it happen for the girl slowly. Her aunt warned her not to push. To let the girl move at her own pace. With love and care she would soon come around. They stayed like this till morning. Both curled into one another sleeping. Tomorrow would be another day.To be continued...*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story ismeant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone actingout such scenarios in "real life" can look forward tomany unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 51 |
myasian.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/59/myasian.txt | This is a true story of a girl I have been dating, this beautiful Asian sexy girl, who loves to wear soft fuzzy sweaters for me and play explicit fantasy games. She's Filipina, dark, busty, and definitely gets attention. One of our more recent episodes involved a fellow member of my gym with a huge cock. I had seen him in the shower and had told her about the size of his enormous tool. I mentioned this in one of my earlier stories. From that point forward, every time she saw him at the gym, she wanted to see if she could get closer to him and talk to him and maybe touch or play with his cock. Because of her looks, she was easily able to talk with him. From the time I mentioned this to her, every time she jerked me off, she fantasized about his super-cock. It was if she could not think of him enough, always wanting to jerk me off thinking of rubbing his tool all over her favorite fuzzy angora sweaters. When she found out his name was Thomas, each time she was rubbing my cock, Id have her close her eyes and imagine that she was jerking his cock off and all she kept saying as I would tell her to rib his cock harder. "Thomas come all over my sweater! Please come all over my sweater and shoot your come on me!"I would cum in buckets because I knew she was totally thinking about him for real. We went to the gym and few times and didnt see him and she was so disappointed. We would go home and she couldnt wait to jerk me off thinking about the next time she would see him. It was so hot! Finally, on a cold Saturday morning last week, we went to the gym, and she saw him. She immediately gave me that look and I knew it was on. She knew I'd be watching her and looking at how the two of them interact. She went up to talk to him wearing this beautiful fuzzy blue angora sweater and black leggings. I could see her flirting with him and that excited me. She decided to wear the blue fuzzy angora sweater (I posted photos of her under the gallery section 9-28-08 under fuzzysweaterman at www.fetishpix.org.) because she knows how much I love her in that sweater. We had gotten high before we went over to the gym, and I know how horny she gets when she smokes pot. It's like she can't get enough and all inhibitions are gone. She especially loves to fantasize with me when shes high. She was looking so hot I had a huge hard on just watching. She found him in the gym and he immediately started talking to her and I knew she was turned by her body language and could see her trying to get a glimpse of that huge cock. She told me before hand that her plan was going to be to get him to help her work out for a bit, and flirt with him, make sure he got hard and then ask him to come to her SUV to get something she wanted to show him. I thought she may be reluctant at first, but after the pot kicking in, and being that close to him, I knew she would succumb to her fantasy which she had acted out with me so many times. I stayed a good distance away so he would not suspect anything. I saw them working out and laughing and then about 10 minutes later, saw him get really close to her and then walk out of the gym. I did not see her again for what seemed liked hours and started to get a little jealous but at the same time, had a huge hard on thinking about what she was doing. I knew she was going to go through with this. Finally, I got a call on my mobile to meet her in the parking lot. I asked her if she was OK and she said she was better than ok and would tell me all about it once she saw me. Once I saw her in the car, she looks ravaged. I asked her what happened and she said not until we get home. I drove like a maniac to get home. As we were driving, we took a hit of our joint and I asked her what she was thinking and all she could say was that she couldnt wait to tell me what happened and started rubbing my cock really hard. Her sweater was soaking wet with what looked like a bucket of cum. She made me wait until we got in bed, smoked a joint and she proceeded to tell me about her experience. She started rubbing my cock and asked me if I was turned on thinking about her with him and I said unbelievably! She said would it turn me on if she told me she had jerked him off all over her sweater and fucked him and I said I think I would come in gushes! Well then she said, here it goes. We got back to the car and he pushed up against me. He knew I was staring at his cock in the gym because he told me that he had seen me staring at it in the gym before. He said he couldnt stop thinking about me and how he wanted to fuck me. He immediately started kissing me and I could feel his huge cock thru his sweatpants. I put my hand down there to feel it and felt an electric shock go thru my body. I was mesmerized touching it. I rubbed his cock thru his sweatpants until I couldn't take it anymore, than pulled it out and started rubbing it all over my soft sweater which he loved. I told him I wanted him to cum all over my fuzzy sweater but first he had to fuck me with this thing! I just had to have it in me and being so wet thinking about him, we climbed in the back of my truck and he took out his massive cock and started slipping it inside me. God, it was the most amazing thing I ever felt. She was rubbing my cock harder as she was telling me this and her eyes were closed. I asked her if she were picturing it now and she said YES!!! I asked her if she were turned on and she took my hand and put it on her pussy which was soaked and said oh my god yes. I can't stop thinking about it. She said he fucked her for about a half an hour and then she begged him to pull it out and jerk off all over her sweater which is a major fantasy of ours and that's exactly what he did. She told me the carpet in the truck was soaked because she had come so much while he fucked her. Just as he was going to come, he pulled it out and straddled her chest and shot the biggest wad of come all over her blue fuzzy sweater. I noticed that her sweater was still wet all over her chest. She was rubbing my cock and touching her wet sweater feeling his come and as she was telling me this, I told her that I was about to come. I asked her if she was thinking about this as she was rubbing my cock and all she could say was, "YES! Yes! YESSS!"I told her to keep her eyes closed and imagine his huge cock cumming all over her and all she could say was, "Oh my god!"I asked her his name and she said Thomas. I told her to tell Thomas to cum all over her as she rubbed my cock. She kept repeating this, "Thomas cum all over my fuzzy sweater! Thomas cum all over my fuzzy sweater!" as she rubbed my cock. "I love your big cock and want you to come on all my fuzzy sweater!" She was pumping my cock up and down all the while.I moaned that I was about to cum and she said, "Thomas cum on me! Cum on me again!"I knew she was smitten and boy did I shoot my cum, all over her. When she finally caught her breathe, she told me she can't wait to see him again and next time she's going to wear either the black or grey fuzzy sweater in those pictures so he can cum all over one of those sweaters. Now, each time we have sex, I ask her what she's thinking about and as if I didn't already know, she says, Thomas and that huge cock cumming all over my sweater and fucking my pussy."I can't wait to go to the gym again.END |
degradation.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/42/degradation.txt | Ron was working at his brother's adult video store. It didn't pay much, but, he figured the fringe benefits would more than make up for the money. He had been watching the white wimps reading the interracial books and renting the same kind of movies. It must really make them jealous to see all those big, black cocks, stretching those little white pussies. He was thinking they probably go to sleep dreaming they have the 10 inch cock, instead of the black dude.Ron was 28, never been married, and liked it that way. He was only 5' 7", and weighed 170. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He was good looking, but not someone to die for. His big assets were his ready smile, easy going manner, and a cock that could stretch any white pussy in the city.This one guy had been coming in once or twice a week, for about a month. He was hooked on black dudes fucking a white wife in front of their husband. There was nothing special about him. He wasn't the athletic type. Nor, was he especially handsome. Just a white wimp with his fantasies. He was about the same age as Ron, and he wore a wedding band. Ron was getting impatient, and decided to feel this dude out."Hey man, you find what you like? Can I help you with anything? I know where every movie of any subject is located."The guy turned beet red before answering. "No, thanks. These will be alright.""Okay, but remember, I'm here to help keep our customers satisfied.""Thanks again.""My name is Ron. My brother owns this place and I'm helping him out until something better comes along." Ron gave him that prize winning smile, that could put Whistler's mother at ease. Ron picked up the two movies and looked at the titles. "I see you are interested in our interracial selection. You would be surprised how many are curious about black and white sex."The guy turned red again, before stammering, "You mean a lot of guys rent this kind of movie? I thought something was wrong with me. Everyone I know would think I was a sick pervert. I thought black guys rented them.""No, no, black guys make them. White guys rent them. There's nothing unusual about how you feel. Thousands of husbands have this fantasy of watching their wife being fucked by a big-dicked black man. A few of the lucky ones actually get to live out their fantasy. It takes a strong, loving marriage to survive the experience.""Why? She wouldn't love him, just have sex."" Haven't you seen the size of those black cocks? How many white men have a cock that size? Haven't you heard the expression, once you go black, you never go back? That's because many women are never satisfied with their small dicked husband, after experiencing a long, black cock, all the way up in their stomach.""It's just a fantasy, and will never happen anyway. My wife would kill or divorce me, if I even brought the subject up.""Does she know you are watching these movies?""God, no. She goes to community college three nights a week. I watch them while she's at school.""Well, it's time I was closing up. You're the only customer I've had in the last hour. You want to stop around the corner and have a cup of coffee?" Ron wanted to see a picture of this guy's wife. If she wasn't a complete dog, he was going to fuck her and make her a slut for black cock.Relaxing over a coffee and feeling more at ease sitting in a booth, Paul exclaimed, "I didn't even tell you my name. It's Paul."Grinning again, Ron said, "Pleased to meet you Paul. If I'm not being too personal, could I see a picture of your wife?""Sure," Paul said, while reaching for his wallet. "Her name is Peggy, but, everyone calls her Peg."Ron was amazed that the beautiful brunette in the picture was married to a nothing like Paul. What the Hell! She must see something I don't. Maybe he does have a donkey dick. One thing for certain, it would be pure pleasure to fuck her pretty head off. "You have a very beautiful wife. You are a lucky man. With this kind of wife, why would you have a fantasy of another man fucking her? Why would you take the chance of losing her?""I don't know. Even in high school, and later in college, whenever I had a girl friend, I had the same fantasy. I wanted to watch them be fucked by someone else. It never happened, but, I was always thinking it. We have been married two years. She was twenty-two when we married and had never been with a man before. The first year, I suppressed my feelings, but now, they are stronger than ever. I watch the movies and masturbate so often, I can't get it up to satisfy her."Just out of curiosity, how big is your dick?"Paul got red, and quietly said, "almost six inches.""Almost?""Well, actually five.""Five inches satisfied her?""I told you, she had never been with another man. I guess she was satisfied. She never said she wasn't. Maybe, when you are in love, any kind of sex is satisfying. We love and respect each other very much. She is going to night school, so she will have a better chance in the work market. We want to start a family in another three or four years.""I'll tell you now, Paul, if you don't get this fantasy out of your head, you won't be married in another three or four years. If you've had it since high school, you are not going to get rid of it, unless you get to live it. What you need is a black man that understands your problem, and is willing to help you out. You need a stranger, and one that is clean and free of disease. Also, you need a man that has the equipment to completely satisfy your fantasy forever. You want someone that will exit after the fulfillment of your fantasy, never to be seen again.""How in God's name could I ever find someone like that? Even if, by some miracle, I did find someone, how could I ever get Peg to go along with it?""What if I told you that I am willing to be the one to help you? You seem to be a nice guy and you have a problem. You have my word that after you watch me fuck her, I will leave her life forever.""You? But, we don't even know each other. You sound as if there is no problem getting between her legs. I told you she has never been with another man, and I don't believe she would let another man fuck her. Especially, a black man. This is my fantasy, not hers.""I'll tell you what. If I can't fuck her within a week, you can have all the movies you want for the next year. Do you have more than one bedroom in your home?""Yes, we have three. In a few years, we planned on needing them. What does that have to do with anything?""What if your best friend from college just happened to be in town and needed a place to stay for a week? You did have friends in college, didn't you? You said 'especially, a black man,' is she prejudiced?""Yes, I had good friends, but I have never talked about them. It's a sore spot about me going to college and her not. No, I don't think she is prejudiced. We have never discussed it. When am I supposed to break the news to her about your visit? What if she says, No?""Thanksgiving is coming up. Does she get off extra time for the holiday?""Yes, there's no school that week.""Okay. That's a week away. That gives you time to sweeten her up and get her to agree to having an old college chum come calling. That will give us time to become better friends and get to know a little about each other's past. To be on the safe side, don't mention my race. Let it be a surprise when she opens the door. Oh, something else. Have you and her ever smoked pot?""Pot? We tried it a couple of times. All it did was make us giggle and get the munchies. It was kind of fun, but too expensive to become a habit." Why? You going to get her high on pot?""Why not? A good joint and a bottle of wine will make her so high, she'll be out of her mind. We will work out the details during the next week. Another thing, if I fuck her the first or second day, you have to let me stay the whole week and fuck her as often as I like. Agree?""Since I don't believe you will be able to fuck her the first time, I agree.""Come by the store tomorrow, and we can go over more details. Here's my cell number. What's yours? I have to call and get invited to visit. Remember? Does your phone take and send photos?""No.""I'll give you one tomorrow. I want you to take half a dozen photos of Peg without her knowledge. I need side views, not full frontal. Preferably, close ups, but if not, I can edit them. Think you can do that?""I guess so. This is getting complicated. Are you sure this is going to work? I have this obsessive fantasy, but, I'm still happily married and I want to stay that way.""Leave everything to me. It'll work like a charm. Once I'm in your home, I'll handle everything." Ron was thinking, you naive fool. You have no idea how well it will work. Your stupid white boy fantasy is going to destroy this happy marriage. Better yet, it's going to put a black baby in her innocent belly. Then, you can look at the results of your fantasy for the rest of your life.After that evening, everything worked like a good Swiss watch. Paul got Ron the photos he needed. Peg, surprisingly, agreed to having an old friend of her husband's spend a week in their home. Paul explained about Ron being a party animal, and since they had no social life, she believed this might be the chance to get their marriage back on track. Paul had seemed to be distant and inattentive lately. If Ron was a party animal, maybe, they could all go to a nightclub and dancing. It had been ages since she had been dancing. If she danced with Ron, would Paul get jealous? What a wicked thought! But, Paul had never seen her in another man's arms. Maybe, she would make him jealous on purpose. It would serve him right for all the nights he turned his back and went to sleep. This mood set the stage for the Saturday morning Ron knocks on the door!Before Ron had to go to work for his brother, he had worked for an escort service and as a part time male model. He had been fired for going too far with a client, and she reported him. Modeling jobs were few and far between right now. He did have a thirty minute DVD of his prowess with white bitches. This film was his resume, so to speak. Now, he was going to use it to break down the barriers in the mind of Peg. He had taken the six photos of Peg and duplicated each one twenty times on his computer. He downloaded the DVD and with his software pushed the edit button. Now, he could drag and paste the one hundred and twenty images onto the DVD, anywhere he wished. The short film had him getting a blow job, eating pussy, and feeding his cock into white pussy. It took him all afternoon to drag all the images throughout the film. Some people doubt that subliminal suggestion works, but Ron knew it did. Watching the film, her picture couldn't be seen, but, it would register on her mind. He had her face next to his dick. Her face was there when he was shooting his cum into the other woman's mouth. Same thing when he was devouring her pussy, and fucking her out of her mind. All he had to do was make sure she got to see the movie."See who's at the door, will you hon?" Paul said, since he was still shaving. Peg answered the door, wearing shorts and a halter top. Weekends were lazy days. She saw a neatly dressed black man, about three inches taller than herself. He had a winning smile on his face and was holding a suitcase. She thought he was some kind of salesman. Nobody smiled like that, unless he wanted something."Yes, can I help you?""Hi. You must be Peg. I'm Ron. I hope Paul told you I was coming.""Ron? But, you're not supposed to be here until tomorrow.""I caught an earlier flight. I'm sorry if I have caused a problem.""No. No problem, but, we're not dressed for company." Especially, black company, Peg was thinking. I'm going to kill Paul as soon as I get him alone, she fumed. "Well, come on in, such as it is. Paul will be down in a minute. He's still shaving. Just set your suitcase down and come into the kitchen. Coffee is hot and I was ready to have a cup.""That sounds great, and again I am sorry for surprising you like this. I'll take you and Paul out to dinner to help make up for it." Ron said, smiling again.When Paul came in, he was more surprised than Peg. But Ron, being a good conversationalist, had everyone at ease. You couldn't be in the escort business without knowing a little about everything. Peg and Paul were laughing and enjoying themselves. Peg had noticed that every time she looked at Ron, he seemed to be memorizing every inch of her body that he could see.After awhile, Paul said, "Let's get you settled into your room, and then how about you and I going to the driving range and hitting a bucket of balls. We can catch up on old times.""Good." said Peg, "That will give me a chance to straighten up this house.""The bedroom downstairs is being used for a computer room, so you'll have to sleep upstairs, across the hallway from our room." Paul apologized. "Don't worry, we won't disturb your sleep."Ron unpacked haphazardly, but made sure he left a large manila envelope laying in plain sight on the dresser. He had written, 'My Photos" on the front. Peg had pretty much cleaned the downstairs and decided to check the upstairs. She made their bed and walked across the hall, to see if Ron's room needed anything. The first thing she saw, was the envelope. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it was not going to kill her to see what kind of photos were in that envelope. Pulling out the pictures and seeing the first one, almost did kill her. There was a naked Ron, with a huge, half turgid cock, hanging between his legs. She was so shocked, she dropped the pictures. Picking them up, she couldn't help seeing the others. His dick was erect, and sticking straight out like a baseball bat. Another, had a blonde on her knees, kissing the head. Each, was more explicit that the last. Masturbating, crammed inside a white pussy, dripping cum into a woman's mouth. There must have been a dozen photos of the most disgusting acts imaginable. What kind of animal had they let into their house? Why did he carry such pictures? What kind of person would leave them laying around for anyone to see?After Peg had calmed down, she had to admit she had no business looking at them. If he carried those, what kind of work did he do? The more she thought about it, the less disgusting it was. She was actually excited and became wet between her legs. What would it be like to touch or kiss a dick that big? Would a woman really enjoy having her pussy stretched by such a monster? Could she take all of it inside her small pussy? What was she thinking? No way was she going to have that inside her! She had to get her thoughts in order and calm down!When Paul and Ron returned, Ron knew from her attitude that she had seen the photos. She was still polite and joined the conversation, but now, he caught her looking at him.Finally, Peg could keep it back no longer, so she asked, "Ron, Paul has never said what kind of work you do.""Oh, I thought you knew. I'm a male model, and when I can find it, an actor in adult films. I've never been very ambitious, but I believe in doing something I enjoy. I have some pictures and a film that I carry to show prospective employers. My resume, if you wish to call it that. I earn pretty good money, but I'm not rich. I have clients all over the country, who call and want my private services. I could never find a more enjoyable and exciting line of employment."Paul's mouth had dropped open, but he never said a word. Peg was now the curious one, and she had to know what he did. "Are you saying women pay you for your private services?""Yes, of course, and very well, I might add." Ron said. "Let's drop the subject about my life, and go have a good dinner. You pick the place and I'll pick up the tab."After a very good dinner, they were finishing a bottle of chilled wine. The band was playing soft music and a few couples were dancing. Paul and Peg were not drinkers, and both were slightly dizzy. Ron asked, "Paul, do you mind, if I ask your beautiful wife for a dance?""Go ahead and ask. I'm going to sit here and relax."When Ron asked, Peg was undecided whether to say yes or no. But, she thought, why not? It's just a dance and it's been so long since I've been on a dance floor. She said, "Sure, but I'm a little rusty. You may have to guide me."Moving onto the floor, Ron held her in a close embrace. Immediately, she could feel his bulge pressing just above her pubic mound. She could swear she felt it moving. She halfheartedly tried pulling away, but he just held her more tightly. He wasn't doing anything inappropriately, so she couldn't walk off the floor. She relaxed and went with the flow of the music. When the song ended and before they could leave the floor, another began. They continued dancing, but now, he was lifting her to her tiptoes. In this position, his semi-hard cock was rubbing against her clitoris. Everything looked normal to other people, but she was getting excited and very wet between her legs. The song ended and he led her back to the table. She was kind of wobbly, but he had a firm grip on her arm."Thank you very much for the dance. You are a wonderful dancer and light on your feet." Said Ron.Peg calmed down, and thought of how foolish she must be. Why should she get excited dancing with another man than her husband? Was it because Paul hadn't been paying attention to her lately? Was it the atmosphere and wine she had drunk? Was it because Ron was so good-looking and so sure of himself? Was it because he was black and hung like a horse? Whatever the reason, she was a happily married woman and would always be true to her husband. Suddenly, she wanted to go home, where it was safe and secure. "What say we go home. I'm feeling tired." Peg said.On the way home, they stopped and Ron picked up a bottle of brandy. Sitting in the living room, drinking coffee with a dash of brandy added, everyone was very relaxed. Paul was feeling the alcohol, or he would never have said, "Why don't we watch your resume film?"Peg almost agreed to watch it with them, but better sense prevailed. What kind of woman would she be to watch a sex film in mixed company? She decided to retire to the kitchen and straighten up, then take a shower while the film was showing. Paul loaded and started the movie. The very first scene was of a naked Ron laying on his back, while a beautiful brunette was kissing and licking his cock. Paul let out with a loud, "WOW." Peg heard Paul and couldn't help herself. She had to see what they were watching. She tiptoed to the kitchen door and peeked around the corner. She was caught! She couldn't have stopped herself watching for all the money in the world. Ron had positioned himself, so he could see the kitchen door without turning his head. He saw Peg immediately, and set back satisfied. Now, she was his. She could say no, protest, or deny, but she was his! Paul watched the film without saying another word. He had seen a horse's cock one time. Long and black like this one. Except, this one had a smaller head before the massive shaft. He supposed the smaller head made entry easier. He was speechless! In his mind's eye, he kept seeing Peg, sucking and fucking Ron. It was Peg he saw screaming out her climax, again and again. He had never heard of subliminal suggestion. He thought his fantasy was a hundred times more vivid. Now, he understood why very few marriages survived after the wife was truly blacked. What could his paltry white dick do for her? All the books and movies had been strangers, but now, there was a black man sitting next to him that was going to fuck his wife. He now had no doubt that Ron could fuck her. Even though, he knew he might lose her, he was still excited and had a raging hard on. Paul cum in his pants, without ever touching himself.Peg, on the other hand, couldn't understand what had happened to her. She kept seeing herself with Ron, licking and kissing the biggest cock she could imagine. She knew it was just imagination, but it was her being fucked over and over, until she was screaming for him to stop. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. Deep down in her soul, she knew he was going to fuck her with that monster. She must stop watching! She forced herself away from the door and upstairs to the shower. Running water over her body, her fingers crept to her wet pussy. All it took was a touch, and she had an orgasm. She needed another drink!When she came downstairs, Ron and Paul were sipping brandy, minus the coffee. She poured herself one and they made idle chatter for a while. Ron carried the conversation, without ever mentioning the movie. He knew they each had their own thoughts, and were trying to sort them out. They were, also, drinking more than they ever had. Paul wasn't too drunk, but tipsy. Peg was out of it, and needed help getting up the stairs to bed. Ron figured now was a good time to begin breaking Peg in to black sex. Tonight, he wouldn't fuck her in the normal sense of the word. He was going to tongue fuck her. Even drunk, his long tongue would drive her crazy.Helping Paul get her onto the bed, she lay there half conscious. Paul thought Ron was going to leave the room, but the fun had just started. Ron said, "Let me help you undress her. She's drunk and will never know what happened. After she's naked, you suck her breasts and kiss her. In the meantime, I will be eating her sweet pussy."Paul was stunned. Everything was happening too fast. This wasn't part of his fantasy. "But, she's drunk. I don't want to take advantage of her when she is helpless.""She may be helpless, but that won't lessen the feeling she will receive from my tongue." Ron whispered. Paul was useless, trying to unbutton Peg's blouse. Ron took over and had the blouse and bra removed in a flash. He had to stop and taste those delicious tits. Peg groaned, as he sucked one, then the other. He couldn't wait any longer to taste her pussy. He unzipped her skirt, and pulled undergarments and skirt down her legs and off together. The hood of her clitoris could be seen through her neatly trimmed bush. The lips of her pussy were a healthy pink, and just begging to be kissed."Okay, when I begin tongue fucking her, you cover her mouth with kisses. She's going to groan and thrash around. We don't want her to come completely out of it. As long as you are holding and kissing her, she will think she is dreaming." Saying this, Ron swooped on her pussy like a hawk diving onto a chicken. He gave her lips a couple of licks, then opened them with his fingers. He gently probed with his tongue as far as he could reach. Ron had a tongue that could lick the tip of his nose. He tongue fucked her a few minutes and then licked her erect clit. After that, he would change off, thrust, lick, thrust, lick. Her juices were beginning to flow and she was groaning into Paul's mouth. Ron had his mouth tightly over her pussy, and his upper lip and nose were rubbing her clit. His tongue was as long as Paul's measly dick. Peg was going wild! She was bucking against his tongue, trying to get more. She was practically sucking Paul's tongue down her throat. All of a sudden, she stiffened, and then began shuddering. She screamed into Paul's mouth and went limp. Immediately, Ron was out of his pants, and had his giant black cock in his hand. He moved up between her legs on his knees, and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy."Wait a minute, you can't fuck her now!" Paul hissed."I'm not going to fuck her, but I'm going to get my rocks off. You just watch and learn." Ron placed the head of his cock just inside the lips of her open pussy, and began masturbating. It only took about five minutes before he was ready to shoot a gallon of cum. He shot three big gobs into her open hole and squeezed it off. "Now, let's change places. You lick her pussy while I finish cumming in her mouth. Now, Do It Now!" Ron growled.In the meantime, Peg had come around and was making small purring sounds in her throat. Paul reluctantly put his mouth on her pussy and began licking. His mouth was filled with thick, slimy, cum. He had no choice, but to swallow. After a few licks, he decided it wasn't so bad and began licking with a vengeance.Ron was still squeezing his cock, as he rubbed it over her lips. He took her chin and parted her lips enough to get the head of his cock between them. He released his dick and jet after jet of cum shot into the back of her mouth and down her throat. Like Paul, she had no choice, but to swallow. Peg was swallowing by reflex, whereas, Paul knew what he did. Ron wiped is cock on her lips, stood up, and said, "Goodnight. Tomorrow, I fuck her and I fuck her every day for the rest of the week. I'll tell you how tomorrow."When Ron had closed the door, Paul was so horny, he was ready to cum in his pants. Getting undressed, he crawled on top of Peg and stuck in his dick up to the hilt. She was loose from Ron's tongue. What would it be like after his giant cock stretched her? A few strokes and he was ready to cum again. As he was cumming, he looked into her eyes, and they were open! She had a dreamy look in her eyes, and a smile on her wet lips."Were you eating my pussy before?""Yes, why do you ask?" "I had the strangest dream. I dreamed you were kissing me and eating me at the same time. Do you have a tongue on each end?" She jokingly said. "Whatever you did, I have never felt so satisfied in my life. Goodnight, my loving husband...." Peg was up before Paul and Ron. She had showered and brushed her teeth. She seemed to have a funny taste in her mouth and throat, kind of bitter. Memories of her dream wouldn't seem to come to the front of her mind. She seemed to remember sucking and swallowing sperm from a dick. A dream didn't come with taste, did it? No more alcohol for her! A drunk can't even remember their dreams!Ron woke up and heard Peg rattling around downstairs. He walked across the hall and shook Paul awake. "Listen." He said. "In a couple of hours, I'll go to the bathroom and dial your cell. You pretend it's your boss, wanting you to come in for a couple of hours. I'll see to it that Peg is in the front of the house. You park around the block and sneak back upstairs. Before you come downstairs, make sure you have an area in the closet cleaned for you to stand. Maybe, put in a chair, so you can sit. When you sneak back in, leave the door open, so you have a clear line of sight to the bed. Whatever you do, don't make any noise, or your marriage is over. "You've only been here twenty-four hours, and already you think you can fuck her. What has happened? A week ago, it was nothing but a fantasy, and now, my wife is going to fuck another man. She has never been unfaithful to me. Everything has happened so fast, too fast! Maybe, we should call the whole thing off. Maybe, my fantasy is going to cost me too much.""You're not going to back out now. Mention it again, and I will go tell Peg right now about the complete plan. What do you think she will do when she finds out her husband is a pervert, watching sex movies every time she goes to school?" Worst of all, planning to watch another man fuck her, and don't forget, you already let me eat her pussy. Think she will forgive you?""Okay, okay. I'll do what you say. It just seems as if I have no control over anything. I didn't think it would be this way, that's all.""I'm going to shower, then go downstairs and join Peg. Get the closet ready and come on down when you've got your feelings under control. Relax, for God's sake. This is what you have always dreamed about."Peg was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee. She was looking at the calendar on the wall, thinking of Paul not using a condom last night, and when she would be ovulating. He shouldn't have cum in her at this time of the month. Her period was like clockwork, and she would be unsafe in the next day or two. Only thing is, a male's sperm was alive and potent for twenty-four to forty-eight hours. He knew he was supposed to always use a condom. They couldn't afford to start a family right now. Her musings were interrupted by Ron walking into the room. He was shirtless, and wearing a pair of loose pajamas. His muscular chest was covered in tiny swirls of kinky, black hair. Now, there's a sexy looking sight, she was thinking. Paul never had any hair on his chest, and it was certainly not muscular. She almost smiled at the thought. "Pour yourself a cup of coffee. Is Paul awake and stirring yet? I'm afraid I'm not used to drinking so much. My head is pounding and my stomach is upset.""Paul's awake and was attempting to get out of bed. I think he has a hangover to go with yours. Here, let me massage your temples. That works wonders with a headache." Putting action to words, he moved behind her and began gently massaging her temples, and the sides of her head.Peg relaxed and enjoyed the feel of his strong fingers. Her head did feel much better. She could almost go to sleep. She came wide awake, and moved her head away when she heard Paul coming downstairs. When Ron sat in his chair, she could swear there was a bulge in is pajamas. Fleetingly, she wondered what it would feel like to hold in her tiny hands. After seeing pictures and the movie, she knew one hand would not go around it! What was she thinking? Was she going crazy? Once the thought had entered her mind, she could see herself kissing it. God forbid, she could see him cramming his cock up her tight pussy! Just then, Paul walked into the room. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and excused herself, saying, "It's my turn to shower, and I'm going back to bed. I got up too blasted early."Ron told Paul. "Hurry up and finish your coffee. This is a perfect opportunity, and we're going to take advantage of it. When I hear her go into the bedroom, I'll go up and explain about you having to leave. You just be in that closet and stay quiet. Your fantasy is finally coming true."Peg left the shower with only a towel wrapped around her hot body. She had no more than covered herself with a sheet, when there was a peck on the door. Before she could say anything, the door opened and Ron walked in. Without saying a word, he strolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. She had to scoot over to make room for him."What are you doing coming into my room? Where's Paul? "That's what I came to tell you. Paul got a call from his boss and had to go to the office. Something about a mistake on a presentation his boss is making in the morning. His boss couldn't make heads or tails out of his records, and needed Paul to come straighten it out. Paul said to tell you he was sorry, but, he would be back in a couple of hours.""That's all well and good, but what are you doing on my bed? Couldn't you have told me that from the doorway?""I thought you might need your temples massaged again, or even, a full body massage. I'm very good, you know.""I'm sorry for being suspicious, but this is all strange to me. Paul is the only one that has ever been in my bedroom. My head does still hurt and you did wonders with your fingers. I'll just close my eyes and relax. If I dose off, let yourself out. Quietly! I want to sleep until Paul returns."Ron's fingers felt so good, gently rubbing each side of her head. She was beginning to drift off, when she felt his lips brushing first one eye, then the other. It felt so good, she decided not to say anything. Then, his tongue was tracing the outline of her lips. Her mouth wasn't completely closed, and the tip of his tongue would gently enter her mouth, then withdraw after a few seconds. She found herself waiting for his tongue to reenter, and began kissing him back. She was so relaxed, and his tongue was very gentle. It still hadn't entered her mind that she was kissing a man other than her husband. He kissed her chin, then her throat. It felt so loving and romantic, but she was going to have to stop him. Soon, but, not yet. It felt too good! While her mind was wandering, he had removed the cover, and was licking first one breast and then sucking on the other. What had happened? This wasn't right! He can't be sucking my breasts! I'm a married woman!"Stop! Stop this instant! Get out of my room! This isn't right. This has gone far enough. I would never be unfaithful to my husband.""We're not doing anything wrong. I'm only relaxing you and giving you a tongue massage. How could receiving a massage be unfaithful? I'm your friend. I would never do anything to hurt you or Paul." Your headache is gone, and soon your body will be free of tension or pain."Well, I guess it's okay. I know you're our friend and wouldn't hurt me, or Paul."Ron began kissing her again, and his hand was kneading her breasts. This time when he moved his mouth to her breasts, she never said anything. It did feel so good and relaxing, but, she was getting wet between her legs. Was it natural to get wet during a massage? He was taking his time, sucking each of her firm breasts. His hand was rubbing circles on her stomach. The hand kept going lower and lower, until it was on the inside of her thighs. She slightly spread her legs, and his fingers would gently rub her pussy lips as they were moving from one side of her thighs to the other. Peg's eyes were tightly closed and she was seeing the film running over and over in her mind. She was getting hotter and hotter. Her juices were flowing freely now. His mouth had moved from her breasts to her stomach. One hand was pinching her nipples, and the other was now covering her pussy mound. Ron turned his body, so he could get between her legs and gain full access to her pussy. It seemed to be so natural to spread her legs and let Ron wedge his body between them. She moaned when she felt his tongue flick her clitoris.Ron knew he had her! She was his to do with as he pleased. Licking her pussy, he looked toward the closet. He could see Paul pounding his pitiful dick. Ron eased his pajamas down and kicked them off. He had tongue fucked her last night. This morning, he was following the script of the movie. He was teasing and driving her out of her mind. He would lick and nibble on her clit a few more minutes, then move back up where she could feel his raging cock. This was exactly what he had done with the brunette in the film. He knew Peg was reliving each moment, and couldn't separate fact from fiction.Paul watching, was horror stricken with remorse and guilt. At the same time, he had never seen or experienced anything so sexually arousing in his life. Feeling guilty didn't prevent him from masturbating like crazy. His dick was limp and lifeless, and she hadn't been fucked yet! The fantasy he had desired all his life, was about to become fact. He had seen the movie too, and he knew what was coming next. This would be the climax of all his dreams and desires. Could he handle it, or would it change him forever? He was already a creampie eater. What was the next step into perversion? He knew his guilt would disappear when Peg was screaming out her climax. He would take whatever followed, as it came.Peg was squirming and humping her pussy onto his mouth. He stopped licking and moved up her body. He began kissing her, and she was sucking her juices off his tongue. He took her hand and placed it on his rock hard cock.Peg was going crazy with lust! She had to be satisfied! She had never been this hot in her young life. When Ron put her hand on his giant cock, she instinctively knew what she was touching. It was big enough to have been his wrist, but she knew better. His cock was so hard, yet soft. A moment of lucidity came to her. This wasn't getting fucked in a film. This was real! This was happening to her, and happening right now!"NO! You Can't Do This! I'm Married! I can never be unfaithful to my husband. We have to stop and stop now!" Strangely, she never moved her hand, or, tried to get away."Shhhhh. It's okay. Everything is going to be all right. Think of the film. Remember what we do next? I fucked you in the movie. Remember? Think of what you saw, and how many times you climaxed. Remember the pleasure. Let your mind relax. Let yourself go. Give yourself to me, just like you did in the film." He was whispering in her ear. At the same time, his fingers were tracing circles on her sensitive clit.Peg relaxed again, feeling the pleasure from her pussy, and thinking of the next scene. Her mind and body were in a turmoil of mixed feelings, and what was real or unreal. In the meantime, she was squeezing and releasing his dick. It throbbed, as if, it had a life of it's own. She held on, while Ron moved over and between her legs. Spreading her legs, seemed the natural thing to do.His cock was at the entrance to her tiny pussy. "Take both your hands and spread your pussy lips."Without a word, Peg complied. At the moment, she would have done anything, if it meant putting out the raging fire that was consuming her body. With that, he lined up the head of his dick against the fleecy exterior of Peg's beautiful cunt. Thanks to the overflowing liquids in her vagina, he was able to get the head in. Then, with slow, easy strokes, he gradually went in an inch at a time.At first, Peg panicked, as she felt herself being stretched beyond imagination. But her cunt quickly accustomed itself to a stimulation she had never known. But what she was experiencing now was bringing her into a new world. Pleasure nerves she never knew existed were being stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the first time. Only a couple of strokes after Ron inserted the head of his cock, when only about four inches were in, Peg experienced an orgasm far more intense than anything she had ever known. But Ron was going deeper.With each thrust, more of Ron's enormous shaft disappeared beneath the dark curls that marked the portal to Peg's love channel. Then Ron would pull out almost to the limit, and then slowly plunge back in, descending another inch. Seven inches! Eight inches! Nine! She had never dreamed of being penetrated this deeply, she had no idea of the pleasure centers inside her that had never before been plumbed. Now these pleasure nerves were all going off, and Peg thought she was losing her sanity. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, each one bigger than before.Finally, one more plunge, and Ron's hot iron dick was fully lodged inside Peg's stretched vagina. At ten inches, Ron had felt his tip touch her cervix. The next several strokes had stretched it back. Finally, he had penetrated the last barrier. His shaft filled her love canal to its stretched out capacity. The head of his cock was in her womb itself. Now he began fucking Peg in earnest. Her orgasms continued to build, each one coming on the heels of the one before with greater and greater intensity. This went on for ten, fifteen, twenty minutesAnd by now, her orgasms were so intense and coming so close together that they had run into each other. She was in a continuous state of orgasm, electricity running at unimaginable voltage through her frame. She thought she would die, she had no control of herself. Perhaps without realizing it, she was moaning, "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me! Take me! Fill me with your cum! I can't stand it, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!"Peg may not have known she was saying these words, non-stop. But Ron heard, and relished every word. Ron felt his climax coming on. He thrust faster and harder, and brought Peg to an even higher pitch. She was screaming now.Then the moment came. Ron's mammoth engine began bucking with incredible force. Peg's pelvis was whipped violently around by the first bursts. Then she felt the red-hot sperm, fired directly into her womb. Ron and Peg held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each overcome by the force of what they were feeling. As they descended, Peg was in a new state. After the fierceness of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and contentment that she had never known. She held tightly to Ron.He had stolen her dignity, trampled on her most deeply felt moral beliefs. And it didn't matter. She would do absolutely anything for him. No love for her husband, no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self meant a thing compared to his black cock. She would do anything for it, and for what it could do to her.When Ron finally pulled out, his penis was "shrunken" to its soft state and Peg held the slimy shaft in her small hand. Her fingers could reach around it now."That was the most incredible fuck I have ever had, and I can hardly wait for an encore." Ron said."Anytime you want me, I am yours. But, right now, could I please sleep for a couple of hours? I feel like I could sleep for a week!" Peg replied.Ron slowly set up and reached for his pjs. "I'm going to shower and go downstairs till Paul gets home. I think we have some serious issues to discuss.""No. Please don't say anything. Let me tell him what happened, later. He, also, needs to know what is going to happen in the future. For now, he's my husband, and it should come from me." Peg scooted over to the other side of the bed, trying to get out of the puddle of cum under her ass. Even as she moved, more was wetting the bed. "Before you shower, bring me a towel, will you?"Bringing the towel, Peg was already asleep. Ron went to the closet and motioned for Paul to follow him out of the room.Paul didn't know how he felt. He had just witnessed the most erotic sight of his life. Why was the reality so unlike his fantasy? He had wanted this for as long as he could remember, but now it had happened, and he felt let down. He knew his dick wasn't up to par with other men. But, his fantasy didn't have her having multiple orgasms and loving it. Did she have to enjoy it so much? Was she now a slut for black cock? After this, could he ever make love to her? Would she even want him to? So many questions, and no answers. Maybe, Ron could tell him what to do. A small voice in the back of his mind, seemed to say, 'Ron is the one that got you into this mess'. The voice faded away before he could catch the thought."Tell me. What happens now? What do I do? How do I face her, knowing what I do? How can I keep the knowledge out of my voice and off my face?""You've been at work. Remember? You know nothing, nor, suspect anything. This is Sunday, and we are going out for dinner. Relax. Be yourself for a few hours. If she finds out you set this up, you've lost her.""I've lost her anyway!""Not yet, you haven't. Peg is not the kind of person to be unfaithful and not tell you about it. Wait and see. She will tell you everything this evening. When she does, be unbelieving, then hurt and outraged. That's when I offer a solution to your problems. Since we all know she is going to let me fuck her again, I will suggest you join us. With a little persuasion, she will agree.""Join you? She doesn't want me, when she has your huge cock stuck up her pussy!""You could watch, without hiding in the closet. You could suck me, while I'm eating her pussy. You could lick my cum from her pussy, after she has been well and truly fucked. You could clean my cock after I have planted my seed in her belly. See? There are many things you can do. She might even give you a blow job while we are fucking.""You're crazy! You're making me a cuckold!""I'm not making you anything. You're already a cuckold, and if you want to stay married, you'll learn to love and accept it. I'm going to fuck her again this evening. If you want to be part of it, agree to my suggestion. If not, you can sit down here and watch television. No more peeking from the closet."Peg came bouncing into the room. She seemed to exude sex. Paul had never seen such a glow of satisfaction and contentment on her face. She was absolutely radiant!Getting a cup of coffee and sitting down at the table, Peg blurted out, "Paul, I fucked Ron this morning while you were at the office and I have never felt better in my life. In all my dreams, I never imagined what I was missing. I am going to continue fucking him, with, or without your permission. I hope you will understand what his big, black dick made me feel. "I still love and respect you, but this is something I must have. It's raw, animal sex, and nothing else. He is three times bigger than you and can satisfy me like you never will. If you want me to leave, I will. If you want me to stay and let me get this out of my system, I will. It's up to you, but know now, I am going to fuck him anytime he will have me." Saying this, Peg collapsed in her chair and lay her head on her arms. She had brought up enough courage to tell her feelings, and now was mentally exhausted.Paul was speechless! He was stunned beyond words! What could he say? What could he do? What did he want to do? He set this up, so, how could he blame Peg? Was it too easy? Would she have been unfaithful sooner or later, regardless? NO! No, it was all his fault! How could he have been so stupid, so naive? Put in her situation, how could he blame her? Even with all the turmoil swirling around in his mind, there was still a tingling sensation in his groin. He wanted it to happen again! Like her, he needed to get it out of his system.Ron was stroking Peg's shoulders, while looking at Paul. He could see the change in Paul's face and knew he had won. Peg was his for a week. He really was leaving next week. Not because of any promise, but because there was a convention in Las Vegas he was definitely going to attend. There was too much money to be made, to let feelings for a white pussy get in his way. She would be pregnant before the week was up and that had been his goal. One thing, she didn't know. He was going to bring his brother around in a few days and introduce him to some tight, white pussy. By then, Peg would do whatever he asked. His brother was called Big Jim, and that wasn't because of his stature. Ron was big, but, few women could take all of Jim's giant pole. He would get her broken in with his, and let Jim stretch her to the maximum. Paul's fucking days with his wife were over. Within a week, Paul might like taking a black cock himself. He would already clean one and that was only a step from sucking. Maybe, he would break in Paul's virgin ass and get it ready for Jim, also. Might as well keep it in the family. "Ron, finally said, "I don't think anyone feels like going out to eat. Why don't we order pizza and stay inside today. Don't say anything, or make any decisions you may regret later. After eating something, why don't we all retire to the bedroom and sort this out. It might look different if we were laying on each side of Peg and letting our feelings make the decision for us. "Paul, you never know, you could possibly like watching and hearing Peg take another man's cock inside her. Peg, maybe you would enjoy having the attentions of two men at the same time. Maybe you could suck Paul, while I am fucking you. That way, he wouldn't feel left out. Why not wait and see what happens?"Peg raised her head and looked at Paul. He was staring back at her. Paul slowly nodded his head, as did Peg. Ron took over the conversation, leading it away from sex. Soon, each was more comfortable with the other and everything seemed almost normal.Late that afternoon, Ron put his arm around Peg's shoulders and took Paul by the arm. He steered them upstairs and to the bedroom. Paul and Peg were too embarrassed to get undressed. Ron threw his clothes on the floor and began undressing Peg. Paul slowly removed his own clothes. Ron and Peg were already on the bed, with Ron in front and Peg in the middle. Paul climbed over them to the backside. He brushed against Ron's already hard cock and felt another tingle in his stomach. Was it fear or desire? Ron began fingering her pussy and she was stroking his monster baby maker. Paul watched for a few minutes and figured, "what the hell." He raised up and began sucking her breasts, as if he had never seen them before. Soon, she was moaning from the combination of the finger in her pussy and her breasts being sucked. Ron didn't want to waste any time. He wanted to get the show on the road and see how far Paul would go. Ron removed his fingers and replaced them with his long tongue. Ron reached out and grabbed hold of Paul's pitiful hard on and pulled him toward the foot of the bed. Without admitting it to himself, Paul knew what he was expected to do. By now, Ron had his shoulder and was still pushing his head toward his cock. Ron had turned on his side, and the black pole was staring Paul in the face. Ron put his hand behind Paul's head and steered his mouth toward his final degradation. At first Paul just let it touch his lips, but slowly opened his mouth and tongued the head. Ron was forcing his black tool into Paul's mouth, and Paul stopped resisting. He opened wide and accepted his fate. He was now sucking the black cock that would fuck his wife. Thinking of this got him excited, and he began sucking and licking with more enthusiasm. He couldn't take all the monster, but he was using his hand on the remaining shaft. Peg was groaning and thrashing around. Ron kept pushing more and more into Paul's throat. By changing position, he was able to let the cock slowly force it's way down his throat. He still couldn't take all of it, but he had a sizable portion in his throat. For some reason, this was extremely satisfying. Ron began fucking his mouth and throat. It seemed as if more and more was going in. Paul wondered if Ron would cum. Just as he thought this, Ron pulled out and climbed up Peg's body. Paul's mouth strangely felt empty and he was somehow disappointed.Ron told Paul, "Take my dick and put it against her pussy lips. Okay, now spread her pussy and watch my cock as it fucks a baby in her belly. Can you see how it is stretching her pussy? Do you see how slick and ready she is for some real cock?"Peg had been going out of her mind with pleasure. She knew when Paul stopped sucking her breasts, but did not realize he was sucking Ron. She heard Ron tell Paul to get her pussy ready for his cock and for a moment was embarrassed to death. As she felt the massive head enter her, all embarrassment faded. She was still stretched from this morning, so there was little pain as he forced himself into her tiny hole. He would withdraw, and on the downstroke, force another inch or two inside. She had her first orgasm.I looked down and saw my pussy swallowing that huge black python, coal black and glistening from my juices. The contrast alone sent me off into another orgasm! He was pushing it in ever so slowly, and then puling out, going just a little bit deeper that the last thrust. I began to thrust my hips back up to him, trying to get more and more of him into my tight wet hole. I dont know how many times I came just in this time, but it was almost like I was in constant orgasm... Finally I felt him bottom out on my cervix. I looked down and saw he wasnt all the way in me. Some of that thick shaft was still outside of me and he began to thrust in and out in ever faster pumps... I hadn't been filled like this before today. God it was wonderful! My pussy was beginning to stretch deeper and wider to allow more of him in, and I was juicing like Ive never been wet before. With each of his powerful thrusts he was getting deeper and deeper in my cervix until finally I was stretched to the maximum and his huge cum filled balls were slapping home. I wrapped my long legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. He started to whisper really dirty to me, asking me if I loved his black dick... Did I want his thick, potent seed in my womb? Again, I didnt believe what was coming out on my mouth! "Oh god yes! Give me all of your baby making cum! Fill me up with it!" "Peg, do you want me to plant my black baby seed in your belly?" For a moment I began to think rationally, but never answered. Before I could get my thoughts in order, he began to pump me even harder and I could almost feel that huge, hard fat head piercing my cervix, going all the way into my uterus. It was just enough to send me off the edge of reality, "Oh god Ron! Give it to me! Give me all that black cum! Knock me up! Give me a black baby!" He gave one final loud grunt and thrust his weapon deep and I felt that huge horse-cock head swell to bursting. Flood after flood of hot thick cum filled me and I could almost feel it drowning the egg that I was sure was there in all of those millions of baby-makers! As I slowly came down off the greatest high in the world, I noticed Paul sitting there with his mouth hanging open. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "If you don't want me pregnant, get down there and suck his cum out of me."Without a word, Paul was between my legs and sucking for all he was worth. After he must have drank a pint of cum, his mouth left my pussy. I looked down, and he was sucking Ron! I almost fainted from shock and surprise. My Ron, a cocksucker! Maybe, everything was going to be okay, after all. It was nice to be cleaned up without having to leave the bed. His sucking was getting Ron hard again. I do believe Paul was a first class cocksucker, and he seemed to be enjoying it so much!This time, Ron told me to get on my knees. He got behind me, and began working his half hard cock into my slick pussy. He kept getting harder and harder, until it was like an oak log. Ron wasted no time ramming his cock all the way to the hilt! He was fucking me with jackhammer strokes and I began cumming over and over. I was in ecstasy! Heaven on earth must be like this! Without missing a stroke, he rolled me on my side, and was fucking me from behind. Paul immediately slid down and was trying to lick my swollen clit! I could look down and see his tongue. Whenever he licked me, he was also licking the shaft of Ron's cock. I could feel Ron's cock swelling and knew I was going to receive another load of cum. This caused another orgasm! His dick suddenly disappeared from my pussy! I was watching Paul's head, when Ron's black cock rammed down his throat. Ron was cumming in his mouth! God! How erotic! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Paul was swallowing as fast as he could, but still couldn't keep it all inside. He kept his mouth over that monster until every drop was gone. Then, he was licking his lips as if he didn't want to lose a drop of the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted. My God, there will never be another day like this one, even if I live to be a hundred!Each day was pretty much a repeat of the same, until Wednesday. That's the night Paul was on his knees, sucking the juice from Peg's cum filled pussy. Paul felt something pressing against his virgin sphincter. The pressure went away, and he heard Ron spit. Then the pressure was back and with much more force, his muscle gave way when the head of Ron's cock slipped into his ass. He tried to raise his head and scream, but Ron pushed his face back into her pussy. Paul could feel the snake inching itself farther and farther up his shit hole. When he thought the pain was going to kill him, he felt Ron's balls slapping against his buttocks. Ron allowed him to adjust to the invasion for a minute or two before beginning a slow fucking motion.Paul thought he was going to die! He couldn't stand so much pain! Peg knew something was wrong and raised her head to see what was happening. She scooted away from Paul and stared in open-mouthed amazement. Paul was beginning to squirm and move his ass. Was he trying to get off the giant rod, or get more? Paul didn't know, either. It was feeling better and better. The pain was subsiding and being replaced by pleasure. He saw Peg looking at his plight, and closed his eyes from her accusing stare. She seemed to be jealous! Ron was pulling all the way out and slamming back to the hilt. Paul was groaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Fuck her! He was being fucked and he was enjoying it! Why should she have all the fun and him be the clean-up man? Ron reached around him and touched his little hard prick. Paul came instantly, while Peg watched each movement. Then, Ron speeded up and Paul could feel the already giant cock get larger, as Ron dumped squirt after squirt of cum into his ass.Ron looked at Peg and told her, "You're next. I fucked his ass, so you would know you can take it. It never killed him and it won't kill you. You saw the enjoyment he got. He's nothing but a fuck slut now. He'll let you fuck anybody or anything, as long as you share a little." Paul had collapsed with embarrassment and shame when he heard these words. Life as he knew it had been destroyed and would never be the same again. He and Peg were nothing but fuck sluts for black cock. She was pregnant and would have many black babies before this was over. He was accepting the truth, and looking at Peg, realized she had come to the same conclusion.Anyone wishing to write chapter two, feel free to do so.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 42 |
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consenting.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/48/consenting.txt | Jan and I had discussed the possibility of her having sex with another man. I thought it would be quite exciting, adding another dimension to our marriage. She was obviously intrigued by the idea, but was not enthusiastic.We had experimented sexually in our marriage, but had never included any others. I talked to her further about it, but she was definitely lukewarm to the idea. I still persisted, bringing the topic up again at times.She said "there is no way I would go to bed with any of our friends, or any people we know. The story would be all over town."I said "I agree. Maybe it could be someone we met when we are out of town, or on vacation somewhere, a man who would be acceptable to us.""I don't know. It would be quite a leap for us. And how would you feel about my having sex with a strange man? Would you want to hear about it, or maybe you would want to watch?" "I think I would want to watch it, watch you with another man. It would be so erotic, seeing you having sex with a stranger.""It's very well to fantasize about it, but I wonder how you would feel if you were actually watching another man putting his cock into me, and fucking me right in front of you. You might be sorry it happened. Sometimes the worst thing that can happen is to realize what you wished for.""I think I would be alright with that scene-it would be a rush.""And you think you could handle watching some stud doing it to me, your own wife lying there spread out, with a stranger between my legs, and his cock pounding into me, emptying his semen into me. You might have second thoughts seeing that happen."I thought about what she said, but I know I would be wildly excited with that scene. She was a young beautiful woman with curves in all the right places. She was tall with auburn hair framing a lovely face. She had small but very firm breasts, her waist tapering into delightfully curved hips above beautiful long legs. Her legs alone caught many a male eye. There would be no end of takers if it became apparent that she was available.In bed together we fantasized about another man doing it to her, and the thought of that raised our sex to another level. Finally it appeared that she was wavering some, but she didn't whole heartedly embrace the idea. I suggested she keep an open mind about the prospect, and if an occasion arrived where we met the right person, and then maybe we could do the scene. She didn't make any promises, but I think she was coming around to the idea.We had been on a couple of vacations, but still never encountered the right person-till our last trip when we were in Jamaica. We met a man who was doing marketing for the resort. It was a business trip, and he was alone. Steve was a well built and very attractive man, and clearly he was impressed by my wife, paying her a good deal of attention. Jan was flattered by this and responded to him. One night we were his guests for dinner. After dinner there was dancing and Jan accepted his request to dance. He was a good dancer and he held Jan close to him. She was flushed when they returned to the table. He danced again before we left and it was obvious she was impressed.When we were back I our room I asked her if he might be the one. She said he was handsome and exciting and a good dancer, but she wasn't ready to commit to him. I said it was the perfect opportunity-he was a stranger who we would never see again, and he was attracted to her, but she still didn't agree. There was no urgency; we had more days there, so I felt she might eventually consent.We saw him around the pool, and we also had diner with him again, and it was clear that he was very attracted to Jan. Sometimes after we had a few drinks the conversation turned to sex, exchanging jokes, and there was some sexual innuendo. He enjoyed dancing with her, still holding her tight to his body. A couple of times I saw her push him back some. When we were alone in our room she told me she could feel his erection against her when they were dancing.When Jan was in the ladies room I told Steve that she was very attracted to him. He replied that he thought she was beautiful, and said how lucky I was being married to such a gorgeous woman. He wondered if we had an open marriage, and I said we didn't but I had encouraged her to experiment, but so far she was not completely receptive to the idea. He picked up on that, wondering if there might be an opportunity to be with her. I said she was still resistant, but if it ever were to happen, I told him I would have to be there. He replied that he would be honored to service her, and he wouldn't mind if I watched, saying it would be much more erotic if I was present. He said it wouldn't be the first time he had serviced a wife with the husband watching; he really got off on that. On that note Jan returned. When we were alone in our room she wanted to know what we talked about, and I said it was about her, and how beautiful she was and how much he admired her. I didn't tell her everything about our conversation. She said she didn't think she could go ahead and do it with him.We were to have dinner with him the next night. After her bath I watched her getting dressed. First her garter belt (she hated panty hose) and then a matching white bra and sheer lacy panties followed by a matching lacy slip. Sheer white stockings were attached to her garter straps. Then she slid into a gorgeous white dress that hugged her beautiful figure and came just above her knees, presenting a good view of her outstanding legs. I got an erection just watching her, and when I moved to embrace her she said "not now. You are not going to mess me up before we go out." She smiled and said "wait till we get back!" At dinner Steve saw that the drinks flowed freely, so by the time we had desert we were quite mellow. Of course there was more dancing with Steve still holding her closely, and occasionally his hand would stray down to the swelling of her buttocks. Then more drinks with more sexual innuendo. At one point, under the table, I saw his hand stray to her stocking clad knees and thighs. She was flushed, first from the drinks, and then from his attentions.Finally it was time to call it a night. Since it was Steve's last night at the resort I invited him to our room for a night-cap. In the elevator she asked what was I thinking, and I pulled her against me and said I was thinking of Steve doing it to you. She said "are you sure? If we start there will be no turning back, so I want you to be very sure. You will have to live with the consequences."I said "yes, go with it.""Maybe he won't try anything.""Maybe you will have to initiate it."She didn't say anything more and entered our room. I wasn't long before Steve joined us, and I fixed a drink. My wife was sitting on the sofa with him sitting across from her in an arm chair. Gradually she let her legs fall open slightly, giving him a view of her legs. Soon her legs opened a little more, and I know he could now see up above her stocking-clad legs to her bare thighs and garter straps. When her legs opened slightly more I knew he could see her panties. It was an obvious invitation - he looked at me and I nodded. He moved to her, lifting her up from the chair, embracing her, and then held her in a long kiss. He looked at me as I sat unmoving. He slipped his hands down and cupping her ass, and kissed her again. It was now clear to him that she was his for the taking.My flushed and aroused wife moved away from him. She unzipped her dress and slid it down till it was at her ankles. She looked gorgeous standing there in her sheer lingerie. You could see the outline of her sheer panties and her naked thighs.She undid her bra, her beautiful firm breasts exposed, the nipples stiff. She moved to an arm chair and she raised the slip to her waist, exposing her sheer panties, and bent over the back of the arm chair, her lovely panty clad ass in the air.She turned her head, and looking directly at Steve she said "I'm ready." He needed no second invitation, and moving to her he slid her panties down to her knees, exposing her erotically. She spread her beautiful stocking clad legs, bending from her waist till her garter straps were tight across her naked hips, her panties stretched between her knees. He dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles, exposing a very large and very stiff cock, standing straight out in front of him. Before he moved to her he looked at me one last time, and I nodded again. He smiled, his prize presented to him for the taking. The lips of her cunt were pink and moist, gaping slightly. He moved closer, touching the tip of his swollen phallus to her vulva. She moaned when she felt him, and my very aroused and flushed wife looked at me one last time and said "are you sure?" Once again I nodded. At this point I was so caught up in the erotic scene that there was no way I could stop him from taking her. I was almost as hard as he was.He directed his thick cock against the lips of her cunt and began pushing into her. She was moaning now as she felt his beginning entry, her vulvae spreading to the pressure of his invading cock. She gasped as he stretched her, a hoarse cry as the large head of his cock entered her distended pussy. It was unbelievably erotic and I almost came.He slowly advanced his cock into my trembling and moaning wife. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he continued to fill her wet pussy. Finally my wife gave a hoarse cry as he impaled her, possessing her; her stretched cunt filled with his invading cock. It was done! I was sweating and faint from excitement.Still holding her hips he began moving his cock into her. With the third thrust she cried out and came, her body in spasm. I couldn't believe she had come so quickly. He held her steady, fully into her till her climax subsided. Then he began a slow steady thrusting into her, pushing fully into her each time, his rigid cock shiny with her juices. She was moaning continuously as he expertly fucked her, bringing her to higher and higher levels of arousal. Soon he was thrusting into her more powerfully and she was grunting to his thrusts, her body jerking, her breasts moving.It was unbelievably erotic. I was disembodied watching my own wife being thoroughly fucked by this man who was taking her so competently. I was positioned so I could see his cock moving in and out of her, her body flushed and trembling, her face twisted in passion as he serviced her. She became more vocal as she neared her climax, saying "Oh my God! Oh my god!" A scream erupted from her as she climaxed again, triggering his orgasm. He pulled her fully onto his spurting cock, and groaning he filled her with his semen. After he drained his cock in her, he slowly removed it. Her cunt was gaping, their fluids matting her hair. Only at this moment I thought about pregnancy. In the three years we had been married we hadn't practiced birth control, expecting her to become pregnant, but it hadn't happened so far. With her vagina filled with his sperm I wondered if that would happen. Finally Jan turned her head, and looking at me she said "you're next." Quickly I pushed my pants and shorts to my ankles. My cock was hard as I moved to take her, but just as I was about to push into her moist and gaping vagina I came, spurting on her buttocks.Finally my well fucked wife (but not by me) straightened up, pulled her panties up, her slip falling into place. My flushed wife looked at me and said "are you satisfied now?" I said yes. Twice as she was getting fucked so thoroughly by him she turned her head and looked briefly at me, gauging my reaction to the erotic scene; she could see that I was mesmerized watching her being ravished.The three of us ended up in the large bed. Jan had not bothered to replace her bra. I fell asleep, but later was awakened by the activity next to me. Her slip was bunched around her waist. He had slid her panties off and was between her spread legs, his cock again filling her. She was moaning as his wet cock moved in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She still had her sheer stockings on, and she bent her knees up and spread her legs even more as his hard cock serviced her, thrusting strongly into her stretched cunt. She reached over, and gripping my cock she stroked me as he fucked her and I came strongly. He quickened his pace and she must have felt him swelling in her and she gripped him with her legs as he grunted and ejaculated into her once more. She cried out again as she climaxed, her body shaking as she gripped his ass with her hands, her thighs tightening over his. Finally he lifted his body from hers and moved beside her.We slept, but in the early morning he mounted her again, fucking her once more, taking a long time with her, and she came again. He was close behind, adding his sperm to the pool in her vagina, and a lot had to be flowing into her uterus.We fell asleep once more, and when we awakened Steve was dressing, getting ready to leave. He smiled, thanked us for a great time and was gone, leaving us to contemplate the amazing night. I embraced her-her thighs and vulva were sticky from his come. She looked at me and asked me how I felt about what happened. "Did you like seeing his cock going into me." And it seemed you liked seeing him fucking me. God, he really screwed me; I have never been so stretched, and when I felt him swelling and spurting into me I went ballistic. I also think part of the excitement was knowing I was unprotected and he was filling me with his sperm, and possibly impregnating me."I said "it was unbelievably erotic; I thought it would be exciting, but watching him doing it to you, watching him fucking you from behind and coming in you was more exciting than I would have believed."Jan became pregnant, and it dated from that night, and as I watched her abdomen swelling I was reminded of that erotic time which we didn't repeat.END |
drinkit.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/24/drinkit.txt | The following is a work of pure fiction. If it is not legal or moral for you to read works of sexual fiction, then don't. The following story contains coerced sex with a minor. If this offends you, then do not read it. If you have problems telling the difference between stories and reality, then don't read it. Send questions, comments, or complaints to me at: [email protected].***Brittany was having a good time at the party until this egghead guy came and started talking with her. She was not even really listening to him. He was going on and on about pheromones or something. "Do you want a beer?" his question finally got her attention. "Sure!" anything that would get him out of her face even for a few minutes was welcome, and if he did come back, then at least she would have a beer.Sure enough, he did return shortly with one of those plastic cups of keg beer. At 16, she was still new to alcohol, but from what she had of it so far, she liked.She did not look 16 though; puberty had been good to her. Her breasts filled out nicely to over a handful each. Her waist was petite followed by a firm but rounded ass.Brittany drank her beer and continued listening to the geek rant, but he seemed even further off than before. All she could think about was that her pants suddenly seemed too tight. She could feel it digging into her flesh, but not really in a bad way, it was almost as if they were her second skin.Just then someone passing them to get to the bathroom brushed against her leg. A flush of fire burned on the spot where she had been bumped. The simple bump from that person seem to spread through her body giving her feelings like she had never felt. She felt she needed more people bumping up against her.She looked up and found the egghead guy talking to her had stopped talking to her and was now watching her intently. This made her nervous though she did not know why."Pheromones, they are extremely powerful. An experiment I am working on right now seems to be coming along nicely in studying the overpowering effects of these chemicals once thought only to spread by smell." The nerd continued speaking again as though he suddenly realized he had stopped.This was the last thing she wanted to hear about right now. She suddenly felt as though she was naked standing there with this guy and had to place her hand down on her leg to reassure herself that her pants were still there. They indeed were, but her own touch on her thigh sent shockwaves through her body, shockwaves similar, but much stronger than when she would masturbate sometimes at night. "Oh!" a small cry emerged from her lips. The geek guy kept talking, only a smile registered that he had heard the noise. Brittany now could not hear anything he was saying but felt her head nodding as she feigned interest. She was completely distracted by moving her right hand up and down her thigh. The electric feeling she was having rubbing her own leg was all consuming. The thought that she was at a party and might look funny or out of place doing this did not even cross her mind."...ingestion by mouth . flavorless..." a few words, meaningless to her, escaped past Brittany's ear."Excuse me!" the person was returning from the bathroom and managed to bump against her leg again. This time she thought she would explode from the feelings of excitement from their touch, but alas they were only passing by and did not continue to touch her. "Whoa!" an low exclamation escaped her lips. She felt a hand covering her pussy and another grip then pinch her left nipple. Looking down, she was shocked that it was her own hands browsing her body. She was fondling herself in front of this geeky nerd guy who thankfully had finally stopped talking.Looking up at the egghead, she noticed that he definitely realized what she was doing. Looking around the room, no one else seemed to notice though. She forcefully pulled her hands down by her sides. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" she tried to get the attention back on him."Well, I was just commenting that my experiment subject seems quite effected by the test." He said this with a sly smile crossing his face. "Experiment subject?" she asked, trying very hard to direct her mind towards something besides her burning desire to stick her finger in her own pussy and bring herself to a screaming orgasm. "Who are you using?""I am not supposed to tell anyone." He told her with a smug grin. "I could whisper it in your ear though if you like so no one else could hear."Before she could protest of him getting any closer to her, he had already leaned over to her ear, only he did not whisper anything to her. He just stood there with his face close to her ear. Then she felt it. It was very light at first, but it gathered intensity quickly. He was breathing on her neck just below her ear and the waves of passion it sent through her were unbearable.He apparently recognized her appreciation of the breath and started blowing on her neck and shoulder. The only thing she found herself able to do was to raise her hand up to her shoulder as if to block it, but she only ended up stoking the bare shoulder just below the strap to her shirt.Then he stepped slightly back and blew at her chin and throat. Brittany moved her hand there and stoked the front of her neck lightly and lovingly. She had never felt so sensual. Her sexual experience to this point had been with the middle finger of her right hand. She never knew anything could feel better than that, but here was this guy breathing on her making her feel so turned on that she could not control herself.He moved his breathing down further to her slightly exposed sternum. She found herself pulling her shirt down in the middle so he could get lower on her chest.As soon as he saw her give way to her clothing a little, he moved to blowing on her right breast. He was promptly rewarded. Brittany dropped both straps down her arms and bared her breasts to the entire room. She could feel her own hands rubbing over them and pinching her nipples.She looked around and realized that she was now the center of attention of the party, but this only served to turn her on more. She looked down away from everyone and watched herself fondle her bare breasts. The boy had stopped blowing on her; she missed this feeling on her body. She looked up and realized he was not in front of her anymore. She did not have to guess where he was for very long though, his hands emerged from behind her. One hand brushed away one of hers to take its place on a breast. The other hand glided down her body and rested on her pussy still covered in jeans.A fleeting moment of resistance passed over her. She did not want some strange guys hands all over her. If she let him go too far then she would lose her virginity. But that moment passed quickly though. As good as her own hands had felt passing over her body, his hands felt even better.This boy now had his hands all over her, he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while cupping the breast with the rest of his hand. His other hand was feeling up and down the seam of her crotch creating a huge build up in her loins. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself bouncing and grinding against the invading hand. Orgasm was within her grasp, she could feel it, she could taste it, and most of all she needed it terribly.Her loose hand found its way to his hand and pressed it hard into her jeans. Looking up as she did this, everyone in the room was watching her. One guy watching her had his dick out in his hand and was whacking him self off for all he was worth. Orgasm met that guy and her at the same time. The scene of seeing his cum flying out put her over the edge and every nerve in her body set her screaming out in a huge orgasm that conquered her.Brittany could not guess at how long the orgasm lasted. When it was over, she felt slightly spent, but still very horny. If possible, she was even hornier than she was before. The supporting hands of the guy behind her were holding her up. She straightened herself up and brushed away the hand on her crotch, it was in her way. Quickly as she could, she was working the button and zipper of her jeans. In one swift moment, she removed both her jeans and panties. Standing there with only her shirt coving her mid-drift, she was as good as naked. She looked at the guy who had cum with her, but he was spent and sitting looking exhausted in a chair, completely flaccid. She felt she needed a dick in her pussy. The sooner the better, she did not care who's dick it was.She turned around on the geek behind her; he had the same idea and had just finished shedding his pants. Brittany laid down on the floor where she stood, spread her legs in the air. "Fuck me! Please!" She could not believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Again reality entered her mind. "What if I get pregnant? - I am loosing my virginity to this geek? - "People are going to think me a slut!"These thoughts vanished completely from her mind as she felt the head of his dick, slick with pre-cum rub up and down on her virgin pussy lips. Then it came. With a swift motion, he penetrated her. Her maidenhead burst in a flurry of pain. It was unbearable, the pain quickly subsided though as the boy kept pumping her. His dick was swelling on the inside of her sixteen-year-old cunt and the feeling was tremendous. She was quickly reaching another orgasm. Looking up at the people above her, she could see nearly everyone was shedding their clothes as she had now. Couples were fucking while standing up over them. It was too much for her. She let out an explosive scream as for the second time in a matter of minutes she orgasmed fiercely.No orgasm that night seemed to satisfy her terrible itch in her well fucked pussy. She gave herself to anyone that would take her. At the end of the evening, she realized that she had been the test subject in the experiment. If only she had listened better she would know exactly what happened to her. If she could find that guy again, maybe he could tell her what his experiment was, maybe she could be a test subject again...END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 24 |
marshalove.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/28/marshalove.txt | The best thing about my marriage, is that, recently, I found out that my husband, Jon, likes me to flirt, and show-off my body to other men. I really love turning on males and causing them to have hard-ons. My husband has been asking me to wear sexier clothing wherever we go.So I bought a whole new wardrobe that we both, call my "cock teasing" clothes. They are minis and tops that show off my flat tummy, as well as low-cut to show off my boobs. It is unbelievable the feeling of power I get from the reaction I cause men, and boys, when I tease them. Just last week, as Jon and I made love, he started talking about me, maybe playing with one of those hard cocks, that I cause. As we talked about it, we both got real excited, and I told him that I would do it, if he wanted me to. He then said I could even go farther, if I wanted and I asked him "How far? He answered. as far as you want. If you find a nice big cock you'd like to have, do it." At this time, we both came and came and came. Later that day, Jon asked me if I really would suck and fuck another guy. As he asked this, he rubbed his cock, it started to grow. I asked him if he was really serious he kissed me and said he'd love to see me with another guy, especially if the guy was really hung. I squeezed his now hard cock and told him that I would do anything for him. Then he said that we should go to a club, tonight and have a good time. I agreed.That night, we arrived at a night club a few miles away from our town. I was dressed for one thing! Jon said I was the hottest cock teaser he'd ever seen and knew I would be getting laid before the night was over. He was right. We were there about 10 minutes; Jon left and sat at the bar this left me at a table, alone. Within 2 minutes a nice guy about 22-23 asked me to dance. I did and as we danced (I pulled him closer and slid a leg between his and rubbed his cock good. I looked at my husband and smiled. He spread his legs and rubbed his own cock, I laughed and the young man I was dancing with held me even closer then kissed my neck. I let him, and then slid my hand down the front of his jeans brushing against his rock hard cock. It felt pretty long and very hard. I asked him to join me at the table, after the dance ended and he did. I sat so my husband had a great view of what was about to happen. I leaned against the guy whispering that his cock felt great in my hand, but I wanted to taste it. With that I slid under the table, by this time he had it out of his pants. I sucked on his cock until he came and I swallowed his cum as I relished in the feeling of power. I was so hot, knowing my husband had just watched me swallow another mans cum. I didn't realize that several other guys also saw. They started lining up to get a blow job. I sucked all of them except Jake. Jake had a 12" cock when I saw it, I yelled to my husband that I had to fuck this guy. He yelled okay, so, I did it right there on the table in the club with many people watching.Since then we have had lots of men and even some women calling us to get together. I'm sure we'll contact many of them; especially the well hung ones! I just discovered how much Jon and I, love huge, giant cocks. I hope to have many stories, as we experiment this new lifestyle.END |
greekbeach.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/75/greekbeach.txt | We had booked an early summer holiday in Greece to catch some sun. Susan my wife was looking forward to relaxing on one of the many sandy beaches on the Island of Skiathos. We both liked to sunbathe and swim naked and soon found one of the many naturist beaches on the Island.Susan was quite happy to show of her fabulous figure. She is 5feet 8inches tall and has long toned legs, a flat stomach and lovely 36B breast that are full and have nipples that sit up and just ask to be sucked. At 28 years of age she was in her prime and constantly turned the head of many males where ever we went.On the fourth day of our holiday we were on the beach at the end of the afternoon and gradually everyone else left until we were alone (or so we thought). We were both stretched out on our towels when a voice suddenly disturbed the tranquility. "Good afternoon, I haven't seen you here before." Opening my eyes I saw a wiry very dark skinned man standing next to us. We both sat up and the man introduced himself as Theo. He explained that he was a local and that this was his favorite time of day for coming to the beach. This explained why we hadn't seen him previously.As he talked I noticed Susan staring at his midriff, something that as naturists one never does. I found myself joining her gaze however and was stunned to see that he possessed an enormous penis and huge pair of testicles. These seemed out of place on a man who looked to be around 50 years old, and had a bald head. As I looked at him however I noticed that he was very fit and lean with muscles all over his athletic body. Susan seemed to be entranced by him as he spoke with a heavily accented voice.Theo suddenly said to Susan, "You look as though you could do with a massage, you look very tense." Before she could answer he added, "You see, I'm a trained masseur." I expected Susan to say no, especially as she was naked, and we were on a public beach. I knew she liked massages and pampered herself with one at home every other month. This was very different however and I was shocked when she said, "Alright, I could use a massage to get the knots out of my shoulders." Smilinmg, he relpied, "OK then, lie down and I'll make a start."Susan lay face down on her towel and Theo produced a bottle of baby oil form his bag. He knelt down next her and after giving me a reassuring smile proceeded to pour some oil onto Susan's back. He started by massaging her shoulders and upper back and I could see that he was good at what he did. Soon Susan was becoming totally relaxed and I could see the stress flowing out of her. Slowly Theo worked lower down her back and massaged her lower back. Without pausing he then started on her feet and calves before moving up to her thighs. As he probed and kneaded I noticed that every now and again he would allow one of his hands to plunge down into the gap between Susan's legs. This had the effect of making Susan relax her legs and eventually she moved them slightly further apart. Form where I sat I realized that you could now see part of Susan's hairs around her labia.This relaxing of Susan's thighs was not lost on Theo and he allowed his hands to drift down and onto Susan's sex. This produced a slight gasp of shock form Susan, but she did nothing to stop him and so emboldened he slipped a couple of fingers down into her labia and then judging by the sigh from Susan right into her cunt.I should have stopped Theo at this point as this was not a massage any more but a slow seduction of my wife by a 50 year old man. Just then however Theo said "turn over and I'll do you front." As if in a trance Susan rolled over onto her back bearing all to Theo. He started massaging her shoulders but then quickly allowed his hands to move onto Susan's breasts. This produced another sigh from Susan but no rebuttal and so Theo kneaded and pinched her nipples which had by now become fully erect. This was not the only thing becoming erect as I noticed Theo's cock starting to swell and I'm ashamed so say so was mine.Theo moved his massaging down to Susan's legs but by now all pretense of needing massage oil had gone He was sucking her toes and soles of her feet and then was licking and kissing his was up her legs until he was kneeling over her facing her cunt which was now spread open and obviously very wet and aroused. Theo glanced and me and smiled and then lowered his head and started to eat Susan out. She had never let me do this saying that it was too dirty. Now however she was allowing a complete strange to give the tonguing that I had always wanted to give her. I watched as he darted his tongue in and out of her pussy and allowed his nose to nudge against her clit was standing proud from its protective hood. All the while she had her hands on his bald head keeping him in the right place. I could see her wedding bands sparkling in the sunlight and it looked very erotic.After a few minutes of this onslaught during which I could hear Susan's breathing become more ragged, she suddenly let out a huge sob and then shrieked as a massive climax swept through her. I glanced round to make sure no one else was around because she was so noisy in her climax. I couldn't remember her having such a powerful climax before and I felt a bit jealous.I thought things would end here but I should have known better. Theo gradually crawled up over Susan's trembling body and gave her a deep kiss which she returned with vigor. As I watched them I noticed that Theo's cock was now fully erect and looked to be a least 9 inches in length which was nearly twice my size. I was kneeling behind Susan's head and Theo looked up to me and then down toward his cock which he was now rubbing along Susan's wet slit. I realized that he was silently asking me to let him fuck wife!Of course he couldn't my brain was screaming! She's your wife; she's never made love to another man. He has no condom, she has no protection (Susan is a strict Catholic and has never used contraception). She had never had a bare cock in her before! We were waiting another year or two have children and so I always used condoms.I couldn't let another man have my wife bareback could I. Unfortunately my little brain was in charge of this situation and said go on let him have her. It will so sexy and besides you always wanted to see her taken by another man with a big cock, now's your chance. She will tell him to be careful and you can tell him to pull out before he comes. Look at her she wants it, let this dark skinned Greek pleasure her.I found myself nodding to Theo and he smiled at me and started to push his huge cock into my darling wife. I watched in awe as his huge mushroom headed cock pushed into the split of her womanhood. A couple of inches disappeared into her juicing cunt and I heard her gasp as she felt his size. Theo continued to work his big cock into Susan and gradually he worked back and forward until to my amazement he had buried all 9 or 10 inches to the hilt. I moved round to take a closer look and saw that his huge sperm filled balls were tightly pressed against Susan's pert bum.Theo rested for a minute allowing Susan to adjust to the huge cock that was invading her tight cunt. When he felt she was ready he started to slide his big cock in and out of her all the while looking down at her face. Susan grabbed his muscular arms and stared back at him in disbelief at the feeling of being totally full of cock. "Oh god you're so big!" she groaned half in discomfort but half in pleasure. After a few minutes of gentle fucking Susan moved her legs round so that they rested on the back of Theo's calves. As their coupling continued Susan started to moan louder and louder and her breathing became ragged. I knew that this was the precursor to her having an orgasm and it wasn't long before it was full upon her. Susan suddenly screamed out and arched her back so that she was pressed up against Theo as he continued to plough into her willing white cunt. As she came down from her orgasm she smiled up and Theo and I heard her moaning to him, "...so good, so good... Please don't stop!"I of course knew that they would have to stop soon as I suspected that Theo must be nearing his own climax and I knew that there was no way I could allow him to keep his huge baby maker in my wife, not with the huge pair of sperm filled balls he had. Just then Susan moved her legs up and clasped them behind his thrusting muscular bum. I decided to have another look at his mighty cock as it worked its magic in my wife and moved down beside them. With Susan's legs on his back I could see his big meaty cock slicing in and out of her cheating cunt. I also suddenly notice that his cock had a thick white sticky substance around its base and for a minute I thought he'd already come. I knew he hadn't however and was mystified by this until I remembered reading that when a woman is ovulating she can produce a white discharge. This revelation confirmed to me where Susan was in her cycle, she was at peak fertility today and she had a big bare cock in her that was not her husbands!They continued moving toward a mighty climax and I just watched spellbound as the coupling continued. I suddenly realized that the pair of them were in a primitive mating ritual in which a muscular more dominant male takes the wife of another man and seeds her in front of a submissive husband. This act had gone on for centuries and now it was happening to me.I was snapped out of my trance by the frantic moaning of both of them. Sweat was rolling down Theo's back as he strove to reach his own release. His thrusting was getting really savage and Susan was making continual mewling sounds as Theo pounded into her. Suddenly I noticed Theo was staring at me again with big questioning eyes. I immediately knew what he wanted. He wanted my permission to come in my wife. Time seemed to stand still while my brain wrestled with the silent question he was posing. Did I want this stranger to spray his potent Greek sperm into the fertile and unprotected womb of my wife? Did I really want him to mate with my wife and be the cause of her sweet belly growing large with child? Of course I didn't my brain said and yet, and yet I found myself listening to my painfully erect cock. Let him have his way, let him finish what he started. He deserves it after the fuck he's thrown your wife, you can't stop it now, and she wouldn't forgive you.And so I found myself slowly nodding to this stranger who was fucking my wife on a beach. Nodding to say yes please fill her white married womb with your potent come and knock her up. I was furiously pulling on my meager cock as I nodded to him and he briefly looked at my prick before smiling and nodding back to me.Theo turned his gaze back toward my delirious wife and started to really pound into her. In her semiconscious state it was so erotic to see her heels digging into his bronzed buttocks as if trying to get him even deeper into her adulterous cunt. Susan and Theo stared directly into each other's eyes as he pushed himself toward the climax that would make Susan a mother and me the ultimate cuckold. Suddenly Susan seemed to snap out of her trance and she must have realized where she was and what she was doing. She quickly looked at me, then at my throbbing cock and then looking Theo straight in the eyes moaned, "Yes my love, fill me with your spunk and make a baby in me."I was stunned that now she had come back to reality she would actually beg another man to knock her up. Theo however was happy to oblige and with one more mighty thrust he buried his huge baby maker right up Susan's love tunnel and he started to moan and shake. I could tell by the clenching of his muscular ass that it was now too late to stop nature's course as he was now firing his potent Greek spunk deep into Susan's fertile womb. I knew that his sperm would be looking for her egg to impregnate and I knew he would succeed. They held their mutual climaxes for what seemed like minutes. Theo kept lunging into Susan and she kept whimpering 'oh so good, so good make me a mummy'. Gradually their mating ceased and Theo lay on top of Susan while they both recovered. He kept his big cock in her now adulterous pussy and I realized he was plugging her and making sure that none of his seed could spill out until it had done its job. As I looked they started kissing each other passionately, tongues fencing with one another. Susan was showing her gratitude to the man that would become the father of her baby.After a while Theo pulled out of Susan and I noticed that very little of his spunk was running out of her. What there was seemed to very thick and white and I suspected that this was a sign of highly potent sperm. Theo knelt down gave me a wink and Susan a parting kiss and then walked off. I knelt there stunned by what had transpired. Eventually Susan looked me in the face and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I couldn't seem to help myself, it just seemed so natural." "He took you bareback Susan, you are unprotected." "I know she said, but once he was in me I couldn't stop I just had to feel his spunk filling me up." "Well, I hope you don't get pregnant," I said."So do I, but I suspect I will since I'm at peak fertility today." I groaned and looked at her toned belly and wondered whether I would be watching it swell with a love child over the coming months.Having been home for two months and there being no sign of a period, Susan today took a pregnancy test. The result: positive of course and since she will not have an abortion, we are going to have a half Greek Baby with dark complexion delivered in the hospital. Hopefully we can pass it off as mine because otherwise our families will disown us! So much for going naked in Greece!END |
beautifulliar.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/77/beautifulliar.txt | Why did it have to rain today-the day of all days??? The coldness and wind was bearable but not the rain. This meant a change of clothes and shoes not to mention being late. Well if this was nature's cruel way, so be it. Just as she was contemplating this thought the rain began to fall harder and faster. Wildly looking around her, she saw the pain path dashed through it and towards the house."How can you lose her again Daniel?" his brother bellowed. This was the third time in two months since Ari-Ana had arrived."It's not my fault she keeps wondering off. She knows the rules, you speak to her and leave me alone," he hotly replied."I expect you to take full responsibility when she's with you. God," rolling his eyes but the anger didn't back down."Is Ari lost again?" grinned Dean poking his head out of his room when he heard loud voices."No thanks to the genius of a brother" replied Dante."But it wasn't my fault. She's hot tempered, strong-head..." he never got to finish"And fine" replied a calmer female voice.Everyone turned to see Ari-Ana standing in the hallway dripping from her rain- soaked coat."Where the hell were you?" Daniel asked walking towards her."I must've wondered off. I'm so sorry for causing all this commotion," she nervously replied."Well at least you're safe. Daniel I expect better from you," his eldest brother scolded before heading upstairs."Ari, you ok? Better get changed before you catch a cold," Dean called before closing his door."Yes Ari, you better," mocked Daniel."I really am sorry," replied Ari-Ana sincerely."Whatever, just get changed before I get the blame again. One more thing, in the future you either stick with me or go out by yourself" he said before walking away.She didn't realise she'd been holding her breath the entire time and exhaled quickly. He seemed really mad, but it was her fault; she had wondered off again and before she knew it she was stranded in the middle of the woods with the rain looming. Luckily she wasn't totally lost and found her way back even though she'd encountered most of the rain.She began to shiver from the wet clothes and quickly removed her coat, hanging it outside. Her dress was damp and clung to her like second skin. Running up to her room she left her door ajar she proceeded to take off the dress. Mid-way she stopped abruptly; it almost felt like she was being watched. Shaking the silly notion from her mind she changed into the drier clothes and took her soiled dress to be washed."Do I smell spaghetti," Dean grinned as he walked into the kitchen."Indeed you do," she replied whilst serving it into a large dish for them all."Dante, Dan get down here, dinner's ready!" yelled Dean before he sat down with her."Mmmmmmmm, delicious," Dante said as he smelt the food."Where's Daniel?" she asked as the two brothers dished out for themselves."I'm going out" came Daniel's reply as he leaned against the kitchen door."Can't you at least sit down for ten minutes? After all she's gone through the trouble of cooking for tonight," Dean said."I'm sorry Ari, but my friends are expecting me" replied Daniel as sweetly as he could. He wanted to be as far away as possible from her. He was still angry with her from earlier."I'll keep some for you," she said, but by the time she turned around he was gone."Ignore him. He's just being a jerk from earlier," smiled Dante."Well more for us," grinned Dean before putting in another mouthful.Ari-Ana was reading her book quietly in front of the lamp in the front room when she heard the door open. She realised it must be Daniel and went back to her book. She frowned when she heard a female voice too; another of his conquests no doubt."Shhh you'll wake up the whole house," came his voice which sounded a little slurred."In an hour they will," answered the girl in a giggle making Ari-Ana shiver in disgust."Go up, my room is the third on the left," Daniel instructed the girl before closing and locking the door.Just as he reached the staircase, he noticed the dim light coming from the sitting room."Well well if it isn't little miss bookworm," he mocked as he walked in to find her sitting quietly."You're 'girlfriend' is waiting for you," she replied without taking her eyes off the page.He was too tipsy to answer and remembering the girl turned around and headed up the stairs.Anger rose deep within her. They'd never got on since childhood. His brothers were fantastic, but Daniel was a completely different enigma altogether. She continued to read pushing away her thoughts until sleep consumed her.Slowly getting up, she headed towards her room which was a floor below his. She could hear the annoying giggles of the girl. She was too tired to think or care about the situation, as long as it didn't involve her, he could do as he well damn pleased.The morning sun shone right into her eyes as she slowly opened them. The day definitely seemed warmer and drier than yesterday. Sitting up she stretched her arms before leaning back and planning her day. Going out for most of the day was top of the agenda so she'd first have a shower, eat breakfast and then head out. The guys wouldn't mind, so she was free as a bird."Hey hey, what's the plan for the day?" Dean asked with his usual bright smile when he saw her walk in. She was his little 'sister'."I'll be out for most of the day, planning to get some reading done outside then go out with some friend later" she replied whilst filling a little basket with fruit."Good morning Mr. Noisy," winked Dean as Daniel walked into the kitchen.Ari-Ana blushed at the remark and only Daniel's eyes caught this."Stop teasing him Dean. But he's right you were a little noisy," smirked Dante before he burst out laughing."Can I help it if women find me irresistible?" Daniel replied before taking a bite from an apple."Is she still here?" asked Dean."Sorry big brother, she just left," before taking another bite."You heart-breaker," laughed Dante."I'll see you later guys," Ari-Ana said before exiting quickly."Dude you do owe her an apology for last night" Dean said more seriously looking in Daniel's direction."What for? I had to go out," he replied shrugging his shoulders."Yeah, but you could've sat with us for a little while. You know she didn't get lost deliberately" continued Dean."Just lay off guys, I did apologise. If she's stupid enough to get caught in the rain, then that's not my problem," he continued."Daniel! That's enough!" Dante barked.Daniel just walked off to have a shower himself. He didn't need all this aggro from his brothers."What the hell was that about?" Dean asked puzzled."Beats me. Hey you don't think?" Dante asked with a frown on his face."What, that he likes her but is being a total asshole about it? Come on-you've seen the way he is with her?" Dean said laughing out loudly. But the same thought had also crossed his mind too.Ari-Ana sat on a thick layered blanket out on the meadow. She was soaking up the sun whilst she read. Lost in her book she didn't hear footsteps coming up from behind her. Suddenly her book was snatched off her hands."Don't you ever get bored of reading?" asked Daniel flicking through the pages."Don't you ever get bored with picking on me," she replied with her hand out."Whatever. I hope you don't plan on getting lost or being late again. I'm tired of those two constantly on my back because of you," his words had such venom as he handed the book back."I said I was sorry. I lose track of time easily, I honestly didn't mean to get you into trouble," she replied."Hmmm. Well maybe if you got your head out of the clouds and back into the real world you wouldn't be the way you are," he said looking at her intensely. He could still remember the outline of her curves as he'd walked past her whilst she was changing."What the hell is that supposed to mean?" anger in her words."You shouldn't be sitting here by yourself with your nose stuck in a book. You should be..."He never got to finish."Under a man, pleasuring him?" she abruptly replied.For the first time in his life Daniel was stunned at an answer. He quickly composed himself. "I mean look at you! I'm embarrassed to be seen with you," he said."What?!" looking at him in bewilderment more than anger."I may spend my nose in books, but you spend yours in my business," she replied calmly. She couldn't believe her ears, who did he think he was talking to her like that? He'd always been distant with her from the start. Sometimes if looks could kill she's be dead.Oh no he thought. This wasn't the reaction he was expecting from her. The hurt in her eyes and voice was evident and he mentally kicked himself for making such stupid remarks. She had a habit of getting under his skin. She didn't do anything; it was the way she was.Too lost in thought that he didn't notice she wasn't with him anymore. She'd walked off. He couldn't believe it. No woman had ever done this to him before; they idolised and worshipped the ground he walked upon. She didn't.Ari-Ana stormed into the house and went straight for her room-slamming the door so loudly that Dean and Dante rushed out of their rooms."Daniel," they both said in union.The next few days there was a lot of tension between the two; neither of them spoke to each other. She was too angry and he was too proud.Daniel went around the house looking for his brothers. Just as he was wondering where they might be, he walked into the kitchen. He groaned inwardly when he saw her. She was eating cereal."Erm hi. Where are the guys?" he attempted to make it as polite as possible."Out at a concert," she replied."I'm off too. I might not be back tonight, so don't wait up for me," he said."I won't," her answer had no feeling.Once she heard the door slam, she looked up from her bowl. She could still feel his eyes on her like that day in the meadow. Padding off to her bed, she began to feel a warm tingling feeling in the pit of her belly. Knowing full well that she was all alone till the early hours of dawn, she decided to make full use of it. Once inside the bed, she slowly pulled her nightdress off and then proceeded with her pants before spreading her thighs.She began teasing her nipples, pulling and twisting them till she could feel her nether lips puffy and moist. She could feel her juices flowing freely out of her before reaching down to tease her slit. Moving her hand away a string of clear wetness clung to her fingers, this drove her over the edge making her jamb two fingers inside her vagina, as hard and as fast as she could, moaned in pain/pleasure. She kept repeating this up till up till she was ready to climax before stopping herself making the experience a delicious one.Leaving her heat and just concentrating on her breasts made her want to climax even more, but she didn't want to rush such a pleasurable thing. Now her juices were really flowing, she could feel them slide down her ass. Reaching down she grasped her clit between her finger and thumb and began to roll it vigorously. God it was hard and very sensitive. Working herself up to a maddening frenzy she began to pump her fingers back inside but harder this time, until an orgasmic wave washed over her, hard. The orgasm itself was so intense that she moaned loudly as her insides clenched from the pain.The whole thing had left her drained and she just managed to pull her nightdress over herself before pulling the duvet and falling asleep. Luckily the door was shut and locked, but being alone was something totally different and more private."We're going to a festival this Saturday night, wanna come," Dean asked Ari-Ana just as she was stepping out of the house."Sure. I'll ask my friends too. Count me in," she said before leaving."You think those two have made up," Dante asked before sitting down to have his late morning coffee."Donno, but that's their problem," Dean replied as honestly as he could.Saturday night came around after three days."Whoa young lady. Where do you think you're going dressed like that!?" Daniel's voice crept up behind her."What's the matter now?" she asked impatiently. Her friends were waiting for her."That dress is way too low," scolding her but never taking his eyes off of her.She looked very sultry in her chocolate brown dress which had a deep plunge giving an ample view of her breasts. It clung to all the right curves and the skirt part stopped just below her knees flowing freely. Her smoky eyes enhanced her brown shade and her lips looked enticing with the brownish/red gloss. Her dark brown hair hung off her shoulders in loose ringlets making her look like seductress. Though she wore flat shoes, he only dwarfed her slightly."I'm already late as it is," she replied whilst pulling on her wrap."There are lots of jerks at these places," he finally said.Without replying she left him starring after her. When had she become a woman? All those times reading, when did she have time to fill out so nicely. He shook his head. How couldn't he think of her like that, did Dante and Dean too?Unaware to him, his brothers had watched the scene and nudging each other. Yes she did look beautiful but they saw her as their 'sister'. The look in Daniel's eyes told something completely different. Lust."Hey Ari, we thought you'd never make it," Lucy teased."I was being given a lecture by Daniel," she explained."Mmm wouldn't mind being lectured by him or his brothers. God they're a handsome lot," Lucy said dreamily."Well if you like arrogant, self-righteous men, go for it," Ari-Ana replied."What Dean and Dante?" asked a shocked Gwen."Oh no, they're lovely," she said.Just as she finished her sentence the three brothers came towards them. Lucy was right all three were tall and handsome. Whereas Dante and Dean looked sweeter, Daniel looked gorgeous. All three were well built and very masculine, but he was something different. Women were drawn to him instantly and he made full use of his natural charms.Daniel looked at Ari-Ana with a disapproving look and she was quick to catch it and also to ignore it. A girl walked up to Daniel and gave him a passionate kiss in-front of them. Everyone whistled making him respond by pulling the girl closer in.The music was great to dance to and people were allowed to leave and enter when they pleased. At one point Ari-Ana was swaying her hips with a handsome looking guy. Daniel's eyes never left the couple. He could tell she was oblivion to her surroundings because she was genuinely modest. After the dance the guy kissed her cheek and walked off. She too left the tent but in the opposite direction. He followed her.She was standing on a patch of grass and looking straight ahead into the far distance when and strong hand grabbed her elbow and spun her around to face an angry looking Daniel."Where in hell did you learn to dance like that?" he whispered angrily."Let go of me," she shot back as she moved away."I told you that dress top is too low, now you'll have all the men getting the wrong impression," he flatly stated. He knew what guys like that were after and she was too naïve to see it. Even the girl with him tonight was nothing compared with Ari-Ana. He'd never seen nor accepted her as a sister but more like a thorn in his side. However tonight he'd felt like fucking her hard and he was sure most the guys here felt the same too."I'm 24 years old; I'm not a child anymore! Stop manhandling me, treat me with some respect and stop poking your nose where it's not wanted," her voice was getting louder.God he could strangle her."Why don't you both do us a favour and go back to your whore," she replied."Why would I do that, when I've got you," the words left his mouth before he could stop them.Her eyes widened at his words. She walked up to him, "You bastard," and slapped him as hard as she could. Even in the dim light she could see an imprint of her hand beginning to appear. Her hand stung from the force of the blow and so did her eyes from the tears they formed. Turning around she walked off, leaving a very stunned Daniel rooted to the spot.Fifteen minutes later Daniel went back in to rejoin the group. The girls looked at his face in shock as did his brothers."Hey little brother, what happened to you?" Dante asked when he noticed the red hand-print on his brother's left cheek."I got put in my place by Ari," he replied meekly."Where is she anyway?" asked Lucy looking around the tent."Beats me. You know how strong-headed she can be," laughed Gwen."Guys I have a really bad feeling. I don't think she's just walked off too cool down. She's not that irresponsible," Daniel said. He just had an eerie feeling; especially about the guy was dancing with her."Wow Dan you look really serious. Should we be concerned?" asked Dean."I'll be less concerned once we find her. Come on," he said dragging his brothers away from the music and girls."Where exactly do we go?" asked an annoyed Dante."I'm starting over there in that disused barn," Daniel pointed out.His brothers took different directions. He walked up to the barn and looked through the ajar door. The scene practically made his eyes pop out of their sockets. There on the hay lay Ari-Ana with guy from earlier between her spread thighs. However something just didn't look right. She lay motionless beneath him and that when it hit him in the pit of his stomach that she was being raped.With uncontrollable anger he ran towards them and grabbed the guy off her then punched him out cold with his fist. Running over to her, he looked at the damage the prick had caused. She was out cold. There was a big bruise forming on her right cheek and her dress had been pushed up. Her thighs had finger marks already forming and her vagina was looking slightly red. He quickly covered her up and carried her in his arms.As he walked through the barn door, he saw Dean and Dante running frantically towards them."Oh my God," Dean whispered."I found that prick trying to rape her," he answered calmly."I'm calling the police, you two take her home and take one of her friend's with you," said Dean as he began to dial.Gwen volunteered to go with them. She along with Daniel cradled her in the car, but she didn't come around."The asshole must've punched her real hard," Gwen said bitterly."Let's just take her upstairs and get her into bed. She'll be sore for the next few days," Daniel said whilst stroking her head."How is she?" Dante asked when he saw Gwen appear."Well I've cleaned her up as much as I could. She'll have more bruises, but they'll heal. Oh by the way, I don't think penetrated her. She's lucky you got there when you did," Gwen informed them."Thank God," Dante said. Looking over at Daniel he noticed how quiet he was."Are you ok Dan?" he asked."What the fuck do you think?" he said before storming upstairs and slamming the door."He'll be fine. Just a shock for him," Gwen said reassuringly.Ari-Ana opened her eyes slowly, her head pounded. She reached out to touch her cheek and God did it hurt. She tried to remember. All she saw was a guy forcing his tongue into her mouth and when she tried to push him off his hand made contact with her face and then nothing.A noise brought her out of her thoughts. She saw Gwen making herself comfortable on the rocking chair."Gwen?" she whispered."Ari! You're awake. How are you feeling?" Gwen asked walking up to her."Sore, my head anyway. What happened?" she said trying to sit up before she realised it was a bad move."Do you remember anything?" she asked whilst pouring her some water."Only a guy hitting me and then... nothing," she said with a frown."Honey you missed everything. Daniel punched the guy's lights out and he's been taken by the police," she laughed."Did he. Erm you know..." she couldn't finish her sentence."No. Daniel got there just in time," Gwen answered. "The police will want to speak with you too, but only when you're ready.""I'd like to be alone please," she said before looking away.Gwen placed the glass next to the bed-side table and closed the door behind her.Ari-Ana turned her face to look outside the window. Was it her fault that she nearly got attacked, even though she couldn't remember anything? He had warned her, but she thought he was interfering as usual. She closed her eyes."How is she?" Dean asked. He hadn't slept all night, in-fact no-one except for Ari-Ana had."Well she's awake, but she doesn't remember much which is somehow a good thing I guess," Gwen said before collapsing onto the sofa."Let's try and get some sleep otherwise we'll be useless," Dante said whilst throwing on a blanket over her.Ari-Ana turned towards her door when heard it open. In walked Daniel with nothing on except a pair of black shorts. Under different circumstances she would've found him attractive, but her head hurt too much to think."Hey Ari, how are you feeling?" he asked smiling as friendly as he could."Besides my cheek and head, I'll survive," she said.Remembering last night made him angry. "How could you be so bloody careless?" he suddenly said."Daniel, under normal circumstances I'd love to indulge you to a defence but I have no strength to argue and my head feels like a train passed over it" she simply replied.He felt guilty attacking her like that, but he would never have forgiven himself if he hadn't gotten there on time either.Weeks had passed from the incident and everyone seemed to be putting it behind them including Ari-Ana, she was grateful that she couldn't remember much as well as the attacker had been caught. However Daniel seemed to have problem. Every time he closed his eyes he could see the image of them and how motionless she was. He kept wondering if she'd encouraged him but then it got out of hand, with the way she looked that night he'd been enticed too.One evening she'd left tea to brew in the kitchen whilst taking a shower. Thinking she was alone instead of getting changed first she went downstairs, whilst sipping her tea, she heard a soft gasp and spun around to find Daniel standing at the doorway still as a statue staring at her.She only had a towel which went till mid-thigh; her hair which normally was straight swept behind her ears. Standing the way she did left little to the imagination. She smiled at him before picking up her tea and heading to the sofa."I thought no-one was home," she said sitting down in a way that kept her as modest as possible."I just came back," he replied, following her."I'm just going to drink this then head up stairs," taking another sip and letting the warmth sooth her throat.As he sat next to her, watching her intently as she swallowed each sip and traced the droplets of water as they cascaded down her neck and disappeared between her breasts. He felt himself harden instantly. Was she playing with him?He was brought out of his thought when she leaned forward and pecked him on his cheek. Her lips were as light as a feather; she smelt a rich mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. His reaction was to kiss back. She opened her mouth as he ran his tongue along her bottom lips gently before pushing it and stroking her tongue with his. She moaned at the touch and leaned backwards taking him with her.He fumbled with the towel, but finally managed to open it before placing a palm over her breast and kneading it softly before rolling her nipples between his fingers. She arched her back and he took it as an invitation to bend down and take the hard nub between his lips and suck on it hard. She moaned in response. He went on to do exactly the same to her other breast before moving up to her throat and sucking on the hollow area-most girls he knew went crazy and she was no exception.With his other hand he let it travel down her belly and delve between her soft thighs. Her mound felt free of hair and he smiled at the discovery. He ran his fingers up and down her slit which already began to gather some moisture and moved up to rub her clit which was swollen as he went back to her nipples alternating between them.The next time he touched her slit, the lips were very puffy. Very carefully he pushed in his in middle finger. She felt hot and tight. Feeling no resistance he pushed the entire length in, her hips jumped slightly. He was a little disappointed not to be her first, but was enjoying the moment too much. He placed his finger in his mouth. She tasted sweet. She was ready.As he leaned back to unbuckle his jeans, he noticed her breathing was shallow and steady. She'd fallen asleep!!! He couldn't believe his luck. She looked so peaceful that he almost laughed aloud at the situation. He was horny as hell. She'd got him so worked up and nowhere to go. He had a choice of his hand or real pussy. He chose real pussy.The next morning she woke up to find herself in a towel, and then last night came into her mind. She blushed when she remembered his touch and how his finger had felt inside of her and then... nothing. She must've fallen asleep because of the tea and he'd brought her upstairs. She felt a little stupid.She got up and pulled on some clothes when she heard Daniel's voice from the landing below. She ran out of her room but stopped dead on her tracks when she saw the girl from the concert. It looked like she was leaving and giving him one of her farewell kisses. Her heart sank. Before she realised, tears fell down her cheeks.She had been so close to giving herself last night only for the idiot to go after someone else. As Daniel closed the door, she wasn't quick enough to dash back without being unseen. He just shrugged what difference did it make she wasn't available but this brunette was.Dean and Dante were still not back from the night before. She was busy cleaning up her room when she felt his presence behind at the doorway. She tried her best to ignore him, but he didn't seem to take the hint. Daniel was the first to break the silence. He was still pissed off from last night."I'd appreciate if you didn't spy on me next time," he suddenly said."I wasn't. I didn't know you had a friend over," she quickly replied."Can you blame me? You get me all worked up and then fall asleep," he shot back."It was the tea and I don't want to discuss it please," she finally said."Well I do. Is this your trait falling asleep under men? How did you ever lose your virginity?" he mocked stepping into her room."What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you implying what happened was my fault? Just because I wanted to look nice means any man has the God given right to force his dick into me?" she shouted.The crudeness of her words left him speechless. She continued."Oh and one more thing, just because you managed to get a finger all the way in does not imply that I'm not a virgin Casanova" throwing the towel onto the bed she stormed out pushing past him. He ran after her.He found her on the landing sobbing violently. He went over and took her in his arms. At first she struggled, but then gave in. She needed strong arms and a soothing voice to tell her everything would be ok.She pulled away and looked up into his eyes. "Why do you hate me so much?""I could never hate you. You're my Ari," he replied kissing her hair."But you've always treated my differently," she said puzzled at his answer."They've always seen you as their little sister, ever since you were born, I did too," he said."Did?" frowning at his last word."As you began to grow I realised I just didn't feel about you the same way as they did. I guess I treated you differently cos I thought there was something wrong with me for feeling the way I do about you. The more I'd push you away the easier it would be, but when I saw you in the barn, I..." he stopped."Shush. I'm ok. I didn't know, I always thought you hated me, but now I see you don't. But why did you go to her last night? Her voice was full of hurt and sorrow."Because I'm an idiot. Because I wanted you and she was the closest thing I could find. Because I wanted to be our first," he said stroking her hair."But I've never been with anyone," she said."I know hun," he said leaning in to kiss her lips when they heard his brothers' voices called after them.Dean and Dante noticed that for the past few weeks Daniel and Ari-Ana had spent a lot of time together. Sometimes alone. They were happy, but knowing their brother they hoped he could maintain this attitude."Hey you don't think, well you know," grinned Dean."Ewww, that's our brother and 'sister' you're talking about. You've got such a nasty mind" replied Dante one evening when they were going on a night out with their dates."Just saying what's on my mind," he said with a cheeky grin.Whatever was on people's mind, Dante hoped Daniel would do the right thing and stop acting like such an asshole he sometimes was.Daniel and Ari-Ana sat on his bed listening to soft music. Her head rested on his shoulder and his hand stroked the side of her arm. She lifted her head and turned around to face him, before leaning in to kiss him. He lazily opened his mouth but she sat back making him snap his eyes open. What she did next surprised him.She pulled her t-shirt off and tossed onto the chair next to the bed. Daniel had a naked woman from the waist up and he was staring at her like an idiot. Sensing his shock, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts and let him do the rest. She sucked in her breath sharply as he began to softly knead her breasts before sitting up and leaning in to kiss the sensitive undersides. His mouth worked restlessly against her breasts, weighing the firm mounds and teasing the rosy pink tips until they tautened. He took one nipple into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue before moving onto the next. He kept doing this for a while before sitting back and watching the wet trails he had left on her. His fingers were strong and rough, enough to arouse but not enough to bruise.Pulling her towards him, he lightly rolled her onto her back and began to cover her belly and navel in wet trails too before reaching her pants. Hooking his fingers into the sides, she helped him roll them down hips, thighs and legs until they were discarded with her t-shirt. Kneeling before her spread thighs he stared at her pussy which lightly glistened. She fought back a soft moan as his mouth descended upon her virgin flesh making her shiver. He dragged his tongue over her flesh in a long, slow stroke from her asshole to her clit making her squirm. Over and over again, he licked her, each stroke teasing soft, muffled sounds from her throat. The feeling of his tongue sliding deep inside her making her quake from head to toe. His tongue lightly lapped into her cunt and watched as she writhed on the bed. She couldn't stop or help herself. He slipped one long finger into her tight slick heat causing her to arch as her pussy dripped and juiced for him. Ari-Ana gasped at the intrusion and the pleasure he caused her. She fought to keep from lifting her hips against his mouth. His lips closed around her clit teasingly, tugging gently. The more he licked, the more her body tightened. She had to swallow hard as she came from crying out too loudly. He removed his finger and she watched as he sucked his finger with her juices still on it.Recovering from her climax she sat up to help him remove his t-shirt and help he take her place. She looked at him dazed but leaned forward to suck on the hollow part of his throat just like he had done that night. She felt his heat through his shorts poking her belly. Continuing her feather like kisses she moved down to his nipples tugged his ring on the left, each tug caused him to go harder. She moved down until she reached his throbbing member which jerked as she took hold of it through the fabric. He helped her remove his shorts and he smiled at her reaction. She studied the large shaft with its throbbing veins visibly pulsing before using her finger to trace the head and smear the pre-cum across it, dragging her nail lightly along the slit. He gasped at her touch.Gently she ran her hand up and down his shaft using his natural lubrication. She bent forward and circled the glans with the tip of her tongue before feathering it across with the lightest of kisses. The muscles in his back strained as she teased him before she finally guiding him into her hot, moist mouth. Experimentally she alternated between licking, sucking, stroking and teasing his glans and balls. Hearing his desperate groans she finally settled into a steady rhythm. Gripping the base, she was able to suck on the head whilst pumping his shaft.His fingers reached down to lace into her hair and encourage her to take him in deeper. She continued this for a while before taking her mouth off of him only to slide back down on him again. God, her mouth felt so good. The constant bobbing of her head and low humming sent sharp vibrations of pleasure through the course of his body and before he knew it he felt his balls tighten and glans swell with the oncoming release he so desperately needed.He pulled her off him. "Ari if you continue like that I can't be held responsible for my actions" he moaned. Straddling his hips, she threw one leg over and spread her thighs as wide as possible. Taking hold of his throbbing dick, Daniel rubbed it up and down her slit feeling the juices scolding the tip. With gentle care he lined it with her entrance and began to push upward until he slipped in. Taking hold of her hip he pushed a little harder until he was fully embedded within her. They both groaned in union.Once fully impaled, she began to rock back and forth shuddering at the fullness she felt, he was rewarded with a clenching squeeze around his cock. She began to pick up pace as she began to ride him faster and harder, grinding herself against his pubic bone. Arching her back, she presented him with an enticing view of her breasts as they bounced and swayed with each movement. Her parted lips and half closed eyes were enough to make him sit up and take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard on it.He lay back again and she reached forward and laced her fingers with his as they continued to make love. Suddenly her back stiffened, her pussy squeezed and contracted hard around his cock to hold him deep inside of her as she came. He began to thrust upwards making the intensity of climax tenfold. She whimpered as she felt pulsing shots of cum being released deep inside her womb. Her snug walls instinctively clenched around his shaft milking him dry.They both felt complete. Ari-Ana collapsed onto his chest with him buried deep inside of her. Her heart was racing as was his. He rubbed her back which lulled her into sleep, but she didn't want to. Making little circles around his left nipple with the ring, she tried to match her breathing with his."I love you," she finally said."I love you too. I love you more for choosing me to be your first," he replied.She blushed at his remark. She was about to say something when he got there first. He sat up taking her with him, still intimately joined."Marry me, Ari. Please say yes," his voice was full of love and sincerity."Don't you want to share the news with Dean and Dante too?" she asked with a big smile.His eyes radiated with love at her answer."Nah, let's stay here and practice for our wedding night" he said rolling her underneath him.END |
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gangbang.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/32/gangbang.txt | Ive been married to my wife, Linda for 5 years. Shes in her early 40s but looks younger. She has medium length blonde hair, stands about 5 6 tall and weighs about 125 lbs. She has long slender legs and small but perky tits. Linda is a very sexual woman and loves to show it. She stays out of the sun so her skin is white and velvety smooth. She always wears short skirts and heels but also has several button-up sun dresses that fit loosely around her chest so that when she bends over you can see her nipples exposed under her braless dress. She needs no permission from me since I always encourage her to dress sexy to tease. One of the games we play is for me to take her, by bus, to a grocery store in the not-so-nice part of town and let her shop and tease the Mexican and black men that are there. On the bus, I sit across from her pretending not to know her. She sits on the seat with her legs crossed and her dress or skirt riding high on her thighs so her panties are visible. I watch as men sit by her and stare at her or tell her how hot she looks. Sometimes, when the bus is crowded, she'll stand and let men rub up against her. On some occasions, I've noticed semen on the back of her dress meaning some man has ejaculated against her ass. Once at the store, Ill stand at a distance and watch as men brush up against her, touch her ass, or say something dirty to her. Then, we'll go back home and have hot sex while she and I both talk about it. But nothing would prepare us for what was to going to happen this last summer.It was a hot Saturday with the temperature reaching a high of 95 degrees. Hot weather always makes me horny and I knew the temperature that evening would be in the mid-80s, perfect for a night with my pretty wife dressed to tease. I told Linda I wanted to take her out teasing again, only this time at night. She agreed and I told her to wear something really sexy. I waited anxiously downstairs with a hard-on thinking about our night ahead. When Linda finally emerged from the bedroom, she looked like sweet slut. She had on a white terry cloth halter top that molded to her like a second skin. It tied in the back and the ties dangled sexily down the center of her sexy back. She was braless, so the outline from her nipples was plainly visible. She had on a matching pair of skin tight white terry cloth short shorts with draw strings on each side. She had cinched them up to pull up her shorts as high as possible so as to show as much leg and ass that she could. It was clear she was not wearing panties underneath because the cheeks of her ass and the outline of her pussy lips were clearly visible. The drawstrings were done in a knot and the strings dangled sexily at the sides of her long legs. Finally, she had chosen a pair of pretty pink heels with ankle straps. As for the way she had made up her face, the only way I could describe it was like a live fuck-doll. She had on bright red lipstick, shiny lip gloss and had put bright pink blush on her cheeks so they looked rosy red. She had done her hair up in a way that exposed her dainty neck and small ears, and she wore large silver hoop earrings. She had also painted her fingernails and toenails crimson red and had a silver slave bracelet around her upper arm. She had topped it off with the sexiest smelling perfume I have ever smelled. "Oh yeah!" I managed to grunt. My cock was now rock hard and I was ready to go. We left the house and walked to the bus stop.As we boarded the bus, the driver leered at Linda's long legs and sexy outfit as she climbed the steps. We sat down in our usual spots across from one another in the seats just in front of the back row. When Linda sat down, she sat in the window seat so that men could sit next to her. She crossed her sexy legs and pretended not to know me. I sat in the aisle seat across from her so I could watch her. The bus was almost deserted. Stop after stop and no men were getting on board. I was feeling a little disappointed at the lack of men on the bus when we stopped at the next bus stop. We were far away from our home and in the "project" area of town, when 5 black and Mexican youths boarded. They had obviously been drinking and were rowdy as they got on board. It was also clear from the bandanas and colors they wore that they were members of a street gang. As they walked toward the back of the bus, the apparent gang leader stopped right next to where Linda was sitting. "Yeah.... real nice lady!," he said. "Fuckin nice!" said another. I was beginning to feel a twitch in my cock as the boys leered at my wife. One of the boys turned toward her and rubbed his crotch, only inches from her face. He kept rubbing his crotch as he leered at her. "Real nice lady," he said. I could tell Linda was getting aroused. She uncrossed and re-crossed her long white legs in front of the boys as she licked her red lips, but did not look at them. "Hey honey, you're givin us boners," said the boy as he continued to rub his now bulging cock which was now quite evident pressing against the thin material of his loose fitting pants. Then he reached out and lightly brushed his hand against her rosy red cheek. "She's real sweet boys.""Yeah," said another. By now, all the boys had gathered around Linda. Two were standing in the back row behind her, two were standing in front of her and facing her, and the boy rubbing his crotch stood to her side. One of the boys behind her reached over her shoulder and put his hand inside the front of her top. Then, he pulled out his cock and started to rub it against her dainty neck as he fondled her breasts. Linda made no attempt to stop him and just sat still. From the look on her face, I don't think she was prepared for this and to be honest, neither was I. "I think she likes it," said the boy behind her. His cock had grown to full size and was huge. The boy who was standing at her side pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her face. "Those hoops look like big cock-rings," he said. With that, he inserted his cock inside the hoop of my wife's earring and then rubbed it against her neck. The black boy in the back had been pumping his cock slowly as he felt her tits. His cock was huge, at least 11 or 12 inches long and very thick. Then he blurted, "I think this pretty white cock tease needs a hard fucking." He happened to look at me and caught my expression. Then he saw the ring on my finger. He looked at Linda and saw a wedding band as well. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You're her old man and want to watch your pretty white wife take some black and brown cock, right?" At that point I became genuinely afraid. I protested saying, "Please, don't. We were just having fun." "Hey man," said the youth. "This cuckold white boy lets his little white wife show off her legs and tits on a bus at night, and then doesn't want to play. Let me tell you something white boy. In the Hood, when a white slut teases, she'd better be willing to go all the way." With that, he walked around to where my wife was sitting, grabbed her legs and pulled them around so she was sitting sideways with her legs in the aisle. "Spread her smooth white thighs," said the black boy, and with the help of two other boys, they pulled her long slender legs apart. At that point, Linda was clearly afraid and actually began to fight them, but they were too strong for my sweet 125 lb wife. When they had spread her legs apart, the black boy pulled her terrycloth shorts aside and rubbed his cock along the slit of her pussy. "Oh fuck, nice! he exclaimed. "Oh yeahhhh," one of the boys exclaimed as he watched his friend rub his cock against her pussy slit. "Okay boys, I think it's time to fuck this slut's married pussy," said the black boy. Thats when they laid her down and surrounded her from the front, back and sides of the row of seats, and began feeling her up. Ten hands were now roaming all over my wife's delicate body. I was terrified but also becoming somewhat aroused at what I was seeing. Here I was, watching my pretty wife being molested by many large brown and black hands. The contrast of her creamy white body against their large dark hands, coupled with the knowledge that a street gang was about to rape my wife, was getting me hard. Then the gang leader said, "Now we're gonna show you what happens to pretty little white wives when they cock tease." He took his now fully erect cock, pulled my wife's shorts aside, and inserted it into my Linda's sweet pussy. He began pumping obscenely as he fondled her breasts. Another boy held her head up so she was forced to watch what was happening to her. "Oh fuck! This bitch has a tight hot pussy!" said the black boy as he fucked my wife. "Yeah cuckold. You're little white slut wife is getting fucked by a black boy. And let me tell you man, she's one hot fuck," said the boy as he plunged his enormous cock in and out of her. "So you like to tease bitch? Do you also like this?" the boy asked as he continued to fuck her obscenely. Then he began taunting me. "What's the matter man? Can't you satisfy this fuck-doll's needs? I'm givin her what she's been asking for all along and I'm gonna plant my seed in your wife's sweet white pussy while you watch." By now, I had my cock out and I was masturbating. The sight of his cock disappearing in and out of the sides of my wife's shorts was about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Not only was the sight of a woman in short shorts getting fucked very exciting, but that woman was my very own sweet wife! It was also very nasty because it insinuated that her outfit was a sex outfit that allowed men the right to fuck her at will, not even bothering to undress her to do it. Finally, the boy's eyes began to cross and glaze over. He looked in my direction and grunted, "Now, I'm gonna cum inside your wife." With that, he grunted to Linda, "Take... my.... hot... jizz... fuck-doll!" and began ejaculating inside her. By now, I was stroking myself rapidly as I watched him cumming in my wife. Apparently, he hadn't had sex in a while because he continued to tense and buck which gave me a pretty good indication that he was spraying load after load of cum deep inside her womb. "UHHHHHHHH!" he exclaimed as he pumped her full of semen. Finally, he was done and pulled out his huge cock. I could see that the bottom part of my wife's shorts were sopping wet from her own wetness as well as the boy's cum, and some of his cum had run down the side of her leg. But they weren't done with her yet. The boy who had been rubbing his cock on her face said lustfully, "I'm gonna fuck her up her ass.""Please don't," I said. "Not there... Please." Now I was genuinely scared. Linda had never let me do her anally and told me she was very small back there. However, I noticed Linda had gone limp. Was she getting turned on, or had she given up and was submitting to what amounted to a gang rape? The boys turned her around roughly so that the upper part of her body was laying face down on the seat and she was kneeling down with her ass over the edge of the aisle seat. He knelt down behind her, pulled her shorts down below her ass, and started to rub his cock as he watched her. "I think this white wife needs an ass-fucking!!" said the boy who was about to sodomize her. I could hear the muffled sound of "Yeahhhh!" and groans as the boys reveled in lust as they watched my wife squirm. The boy who was behind her was huge and rock hard as he put the head of his cock up against my wife's soft white ass, rubbing against it. "Oh yeah, she has a fuckin' sweet ass," said the boy with lust written all over his face. "And look, the cuckold is jackin' off watching while we get ready to ass-fuck his wife." He looked at me with a perverted smile and said, "Now watch, cuckold, while I fuck your wife up her sweet ass." He pushed his cock slowly inside my wife's anus. Linda grimaced and cried out in pain as he penetrated her virgin asshole. "YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!" he exclaimed as he held her hips and slowly pumped his cock in and out of her hole. Linda's head was turned to one side and another boy had taken advantage of her moaning by inserting his cock into her open mouth. He began fucking her mouth as she lay there submissively. "Oh fuck. Oh yeah!" said the boy who was mouth fucking her. Then he began talking dirty to her. "Hey honey, your pretty red lips look real hot around my big brown cock. I'm gonna cum in your mouth and make you drink it down. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Mmmmfff..." was all Linda could say as her face was stuffed with big Mexican cock shoving in and out of her pretty mouth. "You sure do have a pretty face honey. Maybe I'll cum in your mouth and all over that pretty white face of yours," said the Mexican boy nastily. Meanwhile, the black boy who was now fucking her up her ass was panting and grunting. "Uhhhhhhggg... nice ass fuck," he said. "Yeah! Sodomize her!" yelled another boy who was standing over her jacking off. The other boys were continuing to feel her up as they jacked off over her. They especially seemed to like her inner thighs and ass and squeezed and fondled those areas with lust written all over their faces. Finally, the boy who was fucking her up her ass grunted, "MUTHAFUCKAH!! I'm gonna cum up her ass!" and then began thrashing his head back and forth. Linda cried out indicating he was actually spraying his hot semen up her ass. The boy unloaded deep inside her which set the boy off who was fucking her face. "Yeahhhh, I'm cummin in her sweet mouth," he said as his cock tensed and his face twisted with perverted pleasure. Both boys were now dumping loads of cum in my wife's ass and mouth. The boy receiving the blow job, then pulled his cock out of her mouth and began squirting cum on her face. My wife's face and hair quickly became criss-crossed with sticky white jizz. Then, one by one, each boy mounted her from behind and sodomized her with their huge cocks. Then, they would grunt like pigs as they deposited their hot loads deep into my loving wife's anus. Watching my wife being gang raped along with more and more cum deposited up her sweet ass sent me over the edge. "Oh Linda!" was all I managed to say as I shot my load all over the floor of the bus. When it was finally over, Linda hair was tousled and her face covered in cum. Her ass was full of cum and much of it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. The gang leader looked at me and said, "Bring your little whore wife back anytime and we'll give her some more action." Then they got off at the next bus stop. I just looked at Linda and she looked back as the boys got off the bus. We decided to ride it back home and on the way, Linda looked confused. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer and so I laid her down on the back row of seats and fucked her like a wild man as I looked at her cum stained hair and face. I came inside her sopping wet pussy added my cum to her already full pussy. Afterward, I felt guilty at what I had allowed to happen. I said, "Linda I'm sorry. I hope you're okay." Linda looked at me and just smiled back. Then, she moved to the middle seat at the back of the bus so she was looking down the aisle, spread her legs wide and began fingering her pussy. Finally, she let out a low moan and had a huge orgasm which told me that not only was she okay, she had enjoyed it. When we got off at our bus stop I noticed the driver had fresh cum stains on his pants. Apparently, he had been watching her masturbate from his big rearview mirror and had jacked himself off. "Here's your money back," he said with a smile. "You can ride with me for free anytime.... as long as your pretty wife is nice to me." Needless to say, we took full advantage of his offer. It turned out that instead of us depositing change in the bus' toll box, the driver pulled over and deposit his cum in my wife's mouth. Then he took us on his evening route where she got fucked in the back of the bus while I watched and jacked off some more. What a wife! END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 32 |
switchx.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/24/switchx.txt | I had always thought myself a fortunate man, having a beautiful young wife that was willing to do anything I could possibly desire in bed. Amanda was a true looker, she was petite with long blonde hair, and an outstanding pair of "D" cup tits. When in our third year of marriage... For a while I had talked to her about trying a threesome. She would always ask me why. I told her, "Just thinking about you sucking some other guys cock get me so hard honey, I don't know what to do." After much discussion she told me that she would go through with it, but she wanted to know with who. I told her that I would take care of it. I also told her that she would have to be blindfolded the whole time so that she wouldn't get nervous or think that she would bump into this guy at the grocery store or something. She agreed, and my prick swelled inside my pants.Now the problem was, who the heck could I find that would fuck my wife? I would want to be able to trust the guy, that's all I need is to pick out a serial killer or something. And I would need to know he was clean. I interviewed several guys over the internet, but none really made the grade. So much time had passed that I think my wife had forgotten about it.The answer came to me one day when we were having a BBQ over my father-in-laws house. We had been sitting around drinking some beers bulshitting with her dad. He was always talking about getting laid, since his wife had left him some years back. After about a six-pack apiece my wife got up to make some salad for dinner. As she walked away both me and her father looked at her nice round ass as she wiggled by in her little white shorts. Dad looked over at me and said, "You are on lucky sonofabitch to at a piece like that every night." I told him, "Thanks for making her, "pops" I tell you, that ass is like silk every night." He looked at me and sighed, "I tell ya if she weren't my little girl..." That's when it hit me, here was a guy who would keep her safe, I knew hadn't gotten laid in ages, and was definitely willing to fuck her. But would he go for it? I had to find out. "How would you like a piece of that ass dad?" He looked shocked, "W-what do you mean?"I told him about our plan for a threesome with her being blindfolded, "She'll never know," I assured him. He looked thoughtful. Just then she walked back into the room, her big tits jiggling in her white tank top. "What are you men talking about?" she asked sweetly."We were just making some plans for our next family outing," I said with a grin as I looked at her father. "Yes, I'll give you a call on that one son," he said to me.One week later the phone rang. Now it was up to me. I told my honey that I had finally found the right guy for the job. I told her we would be meeting him at the Holiday Inn on Friday at 9:00. It seemed like forever until Friday came. she was a little nervous as we were getting ready, I assured her of how beautiful she looked. I also got her to shave her pussy in the shower for our "guest". She looked hot, she was wearing a low cut front button sweater, with her white lace bra and matching panties, a little plaid skirt and some thigh highs. She had her best " fuck me red" lipstick on.We had arrived in the room about 8:30, after a few drinks to loosen her up. I could hardly walk, my cock was so hard. I sat her down on the bed and put the blindfold on her. "Are you sure you can't see hon?" I asked her. "Yes baby, I can't see a thing," she purred. "You know at first I was really scared, but know I'm really turned on honey," I was glad to hear that. "Now remember, no matter what, that blindfold stays on o.k.?" She nodded her head in agreement.Then there was a knock on the door. Quickly I got up and opened it. In strode her father, looking around nervously. "Relax I said, she's all ready for you." I walked back past him and sat behind her on the bed. I leaned over and began to kiss her neck, she let out a low moan of pleasure. "Just look at her," I told him, "Isn't she sexy?"He nodded his head in agreement. I reached around her and began to squeeze her nice tits between my fingers. He looked at her, then hesitantly reached out his hand to stroke his daughters face. She turned her face to let him touch it. HE slowly ran his fingers across her face and lips. When his fingers reached her lips she opened her mouth and began to suck them. I could see his hand begin to tremble.He reached out with his other hand and began to squeeze one of her tits. I reached around and put my hands under her skirt to rub her pussy, it was already wet. I then whispered in her ear, "Pull it out and suck it baby."She giggled an evil little laugh and nodded. Blindly she reached out and felt the front of his pants. She located the bulge in it and began to rub his through his pants. I could see the pre-cum staining his pants. Slowly she unzipped him and reached inside his pants, pulling his long hard cock out of his fly. It was about 8" and hard as a rock, I could see the veins pulsing on the uncircumcised shaft. She snaked out her long pink tongue and began licking the sides of it. Then slowly she took the head of it into her mouth bobbing up and down, working the lower shaft with her hand. I was worried that her old man was going to cum right there, with the look of pleasure on his face. "Here," I said. "Let me show you one of her tricks." With that, he stepped back and I stood her up. Then I began removing all of her clothes, as her father and I did the same. I then had her lie down on her back with her head hanging off of the edge. I knelt between her legs and started to lick her smooth pussy. She started to gasp and twitch. "Give me something to suck," she moaned. Her father leaned forward and fed his cock into her mouth. She opened up as he slid the entire length of his shaft down her throat. He didn't stop until his balls were resting on her eyes. He reached over and began to play with her pink nipples while he slowly worked his dick back and forth in her throat. She moaned even more. This was too much!! licking her pussy I could see her own father fucking her throat and squeezing her tits like a 2$ whore!! "Fuck her tits," I told him. He pulled his long dick out of her mouth that was dripping with saliva, and rubbed it between her big soft tits. She actually moaned with disappointment when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. I buried my tongue deep in her twat to keep her moaning as he began to fuck those gorgeous titties. From my vantage point I could see the round head of his cock pop out from between her tits every time he thrust forward, it was incredible.She then reached around and grabbed his ass to pull him forward. She began to lick his balls and finally his ass while he fucked her tits. I think it was too much for the old guy when she took her tongue and actually started to fuck his asshole with it, because he began to cum.He started gasping as he shot stream after stream of cum all over her tits and belly. Landing inches from my face.After that, he backed up and we took our hand and scooped up the cum off her body and fed it to her mouth as she squirmed for sexual release. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to fuck her. I slid underneath her and slid my cock into her sopping wet pussy. It was on fire! He climbed up behind her and took his newly hard cock and started inching it up her asshole. I couldn't believe how sexy the look on my wife's face was, when her own father slipped his rod up her tight pink asshole.I was so horny I began to fuck her like a slut, pounding into her from beneath, while her old man ravaged her asshole with his long member.I thought it could' get any better than this, until I felt her fathers hand on my cock! "I didn't know the old man was into this kind of thing," I thought, but he wasn't. He gripped my dick in his hand and slid his own cock the length of it, pressing the head into my wife's already stuffed pussy. She gasped out in surprise as he slowly worked both of our dicks into her stuffed pussy. Then I felt his nuts on mine, as he began to slide his dick back and forth in her pussy, dragging mine along with it.This was mind-blowing! I can't describe how strange it felt to have another man's dick rubbing on the inside my wife's pussy. She started to go nuts, as we started to fuck her faster and faster. I could feel her body tensing in a long awaited orgasm. When she came it was incredible, her whole body shook and spasmed as she screamed out loud washing me in her pussy juices. I thought she would tear our dicks off! That put her old man over the edge as he started to cum, I could feel his cock twitching against mine as he began to shoot hot streams of cum into his daughter. I couldn't take it anymore I grunted as I shot my seed into her overflowing pussy. I could feel my legs and thighs soaked with jism, but I didn't care.Quickly her father got up, and dressed. He mouthed, "thank you," as he walked out the door. My wife has since asked me who the "mystery" man was, I just tell her it was some guy I found on the internet.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 24 |
mywifebecomes1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/mywifebecomes1.txt | My wife Amy is 28 years old. She is 5ft 4 and has a firm and toned body. She uses the sunbed naked so she is golden brown from head to toe. Her eyes are green and her lips are soft and red. She always shaves her pussy as to keep it smooth and inviting at all times. Her hair is light brown and it sits just below her shoulders. She was a virgin when I met her 9 years ago and so was I. The only person that either of us had every fucked was each other.I had always dreamt of seeing Amy with another man. She would often dress up for me when we were in a different town where no one knew us. We'd go into a club and Amy would have on a short skirt and a string top. She would have a couple of drinks and then go to the restroom and put her knickers and bra into her handbag. She would go onto the floor without me a flirt with all the horny drunk men. To be honest this made me very jealous but I also loved it and I knew that she was doing it because I asked her to.Afterwards she would tell me about the hard cock she felt against her leg or about the 18 years old feeling her tits while they were dancing together. I knew Amy liked acting like a slut but I also know that she would never cheat on me. She loved me and this was just a sexy game that I wanted her to do because it turned me on so much. There were times when things got a bit too heavy and she would back out or I would have to stop some one from feeling her up but mostly she was in total control and we both loved it.One night while we were at home having a few drinks I asked her to play a sex game for me at the weekend. My 30 birthday was that weekend and it would be like a present for me. I wanted her to dress in a sexy revealing outfit that I could pick out for her. I would book a hotel room in another town and we would spend all day and night playing my sex game in that town. I said that I would like us to go from pub to pub, I would drive her around and I wouldn't drink. I wanted her on the other hand to get wasted.The sex game would be that we were not a couple and depending on the situation we were just friends or she was on her own. I wanted Amy to act like a complete whore all day and all night. I wanted her to flirt with every one, young and old. I wanted her to ooze sex appeal and I wanted every man who met her that day and night to feel that they had a chance to fuck her. At first she laughed at me, she said that she wouldn't be able to do that and that it might be dangerous. I explained that I would jump in if she wanted me to and the fact that I wouldn't be drinking I could drive her to safety if it was needed. Eventually she agreed but asked me not to expect too much.***We arrived at the hotel on Saturday afternoon and booked in. Amy jumped into the shower to get ready and I put the revealing outfit that I bought her on the bed. Amy finished showering and came into the bedroom. Her body was so sexy, so tanned and firm. She put on the outfit I had bought her. Her knickers were red and cotton. It was just a string to wrap around her hips and between her beautiful bum cheeks. The front piece was just about big enough to cover her fleshly pussy. I could easily see the shape of her lips against the red cotton material. I didn't bother bringing her a bra. Next she put on the short white silk skirt that I bought her for our sex game.The waist line was very low and the bottom of the skirt came a little higher than half way up her thighs. The top was red and was also made of silk. It had no straps and sat nicely half way across her round tits about 2 inches from her nipples. The bottom of her silk top showed off her sexy stomach which was helped by how low her skirt was on her hips. Her shoes were white with 4 inch heels. I wanted to fuck her brains out right there but I didn't say a word. She put on her make-up and straightened her hair. She looked at me and smiled "What do you think" she asked me. I told her that she looked prefect.She walked over to me and whispered into my ear, "It's your birthday today and I am going to be your little whore for the day." I could feel my cock growing in my boxers. "I will do anything you want me to and I'll do it willingly. I won't speak unless you say I can. I want to make you happy, all you have to do is ask." I was so horny. Amy sat on the bed with he legs open. I could see her red knickers. She was waiting for my instructions. This was something that I had always dreamt of and I wasn't going to let this chance pass me by.I told her that I was going to the bar down stairs and to follow me down in 5 minutes. I instructed her to pretend that she was on her own and to act like a complete whore from the first moment I saw her. She walked over to me again and whispered to me, "Yes master." I got up still hard and made my way to the bar. My heart was pounding in my chest. When I got there I ordered a coffee and sat at the back of the bar to wait for the games to begin. I was a bit disappointed because there was only one other person sitting at a table beside the main bar. I'd say he was in his early 40's. He was wearing a suit, he had dark black hair and looked to be in good shape. The barman was around 18 or 19 but he was a bit over weight and looked a bit innocent. I didn't really mind so much because it was just after 4pm and I knew that we wouldn't be hear all day anyways.It was nearly 15 minutes later when Amy came into the bar. She looked so fuckable, she looked ready for the task. Both men noticed her straight away but pretended not to look. Amy didn't even glance to see where I was. She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. I couldn't hear what was been said but I could see that she was introducing herself to the man in the suit. She shook his hand and just sat down beside him. I couldn't believe it. She looked so confident. They talked for almost 30 minutes, she seemed to be laughing at everything he said. She was touching his arm and flicking her hair. He loved it and Amy was acing like she loved it as well.She ordered another drink and she bought him one to. They continued laughing and joking until she got up and when to the bathroom. The man who I later found out was called Tom took off his suit jacket and tie. He couldn't believe his luck. I was starting to feel a little bit jealous to be honest. Normally I was drunk when Amy flirted with other guys for me. It was different looking at it from this angle. Amy came back and moved her chair closer to tom. She put her hand into her handbag and took out her knickers. My heart nearly stopped. She smiled at tom and gave them to him. His eyes lit up. He put them into his pocket as if it was the most natural thing in the world.Her nipples were standing erect as she quickly finished her drink. Tom stood up and went to the bar. Even from where I was sitting I could see that his pants were bulging. He was horny and he wanted to fuck my wife. Tom ordered some drinks and the barman disappeared to the back of the bar. He must be going to change a barrel I remember thinking. Amy looked over at me for a spilt second and smiled before tom arrived back to the table without the drinks. Before he had the chance to sit down Amy put her hand on his bulging cock. She rubbed it quickly but softly. Tom circled his head around the room to see it anyone was watching. For some reason he didn't see me or maybe he did, I'll never know. The barman was still gone so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed what my wife was doing.With toms eyes closed Amy could look over at me when ever she wanted to. She gave me an intense look and then moved her mouth hoping I would lip read her. She was saying to me, "Will I go further master." I nodded my head wondering what she would do. She opened his belt and pulled down his zip. She rolled down his pants boxers to his ankles. She grabbed his hard cock with her moist lips and began to suck it passionately. Her eyes never left mine the whole time. I nearly exploded in my boxers myself. There she was, my beautiful wife sucking some strangers cock for all she was worth. Tom was breathing heavy, he was going to come right hear in the middle of a bar in the afternoon. He fired his warm load into her mouth and she began to swallow it. She sucked out and swallowed every last drop of his seed. She continued to suck and lick his cock from a few minutes after he came. I could hear noise coming from behind the bar and so could my wife and tom. He fixed his pants back on and sat down beside my wife. The barman came over to their table with the drinks. I got up and made my way to the car park. When I got there I just sat in the car replaying in my mind what had just happened. 10 minutes later Amy opened the passenger seat door and sat into the car beside me. She lifted up her skirt and exposed her bare pussy to me. She was ringing wet and her lips were puffed up. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. "Yes master, I loved the taste of his cock in my mouth but it wasn't enough. I want more, I need more cocks and I want to be fucked by a gang of men. I want you to watch me been the dirty whore that I am."I couldn't believe how in to it she was. Maybe she would in fact do anything I asked her to. I still wasn't sure how I felt about seeing her suck off a stranger. Plus I was very surprised that it made her wet. I started up the car and begin to look for bars that had a lot of people in them. I stopped at an off license on the way to get Amy more drinks and she was knocking them back. One of her nipples was hanging out over her top. When I pointed this out to her she winked at me and said, "I know master. I want people passing by the window to see it."I knew that this was going to be the wildest night of my life. I was so horny and Amy was still wet and then I seen a group of around 20 guys heading into a beer garden. I looked at Amy, "Do you want to get fucked by 20 guys on a stag night, you fucking slut?" She look at me and licked her lips slowly, "Yes master, I beg you, please let them fuck me." At this stage I was so turned on I agreed. I pulled over beside the beer garden. Amy fixed her clothes as to be most revealing. Her top was now less than a half an inch from her still hard nipples and her skirt was so low on her hips that another 2 inches lower with expose her bare wet pussy. She asked me to wait in the car for a few minutes and then follow her in. I agreed, I was a nervous sending my wife in to get fuck raw by 20 men. She was also very drunk, maybe she might regret it in the morning I wondered. I decided to sit in the car for 15 minutes and then go in to the beer garden and see what my whore of a wife was getting up to.Part 2 of this story will be posted shortly...My Email address is not my real name. It is the name that I write under. All comments welcome: [email protected] |
turning.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/54/turning.txt | I had the evening planned out well. My wife of less than a year was young and inexperienced in the ways of sex. Don't get me wrong she is one hot sexy girl and her body and looks would make the dead cum. Long blond hair and a rockin' body that never ceases to excite me. But she lacks experience. With her looks you would think that she would be an exotic stripper. Incredible tits and nipples that are thick and long. Lithe sensual body with legs that are long and shapely like her tight little ass. When we moved into my house in the hills she was so happy to get away from home. At only eighteen she was without worldly knowledge other than school and helping her mom. I married her and she was a virgin. My cock broke her in nicely and she fucks sweetly but still feels unsure of herself. My ranch in the hills is like a farm. I have a few cattle and my dog Jake. Jake has been with me for years and still is in great shape. Big and bad. At first my cute wife was afraid of him. He does looks intimidating but is as friendly as can be.Finally she got used to him and they are almost inseparable. I know she has it in her to be a hot little slut for me and I'm working hard to move her in that direction. One time I brought home a porn DVD and put it on just to see her reaction. At first she criticized it, then after a few drinks began to really get into it making my night a very enjoyable change. I touched her in places that she wouldn't let me before that night. So the possibilities were endless. She could be slutty after all. So tonight I was going to get her really in the mood and make her do things that the girls in the movies did. It was my plan.***That night I brought home several DVD's that I knew were really hot and liquor to ply upon my wife. We drank and toyed with each other having fun along with nice foreplay soon we were naked on the couch and I started the first movie about girls who ran a massage parlor. They were incredibly hot but not as hot as my wife. She watched them as I slid a finger inside her already juicy cunt loving the hot wetness tightening on my finger. That always got her going along with pulling her nipples. It was like starting the engine to a well oiled machine. She asked me in a voice filled with passion and slurred a bit by the several glasses of liquor I gave her if I liked what the girls did in the movie. She meant the sucking and fucking in every possible position they did. I immediately said yes.She asked if I wanted her to do all those naughty things. Again I replied enthusiastically, yes!!She smiled wickedly then began to suck my cock nice and deep into her hot mouth. Her tongue played upon my cock head so slowly and tantalizingly I thought that I would blow. But she pulled away looking at the movie. I didn't want to cum yet and she was driving me nuts. So I asked her to sit on my lap and spread her legs facing the TV. My cock was right under her tight round ass rubbing between her lovely cheeks and I could feel her moving over it. She leaned back against me her head resting near mine her body on mine her legs wide open. I began to slide my fingers over her cunt feeling the wetness and her hard nub of a clit poking up. I rubbed it and pulled it making her moan and squirm on my cock. I groaned in pleasure.Jake came into the room and raised his nose smelling sex. He was all male all right. I had forgotten to put him outside and he was now in the room sensing my wife who was in heat. She hadn't noticed him yet and I was going to yell at him but hesitated. Here was my hot little wife on my lap her legs spread wide as was her cunt and Jake looking straight at it. I saw him lick his chops and move forward. I got to admit that the thought of Jake doing my wife made my cock grow another two inches. I have always had that fantasy like most guys do of two girls together. So far though I was at least getting my wife to open up, so to speak, to porn and different positions. God what would she do if Jake decided to take advantage of her? I decided to see. She certainly was drunk enough. Her eyes were shut and her ass was rotating on my growing cock as I played with her cunt. She moaned and whispered how much she loved me and desired me. Damn, she was so fucking hot. Jake moved closer his snout inches from her open pussy. Then he shot his long tongue out swiping her cunt.My poor wife jumped like an electric shock went through her and saw the dog between her wide open legs. She immediately closed her legs like a vise and moved closer to me yelling at the dog to back away. I calmed her down and kissed her loving the feel of her. After a while she laughed at her reaction to poor Jake who no moved to the corner of the room chastised. I could feel her heating us again as she began to move her body over mine.I told her not to blame Jake after all he's a guy too. He can't help it if he sees a hot girl ready to fuck and smells her wet cunt. It's natural for him to want to please you baby. She kissed me her tongue twisting along with mine. She pulled away and looked at poor Jake in the corner and felt bad about yelling at him.I had her get into the position again with her ass on my cock and her legs wide as we watched the second DVD showing a girl getting double penetrated by two big black guys with cocks that horses would envy. This made her so fucking hot that she looked at me with those beautiful eyes and asked me if that turned me on? I said yes it does and that I'd love to see her do what the girl in the DVD was doing. Her hand joined mine on her cunt, her finger entering with mine inside her very wet pussy. She was so wet that it easily slipped inside her alongside mine. I looked at Jake who was watching raptly sniffing the air. His sheath was large and I could see the pink head of his cock outside of it as it began to grow.I whispered in my wife's ear that Jake was getting very turned on by her. She looked over and her eyes grew wide and her breathing quickened. I knew I had her thinking about the possibilities. I began to pump her hot cunt harder with my finger making her groan in pleasure. She asked if Jake really wanted to fuck her? I told her yes, of course. He's got a cock and he sees a hot girl. What else would he be thinking baby?She increased her masturbation watching Jake and his growing cock which I might add was substantial. It had to be at least eight inches now, not including that large knot at the end of it.I sensed her hesitation and decided to test the waters again knowing that she was shy and didn't want to take the next step I knew I wanted her to take. I called Jake and she looked at me biting her lip and tightening up.She said that I shouldn't tease him. That it was wrong. But I told her that no one would ever know. I opened her legs wide again feeling a slight resistance but knew that she wanted to please me and at the same time open up to sex more. But this was way beyond the normal limits. She let me spread her legs wide opening her wet cunt that was all pink and juicy. She looked at me and closed her eyes and smiled.Jake moved in quickly his tongue sliding over her cunt lapping at all the hot juice. Immediately my wife tensed up her body rigid but still kept her legs open. I cupped both her breasts and began to pull her hard nipples making her relax more as well as moan loudly. Jake licked her cunt like a starving animal and I watched my wife begin to appreciate his abilities. His long doggie tongue worked it's way inside her cunt and I could hear the slop, slop, slop of cunt juice as he captured it on his tongue. My wife was going crazy now and moaning as I continued to pull and twist her nipples. She kept saying don't tell anyone honey... don't tell anyone... and I assured her that no one would ever know. I also told her as she squirmed under the dogs tongue lashings that she was the hottest fucking girl I had ever seen. Jake now moved lower his tongue trying to get into her asshole and that only made my wife hotter as he worked it into her. His snout pressed hard against her cunt. "Oh god... ohhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out as she orgasmed over and over. I could see the hot squirts of girl cum shoot from her pussy over the dogs face and tongue. Jake was in heaven and so was I. My inexperienced wife was becoming the hot little whore I wanted her to be.Jake backed away not and my wife who was breathing heavily looked at him wondering what she had done wrong. I told her that she had done nothing wrong. That Jake was waiting to fuck her. I pointed to his stiff long red cock. She looked at it and again bit her lower lip in what could only be anticipation and a very hot little girl. I asked her if he pleased her? She looked at me a smiled. "Oh yeah!" came her sexy voice. He had made her cum several times. Well I said, He wants something in return honey. He's a guy after all. I whispered in her ear that I wouldn't mind at all if she wanted to fuck him. I'd love to see her do it. She asked If I really would let her? In answer I opened her legs wider and called Jake.She leaned back against me again her body trembling with anticipation at what Jake was going to do. He climbed up his front paws on the couch on either side of us and moved quickly between her legs. His red hot cock rubbing back and forth over her cunt. She moaned as I told her to help him. She reached down and timidly grasped the dogs cock.He immediately began to hump her hand and she laughed at how different it was. Then she moved it lower to her pussy entrance.I felt her stiffen as Jake pushed forward driving his large cock all the way inside her in one smooth stroke till his knot bumped against her cunt. She cried out not in pain but absolute pleasure as he began his doggie fucking which was quick jackhammer thrusts in and out of her. I held her as Jake fucked her hard. She held onto his front legs steadying herself as he slammed into her wet cunt. I could hear her wetness as he fucked her. She was sloppy wet and cumming. Jake was licking her face as he fucked her and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue which he slid into it. She sucked it as he licked and I felt myself cumming between her ass cheeks never believing that my shy wife was fucking Jake right on top of me. Soon I heard her cry out as Jake's knot pushed into her cunt stretching her to the limit. She grabbed hold of my arms tightly as Jake stopped fucking seating his cock deeply inside her. Now that his knot was in her he started to cum shooting his sperm like a river into her cunt. My wife bucked upwards trying to fuck him as she felt the hot doggie cum splashing against her cervix. She kept cumming long after he quit. I held her tightly as Jake's cock slowly shrunk in size and soon his knots popped out of her with a noisy wet slop sending cascades of doggie and girl cum to the couch and floor.Suffice to say my wife was never the same after that. It took her a week to bring up the subject of what happened that night and what she did. She made me promise everyday to never speak of it again. I smiled but didn't, knowing full well that someday she would get hotter than hell and do it again.* * *Our anniversary was coming up and I still hadn't gotten anything for my wife. She told me that she had something special planned for me. I was in trouble. So for the rest of the day I shopped around buying things that I hoped would make her happy.That night we went out to eat and then came home after several drinks at the local watering hole. My wife looking sexy as hell in a tiny black dress told me to wait in the living room and wait for my present. I was drunk and sat on the couch. I suddenly noticed how things had been moved around in the room. Where the chair had been now was empty space. The ottoman was in the center of the room and candles were everywhere giving the room a sensual air. Wow, she had planned something big and I sat up more wondering what she had in mind. I didn't have to wonder long but sat in utter amazement at what her present was. I swear my mouth was open in surprise.My wife walked into the room naked with the exception of a collar around her neck. A dog collar. The lease was in Jake's mouth as he entered in front of her and sat before the TV as my wife moved toward the ottoman. She was stunning. Her hair had been pulled up tight into a ponytail and the collar was studded with diamonds. Her naked body was perfect and she had shaved her cunt clean. She looked at me and smiled and my cock rose immediately in response. Who was this creature in my house? Could it be my wife? She knelt on the floor and removed the leash on her throat. Jake stood and licked her ass as she leaned over the ottoman. She raised her ass high and spread her legs wide with her head on the ottoman. Jake wasted no time burying his snout into her wide open cunt that dripping hot juices onto the floor. I couldn't believe that was my wife before me performing. It was obvious that she had been practicing for just this moment which meant that Jake had been getting some of my wife's pussy. Good dog.His tongue drove into her cunt deeply making her grind back against him like a whore in heat. Her body was moving like a sinuous snake making Jake lick all the more. I pulled my pants off and got my cock out and began to rub it up and down. My wife looked at me her face a mask of total lust, her eyes slits, her mouth open as she grunted.Jake's nose was actually inside her pussy as he sucked and licked inside her asshole making her cry out. She began to cum hard shooting a stream of girl cum from her open pussy. Jake's cock was out in full and bigger than ever but his tongue never left my wife's ass. He licked and licked and I watched as her asshole opened up more and more gaping her. Then he pulled away from her as if on cue. She turned slowly sexily and crawled toward him her mouth seeking his big cock. He stood perfectly still as she captured his cock inside her mouth taking him almost all the way. She sucked him and sucked him taking him fully at one point down her throat as he began to fuck her mouth. She held his cock behind his knot and I could see streams of doggie pre-cum hitting her face and mouth. She accepted it and licked it up. I was almost insane with lust myself watching the show my wife was giving me for my anniversary present. Soon she moved back up and turned around her ass facing him. She again raised her ass high, legs spread and her head down. Jake knew what to do and climbed on her back his front paws wrapping around her tiny slim waist and began to hump against her. I watched in awe as she guided his cock not into her pussy but her asshole. The dog wasted no time and drove forward sinking his huge cock to his knot inside my wife. She grunted and moaned as Jake began to fuck quickly and hard into her ass. She opened her legs wider and felt the dogs cock sink even deeper into her wet open asshole. The sounds of thick slurping wetness filled the room as Jake's cock rammed her hard. She cried out in orgasm several times cumming in squirts. I watched her ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust and her asshole stretch out then in as Jake's big red cock fucked her. Soon Jake pushed harder forcing his knot past her sphincter muscle. She cried out and them pissed on the floor as she felt his cum pouring inside her rectum.Within minutes Jake pulled out of her gaping wet asshole, his cum flowing out from it. My wife looked at me and called me to her. I moved from the couch as if in a dream and knelt behind her and slid my cock into her pussy. We fucked all night long and she kissed me and asked how I liked her present. I told her it was the best ever. I also asked her how she could ever beat it in the future? She looked at me with lust filled eyes. "I'll think of something baby, don't worry."I bet she will too. It appeared that my plan to create a slutty wife had paid off. But I think Jake got the best end of the deal.THE END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 54 |
happywife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/46/happywife.txt | I always thought we were happy, Lisa and I. She was gorgeous, and we both had good jobs. After a few years she told me she had been cheating and wanted to see other men and wanted a divorce. I was devastated.After a quick, very friendly divorce we'd meet weekly for dinner and ultimately go back to mine or her place. We quickly became fuck buddies - which made me happy. But soon she began to only want to see me after she had sex with another guy - she'd come over and sit on my face and have me lick her swollen pussy clean. She'd come over and over again, and then jack me off. This ritual became almost a nightly event - part of me was happy because I still got to see Lisa but part of me was unsatisfied from the lack of actual intercourse. I told Lisa my feelings and she finally admitted that my dick was too small and it didn't pleasure her. She told me she needed more than my 6.5 inches. Lisa then said I ate pussy like a champ and that she wanted me to always go down on her.So I asked her how we could continue and for me to get past this unsatisfied feeling? She said to let her think on it and a few days later she said she thought we should go to this sex therapist a friend recommended. Her friend Kelly was having problems with her husbands unusually strong sex drive. Seems Kelly didn't want it as much as Bill, Bill felt very unsatisfied, and the therapist really helped! So I agreed on Fri after work we went over to Dr Tia's.Dr Tia was a tall, thin, sexy, oriental/black/latin mix of a woman. She had very nice breast that stayed unusually high up without a bra. Lisa explained later it was due to a boob job. So we were told to put on these very short white thin robes and sit on the pillows on the floor. Dr Tia put on a sexy porno and 2 young white girls came into the room naked. Dr Tia had me drink some herbal tea and the girls started to kiss each other as Lisa rubbed my thigh and cock. I started to feel very warm and relaxed and then passed out.When I woke up I was strapped to a table/chair of some sort in a totally different room. This one was very sterile and clean, like a Dr office. I felt very light headed and my cock was hard as a rock. I called out and Lisa and Dr Tia came in. Lisa smiled and started to jerk me off. She explained that the tea had a drug in it to make me relax and to get me horny. Then she told me the way Dr Tia "helps" couples. She explained that she removes the men's testicals, which makes them not want sex, and also makes them "perfect." Lisa explained that I had to agree voluntarily and if I did she'd remarry me!I thought about it only for a second, and said, NO THANKS! Dr Tia smiled and asked me which of the girls from earlier I thought was cutest? I shrugged, wondering when they would undo me from the table. At that point in came the 2 naked young girls. I really did like the one, she was tall, nice perky tits, auburn curly hair so I said her. Dr Tia smiled and asked Suzy to stay - the other girl left. Dr Tia explained how I'd agree or not to the surgery. If Suzy could make me come, I had agreed. If I could control myself, I'd be let go. Suzy couldn't touch me below the waist unless I agreed.Lisa came close to me ear and licked the side of my face whispering to enjoy myself, and reminding me, "How often will you get a chance to get off with a beautiful young girl?" She kissed me and left with Dr Tai. Suzy came over to me smiled and said not to worry, Dr Tia was very good and did this a lot. I explained it wasn't a question of the good doctor's qualifications, but more of me keeping all my parts. She smiled and kissed me pinching my nipple gently. I tried to resist her tongue, but in a few minutes we were kissing passionately, long wet deep kisses as she massaged my nipples. She ended our embrace and leaned forward putting her tits in my face. Her nipple was just out of reach of my straining mouth. I tried to reach it and she laughed saying "want a taste." I begged her, and she said "sure, then I get a touch - ok?" Slowly she came down to my mouth and I started sucking her perfect tits!! As I did I felt her hand slowly going down my belly to my hard cock. She began pumping and shortly she was on her knees sucking my member. Lisa came back in and was at the side of my face running her fingers thru my hair. She had a big smile and whispered in my ear, "That's a good boy, make momma happy." Suzy was sucking me like a vacuum and Lisa was teasing me I couldn't hold on. My back started to arch and I began to pump gobs of semen into Suzy's waiting mouth. All this time Lisa just kept playing with my hair, pinching my nipples and telling me what a good boy I was and how happy I had made her. As Suzy sucked the last drops from me I felt a slight pinch in my thigh and passed out again. When I woke up the table/chair contraption was in the seated position, and my legs were spread wide and I was still strapped in. Lisa was with me and when she saw I was awake she called in Dr Tia. Dr Tia came in and smiled asking me if I had a good time with Suzy. I didn't know what to say, and Lisa said "she was worth the extra grand." Dr Tia smiled and said Suzy loved her work, she loved going to school days and being the last fuck or suck a man would ever have. That's when I noticed everything below the waist was numb. Dr Tia said let's get started and pulled a stool over to me. In her gloved had was a scalpel. Lisa leaned next to me rubbing my arm and was whispering, "Ready lover? Ready to make momma happy?"I didn't know what to say or do, I just looked at her and a tear fell from my ear. She looked touched and smiled wiping it away and telling me not to worry it would all be ok. She asked again, "Don't you want me to be happy?" and I said yes in a barely audible voice. She smile and kissed me long and deep and then said, "Okay Doc, we're ready." Dr Tia smiled and in a few moments said she had one nut sack open and was tying off the tubes. Lisa leaned over to watch as Dr Tia popped my left nut out of the sack. It just hung there. She passed Lisa some surgical scissors and asked her to do the honors. Lisa opened the blades placed them around the tubes holding my nut in place, looked back at me and said again, "Baby, do you want a happy wife? Do you want to make momma really happy?"I felt another tear trickle down from my eye, then another as I whispered yes, and told her I loved her and she should do what ever it takes to be happy. She smiled and with that took off the nut. She then waited as Dr Tia prepared the right nut and with tears coming from both my eyes I watched as she removed my man power.She came then, came over to my side and kissed me, telling me she would always be mine. We got married again a month later and have been together since. We have 2 kids and Lisa is pregnant again. She goes out every night and comes home to a clean house, and a husband who is waiting to clean her pussy out as well. She tells me every day how happy she is and on her dresser sits a jar with both my nuts...END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 46 |
summer.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/36/summer.txt | I had already discovered masturbating, but never really cranked it good until I spent a summer with my Aunt Desi, in the summer of '81.I was in my fifteenth year and never really knew Aunt Desi, Uncle Albert or my cousin Adam (who was two years younger than me). They lived a long ways from us, so basically my only contact was through Christmas, birthday cards and pictures. My first real contact with them was during the death of my Mother, two years before. All three had come out to stay with us for a week. It was the worst time in my life, but I finally got to meet them, never the less.They say time heals all wounds, but mind was still hurting when Dad's bother Albert called and begged me to come down for the summer. He was going to be away working for seven or eight weeks and thought I could keep Aunt Desi and Adam company. Flying down there, I recalled conversations my parents have had of my Aunt Desi being a nudist around the house. How she walked around naked in front of Adam and what kind of message that must be sending him. I wondered if this was true, but couldn't really grasp the idea of a 33-year-old Mom being naked in front of her 12 yr old son.My Uncle would be around for my first few days of arrival and was the first face I recognized at the airport.My burning curiosity was confirmed just two days later when my uncle, laughingly, made a statement to Aunt Desi. "Now Desi, try and keep your clothes on while John is staying with us."She explained to me that, although she never classified herself as a nudist, there are times when she liked to be in her birthday suit. Like not dressing immediately following a shower, sleeping in the nude and not putting anything on in the mornings when she got up for the first hour or so.I must have turned red and my heart was racing from her confession, just the thought of seeing a real woman naked! My thoughts were drifting wildly as Uncle Alb and Adam beamed me backed to earth, assuring me this wasn't going to happen while I was staying there.At that moment, I can't remember whether I was disappointed or relived, but I know how I felt a week or so later.*I woke up early that morning wondering whether I should get up and go with my Aunt to Adam's little league game or not. I had told her the night before that I would stay home, since I wasn't interested in sports or making any acquaintance with Adam's teammates, who were younger than me.Ahhh what the hell, I finally decided, I would just sit in the bleachers with my Aunt anyway. I got out of bed and followed Aunt Desi's voice, which was coming from Adam's room. I approached his door and was about to open my mouth when I was taken back in awe. There was Aunt Desi, stark naked, fumbling through Adam's closet while he lay sleepy-eyed in bed. I started to ask my permission to attend the game when I was cut off by Aunt Desi's shriek of my presence. She grabbed Adam's long shirt and covered herself. I apologized and stated my reason for coming, but she took responsibility for her own actions."Sorry to flash you unexpectedly," she apologetically said. I told her it was cool and asked again if I could go.I felt sensations I never felt before, as I got ready that morning. I don't remember the game much, just the vision of my Aunt's lovely body. She looked good, well shaped and lightly tanned. Her tits were perfect in my mind and a pussy that had been obviously trimmed some.She joked about my encounter throughout the day, but Adam was embarrassed and a little pissed off, that she chanced being naked with me around. I told them it wasn't anything and how she wasn't the first person I had ever seen without their clothes, hoping they would stop talking about the matter.Things cooled down and just three nights later, I got another small treat. Adam and I were in his room as I kept an ear open for his Mom to come out of the bathroom. She had been in the shower for a while and I needed a whiz. When I heard the door open, I ran out only to meet her with nothing on, walking towards her bedroom. I smiled but never said anything, making my way in the bathroom and shutting the door. I heard Adam talking loudly to her as I took a piss and when I came out, he was stood in my Aunt's doorway. I never stopped but heard Aunt Desi tell him he was making a fuss over nothing. I went straight to bed and after all the lights went out, I jerked myself off with forbidden visions of Aunt Desi in my head.My Mother used to say, "expect the unexpected" and that's just how things would be. Adam would come to loosen up!One night, Adam and I were laying on his bed watching TV and talking when he suggested we'd go to a traveling circus, which was coming to town later that week. I told him I love to go but didn't know if I had enough money. He suggested we go talk to his Mom, who had just gone to bed. Her door was slightly open and she still had a light on, so Adam asked permission to come in before opening her door. I assume she didn't realize I was with him because she lay atop the covers nude, reading a novel. She glanced at me than back to Adam, who inquired about the circus.Neither one seemed to care that I was present so I stood in the doorway as we all negotiated the circus thing.It was perfect! This was my first time to be allowed in Aunt Desi's naked presence for any length of time without any attention drawn to the fact by either one of them. The conversation lasted about 10 minutes with her agreeing to get tickets, but the real show for me was looking at the beautiful parts and curves my Aunt possessed.This silent, but mutual consent, led to many more approvals for me to see Aunt Desi naked that summer. My favorite memories were mornings when Adam was at his little league practices. He would ride with his friend's dad, which meant it was just Aunt Desi and I. She was bolder than, walking about for 30 to 40 minutes without a stitch on. One such morning, she accidentally dropped a glass of milk on the kitchen floor. The glass smashed, so being in her bare feet, I cleaned up while she stayed seated on a chair. Her legs were open nicely and I kept looking between them while down on the floor. Her feet and ankles were splashed with milk too, so I fetched a damp towel so she could clean herself up. I watched as she wiped herself, spreading her legs right in front of me and exposing her labia. I'm convinced to this day she got off on exposing herself to me. I still occasionally beat off thinking about back then, and some nights when I fuck my wife, it's my Aunt's pussy I'm really pounding. END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 36 |
sharing1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/43/sharing1.txt | Marie pushed open the front door of her home and headed straight for the bedroom. She had just come back from a night out with her college friends. Normally she would spent Friday evening with her husband Leo but he had to wake up very early the next morning.Marie quickly got out of her clubbing clothes which for this night consisted of a tiny tight t-shirt in dark blue with a deep cut down the front showing a lot of her cleavage, and short black leather skirt that was not too tight to walk in but just short and loose enough to fire the guys (and sometimes girls) imagination. Her exposed mid-drift between the t-shirt and the skirt fuelled their imagination further. Black fishnet stockings encased her long toned legs with three inches knee height boots, leaving nearly six inches of stockings on display between the boots and the hem of the skirt. Underneath all these, Marie wore a light blue cotton push-up bra, which made her firm medium size tits looked even bigger, and a pair of bikini panties in matching colour.She put each piece of clothing into the laundry basket in the bathroom as she stripped. When she finished, Marie put on a loose sleeping t-shirt and pants, then got into bed quietly hoping she did not wake her husband up.Leo woke up when his wife, Marie, returned from a night out with her friends. When she began to snore, he slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. As he finished relieving himself, he noticed his wife's underwear lie atop the laundry basket. The cotton, powder blue panties lying on top of the matching bra but what caught his eyes was the dark stain on the gusset of her panties.'That's odd,' Leo thought to himself, and then he noticed that the wet patch appeared shiny and his first thought was that perhaps his wife had been horny. After having been together for many years, he knew she could get very wet if properly aroused, and alcohol always helped.Curious, he picked the panties out of the laundry basket and examined them. The strong smell of her pussy juice assaulted his nose. However, this was not just her ordinary pussy smell, something else was mixed with it. 'Is it sweat?' he thought, though not really convinced. As he brought the panties closer to his face and despite the poor lighting in the bathroom, he could see a milky white fluid at the gusset of the panties.Still holding the cotton panties in his hand, he opened the bathroom door. His wife was lying on the bed asleep, her long blond hair spread across the pillow. Her lips were red and slightly swollen and set in the tiniest smile. He thought he could see a little bruise on her neck, but maybe that was just a trick of the shadows."It can't be!" he thought. "She would never cheat on me. At least not without telling me first." Who could it have been? Who had fucked her? Had she lied to him about the night out with the girls? Was she carrying on a secret affair, or was it a stranger she had met in the bar?He brought the panties up to his nose and inhaled. The heavy smell of male cum was too strong to miss. He dipped his fingers into the viscous liquid and rubbed the slippery juices between his fingers. He looked at the glistening fluid covering the tips of his fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he slipped them into his mouth. Closing his eyes Leo tasted the mixture of juices imagining his wife getting horny. He imagined her hiking up her skirt to let the stranger finger fuck her pussy, and she wrapped her long legs up in the air when he pushed his cock into her. Leo sucked gently on his fingers, tasting pussy and cum. He licked all around his fingers searching for every taste. Then he was startled when Marie turned over in bed. He quickly placed her panties back on top of the pile of clothes and went back to bed himself but his hard cock refused to go soft. His mind was filled with images of his wife having sex with the stranger, and images of the stranger's cum dripped out from her well fucked pussy. How he wanted to be there to lick them all up, as they came out. Leo wondered whether cum was leaking from his wife's pussy right at the moment, as she lie next to him in their martial bed.***Next morning Leo's thoughts raced along almost as fast as his car as he drove to his office. 'Stupid weekend duty!' he vented to no one in particular. 'If I don't need to work today at least I can ask Marie about last night.' However, how would he confront Marie about last night? He was certain she had has sex with some guy, the cum-soaked panties left no doubts on that count. Did she cheat on him though? That, Leo was not so sure. The truth was that it was Leo's fantasy to see Marie taken by another man and she in term wanted to try out sex with more than one man, preferably at the same time. They had been discussing their fantasies and their desires with each other for a while and on the surface, it looked like they were well matched. However, they had never worked up the courage to act on it together; they did agree that they would not try things out without the other partner.'May be Marie got tired of waiting for me and decided to take matter into her own hands?' Leo wondered as drove his car through the front gate of the office towards his parking space.***Marie woke up in late morning by the sound of a car horn outside her home. She looked at the clock on the nightstand next to her and thankful about the car horn, because otherwise she would still be in bed when Leo came home. She jumped into the shower, longing for the how water to wash away the alcohol and smoky smell from the night before. When she stepped out of the shower, Marie froze in her track. She noticed that in her drunken state last night she had left her panties at the top of the pile of clothes in the laundry basket when she undress. Even after sitting there for a whole night, Marie could see the gusset of her panties was still damp with white cum. 'Did Leo see it?' she was dying to know suddenly. If he had, he did not say a word to her before he left earlier. Moreover, that would spare her the trouble of finding a way to tell him what she had done. 'Should I tell him about last night when he comes home? We've promised each other that we would do it together and I broke that promise.'The reason her panties looked so 'fresh' was that when he woke up this morning the sight of the cum-soaped panties was too much for Leo and he ended up closing the bathroom door, wrapped the still damp panties around his cock, and jerked off a huge load into it while imagining her being taken by another man. As Marie dried her long hair in front of the bathroom mirror and saw her tits swing with the movement of her arms, she remembered how her tits were squeezed by the large hands when they made out outside the back of the club. Then her mind went back to the night before. She did not plan to hook up with a man at the beginning of the evening when she and her friends arrived at the club. After a week of studying hard, she just wanted to relax, got drunk, and danced the night away. A few drinks and dances later, Marie went to the bar to get the next round of drinks and that was when she noticed him.The man was a slightly taller than her, which made him pretty tall as her high heel boots plus her 5' 7" body made her stand out in a crowd. His body looked well built and definitely well dressed and good looking, as Marie continuously stole glances at him while she waited for her drinks. When she got back to her table, she could not help but followed him with her glances. Over the next hour or so, Marie could tell that he was there with his friends just as she was. The rest of his friends seemed to be the usual type of alpha male, looking to bed women. He did not seem to be interested in the flirting game though he did not seem gay either. His disinterest made Marie more curious and finally after a few more drinks she ended up in the dance floor dancing a few metres from him. She looked around to see where her friends were. Vanessa and Janet were at the bar talking to couple of guys, and Stacy was dancing at the other side of the dance floor, totally absorbed in herself.Feeling that she was safe for the moment from the prying eyes of her friends, Marie nonchalantly made her way towards him and danced with him. When the song started mixing to the next, Marie took the change of rhythm as her cue to strike up a conversation with him. She found out that his name was Steve and recently moved into town from the other side of the country. Before she could find out more, her favourite song came on and she turned her attention on dancing with Steve. However, it was no ordinary dancing, Marie used all the sexy dance moves she knew on him. One minute she was grinding her body against his; the next minute she was dancing with her back to him, letting him circle his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. Even through the layers of clothing between them, Marie could feel his hard cock rubbed against her swaying ass as she danced in front of him.Just as the song was coming to the end, Marie hold up her arms thus inviting Steve to move his hands up along with hers. He told the hint and moved his hands slowly from her waist up her body, reaching her armpits then up her arms. On their way up, Steve's hands lightly caressed the side of her tits through her tight t-shirt. He did it so smoothly that none of the people dancing next to them noticed. But Marie certainly felt them and it turned her on tremendously. No one had ever danced that way to her before. Then the next song came on and it was not one that she particularly likes. She turned around to face Steve and pulled his face next to hers."Meet me outside at the back in five minutes, Ok?" Marie asked him as she stared at his eyes to make sure he understood what she said over the loud music."There is a back door that way. Just go out there and wait for me. I'll be out in a few minutes." She moved her head to indicate the direction of the back door.Steve nodded to acknowledge and moved towards the back door. As they separated, Steve copped another feel of Marie's tit, right in the middle of the dance floor. For a brief moment, Marie stood speechless in the dance floor surrounded by moving dancers. Never had she met a guy this aggressive but yet so smooth before. Even her husband Leo, who pursued her for a long time, was not this aggressive.Marie made her way to the bar where Vanessa and Janet were still chatting to some guys. She told them that she was going to the ladies room and would be back soon. Marie knew this would buy her about ten to fifteen minutes because of the usual long queue for the ladies room, and she knew that her friend knew too.Causally, she headed in the general direction of the ladies room but when she got to the end of the queue for the ladies room, she did not stop. Marie continued past the ladies room door and walked towards the back door. Without looking back, she pushed the door opened and went outside.Marie looked around and found Steve leaning against the wall drink a beer, waiting for her. As she walked the short distance between them, she could see the indifference look had gone from his face and demeanour. In its places was a quiet confidence that said he was serious. Then she was upon him, kissing passionately with each other as one of his hands was grabbing her ass through her leather skirt while the other was working its way underneath her t-shirt towards her tits. Her hands had not been idle either. They were working furiously on Steve's pants zipper, trying to free his hardening cock from the confine of his pants.Once Steve's cock was liberated into the cool evening air, Marie jerked it along its length couple of times to make sure it was nice and hard. His cock was about the same length as Leo's but was much wider in girth. As she wrapped her long fingers around it, Marie guessed that it must be at least an inch wider than her husband cock.She then whispered into Steve's ear, "We don't have much time. Fuck me with your cock now." She took her hand away from his cock, grabbed the front hem of her leather skirt, and pulled it up to her waist. She then pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and hooked one of her legs around Steve's waist.Steve did not need to be asked twice. He bent down a little to compensate for the height difference, despite Marie's high heel boot, took his hard cock and aimed it at the exposed pussy. After making sure his cock head was situated at the entrance of her wet pussy, Steve took his hand out from underneath her bra and grabbed her ass with both hands, taking her whole body weight in his hands. Marie responded by wrapping her other legs around his waist, opening up her pussy even further.Knowing time was of essence; Steve pushed the whole length of his cock into the hot, steaming pussy in one go. Aided by the ample lubricant from Marie's pussy, his cock spread her pussy wide open without any resistance and knocked the air out of Marie's lung."Oh Jesus, you are huge!" Marie moaned loudly into his shoulder as he pulled it out and setup a steady fucking rhythm, pinning her against the rough wall."Bigger than you husband?" Steve asked between breaths."What?" Marie grasped. She was surprised that he knew. Then she realized he must have noticed her wedding ring on her finger. "Fuck yes! I've never feel this full." Even with her pussy spread wide open in her position, she could feel every bump and ridge of his cock rubbing against her pussy wall as it fuck in and out, sending jolts of pleasure almost continuously.Steve was no longer fucking Marie gently anymore. He slammed his cock into her willing pussy hard every stroke. Through the haze of her approaching orgasm, Marie could tell that he would be cumming soon.Then it was upon her. Steve was trying to push his cock even further up her pussy, and thus rubbing her sensitive clit with his pubic bone. This pushed her over the edge and her pussy walls clamped down on his cock hard, making it almost impossible for him to keep on fucking her. As Marie rode out one of her best orgasm and tried not to make too much noise in the process, the contractions of her pussy wall proved too much for Steve as well. He plunged his cock upward for the last time, pushing Marie's body up the wall more. He kept his cock buried deep and started releasing his load of sperm inside Marie. Each blast of his sperm was accompanied with a jump of his cock and a deep grunt.Marie was just over her orgasmic peak and was slowly on her way down when she felt the first blast of Steve's hot sperm coating her innards. She moaned appreciatively into his ear as he continued shooting more sperm into her. Marie loved the feeling of a man cumming deep inside her. She loved how the cock grew a little bit stiffer and bigger just before cumming and she loved the hot, wet, and slippery feeling as her pussy was filled with sperm. Nothing pleased her more than knowing her body was appreciated. Then she felt his body relaxed and knew he had finished cumming, even though his cock was still twitching inside her pussy.Carefully, Marie pushed Steve away from her and let her legs down to the floor one by one. In the process, his cock slipped out from her pussy and now sandwiched between the two heaving bodies."That was," Marie tried to steady her breathing. "Amazing! Where do you learn to fuck like that?""I've some great teachers. And you are a great fuck! Your husband is a very luck man." Steve replied breathlessly too. "Can I see you again?""Yes! No!" Marie was unsure what to answer, with the mention of her husband the reality of what she just did set in. "May be. I don't know. I need to talk to my husband. We'd better go back inside. My friends will be looking for me soon." She looked around to find something to clean up the cum that was now dripping out from her. Finding none, she reluctantly pulled her panties back to its normal position and covered her wet slit. She then straighten out her fishnet stocking and adjusted her bra and t-shirt to make sure no one will notice her illicit activity.'Thank god for the leather skirt, at least I won't get visible wet stain,' thought Marie as she walked towards the back door."Wait!" Steve ran and caught up with Marie before she reached the door. "Here is my number. Call me if you change your mind."Marie took the piece of paper with his phone number from Steve, "Ok, I'll call you." She turned away from Steve, pulled open the door and walked back inside the club. Not having any pockets or her small handbag with her, Marie folded up the paper and hide it underneath her bra.As she walked towards the bar where her friends were, Marie noticed her hair was messed up from her quick fuck outside when she walked past a mirror. She quickly put them back into place and hoped that they would not notice. When she joined her friends at the bar, she told them that she was leaving early."Do you feel OK?" asked Vanessa."No, I feel fine. I just want to go home." Marie tried to convince her friends without arising further questions. "You guys should stay and have fun. I'll take a taxi home. I'll be fine.""I bet you are going home to give Leo some midnight sex!" Janet chimed in."May be," Marie blushed while her friends laughed. 'If only they knew I've just fucked a stranger outside and his cum is leaking soaking my panties right now!' she thought.After saying goodbyes to her friends, Marie took a taxi home. As she ride through the dark night, she took the piece of paper with the phone number out and debated how she would tell Leo about that night and how much it would change their marriage. Would it change for better or worse? Undecided, she dropped it into her handbag and looked forward to being home.***When Leo got home at the end of the day, his wife was reading a magazine on the sofa when he walked into the living room."Hey darling, how's your day?" asked Leo."The usual. Did some tidy up and managed to do?" Marie answered."Want to go out and grab some dinner later?" Leo asked as he walked into their bedroom to change out of his uniform."Sure. Where?" Marie shouted across the rooms."Wherever you like," Leo shouted back. He peeked into the bathroom as he changed and noticed that the laundry basket was now empty. His wife must have done the laundry, he thought. He decided then that he would ask his wife about last night now. He was going to ask her later, may be during dinner, but sensing that now might be a good time he put on a fresh t-shirt and walked back into the living room."Marie," Leo sat down in the sofa across from his wife. "You know that nice blue bra and panties that I love?""What about them?" Marie tensed unconsciously, but did not escape Leo's eyes."Nothing. Just having seen you wear them recently, that's all." Leo tried to judge her reaction."Oh, I wore them last night but they are cleaned already so I can wear them tonight for you," Marie nervously replied, hoping she could delay telling Leo for a bit longer. She had not worked out how to tell him yet but she promised herself she would."I saw them in the laundry basket last night after you came back." Leo blurted it out. "I know."To be continued?~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 42 |
nikki.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/49/nikki.txt | It was a gorgeous day for a sail. We set out from our slip at about 9:00 a.m. in 10 knot SE winds, and in less than an hour the yacht club was no more than a barely visible memory to stern. Jimmy had purchased the boat only two years ago, and was still learning the finer points of sailing, but his sailing classes had been more than enough to allow us to enjoy our days on the water. I particularly enjoy the time out, because as soon as we are out of sight of land, I get completely naked. Well, not completely. I keep my deck shoes on when I'm upright (Which isn't much) because I'd taken a scary spill over the side once before, slipping barefoot on wet fiberglass. I'm sure it's pretty funny looking, but I love having the freedom to ride around the Atlantic without any clothes at all, so I do, padding around in nothing but my Topsiders, which I also remove when I get to the foredeck to sunbathe. Jimmy certainly doesn't seem to mind. The water makes us both horny as hell, and we often drop sails, throw out the sea anchor, and screw somewhere on deck. Between the water, the sun, and my brazen nudity, he's usually good for three or four rounds in day-long sail! Lately, we'd taken to bringing along one or two of his friends from the hospital from time to time. The boat is a lot easier to sail with three or four to crew her, and he's always enjoyed watching me fuck other men. Today, however, it was Jimmy and me, and we were both looking forward to enjoying each other. As the strip of land drifted away behind us, I went below to remove my shorts and T-shirt. I grabbed the exercise mat from its place beneath the starboard bunk and dragged it back out with me, clopping along to the foredeck in only my well-worn deck shoes. "Jesus, you have a cute ass!" Jimmy called after me. I turned and called back, "I know! Why don't you come show me how much you like it?" "Just a little longer, honey. Let me get us a little further out. You get a little sun!" I traveled the rest of the way forward, and spread out the foam pad that I used to cushion the hard surface of the deck. It bore the signs of many a sweaty day in the sun, and a number of sexual adventures. The sun and salt air tended to bleach it all out over time, but not everything. I smiled inwardly as I remembered a particularly satisfying threesome that had produced a noticeable stain. Kicking off my shoes, I lay down and coated myself with sunscreen. Even using a #15, our many days in the sun had produced in me a deep, even tan that I enjoyed very much. Being blonde and fair skinned I have always been careful about the sun, but I had managed to achieve a killer tan this summer even so, and one without much in the way of tan lines. If you look closely, you can see the shadows of a tiny bikini that I keep below for those days when the water seems a bit crowded, and I don't feel comfortable being totally nude, but you won't see them unless you look for them. Being not-exactly-thin, my bikini serves to make me decent, covering aureoles and pubic triangle. But as it barely covers a third of my breasts and less of my behind, it also serves to tease, I think. Jimmy says it's amazing the way I can put on the suit and look more naked than I do without it. Today, however, was not a day for the bikini. Not another boat within sight anywhere. I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. The steady breeze and 1-2 foot waves lulled me into a gentle sleep as the sun warmed my skin, expecting to be awakened shortly by Jimmy's hands or his lips on my breasts. Instead, I woke a few minutes later to the shift of the boat's trim as Jimmy turned the boat to starboard. He was struggling to manage the wheel and the boom, so I slipped on my shoes and toddled aft to help. "What's up, baby?" I asked as I gathered line for Jimmy as he drew in the sail, then let it out again as we turned across the wind. "Look, over there." He pointed in the direction toward which we had turned, and I saw the last flicker of a red flare as it settled toward the water. "Looks like somebody's in trouble, gotta help. Sorry babe. Another day, huh?" I nodded agreement, disappointed but knowing that we needed to respond if there were trouble. One of those law of the sea things... "Guess I'd better put something on, huh?" I teased Jimmy, wiggling my butt at him as I disappeared below. I decided that the bikini would just have to do. I wasn't going to blow all this great sun. I pulled on the bottoms, a tiny white triangle in front and a slightly larger one behind, joined a the sides by strings that I wore low on my hips, sort of 70's style. I adjusted one of the side ties, tightening it a little, and pulled the bikini top over my head, positioning the small white patches of fabric over my nipples before tying the strings loosely behind my back. "You gonna wear that?" Jimmy asked as I emerged from the cabin. "Who knows who we'll run into out here..." "I don't care. This is our fun time, and I like being seen in this. You don't mind, do you?" Jimmy grinned and shook his head, looking ahead. We could now see a power boat floating ahead of us. It appeared to be dead in the water. As we drew closer, Jimmy relaxed more and more on the sails, trying to slow the boat. He wasn't sure how we'd stop when we reached them, so about 100 yards out, he dropped the mainsail and motored in instead. Approaching the boat, we found four scared and rather young boaters. Seems they'd skipped summer school and taken one of the boys' father's boat out for a joy ride. Not knowing a great deal about the boat, they'd managed to burn up the outboard, and then in the process of putting out the fire, they thought they'd killed the electrical system, because they couldn't get the radio to work. This was the reason for the flare when they'd seen our mast. Leaving me to tend the boat, Jimmy swam over to theirs to see what he could do. They became even more sheepish when Jimmy flipped a couple of switches and began calling the Coast Guard on their radio. He gave them our location and asked that a tow be sent out, which they said would not be able to get to us for some time. As we were in no immediate distress, they were responding first to two more urgent calls. Swimming back to our boat, Jimmy had them throw two lines, so that we wouldn't drift apart. I got out the bumper things as Jimmy and the boys drew the boats together, and we waited together for the tow to arrive. Jimmy invited them aboard, and we all sat around talking as we waited. Jimmy allowed the boy whose dad owned the boat to use his cellular phone to call his father and tell him where we were, what was up, and that everyone was all right. It was clear that he was in a lot of trouble as he ended the conversation, but at least his folks wouldn't worry. We opened the cooler and pulled out beers for all as we sat in the increasingly hot sun. There wasn't a lot to eat on board, only some crackers and a few pieces of fruit, but we shared that, too. The boys were from St. Alban's high school, all seniors, taking classes that were supposed to be preparation for their first semesters at various colleges. All four were swimmers, and all had a scholarship to swim somewhere, but they thought they might have some eligibility problems, so they'd decided to work a little this summer, "little" being the operative word. Their names, I learned were Terry, Stephen, Roger, and Mike. I made no attempt to be particularly modest around them, and from time to time I saw one or the other of them staring at me, or exchanging "Oh, wow" glances with a friend as I moved around the boat in my tiny white suit. Jimmy saw it too, and we exchanged smiles a few times. I thought that the boys weren't bad to look at either. They had swimmers' builds, broad shoulders that tapered to narrow waists, hard, flat stomachs and firm, small butts. Too bad they were so young... Jimmy opened another round of beers for the boys and asked me for some help forward. I followed him, aware of four pairs of eyes boring into my backside. I walked as sexily as I could, slogging around in deck shoes... Reaching the foredeck, I asked, "What's up, babe?" "You want these guys?" "No, Jimmy, they're just boys!" "Yeah, but I saw you looking them over, and they're legal enough. Besides, I remember when I was eighteen, I could get it up three, four times in a row. Could be fun?" His eyes twinkled as I cast a glance back at the boys, who looked quickly away from us. "See?" continued Jimmy, "they're hot for you, and it's gonna be hours before help comes. Why not?" It had been five or six months since my little escapade with the basketball team. I'd enjoyed that a lot, but neither of us had found a suitable bunch for another group fuck. And here we were, stuck for several hours with four young, horny teenagers. Why not indeed. I looked back at Jimmy and smiled my consent. "But only if I can have you too," I added. "You kidding? That basketball thing was the last time I'm sitting by just to watch! Of course you get me too. No way around it!" He gave my ass a pat and a pinch as we returned to the aft portion of the boat. I wasn't sure who was supposed to say what, but Jimmy took care of that. "So, boys, you all like girls?" They looked at one another, a little confused, but nodded and said, yes, they all liked girls. "Thought so. You like the way my wife looks? She's pretty hot, isn't she?" Another round of confused glances. One or two looked at me to see what I thought of all this. I just smiled. Finally, they all agreed that I was pretty hot. Not the sort of response that builds your self confidence, but they seemed nervous. "Well, you see, I'm asking, because Nikki here loves to fuck, sometimes several guys at a time. And she likes you, thinks you're pretty hot too. So, you wanna fuck?" He was met with stony silence. "Really," I chimed in. "No strings, no demands, just a fun way to spend a few hours while we wait. When your tow comes, you go your way, we go ours, and that's it. What do you think?" After another moment's hesitation, one of the boys, the one named Terry, looked right at me and said, "Okay, sure, why not?" I stood as I said, "Good. Now, how about helping me get this off?" I beckoned for him to draw closer. "Untie this one behind my neck." He leaned closer to reach behind my neck, and his chest brushed my breasts. I ran my hands down his sides, tracing the rippling muscles. He continued to fumble as his friends looked on and I dragged my nails gently across his flat belly and began to toy with the waistband of his baggy swimsuit. He giggled. He succeeded in untying the simple bow at last, and the top of my suit fell to my waist, exposing my full breasts. I guided his hands to them, then drew his head down until his lips locked onto one large soft nipple. As his friends looked on, I pulled him against my chest with one hand, untying the remainder of the top with the other. Moving his mouth from one breast to the other, he left the first nipple erect and hard. Tiny thrills ran from my breasts right to my toes as his lips continued to pleasure them. Pulling him upright, I drew him to me and kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with my tongue as I slipped my hand between us and searched for the fleshy tube I so desired. I found what I'd expected through the thin nylon fabric, a firm, semi-erect cock which I squeezed and rubbed gently. His hands found my ass, and slipped beneath the useless triangle of white to fondle my cheeks. I slid both my hands beneath the elastic waist of his suit, and began tugging, anxious to plant an equally passionate kiss on his rapidly growing prick. I bent down, and finally knelt in front of him to pull down the baggy shorts. As I did he popped free, bouncing at half-staff until I'd tugged the swimsuit all the way to the deck. Straightening, I took Terry's hot dick as far into my mouth as I could, and pulled it out. I licked the underside, down to the base, down to the thick, dark, curly hair that covered his scrotum. Then stroking the wet shaft with my hand, I nuzzled and kissed his balls. At first, the others maintained what was either a respectable or a shocked silence. As I moved my mouth back to Terry's swollen cockhead, my audience began to erupt. "Oh, man, look at that," one boy said to another. "Man, this is seriously hot," said the third. I looked around at the boys, whose eyes were wide with amazement. Their hands were all in their laps, rubbing their own cocks intently. Jimmy smiled and winked when I caught his eye. Terry wasn't far from coming, I sensed, so I stood back up and kissed him again before asking, "You ready to put that someplace warm and wet?" He nodded. I said, "Well, you'd better get these off." I pointed toward my crotch. Terry bent to untie the bikini bottoms. As he did he kissed my belly and ran a hand between my legs to the soft mound there. Grasping the flimsy fabric, he pulled it away, and it fell to the deck. I had my fingers in his hair as his lips traveled northward across my breasts and his fingers played in the soft blonde triangle above my pubic mound. I stood before them all now completely naked. I smiled at the boys as I turned my back to Terry and bent over, waiting as he lifted his prick's fleshy tip to the moist slit between my legs. The rocking of the boat, though, was too much for me. I found that, bent over as I was, I couldn't keep my balance. "Terry, I don't think this is gonna work," I said over my shoulder. "What say we use my little mattress up front?" I pointed forward, and Terry nodded. Abandoning the safety of my deck shoes, I stepped up and walked forward along the starboard side, leading Terry. Looking back, I could only laugh as he used both hands to steady himself, leaving his O-so- hard cock to bounce and weave with each tentative step. I arrived at my exercise pad, and lay on my back, legs spread, and waiting. I played with my clit as I waited, raising it to a hard, sensitive knot. Then Terry crept between my legs, kneeling and bending over me. I guided his rigid cock to the entrance to my pussy, and he pushed it home. I was very wet with anticipation, so he entered me easily in several slow strokes. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his strong shoulders as he began to work his hot dick in and out in long, even movements. I drew my knees up and to the sides without even thinking to allow him easier, deeper penetration. Each stroke was a little quicker than the last, a little more forceful. I remembered that he'd already been near an orgasm once, and realized that he'd come quickly. "Okay, Terry, that's real nice. It's real good, baby. Now, go ahead, let it go. Let it go. I want you to come. We can do it again, if you want, later. Let it go, baby. Come for me, come for me," I said softly into his ear, encouraging him to give himself to his orgasm. "Oh, Nikki. Oh, baby, yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna C-CUM!" he groaned. His movements became more and more rapid and spasmodic as his orgasm neared. I stayed quite still, concentrating on each sensation. At last his steaming cock erupted, and began to shoot thick, gooey cum into my pussy. "Oh, baby, that was so good," I purred as his passion subsided and he rolled aside. Looking around, I saw Jimmy and the other three standing around me. The boys had stripped, and had hard dicks in their hands. Jimmy looked on happily, aware that he'd surely get his, too. The boys were all very much aroused, and I suspected that, between playing with themselves and watching me fuck their buddy, they'd all be even quicker to come. "Mike, you want to be next?" I said to the boy standing at my feet, or really, between my feet. His eyes barely moved from the shiny pink lips of my pussy as he nodded and knelt between my legs. "I'm nearly ready, Mike. Can you get me to come?" I whispered as his cock pressed its way home and his chest pressed hard on my own. He propped on his elbows, and I held him close as Mike ground himself into me with his strong abs. His cock was hot and hard inside me, and his closeness pressed the base of his rod against my clit with each grinding stroke. "Oh, baby, yes, that's it, that's it," I moaned to his incessant beat. "Oh, yes, I'm coming baby. Just like that, don't stop, I'm coming!" He kept his motions exactly as I'd asked as I careened into my first orgasm. "Uh, uh, uuuhh," I grunted as I came. My hips began to pitch up to meet Mike's thrusts, and his frequency increased. I grabbed the lean, muscled cheeks of his ass and pulled him into me as his own movements became frantic, and he released his own load of cum. He continued to move, slowing only gradually as his orgasm and the rigidity of his cock both ebbed. He pulled out, already only half-hard, and sat leaning on the mast. Roger and Stephen stood poised, waiting to take Mike's place. Jimmy, too, looked more than ready. "Jimmy, come lie down here, baby." I gestured to the mat, and he lay on his back beside me as I sat up. Straddling his hairy chest with my knees, I settled backward until I felt the soft, swollen tip of his prick slip between my cum soaked labia and begin to penetrate. I stopped descending, and Jimmy did the rest, lifting his hips until I'd engulfed all of his gorgeous cock with wet warmth. One long, easy stroke and he was in. Out, out, almost all the way, cockhead nearly visible between my legs, then in again, deep and hard. I sat up, keeping my hips a few inches above Jimmy's. He continued to fuck my sopping pussy as I beckoned to the Roger and Stephen. Taking a stiff cock in each hand, I wrapped my mouth around Roger's cock, on my right. I could taste the pre-cum oozing from the tiny slit as I fastened my lips to his prick and sucked thirstily, even as my left hand stroked Stephen's tool. Roger began to rotate his hips in small circles, fucking my hand and my mouth. "Not quite yet," I thought to myself, and turned my oral attentions to Stephen. "Hhmmf, hmmff, hmmff." Jimmy, looking up to see me servicing two more cocks, began to hump me with more earnestness. His hands steadied my ass, and his groin slammed upward into mine harder and faster. My breasts began to bounce with the impact. I sucked harder at Stephen's rock-hard prick as I felt another climax of my own coming. Roger's hand was on my own, helping me to jerk him off. Jimmy continued to increase his pace.. "Oh, oh, oohh, hunh, hunh, hunh, hunh!" growled Stephen as his cock suddenly spat blobs of salty cum into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed until I felt Jimmy start to come. "Oh, Nikki, OH BABY!" he groaned. He banged furiously at my juicy cunt, sending his own cum to join the mingled fluids already there, and sent me reeling into another great orgasm. I could barely stay upright as ecstasy washed over me like a huge wave. Stephen's prick was no longer in my mouth. Drops of his cum and my saliva trickled onto my hand and forearm. I bounced up and down now on Jerry's cock while Roger fucked my right hand. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna come, oh, suck it out, suck it." Roger's hand was behind my head, pulling me to his raging prick. "Oh, baby, eat it, eat it, oh, yes, here it comes." He pulled me closer. Still reeling from my own climax, I opened my mouth but couldn't seem to find him. "Oh, oh, oooohh shit!" he exclaimed as his cock pulsed in my hand. My eyes were still closed. I opened my mouth to catch his load, but I felt a heavy plop on my chin, then on my breast. Guided my his hand on mine, I milked his pulsing cock. Another spurt of milky cum on my chest, and another. Thick and sticky, it stayed where it landed until I gathered it with the fingers of my left hand. "Sorry I missed all this," I said, smiling up at Roger. He smiled back, and I saw his eyes widen as I took my two cum coated fingers and put them into my mouth, sucking away the salty juices. Lifting myself off of Jimmy's still-throbbing cock, I lapped up the creamy white liquids that had gathered at the base of his shaft as he fucked me. "That was nice," I murmured, caressing his nearly rigid pole and kissing his balls and the inside of his furry thighs. "Very nice." Looking up, I saw Mike and Terry sitting with their fully erect cocks in their hands. Jimmy'd been right. These boys were machines. I was kneeling between Jimmy's legs at that point, bent over with my butt in the air. "So, somebody want to get behind me, here?" I said to the two of them. Jimmy slipped away while Mike strode quickly to my tail end and knelt behind me. I invited Terry to lie where Jimmy had been, which he did as I felt Mike's cock slide into my well-fucked pussy. I let Mike slop away in my juicy hole for a bit as I worked on Terry's cock. He slapped his abdomen noisily against my ass as he tried to generate more friction in my slippery tunnel. Covering Terry's shaft with saliva, I stroked it with only my hand for a bit as I offered Mike an alternative. "That's good, Mike, but it seems pretty sloppy. How 'bout my back door?" I heard the other boys muttering their "Oh, shit's" and "She wants him to fuck her ass?" to each other as I waited for Mike's response. "It's easy, babe. You're nice and slick. Just smear a little of the extra around my asshole and go for it." "Okay," was all he said as he pulled. One, two fingers slipped into my soaked cunt and collected fluids, then withdrew and rubbed it onto my puckered anus. "That's it," I said, being sure to continue my attentions to Terry, "Now slip a finger in a little, just to warm me up..." His finger slipped easily into my ass and more quickly out. "I'm ready, baby, put it in," I encouraged. His spongy cockhead pressed against the tiny orifice, gingerly at first, then a little harder, then, when I didn't complain, he pushed hard enough to pop it in. With short, quick strokes he worked himself deeper and deeper into my ass. I turned my attention back to Terry, who grinned crazily as I looked into his eyes and began again to suck on his engorged member. "Oh, man, this is so tight," said Mike as he buried the last of his cock in my ass. After a few tentative strokes, he began happily cramming my bowels full of hot cock. I, on the other hand was occupied with Terry's prick. Bobbing furiously, stroking his slick rod with my free hand, I drove him quickly to his second orgasm. "Oh, damn, oh, damn, oh, damn, that's so intense," he grunted as I bobbed rapidly on the end of his tool, pressing my tongue hard against the sensitive underside of his glans. "Oh, baby, oh, Nikki, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!" he nearly shouted as his cock spit warm thick cum into my mouth. Mike's motion shifted gears as he saw his friend's eyes roll up in ecstasy. With swift, uneven stokes he bored into my ass until his own cock shot it's load into my bowels. Growing tired, I neither moved nor spoke as Mike and Terry withdrew. Without invitation Roger, then Stephen took their turns at my ass, pouring more cum into me. I collapsed, flat on my belly with my legs spread wide when they'd finished, thinking they were done. I was beginning to enjoy the heat of the sun on my back, nearly drifting off to sleep when I felt a shadow fall across me. Terry wanted one more go, to shoot one more load in my ass. I didn't have it to prop myself up, so he parted my cheeks with his fingers and shoved his sturdy cock up my ass as I lay flat. He covered me with his body, his strong, hairless chest resting on my back as he drove his prick home with long abdominal strokes. When he came, he stayed with me for a while. The others had gone aft for beer, so we stayed linked until his shrinking cock pulled itself from my cum- slicked anus. He rose then, and went aft to dress. I slept, naked in the sun, until I felt Jimmy's hand on my shoulder, shaking me. "The tow-boat's coming, honey. You might want to get below." Weak kneed, I walked back to the entrance to the cabin. The boys thanked me for a wild afternoon, and I them, then I crawled below and slept until Jimmy woke me to tell me we were nearing the yacht club, and he needed my help docking. Pulling on shorts and shirt, I emerged from the cabin. "You look like hell!" grinned Jimmy. "Yeah, well, it was your idea, and it was fun. How 'bout you?" "You know I like to watch you, babe. I'm still so horny you're gonna have your work cut out for you tonight, I bet." I wiggled my ass at him as I walked forward to tend one of the lines. It was a good thing I'd rested a bit. Jimmy would definitely be hot to trot when we got home that night! Life sure is good. |
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aday.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/41/aday.txt | Vanessa had never been to a nudist beach before but she was aware that I had been to the one at Morfa Dyffryn in Wales. It was a huge beach, beautiful sand backed by sand dunes and much of it was given over to nudist bathers. You have to work about a mile along the beach before you come to the nudist part. Vanessa thought we had made a mistake until a naked man walked past us displaying his wares for all to see. She looked at me and bit her lip and smiled, amazed to see such a site. We walked a little further on until we were feeling distinctly overdressed in our shorts and tee shirts. We walked over to the edge of the dunes and picked a spot. As I was unpacking the bag and laying out the towels I had my back to Vanessa and was talking to her. "Don't feel that you have to strip off," I said, bearing in mind this was her first experience of a nudist beach. I needn't have worried, when I turned round she was stark naked. I laughed and then stripped off myself feeling the usual tingling of excitement but with an extra edge because I was with her. She was very much at ease and I hadn't expected her to be. After a while she indicated for me to look to the side of me. I knew that there was a single man lying naked, he had been there when we arrived. When I didn't respond straight away she whispered for me to look over to the man. I looked and he saw that his cock was standing to attention but when he saw me look he quickly turned over and lay on his stomach. "Oh, I was enjoying that, the spoilsport, why don't you have one," she said with a glint in her eye. I was aware that beach etiquette frowned on the open showing of erections although I knew that if we went in the dunes we would see plenty often 'in action' I was feeling excitement but had so far managed to control myself. She was in a devilish mood and she whispered that she was going to tease the poor man.She got up from my side and picked up the sun tan cream and moved over to the other side of me and began to rub the cream into my chest. She was on all fours with her backside facing the man. I knew that he would be getting a very good view of her cunt as she leant over me. She was really teasing him and this knowledge began to have an effect on me and I could feel my cock twitching. I looked over, he was watching but still laying on his front. "Do you want to see what he can see?" she said laughing and she got up and went to the other side and pretended to pick something off the floor. I could see her cunt between her ass cheeks as she bent down and she pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly so we could both get a good view. This was too much for my straining cock and it sprang to attention immediately. I was about to turn over onto my stomach and she stopped me and said, "No, I want to see it." I lay there knowing the guy next to us could see me my cock in all its glory.She turned back and continued to rub sun cream into my chest, but slowly moved down to my throbbing cock. She poured the cream onto its head and began massaging it and pulled the foreskin right back to show the purple head. I looked over at the man and he was still on his stomach but he was clearly enjoying the show and made no attempt to turn away when I looked over. Suddenly he turned over and his cock was still in the same condition but this time he wasn't afraid to show it.Vanessa began to wank me slowly and we were both watching the man's responses. He began to mirror Vanessa's movements on his own cock and soon he was well away. Vanessa was clearly excited, her nipples were really erect and I reached out and felt between her legs, she was soaking wet."I want you," she said. "I want your cock in me," she continued. "Not here, others can see," I replied. I was aware that the beach was filling up and there were people getting ever nearer to where we were. "Let's go into the dunes," I suggested. We both got up and began to walk towards the dunes. My cock erect and bouncing as I walked, Vanessa laughed at the sight and grabbed me by the cock and led me towards the dunes. As we passed or erect neighbour, Vanessa told him that we were going in the dunes for a bit more privacy but that he could come and watch if he wanted. The man must have thought all his birthdays had come at once! Needless to say he followed us as we made our way over to the dunes.We found a dip in the dunes and Vanessa went down on her knees and began to suck my cock. The guy who had followed us was standing about ten feet away and he began to wank as he watched. Vanessa pulled me down to the ground and continued to suck me. With her arse in the air I knew what view the man was getting and he was clearly getting increasingly excited as was I. I had to ask her to stop for a while and she whispered that she wanted me to go down on her and lick her cunt, something I was of course, more than willing to do. She lay on the ground and spread her legs and I went down and began to kiss and lick and kiss what was, now, a very wet place.She began to moan as I licked her and when I looked up at her I could see her gaze was fixed on the man watching us. I looked over to him. His cock was standing almost parallel to his stomach and he was walking slowly nearer to us. He stopped when he realised I was watching him too and he began to rub his cock slowly. It was clear that Vanessa was getting a thrill being watched by this man and seeing his obvious excitement. She beckoned me to her and began to kiss me hard on the lips, the taste of her own cunt still on my lips. She whispered into my ear, "Get him to come closer, I want a better view," she gave nervous laugh as if she were unsure what my reaction might be. I was just excited by her clear pleasure in the situation and I stood up, my cock standing erect and I beckoned the man over to us. He looked a little cautious at first but then Vanessa said, "Come on over, it's ok."He began to walk towards us and stopped two or three feet away. His cock was even more impressive close up, it was about seven and a half inches long but very thick. Vanessa began playing with my cock again and the man moved to be next to us. Vanessa looked at me, I knew she was asking if I was alright with her touching this stranger's cock and without saying a word she knew I was fine with it. She held onto my erect cock and grabbed the man's and pulled back his foreskin to reveal a massive cock head already glistening with precum. Watching Vanessa playing with another man's cock was almost too much for me to bear and I could have cum there and then but managed to control myself with some difficulty. She let go of his cock and went down on her knees and began to suck on mine. The stranger moved a little towards her until his cock was touching her cheek as she had mine in her mouth. She took mine out and then began to suck on his and then she began rubbing our cocks together. Vanessa knew I had a bit of a bi-curious side and I think she was testing me out and teasing me. I just know that I liked it and judging by the other guy he liked it too. She then took my hand guided it down to her soaking wet pussy and then moved it again this time guiding it to the other man's cock. I hesitated but then she looked at me and said, "Go on, for me," she looked at the other guy and then asked him if he minded and he just smiled and shook his head. How could I refuse her request. I put my hand tentatively on his cock and then sensing my nervousness she put her hand over mine and moved it up and down, each time exposing the man's glistening cock head. I soon got the hang of it and by the look on the guy's face he was enjoying my ministrations. Vanessa took hold of the man's hand and led it to her pussy and she began to move against it.As I was wanking off our new found friend my cock was bouncing up and down with the movement. Vanessa soon enclosed her hand around it and began to synchronise until I had to tell her to stop as I was almost exploding. The guy also halted my movements on him as he was obviously feeling the same. Vanessa then lay down on the sand and beckoned us to concentrate on her. I started to rub her between the legs, she was dripping wet, the other guy played with her breasts, her nipples were erect and he squeezed them until she squealed. He moved his hand down to join mine and I moved my hand down to Vanessa's arse and gently pushed one finger in her hole, I knew she loved this particularly when I was inside her. The guy began rubbing her clit and I gently went in and out of her little hole. I knew that she was going to come and she began moaning and writhing until it was hard to control our movements. She came with a scream that seemed to echo around the dunes and I expected people to come flocking to see what was going on.I knew Vanessa and I knew that she would want to come again. She lay down on the sand and opened her legs invitingly. The guy was really excited and he rushed forward to put his cock inside her glistening wide open cunt but she very strongly said,' 'Oh no, anything else but that, that's reserved' and she beckoned me to enter. This didn't deflate the guy (no pun intended) he continued to watch and wank himself. We changed positions and Vanessa put her arse in the air and I entered her from behind. She quickly came again and I just about stopped myself from cumming. She turned round and whispered that she wanted me to do something for her and she was laughing. She wanted to watch me suck this guy's cock. I had never done such a thing and I was reluctant. She pleaded with me until I relented and she asked the guy if he would let me do it. I think that he was beyond caring , he just wanted some release now. I approached his cock tentatively and began to suck the end, it was salty and wet with precum. I took the plunge and put it all in my mouth as far as it would go. Vanessa began to suck my cock all the time looking up to see me with a cock in my mouth. She was really getting off on this. Suddenly I felt a pulsing in his cock and knew he was going to cum I didn't know whether to pull away or let it shoot in my mouth. Vanessa shouted for me to keep it in my mouth and the first salty tang hit my tongue then another spurt and another until I had to let his cock out of my mouth and he continued shooting over my chest and stomach. My mouth was full of his cum I wasn't too sure whether to swallow or spit it out but then Vanessa quickly began to kiss me and I passed his cum into her mouth and she quickly swallowed it and then began to lick his cum off my stomach and chest. The guy stood watching, still hard, his cock twitching.By now I just wanted release and Vanessa knew it and she straddled me again and began moving with my cock inside her. Within a minute I could feel my cock ready to shoot. Vanessa quickly moved off me and put her hand around my cock and wanked me until I shot my spunk everywhere, over her face in my stomach and chest and in the sand. It felt like it wasn't going to end as spurt after spurt came. She licked it all p when I had finished. The guy began to walk away but she called him and went up to him and kissed him full on the lips, thanking him for such a good time. We never saw him again and never even knew his name but I am sure that he would remember this time for the rest of his life.This was the first of many adventures on this beach, if you like I can tell you more soon.To be continued? |
hostess.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/42/hostess.txt | (A story for my pet):Guests were starting to arrive, and she was nervous. They had gone to several other parties before, but this would be the first one that they had held for the group. He stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders and whispered "Relax" into her ear. Then he bit it gently. The "zing" made her giggle and she stepped forward to answer the door.Couples entered the home, and all the men studied her with an air of interest. She stood here with her long brown hair braided down her back, and the dress she wore was made of soft muslin. It was a simple sheath style, and the thin fabric allowed anyone who looked carefully enough to see the darkened nipples of her breasts. A sash gathered the dress at her waist, and the hem was just at her knees. Looking further down her shapely legs, she was barefoot. Besides the gazes of the men, several women studied her too. Their faces held a variety of emotions. Jealousy, eagerness, boredom, and in one case, fear.As a couple, they had joined a group of "like minded folks" who indulged in private pleasures that some might no understand. And if they did, they were either outraged, or, more often than not, secretly jealous. Once a month, they got together and enjoyed themselves. This month, it was their turn to host. As they all made small talk and secret plans, she watched him call for the groups attention. "Good evening everyone, I hope you are all having a pleasant time! If you will excuse us for a moment, I need to take care of something. I will return as soon as possible." With that, he escorted her from the living room and down the hallway to a small bedroom.Once inside, he gently removed her dress and nuzzled her neck. "If you have any doubts, tell me now." She giggled and answered; "No, I want to do this. For you, and for me." He nodded and smiled. "Thats my good little girl."From a dresser, he removed several items. First came the hood. It was made of leather and went over her head. When she wore it, her eyes were covered and she couldnt see. The area at the nose was tapered to allow for it, and she could breathe freely. An opening at the mouth allowed for full access so she could speak if need be, as a strap secured the hood under her chin. He tugged the zipper down and closed the hood over her head. In spite of the leather, she could still hear his words, if muffled slightly.A harness came next. He attached it around her so that her arms were secured to her sides, and he tugged her breasts through the openings. With a pinch to each nipple, he smiled at the sight of them growing larger.Next, he guided her to the bed and lay her down across it. Bending her legs so that her ankles came to her buttocks, he wrapped electrical tape around each of her legs to hold them in that position. She could move each leg from side to side and if anyone chose to, hey could hold her open and see her shaved vagina. A shackle went around each wrist and ankle, and he secured them together.Such a lovely sight; she was laying on the bed, open and exposed for all who came in to see. Bending over, he placed a kiss on her clit, then as he felt her shiver, he stood and whispered in the area of her ear; "You will be a good hostess and take good care of our guests tonight. But I will inform our friends of one thing: your ass is mine. No other cock will enter it. Do you understand?" She gasped a "yes" and felt a cool shift in the air as he left the room and the door closed behind him.How long she lay there, she didnt know. After a bit, the door opened. She remained silent as she waited. Suddenly, hands grabbed her and spun her around. Secured as she was, she could do nothing but accept what came next. Her head was pulled back and a thick penis was shoved inside her mouth. The words "Suck me, bitch," were grunted and she did as commanded. Her guest shoved himself deep inside her mouth and to the point where she felt she might gag. Fighting the reflex, she worked her mouth and tongue feverishly and soon felt her captor swell inside her cramping lips. Suddenly gobs of warm and gooey cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop as was expected of her. When he was done, her guest dropped her back to the bed and left without a word as she lay on her side.Before she could regain a sense of balance, she heard another voice chuckling. "How delightful!" She was spun around again, and lay on her back. Hands worked their way across her body, pinching and twisting her breasts. As she gasped at the sensation, she was smacked on her stomach and told; "NO TALKING!"The hands continued to work across her torso, inching slowly down to her shaved pussy. Suddenly she felt something cold and metallic clamp down on her clit. He pain caused little stars to explode in front of her covered eyes. In spite of the earlier instructions, she groaned at the sensation. Again, she was spanked. But this time only after she was flipped over. Hands came down on her ass cheeks and she felt them growing pink with each slap. Finally after what seemed to be too long for her liking, she felt herself being turned over again and her legs were pushed open. She felt his weight as he pressed himself against her and almost crooned with delight as she felt the size of him as he entered her. Laying here like nothing more than a piece of meat, she allowed her guest to pound away inside of her. She could feel her own juices starting to flow with the friction being created. A grunt and a sudden shift in tempo indicated to her that he was nearly finished. Suddenly, her guest arched his back and drove himself even deeper inside, then held still. She could feel his cock swelling and throbbing as he pumped his cum inside her. After a moment, he withdrew and left the room.One after another, they entered the room. Her guests enjoying themselves and her body. How many times she had wanted to be savaged like this? To be used like a willing vessel to receive as much cum as possible? She lost count of the cocks that had shoved past her lips and filled her mouth with hot and salty cum. Her pussy ached with the constant pounding that I received. Her breasts were pinched and twisted until they were sore and tender and begging for more. She especially loved the times when someone would fuck her (both face up, as well as face down) and before they finished, they would stop and shove themselves into her mouth. She could taste herself as well as the cum from her guests that had filled her pussy to the point that it was now dripping with white goo that leaked out of her.There was one guest that frightened her though. Halfway through the evening, he entered and flipped her onto her stomach. He started tracing a finger across her back and down between her ass cheeks. Slowly he worked it around her tiny sphincter, pressing gently. She clenched herself tight. Hands then moved and grasped her cheeks and pulled them apart. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing up and down. "No," she managed to gasp. "No?" came he muffled answer. The hood made hearing hard. "Please sir," she continued, "my ass belongs to my owner. He promised me that no other cock would ever have it." She felt tears forming in her eyes. "Please dont fuck my ass." She felt him pause and then his hands moved away from her ass and up her back. "You are a good slave, minding your master. It is right that you inform me of this." He then shoved his cock inside her pussy and pulled her by her hips to his own. Handing her that way, he slammed himself inside her and added his own cum to the pool inside her.There were times that women came to her bed. They usually had her twist to lick their pussy as they squatted over her face. Other times she suckled at their nipples or them at her breasts. She wasnt sure if she enjoyed women, sexually, but it was expected of her as a hostess to do what was required to please her guests. She did enjoy the kissing, however. Tongues snaking back and forth as lips pressed together made her head swim with horniness.Finally the evening was over. She knew that her guests would be shown to the front door by her owner, and they would thank him for allowing them to come over for the get-together. She waited as the house grew silent. Again, the door opened, and she could feel him enter the room."You did well tonight," he said. "Everyone told me that you were wonderful." The words filled her with giddiness. "So what should I do with you now? Release you? Or maybe let you stay here all night?" As much as she would have liked to remain as she was with him fucking her, she had to answer; "I need to pee." Laugher washed over her and she felt herself being lifted and taken (still secured) to the bathroom. She was placed on her back in the tub. "Okay, pee," she was told. Relaxing, she let the warm yellow liquid flow out of her body. It streamed down the drain and she felt her owner cutting the electrical tape around her legs with scissors. Her muscles started to cramp as she tried to relax and unfold her legs. "Slowly," she was told. He massaged her legs until the pain receded and she could feel them return to normal. Next he removed her shackles. After that, the harness, but not before he had given her nipples a twist or two. "Maybe we should have them pierced," he mused. "Then we can put pretty jewelry there, or weights. What do you think?" She could only give one answer: "Whatever you wish, Sir." He unzipped the hood and she saw him smiling. "Thats my good pet." He kissed her and helped her stand. Then he started the water running and with a hand-held shower massage, washed her inside and out. She knew she ran no risk of pregnancy since she had been "fixed" when he first took her in. In fact, the doctor that had done the work was one of her guests that evening! (But when he had visited her, she had no idea.) The warm water and soap felt luxurious as it washed across her skin. The washcloth was making sure every inch of her was cleansed.Later, he carried her to their room. She lay naked on the bed as he brought her food that was light enough no to upset her stomach, yet substantial enough to erase her hunger. (All that cum did little to take care of that!) As she sipped her tea, she looked up at him. "There was one person, I dont know who..." she paused. At his command, she continued. "He wanted my ass. I asked him not to because it was yours alone." He paused. "And?" She looked down; "And he said I was a good girl for reminding him. Then he fucked my pussy. Hard." He nodded. "And how did you feel about that?" She blushed a deep crimson. "I wanted it there, but knew what you had said. I knew that you would be mad at me if I allowed it." His laughter surprised her. "That was me, silly. I came to see how you were and decided to enjoy you as well. I should have told you." Her giggles answered his. Then will you fuck my ass now?"She didnt need to ask twice. Laying face down in the bed, she smiled at how wonderful she felt her life to be. Lucky enough to be owned by such a caring man, and having chances like this to be a hostess. She would always do her best to please him. She groaned with delight as she felt his cock slide up her asshole and start pounding away. Filled and fulfilled.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 42 |
blackbossbigboner.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/79/blackbossbigboner.txt | From the moment Tyrone McNeil laid eyes on the young wife of his newest employee at the company party, his mind had gone into overdrive to conjure up a plan to nail Mike Melton's beautiful wife. As Tyrone wasn't the kind of man that had women lining up to spread their legs for him, he had to resort to cunning and guile to satisfy his robust sexual appetite. Overweight, unattractive and years past his prime, these detrimental factors just made it a challenge he embraced and relished.For Tyrone, he got a great deal of pride and satisfaction in bedding an attractive woman, especially if the young beauty was white... and married! Nothing got Tyrone hornier than the prospect of meeting a daunting challenge, and nothing made the victory as sweet as beating overwhelming odds. Upon seeing the young beauty that first time, sizing up the odds against him being successful, Tyrone quickly determined that the prim and proper Susan Melton wasn't the type to cheat on her husband. Also, it wasn't likely Mike Melton was to type who would willingly serve up his beautiful young wife on a silver platter to another man. After much conjuring up various painstakingly detailed scenarios, in all of which the trim sexy white legs of the beautiful Susan Melton would end up wrapped around his fat black ass, Tyrone made up his demented and evil mind to bed the young wife one way or another -- however possible -- by hook or by crook! To begin the ball rolling, he would work his scam by pretending to take a personal interest in the unsuspecting white boy husband, hinting that he wanted to take the naive young fool under wing and groom him for promotion. At the same time, naturally having to spend a lot of time with Mike Melton, Tyrone tried to ingratiate himself with the punk's pretty wife Susan. He hoped that in the process, he'd manage to somehow charm his way into her tight little panties. Tyrone found that his initial assessment, or first impression, of the beautiful young wife had been down to a tee. He found her to be very polite, but obviously not interested in him in the least, either romantically or sexually. Gazing at the lovely beauty with dark reddish brown hair and ivory white skin, Tyrone felt his cock rising as he thought, 'Damn, she looks gorgeous... so fuck'n innocent! looking' In fact, if anything and really to his demented pleasure, Tyrone detected a twinge of disgust and revulsion by the young beauty whenever he was near her. He suspected that it was obviously in part due to growing up in an area or upper middle class suburban environment where she was sheltered from the exposure to blacks, but due largely to his being unable to take his eyes off her body whenever she happened along. Desperate to see the lovely young wife, Tyrone made it a point to visit Mike Melton at his home to discuss some business on occasion, saying that he finds it more productive at times to kick things around outside of the office and in a relaxed atmosphere. Susan's disinterest, repulsed by him would be more accurate description only made Tyrone even more determined to get into her tight little panties. That look of disgust or revulsion that he detected had Tyrone thinking 'God... that really turns me on... it'd be so nice if she didn't try to hide her feelings, to visibly express how she feels about me! Maybe she'll let those feelings be more visible, when I'm about to fuck the little bitch and when I'm deliberately twitching my black dick in her once I's nail her!'Mike, on the other hand, seemed to genuinely enjoy the preferential treatment he was receiving from his boss and he wanted very much to prove his boss' faith in him as being worthy of corporate promotion. With his plan coming together, Tyrone surreptitiously initiated the next phase of the plan, that of having Mike accompany him to an out of town convention scheduled to take place in a few weeks. As per his plan, when they returned from the day's meeting and dinner, Tyrone would make sure that Mike had consumed more alcohol than he might have otherwise, and invite the young punk up to his room for a nightcap.In Tyrone's hotel room after dinner and drinks, Tyrone poured them each a nightcap, slipping a potent combination of aphrodisiac and Viagra into Mike's drink. Unwittingly, Mike downed the drugs as Tyrone pretended to find a videotape, claiming it must have been inadvertently left behind by a previous hotel guest. Laughing as he read the title out loud to Mike, he suggested they pop it into the VCR and see if the video is as steamy as the title 'Employee's Sexy Young Wife'. As the two men watched the video, one that had been carefully chosen for this outing, as this particular movie involved that exact same type of scenario that Tyrone hoped to create with this young punk and his beautiful young wife. Best yet, that 'star' of the movie was very similar in height and build of Mike's beautiful wife, with hubby having a voyeurism fetish and enjoyed being a cuckold as his pretty wife reluctantly agreed to have sex with her stupid husband's bookie in order to keep him from getting beat up for an outstanding debt. Tyrone pretended not to notice, as he choked back a laugh in seeing his drunk employee staring transfixed at the steamy sex onscreen and his cock springing to life in his pants, partly due to the onscreen action and partly due to the Viagra. Obviously Mike Melton was shocked and intrigued to watch the impressively-endowed black bookie nail the white beauty onscreen. With Mike shifting nervously, blushing as he tried to hide his raging hard-on, Tyrone reassured him that he was only human and not to be self-conscious about nature simply taking its course and the fact that his cock was simply responding as any healthy, red-blooded man's would in viewing such a video. Tyrone wondered if Mike would make it back to his room before succumbing to the overwhelming urge to shuck his cock, tending to his maddening sexual arousal and attempting unsuccessfully to deflate his throbbing hard-on. Indeed, Mike got very little sleep that night, driven to distraction by thoughts of the steamy video and his inability to quell his horniness. His cunning boss knew the seed had been planted in his naive young subordinate's head, now it was just a matter of setting up a scenario that would give Tyrone an opening, with the young punk given the opportunity of watching as his beautiful wife is bedded by a big black, Tyrone, of course. On the pretense of wanting to get to know his up and coming managers on a more personal level, Tyrone set up to meet the couple at their house to pick them up and take them to an elegant dinner, as Mike was the most qualified candidate for the open managerial position. It would be a big promotion for the young punk, but Tyrone wanted to be certain that a manager's wife understood the time away from home that would be involved plus long hours at the office.Over dinner and drinks, while Mike and Susan were out on the dance floor, Tyrone added aphrodisiac to Susan's drink and a combination of aphrodisiac and Viagra to Mike's. A short time later, Tyrone could see the young beauty begin to squirm a bit in her chair, signaling to him that the aphrodisiac was in fact entering her bloodstream. And seeing how seductively she slow-danced with Mike their next trip out on the dance floor, Tyrone knew she was just itching for a fuck. With that, he claimed he was feeling like a third wheel, watching Mike and Susan dancing all night, and politely asked Susan for a dance. She blushed and tried to politely decline but Tyrone took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor before she had a chance to say no. Oh, she was hot for a fuck all right, but certainly not by him as Tyrone felt her shudder in revulsion as he held her soft manicured hand in his while his other arm slid around her trim waist. Knowing that the potent combination of aphrodisiac and Viagra was coursing through Mike's bloodstream, Tyrone hoped Mike would be thinking of the steamy video and that his sexually arousal was merely caused by the sight of his black boss out on the dance floor, slow-dancing with his beautiful young wife. Tyrone knew Mikey boy would find the stark contrast of the differences very erotic, big black body up against his wife's petite ivory one, ugly black boss paired up with his young pretty wife! As the evening drew late, they returned to the Melton's home, and Mike politely invited his boss in for a nightcap. Tyrone slipped another drug into Susan's drink, this time a drug that would put her in a daze but not out cold, as that would certainly spoil the fun, not seeing the look of fear, disgust and revulsion on her pretty face when he forced his ebony shaft up into her reluctant body! A short time later, the woozy young wife began to nod off on the sofa. Eyeing up the lovely beauty's sexy legs as she was sprawled up against the edge of the sofa, Tyrone licked at his thick lips in anticipation. And when Mike gently shook her awake, the drugged and disoriented beauty apologized for having had a bit too much to drink, excusing herself as she was going to retire to bed with the assistance from her husband.When Mike returned, Tyrone asked about Susan and Mike assured him she'd just had a bit too much to drink, apologizing for her having pooped out. Mike also added that his pretty wife was unaccustomed to drinking so much, and as such she'd simply need to sleep it off and be as good as new in the morning. As they sat and drank once again, Tyrone pretended to ponder for a bit, then brought up the steamy video they'd watched together while out of town attending the convention, confiding he just couldn't stop thinking about it.With Mike seemingly nodding in agreement, Tyrone then asked the young husband if he'd ever fantasized about such a thing involving his wife. When Mike blushed and said that his beautiful wife wasn't the type to ever go in for such a thing, that's when Tyrone suggested that perhaps Susan didn't have to know. He went on to remind Mike that Susan was pretty out of it, that she likely wouldn't notice as to who it was slipping into bed with her, and that she'd just assume it was her husband. Mike was shocked by Tyrone's bold proposal, and even more shocked to discover that his boss' suggestion was actually turning him on. With his boss's penchant for gambling and spending big bucks on whatever pleased him, in that sense Mike was not totally surprised in how the proposition was presented to him a $2,500 bonus, immediate promotion to the job he was being groomed for, plus the plush corner office that everyone was envious! "B-but what if she realizes it's not me and refuses... to go along?" Mike inquired. Tyrone assured Mike that if it failed, it's wasn't Mike's fault and he'd win all the perks that were proposed. He advised the young pup that they'd just take things slow and easy, see how things went, and if all was right then he'd slip into the bed with her. If she woke up and realized it wasn't Mike in bed with her, Tyrone would then simply apologize and claim he was too drunk to drive home and was invited to spend the night, but being unfamiliar with the layout of the house, he had stumbled into the wrong room by mistake. "And if she doesn't realize it's me in bed with her, we're home free!" Tyrone advised. With Mike in deep thought for a moment, pondering things, Tyrone could see that the stupid punk was actually considering the outrageous proposition. 'Fuck'n dumb shit, he's actually thinking about it! What a dumb fuck!' Tyrone thought, losing all respect for the dumb bastard who'd even consider such a preposterous proposal. And then the dumb ass stammered out "Y-you've got to wear a condom though!" Without giving the punk a chance to think it through and change his mind, Tyrone smiled and made his way to the bedroom with the punk right behind him. At the end of the hallway, outside the closed door to the master bedroom, Tyrone began to unbutton the top of his shirt as he turned and whispered, "If'n ya change yer mind on the condom... I'll up the bonus to 5 grand!"Hallway light turned off, Tyrone had stripped out of his clothing as they quietly slipped into the darkened bedroom where the unsuspecting young wife now had fallen asleep. Cock jutting straight out in anticipation, Tyrone had to let his eyes adjust a bit more before moving slowly to where the bed was located and then gently slipped into the Melton's marital bed. In bed with his subordinate's sexy young wife, an added thrill coursed through as he noticed the box on the edge of the nightstand that Mike had advised him of the box of condoms from which he was expected to obtain a protective rubber! Mike watched from the corner of the master bedroom, right next to the closed door, overwhelmed by a combination of panic, guilt and lust as he watched his raunchy black boss now in bed with his beautiful wife. His eyes adjusted now, room very dimly lit with a bit of moonlight coming in through the windows and filtered by the drapes. With Tyrone's massive black body now under the covers, Mike could make out the black arm draped over the thick comforter where Susan normally slept on her side.Black arm moving up and down over the thick covers, Mike could see the outline of his devious boss's hand now resting on what should be Susan's up raised left hip and ass. Then that black arm and hand went back up to slip under the covers, with Mike now making out the slight movement of the covers to indicate that Tyrone had his hand again where it had been, only now the only items separating hand from bare flesh was Susan's sheer nightie and silky panties.In her drugged state and still under the arousing effects of the aphrodisiac, Susan merely assumed that it was Mike in bed with her and just lay there enjoying his caresses. In fact, in need of being held and made love to, she gave in wantonly to his advances as she cooed and moaned "Hmmm, honey, oh yesss... touch me... touch me like that!" Seconds later, she panted out "Oh, honey... yes... yes... under my panties OH YESS1 touch me ...touch MEE!"Mike was so horny from the drugs that were slipped into his drinks that he was soon fondling himself through his pants, mesmerized by the sight of his black boss and his wife in bed together. Just as he'd seen in the steamy video, except this time it was taking place in his own marital bed and his lusting black boss was about to make love to his unsuspecting wife. 'Susan will know... she'll realize it's not me in bed with her... jezz, she's gonna be pissed an throw a fucking fit!' he thought, hearing her moans and writhing about in her dream-like haze.Having unzipped his pants, Mike sucked in his breathe as he stood in the corner, his cock rising to the occasion at the erotic images taking place on the bed that he shared with Susan. With his wife cooing and hearing her moans of pleasure, seeing her hands slide up from under the covers to grasp the metal rail of the headboard, Mike swore that he could hear the wet slushing sounds of his boss's thick finger sliding in and out of Susan's juicing twat.Faster and faster came the slushing sounds from under the cover, accompanied with his wife's timely panting. Then Mike's cock throbbed with added excitement as the covers were thrown off and he could even more clearly make out the contrast of black and white in the darkness. Some movement shielded by the black bulky form, then it became evident to Mike that his boss had stripped Susan's lacy panties off her long trim legs. Another movement by the dark black shadowy figure, then Mike was hit on the shoulder by something soft... as his wife's panties had just been tossed to him!The outline of Susan's trim ivory legs could be seen with knees raised while the dark ebony body of his boss was kneeling at the foot of the bed and then moving up slowly between them. With the outline of a black hand visible on Susan's ass from his vantage point, Mike could make out where his boss's head was at that moment ...right above his wife's soft golden curls. "Oh Honey, oh god, I love it! Yes! Yes!" Mike heard his beautiful wife cry as his boss began to eat her pussy.Susan screamed out as she clasped tightly upon the bottom rail above her head. Feet planted down upon the mattress with knees bent, she pushed down on the soles of her feet with all of her might, crying out in ecstasy as she was eaten out for the very first time.Arms and legs now prone and limp upon the bed, not believing how fantastic anything could feel, Susan now wanted her handsome husband to make real love to her. Feeling him now shuffling up between her widespread legs, she shivered with pleasure upon feeling his thick cockhead being put into position, then began to lubricate itself by being guided up and down her juicing slit. "Oh, honey, yes... ooh, yes... put it in... make love to me, honey!" she cooed.'Oh, God... he's about to put it in her... without a condom!' Mike realized as he stood there in the corner. Slowly and quietly, he slid across the carpeted room without a sound, then reached over to give his boss a slight shove on his shoulder to get his attention. Mike then leaned towards the nightstand and reached out for the box of condoms. Withdrawing one, he handed it to his boss who then backed off out from his wife's widespread legs to sit on the corner of the bed."Honey... honey... what are you doing? Please... please... please... Mike, come back... make love to me... pleaseeeeeeeee!" Mike heard his wife's desperate plea. His boss still sitting across the corner of the bed, obviously fumbling with getting the condom on, Mike then spoke up "Just a minute, honey... I need to get the condom on!"With his boss now moving back up into position, Mike slowly retreated back into the corner where he had come from. As his boss was once again lubricating his bloated cockhead between Susan's juicy slit, Mike shivered as his wife cooed, "Oh honey... you feel so big tonight. It's SO big!!"Mike's eyes bulged out wide in seeing his wife's trim arms reach up and grab the top rail of the headboard this time. Trim sexy legs raised, toes curled as her heels pushing on Tyrone's black asscheeks, Mike then heard the metal frame of the king-sized bed begin to rattle. Never had the bed even squeaked when he and Susan made love, but now the rattling made it sound as if all the nuts and bolts holding it together were about to fall off. 'Thump ... thump ... thump ... thump ... thump!' the bed began bumping up against the wall with each of his boss's heaving thrust into Susan's petite body. "Oh, yes... love me, honey... love me... love MEEE!" Mike heard his wife cry out, just like when they made love together. Bed rattling, thumping against the wall, then came Susan's wail "Oh, God yes, yes... fuck me... fuck me...fuck MEEE!!" Mike's jaw just dropped upon hearing his wife, realizing that this was the very first time he ever heard her use the 'F' word. In bed together, it had always been 'love me ...love me!'Obviously, Tyrone was giving his beautiful wife a fuck like she'd never before experienced in her young life. And the manner in which his boss was throwing the fuck into her, now humping her petite body at jackhammer speed, he was obviously enjoying this fuck tremendously. He heard Susan cry out as her body tensed and convulsedThen, Mike observed Tyrone's big black body shudder and convulse as he groaned out his lust. 'Oh, jeez... thank God I remembered the condom... or Susan might've ended up being impregnated by him! God, I thought she'd realize that it wasn't me in bed with her... that he'd never end up having sex with her... that I'd get the bonus, the promotion, the corner office... without it ever coming to this!' he shuddered.Then moments later, as he always did when with the big boss, Mike courteously opened the bedroom door for him. Bedroom door closed, with his boss putting on his clothes in the darkened hallway, Mike slipped past him and softly advised "I'll go make us a drink!" And then Mike was soon serving the man a drink at the bar, serving the man who had just fucked the brains out of his beautiful wife. He had just sacrificed his beautiful and innocent young wife, the woman he adored and loved so much, just for financial gain and of course the voyeuristic fulfillment of watching it all! With his boss having departed, Mike gathered up the dirty glasses to take them to the sink in order to rinse them and put the glasses into the dishwasher. Everything cleaned up, Mike then made his way down the hallway and opened the bedroom door once again. Entering and keeping the door open as normally would be done, he then began to get out his clothing. Then he noticed a glimmer in the dark from an item lying near the foot of the bed.Mike then realized that it was the empty foil packet of the condom he had given to his boss. He then went over to pick it up and put it into the nearby trashcan. But upon his picking up the item, Mike's heart nearly came to a stop in feeling the outline of the ribbed condom that still remained contained within the packet. In fact, the packet had not even been opened Mike realized as he felt the sealed edges. 'The bastard fucked her without using a condom! Shit the bastard came in her!' he shuddered.Lamp turned on in the spare bedroom across the way, the light from there would then allow him to view the damage done. With a wet wash cloth, Mike returned to the scene of the crime to clean up any incriminating evidence on the bed as well as his wife's inner thighs. But there was nothing that he could do to clean up of the most important place ...deep up in his wife's fertile womb! Only time would tell if his utter stupidity might come to light.But Mike was fuming mad as anyone would expect him to be in being deceived in such a manner. 'Bastard!' he cussed. Fuming, Mike thought that Tyrone had forgotten to pick up the unused condom on the way out of the bedroom and get away with not having used it! Little did he realize that Tyrone had purposely left it there for him to find and to realize what consequences might soon be forthcoming. 'He's not going to get away with this! No way! I'm going right into his office on Monday morning and demand the $5,000 bonus that he proposed he ain't cheating me out of it!' he fumed.Ten weeks later, Susan opened the front door to allow her husband's boss to enter, telling him "Thank you so much for coming over, Mr. McNeil! You've been so helpful, I just don't know how I'd have coped with Mike since that terrible accident two weeks ago!" As they sat at the bar over a drink, Susan proceeded to tell him, "I just don't understand how a thing could go from sheer joy when Mike got the large bonus and promotion to extreme depression just six weeks later! I would have thought my announcing to Mike that he was going to be a 'daddy' would excite him more... but instead, he started to drink... a lot!"Susan went on to blurt out how the doctors at the hospital believe it'll be a rather slow recovery, especially due to the head and chest injuries Mike had sustained when he went off the road and slammed into the rock wall. A bad brain contusion had his memory affected but she relayed that the doctors indicate that over time it'll get much better. Mike's breathing was rather shallow due to the severe chest contusion and he was speaking due to his vocal cords being injured also. "The doctors want me admit him to a long term rehab center where they specialize in the type of injuries Mike sustained, then bring him home on weekends to help stimulate his memory by familiar surroundings!"Asked for his advice, Tyrone reassured the lovely young wife that she should definitely go along with what the doctors had recommended. "I'm going to be here for you and Mike, Susan! The company's medical plan should pick up all the expenses not covered by the automobile's medical coverage, and if there's any additional the company will be taking care of it! So don't you fret any! In fact, when you bring Mike home that first weekend, I'll come on over to help stimulate his mind! I have an idea that just might work, give Mike some stimulation both mentally and physically!" he advised.When the young beauty asked as to what he had in mind to help Mike, Tyrone just smiled and advised that he's got to think it out some but patted her hand to reassure her, "I've got to think it out completely but I'm certain it'll work, just wait and see, my dear! Trust me!" He wanted to caress her soft delicate hand even more but forced himself to stop, telling himself, 'In due time, my man... in due time!' He told himself that he had to continue playing the part, not let on the fact that he wanted so badly to fuck the sexy little bitch once again.Deep down, Tyrone was ecstatic at hearing the good news that he was going to be a 'daddy'! 'If the bitch only knew no wonder Mikey boy went into a funk and started drinking too much and getting into that horrendous wreck, he found out that I got her knocked up that night!' he chuckled to himself. 'Well now, not talking, memory loss that's slowly coming back, needs something to help stimulate his memory ...well, I's sure know one thing that'll stimulate Mikey's mind and another part of his body, heh, heh!' he smiled.With Mike just sitting there in the wheelchair like a piece of vegetable, Susan was so glad that her husband boss had been there when she got Mike home from the long-term care center. She chided herself for initially having thought of Mr. McNeil as an ugly old letch, thinking 'I wrong could I have been! He's been so kind even treats me like his daughter! And he's here to help stimulate Mike's memory! I wonder what he has in mind if I recall, he said it'd help stimulate both Mike's memory and also physically! Mr. McNeil did say that he'd need my help I wonder what my part will be to help stimulate Mike!'Tyrone sized up the lovely young wife who had dressed so nicely to welcome her husband home when the handi-van dropped him off for his first stay following the accident. Taking in the beauty in her nice beige dress, black heels that accentuated her trim sexy legs, and Tyrone was eager to get started in having his young subordinate get better by having both his body and mind stimulated. With the lovely wife puzzled as to his plans to stimulate her husband, Mr. McNeil merely told her to follow him as he wheeled Mike down to the master bedroom.Susan was totally puzzled as why her husband's boss wheeled Mike down the hallway, by-passing the spare room that prepared for Mike, especially since she had shown the setup to Mr. McNeil before the handi-van had driven up. Entering the master bedroom, she took Mr. McNeil's cue as to enter and move off to the side. After Mr. McNeil moved to close the bedroom door, Mike's wheelchair was backed up till he was in the corner of the room next to the door. Puzzled, Susan said nothing but merely watched as her husband's boss put the brakes on with Mike facing the center of the room.A smiling Mr. McNeil rubbing his hands together and looking her asking "Are you ready, Susan? Ready to help me revive Mike's memory? And I's think that once we get started, it'll help his memory recover plus be physically stimulating for him!" When the lovely young wife looked at him, totally puzzled by his comments, Tyrone added "It's just a bit of a recreating the scene type of scenario I've thought up! In my opinion, recreating an actual event is the most ideal stimulant, don't you think, Susan?"All of what had just been said certainly made sense to Susan and she replied "Yes! Well, what you say certainly makes sense! But what can Mike gain from sitting there in the corner and looking at the bed he slept on since we got married?" Susan was puzzled and couldn't comprehend Mr. McNeil's reply of "Well, it's a recreation of an event that had Mike there in the corner! The event that led to his bonus, promotion ...as well as to what eventually led up to his drinking heavily and getting into that terrible accident!" "How? What can be recreated that would be a memorable event here?" she asked.Tyrone was waiting for this moment ...where he could give all the little details of the event he planned to recreate "Remember that night we had dinner out about ten weeks ago, when I came in for a nightcap ...the night you passed out on the sofa and Mike had to get you up and help you to the bedroom?" Seeing the young wife's eyes widen and lips part slightly, Tyrone smiled "I's sees ya remember that night, Susan!"Indeed she remember that night, the night where she and her loving husband made the most passionate love ever, when it later became apparent that the condom used in their frenzied lovemaking had been faulty and caused her to get impregnated. 'What's he referring to? What's he trying to get at?' she wondered, finally blurting out "W-what do you mean? What about that night?"With great delight, Tyrone smiled widely as he announced "Well Susan, when you went to bed and Mike rejoined me back in the den. I made him a proposition, he gets his promotion immediately, a big bonus, and the big corner office that everyone was fighting for, if he let me slide into bed with you!" With her eyes widening in horror and jaw dropping wide, he then added "Yes Susan, Mike was standing right there in the corner where he is now, watching it all, the baby yer carrying is 'my' baby!"Blinking in horror, trying to comprehend it all, Susan shuddered in realizing that it really had been her husband's boss in bed with her that night. That Mike had allowed it all to happen while he took his damned promotion and bonus, and apparently getting his jollies off while his boss had sex with her in their bed, letting him 'rape' her as she certainly would not have allowed such a thing to take place! 'It can't be true! It can't be true!' she repeated, but deep down, her churning belly told her that her husband's boss's little black baby was growing there at that instant.Her path to the door block by her husband's deceitful boss, Susan desperately tire to run pass the overweight man, but she was easily blocked by the big man. Both hands gripped at the wrists as she tried to pummel at him, Susan was no match for the strength of her husband's much stronger boss as he forced her backwards, the was pushing her down onto the bed. "Stop... stop!" she cried out but Susan soon found how well-prepared her husband's deviant boss was in planning this special day of Mike's homecoming as long plastic ties were looped around her wrists and then being secured to the bottom rail of the headboard."My, God... stop this! You... you're insane!" Susan cried out, struggling against the plastic ties as her husband's demented boss now straddle her waist and obscenely had his big black hands cupping her breasts through her dress and bra. "Oh, God... stop... please stop!" Susan sobbed as her assailant sought and found her nipples, then began to thumbed them through her clothing. Nipples clearly denting the fabric of her dress, she blushed with embarrassment when Tyrone snickered and called out, "Hey, Mikey boy, got yer purty wife all excited now, look at her nipples!"Front of her dress suddenly torn away by her lusting assailant, Susan struggled as her lacy bra was being pushed up as Tyrone panted "Wanna see those purty titties of yers! Wanna play with'em... ah, yeah... perfect titties... mmmm..." "Oh, God... oh, God... stop... stop!" she sobbed as the greedy bastard clamped his mouth upon one breast to suckle at her pink nipple, tonguing it to stiffness, then doing the same to its twin.Then suddenly, Tyrone had pulled up the hem of her dress and was trying to work her panties off her hips and down off her legs, all while keeping his weight upon her. Pressing herself down into the mattress, trying to prevent it from happening, but soon the silky wisp of fabric was being worked off her heels. Looking up at the bastard as he smirked while holding up her white lacy panties to his face, Susan then saw him ball it up and the toss them across the room, hitting the wall and then fluttering down perfectly onto Mike's left hand."Bring back memories, Mikey boy? Remember me tossing yer wife's panties over to you that night?" Tyrone yelled out. Then Tyrone turned to once again feast on Susan's succulent titties, tonguing and nipping at her stiff pinkies. Lifting his head and snickering at the wheelchair bound punk, he then look back down at the sobbing beauty as she shook with fear, telling her, "Thought ya said 'ol Mikey boy ain't been moving at all, can't comprehend, jist sitting still like a fuck'n vegetable?"With Tyrone turning his head back to the corner where Mike sat in the wheelchair, Susan blinked back the tears and gasped at the sight. She couldn't believe her eyes at what she was witnessing. The panties that had fluttered down to rest upon his left hand had been grasped and lifted by Mike, right up to his face and smelling them. The Tyrone was looking at her once again, taunting her with "See, it's working ...I's told ya I's figured a way on how to git Mikey's memory back and help him physically!""Now, sweetie, don't ya think that maybe a replay of that night outta will really help Mikey out, huh?" Tyrone smiled as he began to edge back down her sexy body. Over her thighs, then her knees, Tyrone then reached down to remove her heel and tossed them aside, fearing that she'd try to spike him with them. Working her dress over trim hips, he smiled at the sight of her sugar bush as he got his hand under her knees, then pushed her legs up and wide.'Oh, God... oh, God... it was him... it was him!' Susan shuddered with horror in realizing now that the most exquisite moment in her life had not an experience created by her loving husband. She shuddered as Tyrone's hot mouth clamped down upon her sex. Tossing and turning, withering about the bed, Susan was unable to get away as the bastard's thick tongue penetrated her slit and flicking about in search of her ultra sensitive clit.Gasping and panting for breathe, struggling against her bindings, Susan glanced to the corner of the bedroom and sucked in her breath. Her husband, with left hand still holding her panties up to his nose, now had reached into his pajama opening to shuck at his growing pud. 'Oh, God... he's enjoying it... enjoying watching this bastard rape me... again... he let him rape me then... and he's enjoying it again!' she realized.Closing her eyes in shame, her legs quivered from the sensation of tongue flicking against her clit, Susan arched up in response as the black bastard slurped away at her juicing honey. Susan screamed and cried out as she orgasmed in the bastard's mouth.Moments later, limp from the mind shattering orgasm from been eaten out once again, Susan was brought back to reality as the overweight black bastard was now trying to force himself into her. Thick oversized cockhead poking at her, Susan cried out and sobbed in fear, "Stop... no... stop... don't... don't... please don't rape meeeeeee!" With cockhead planted in place and large hands grasping her hips tightly, Susan wiggled her hips in trying to keep him from penetrating her, pleading "No... no... please... please don't rape me!""Ah sweetie, now don't be like that, I's jist helping Mikey boy with his memory and giving him some physically stimulation! Jist look at him over there, smelling yer sweet panties and wanking at his peter! Can't say that my plan ain't working, can ya, sweetie? Mikey boy jist loved it when I's stuck it in yer tight little snatch and he's jist gonna love watching now, with it being all lighted up for him to see! Besides, what's wrong with take my cock up that tight little snatch of yers ya's already knocked with my little bastard!" Tyrone laughed.Now this was what Tyrone wanted to see, the look of disgust and repulsion on the young wife's beautiful face as he was about to rape her. "C'mon, sweetie, this is for yer hubby, help him along in his recovery!" Tyrone advised as he grasped her trim hips tightly and lunged forward with all of its weight behind it. "Oh, God... stop... stop... it hurts!" came the cries that were just music to Tyrone's ears.As the lunging in and out Susan's petite body continued, with Tyrone's overweight black body upon her, building up speed steadily and getting up to jackhammer speed. The headboard rails began to rattle once again, as well as the headboard thumping against the wall, recreating that eventful night for Mike as he shucked faster and faster at his peter. Indeed, this was the ideal therapy for Mike's rehabilitation, both in bring back his memory as well as his physical movements.Mike watched the erotic scene taking place on his marital bed, this time it was much better in the daylight versus that dark night, hearing his lovely wife sobbing as well as the slushing sounds coming from between the two bodies. He heard his wife as she gritted her teeth to keep from displaying her climax. But the way her body shudder and toes curled with heels of her feet drumming on Tyrone's ass, it was obvious that she was orgasming around his boss's thick black cock.And with Tyrone grunting and body convulsing, it was quite obvious to Mike that his wife was now getting more of the baby juice that had been responsible for knocking her up that night. From his viewpoint, he could see the big black ball sac, saw it contract and then expand. Contract and then expand once again, sending stream after hot stream of gooey semen up into Susan's raped slit. 'At least it can't do any more damage! The damage is already done!' Mike thought rationally.An hour later, with the plastic binding cut when Tyrone departed, Susan moaned with pain as she reached over to grab a piece of her torn dress. Using the fabric to wipe the up the gooey evidence of the vile rape, she then manage to slide out of bed, then saw her husband sitting there like a vegetable once again. Taking her panties out of his limp hand, she put it on, then stared down in awe. Getting down to her knees, she used her torn dress to wipe her husband's pajama pants, cleaning up the wet cum stains.That next Wednesday, meeting with Mike's doctors at the long-term care facility, they wanted to know just what had happened over the weekend when Mike had gone home. Nervous, Susan didn't know just what to say, only stammering "Why ...why do you ask?" Then she was told "The change in your husband is like a miracle compared to when he left to go home to you! He's now responding much more, able to move his hands and fingers with more agility and he's nodding or shaking his head in answer to questions posed to him!"In the evening, Susan picked up the telephone and punched in the numbers, then waited for it to answer. She wondered if she should just hang up, but then with Mike's recovery in the balance, Susan remembered the vows she had given on their wedding day 'for better or worse'! No matter what Mike had done, even allowing his repulsive black boss to have sex with her, she just couldn't let him remain an invalid if there was a way to help him. She just had to help him in any way possible."Hello Mr. McNeil... this is Susan Melton! I-I'm sorry to bother you... but I wanted to ask a favor... if you could come over this Saturday, when the handi-van drops Mike off at home! The doctors told me today that whatever stimulation Mike received last weekend was like a 'miracle' cure... and that I should see that it continues!" Susan advised."You will... yes, he'll be coming home about 10:30 in the morning! Yes, yes, all right. Yes, yes, I'll do it if that's what it takes! Thank you! Goodbye!" She responded on the phone in answer to questions posed to her by Tyrone. Susan now shuddered as to what she had agreed to for Tyrone McNeil to come over and help give Mike that much needed stimulation like the past week.Only now, Mr. McNeil had made her agree to him providing her husband with something new recalling his exact words, "Dress up real nice like last week! And once I's wheel Mike into the bedroom, yer gonna git down on yer purty knees and unzip me. right in front of yer husband, then yer gonna suck me real good! And after I's cum in yer purty mouth. I's want ya to open yer mouth to show Mikey boy all my cum before ya's swallow it all down!"End of Story~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life inany way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out anyof the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 79 |
mywife7.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/17/mywife7.txt | |
myfantasy.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/54/myfantasy.txt | I was married just after my 19th birthday to a beautiful 19 year old blonde girl named Lori. She is 5'4", 105 Lbs, Long blonde hair and fair skin. With her 30-27-38 body, she catches everyone's eye. Being in the Army we moved to Washington State. It all started when an Army buddy of mine told me a story of a burglary that he heard about... A burglar tied up the husband and forced him to watch his young wife being raped in front of him by the prowler. During the rape, his wife started enjoying the assault and had an orgasm with the intruder... From that point on, I began fantasizing about watching my beautiful wife getting fucked by another man.I had asked her several times about doing this with me but she refused because she said that she didn't want to hurt me. At first she just thought I was fantasizing and she went along with me and pretended that I was a strange man trying to get into her pants. But as soon as she realized that I really wanted her to fuck another man, she froze up and that was the end of our lovemaking for the evening. She was very negative about it once she realized that I was serious.One Friday night when we were stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia during the mid 80's, she came home from work and I met her at the door with a rum and coke and asked her again about a threesome. To my utter amazement, she agreed. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked her if she was sure and she said she would, for me. I must have had a smile from ear to ear. I gave her a kiss and told her that I would be back and ask that she wear nothing to bed. I ran out of the house looking for the lucky guy. It was just before midnight when I seen a guy that was about my age at the time and approached him about what I had in mind, about that time, his battle buddy showed up. He said that he was up for it. He was maybe 6 foot and 180 lbs and was fair skinned like me. His battle buddy was Hispanic but about the same build. I lived on post so it didn't take long to get back home. As I opened the door to my house I saw that the lights were all off except the kitchen. I looked around the lower story and could tell she was in bed. I had asked the Hispanic guy to stay downstairs. I would have had him accompany us but without any contraceptives. It would be hard to explain a black hair, brown eyed baby.I walked up the stairs to our bedroom and entered my room. I undressed as I watch my wife sleep. I told the soldier that followed me up stairs that he could undress in the bathroom located across the hall. I stood there for a moment naked with a hard on that I could hammer nails with. The soldier appeared on my left side and I looked down and seen that his cock had to be at least 9" and twice the girth of my "Average" dick. I went forward and pulled the sheets back from my 25 year old wife of 5 years to reveal her beautiful tits. I licked her nipples for a few minutes and ran my hand down to her hips when I discovered that she was still wearing panties. I slipped them from her 30" waist exposing her blonde curly hair. She opened her eyes and shut them again as I started licking her cunt. Being the gentleman that I am, I asked the soldier if he would like to go first. Without saying a word he moved toward the bed. I moved over as he parted my wife's legs and positioned him self between them. Loris legs were partially wrapped around the soldiers' hips and he was moving near her cunt with his monster dick. I watched as he held her right thigh with his left hand and with the other he dipped the head of his dick into the wet crack getting the head of his dick wet. He then pushed his rod into her. She tried to move away from his pressure of his fat cock at first but once he was in he started moving his dick into and out of her she settled down. He reached under her ass, pulling her buttocks up. Her hips were held high as he took advantage of her vulnerability. She somehow kept her legs curled around his body. He increased his speed and crammed his meat into her on every thrust. His balls swung freely and strangely teased Lori's asshole by slapping against it. I loved it as I watched this guy slide his large cock into my wife. I went up to where my wife's face was and covered her mouth with mine. She was sucking my tongue and I was sucking hers and it made me hornier than hell. Every thrust he made pushed the air from her lungs and into mine. She had her hands on the soldiers' lower back and was pushing her hips toward this guy every time he pushed into her. I sat up for a moment and just watched him feed her his cock for a minute. We had not discussed the point that was coming up... He said that he had to cum and he asked if he could cum inside her, and without thinking I said no. I wish I'd have said yes. He pulled out of her and squirted a thick layer of cum on her abdomen. As he backed away from her I told him to go up to her. He did and my wife eagerly grabbed his cock and started licking her juices from his dick. I pushed her legs up until her feet supported her legs and were wide open to me. Her cunt was looking like a beautiful flower that was in bloom. Not realizing, I placed my hand on her lower abdomen and found my hand covered in the guys cum. I then slid his cum from her belly into her cunt with my hand, trying to put as much into her as I could. She was very loose and I could see her juices draining down her ass. I placed my finger into her hole to find that it had been stretched out a bit. I scooted up to her and placed my hard dick into her, loose as it was, it didn't take long at all before I came into her like I hadn't ever before. The soldier got up and turned her over onto her stomach. Watching my wife get fucked like this was unreal. On the edge of the bed on her elbows, my wife waited as he stepping behind her he placed his half erect dick into her again. I didn't take but a couple minutes and he was pounding his hard dick into her again and she was meeting his every thrust. I watched my wife bite her lover lip as she muffled a sound that could have only have been her having an orgasm. Another minute the soldier, holding onto her hips, pulled her onto his cock again her again then stopped and grinded it into her as she arched and flexed her back, milking his juices. He held it for a minute or two empting his nuts into her before they both fell onto the bed. After a few moments the soldier put on his clothes and my wife told me to take them back to their unit. It was almost 2 am when I got back... I went upstairs and Lori and I fucked and sucked like rabbits until daylight. I'd like to get back with that soldier again and arrange a reunion that my wife would like.That was 21 Years ago... I have brought the evening up since but my wife refuses to do it again... That doesn't stop me from fantasizing and trying a different approach that make it happen.END |
inthedark2.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/53/inthedark2.txt | From Part 1... Now nine or ten minutes. that's a long time when you're fucking standing up, in case you never tried it. As my last squirt sought its way into Sam's womb, my legs just gave out and I collapsed to the floor with her falling on top of me, panting. Our cum and juices were all over us both and we were still kissing, our lips swollen and tender. When we got our strength back, I thought, we'd have to lick each other off.Part 2------But our strength didn't return for 30 minutes or so because we both fell asleep there on the floor of the darkroom, cuddled together with her belly against mine. When we drifted back into consciousness, we fumbled around a bit, kissed warmly and might have actually licked each other clean. I absolutely loved Sam's slim, angular body and cute face. And Sam, did I mention, loved me back enormously! I could tell.By this time, our juices and cum had dried on our bodies and we decided to wash instead of lick each other learn. As I wiped between Sam's slender but powerful thighs. Her thighs, though slender, were so powerful she had once nearly squished my skull as she came while I enthusiastically ate her pussy). I remembered why I had been so turned on today. Then I realized that it was, of course, because I was thinking of Carolyn and what might take place the next day when I got her into this same darkroom.Sam and I cleaned up our mess, dressed ourselves and finished up a few chores in the darkroom, both happy as larks and sharing many kisses and hugs. Sam was a real pleasure.That night as I lay in bed, half asleep, half dreaming of Sam and Carolyn all mixed up in my brain, I slowly stroked and squeezed my rigid cock through one of those warm, slow and sensitive orgasms and then fell asleep with beautiful, tight young pussies dancing all through my head. Life was good.Morning came, and from the time I awoke until I got to work my cock was stiff as I'd ever experienced, nearly bursting from the blood pressure in it. But then the business of work kind of took over and old Clyde finally snuggled down against my leg and let me think of other things some, anyway.About mid-morning, it was time to take Carolyn to the darkroom and begin her instruction in processing photo prints. She was really cute that morning, with her short bobbed hair surrounding her cherubic sweet face. I could never believe she was the mother of children, she was just too fresh.In the darkroom, I first showed Carolyn how to mix the chemicals we'd be using that day, and how to set up the enlarger to make 8" x 10' prints for publicity releases. I had turned out the white lights and we were working in a red darkroom to help get her eyes used to that lower light level. Working in red light is pretty easy, as it is fairly bright, just red. That makes everything look a little different, but its easy enough to navigate in.Red light also cuts down a little on the detail of what you see, so Carolyn was right up next to me as I showed her how things were done. Several times, I felt her breast pressing into my arm as she looked over my shoulder. That started Clyde getting stiff, and he just got stiffer and stiffer as we progressed and I smelled her scent, a very nice perfume or cologne. Pretty soon my head was swimming and Clyde just plain hard, rubbing into the sides of the high darkroom sink as Carolyn and I stood close, side by side.By the time we were finished mixing chemicals and getting them to the right temperature, I was extremely turned on and had worked myself up to trying to kiss Carolyn. In the low level red light, I turned and put an arm around her, pulling her to me. With my other hand I touched her cheek and tried to turn her head to me so I could kiss her.Carolyn resisted and pulled her face away, saying, "Jim... no! I'm a married woman!" I replied, "I can't help it Carolyn, I have to kiss you," and pulled her back to me, turned her head to me (she didn't resist much) and kissed her full on her mouth. After a moment of her trying to pull back, but not too hard, she caved and fell against me, pressing her round and beautiful breasts into my chest.I wasted no time in pressing my advantage. I pushed my erection firmly into her body and intensified the kiss, letting my tongue flutter about her teeth and mouth. She began returning my kiss and I could feel responsive pressure from her lower body into my erection. I knew then that very soon Carolyn and I would be fucking deliciously, I just didn't know how deliciously.As I said earlier, the darkroom didn't have an abundance of space, so I just turned Carolyn slightly so her back was against the big sink and continued to kiss her perfect feminine mouth, her eyes, her neck and her ears, gently breathing my hot breath into her ear. I could feel her shiver in my arms each time I breathed into her ear. But each time I quickly returned to kissing her.It had been my experience with women so far, that until you had finally penetrated one, she could at any time decide to call it quits and call the whole thing off (no pun intended!). Sexy, arousing kisses delayed any such decision. Especially if a man's hands began exploring gently all those wonderful places on her body that gave every woman pleasure: her breasts, of course. And under those breasts, her neck especially the back of her neck her buttocks, her arms and finally, when the time seemed right, her lower abdomen and then her mound. If she hasn't stopped you by that time, you are free to go further, step by step.Carolyn was no exception. She seemed to adore all the attention she was getting, and every new place I touched her she quivered and shivered and kissed and pressed into me even more deeply. In short, Carolyn was getting hot, hot, hot. Very soon I could even smell her female musk, sweet and powerful you know, that intoxicating scent that just replaces every other emotion and desire in a man's entire being except to possess the woman in his arms.I was no different. Soon my hands were inside her blouse and she was moaning as I did magic things to her breasts and nipples. I know they were magic because she mumbled, "God, you're an artist!"Not long after that my hands lifted her skirt slowly until I could grasp her butt cheek in my hand. As I raised her skirt, my hand began to slide on her naked thigh and I was astounded to find it awash in slippery, creamy lubrication. Carolyn was creaming like crazy. And that drove me even crazier for her; I love a wet woman and this was one wet woman.As I slid my hands under her panties, her butt cheeks and thighs were all wet with her delicious juices. And they were delicious, as I found when I brought one hand to my mouth and sucked her exquisite liquor from my fingers. Carolyn observed me doing that and my act must have pleased her mightily, as she moaned loudly and began to rub Clyde through my pants.I wasted no more time. I swiftly lowered her panties and dropped them to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. Immediately I unzipped my pants and unfastened my belt, dropping my pants and shorts the same was. At that point I was much to excited to try to find a place to lie down, I simply bent my legs, lowered Clyde, all erect and swollen and wet from his own juice and about to burst wide open, and slid him slowly but without hesitation into her sweet and loving nest, through her swollen lips and into her depths, full stroke, full depth, right up to my balls. Our pubes were mixed together wildly as I pressed myself into her and she pressed back.My hands on her butt were still on very slippery territory. It was one of the sexiest feelings I had ever felt, my hands being able to slide in her juice all over her bum and her thighs, between them even, and feel the overflow of her sweet cunt as I kissed her deeply and she returned my kisses. Her hands pulled against my buttocks, trying to get more of me into her but I had no more to give unless somehow I could get my balls inside her, too (I remember that thought dancing through my head like a rainbow as we fucked standing there). Such a hot and wonderful fuck can never last for long, and within minutes she was moaning her orgasm into my ear, which drove me over the edge and caused me to squirt so much seed into her that I don't think I ever matched that volume again, anytime with any other woman. Thank god the fuck hadn't lasted too long, because my legs were just about shot. Remember yesterday I had fucked Sam standing up, and now I had just fucked Carolyn standing, too. I nearly collapsed as I withdrew, still kissing Carolyn. I noticed, though, that there were tear traces on her cheeks, and wondered what had caused her to cry.As I separated my body from hers, she opened her eyes and breathed, "Thank you!" I was amazed. Her husband must either not be fucking her at all, or he spends no time at it. And such a willing, hot, and sexy woman, too! She deserved better.Carolyn quickly moved our clothes around on the floor to make a pallet so we could lie down and cuddle. We did, and she repeated her "Thank you!" I replied, "No, no... sweet girl, thank YOU! I think that was the best time I ever had."She just smiled and snuggled closer. After a few minutes rest she began kissing my nipples, my neck, my swollen lips hers were full and swollen, too, a very sexy thing.To make a long story short, within fifteen minutes or so, I mounted her luscious body between her soft thighs and that time we fucked leisurely for twenty or so minutes, ending in a very sweet, but not quite so violent orgasm. She again exuded that intoxicatingly beautiful musk and again we were both awash in her copious release of her slippery lubricating liquor. After a bit, we cleaned up and Carolyn sort of pressed our wrinkled clothes using the dry mounting press in the darkroom clever! We decided to put off any print processing as it was nearing noon. Soon, we were dressed presentably, and we exited back to the offices.Carolyn was only working half days so she departed for home. Oddly enough, we never fucked again, as she apparently felt so guilty for enjoying our session she vowed never again. It was probably just as well, because when I returned to the office, Sam was there, and I could tell she was on fire, must madder than Hell.She told me she had heard everything Carolyn and I did. Either Carolyn or I (or perhaps even Sam) had left the "talk" key on in the darkroom unit and Sam had sat right by the office unit and listened. And she was not only mad, she was sexually aroused to a peak that she would have fucked me in a minute had I been able. But alas! I was not able until later that day, when indeed Sam gave me one of her best and warmest fucks ever. After that I promised never to do Carolyn again, and Sam forgave me. Carolyn, in her guilt, called in her resignation the next day and she never showed again. But Sam and I continued our relationship for a long time, and it just got better and better. *** |
kitchenfloor.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/63/kitchenfloor.txt | I just have to tell you about my little story. You see, I've wanted to fuck my father ever since I was 16. Now I'm 18 and I finally got what I've always wanted. Let me tell you how it happened.I knew all along that my father wanted me too. I have a size 38 chest with only a size 24 waist. Believe me, my father spent a good deal of his time trying not to look at my tits whenever I wore something skimpy (which was often lately).My 5 year old sister Tara and I had been bored all day. Today was the day I figured. There was nothing left to do but try. Tara and I were searching through the fridge when my father came up behind us and said the magic words."I'm bored," he said."Really?" I replied. "So are we.""What do you want to do?" he asked. Dumb mistake for him."I don't know," I said teasingly as I unbuttoned my blouse quickly and opened it up to show him my big tits and my black lace bra. "I can't think of a thing to do, can you?"My father licked his lips and glanced quickly at Tara before looking back down my shirt."I uh, can think of something," he said."Really?" I asked as I continued unbuttoning my blouse all the way until I pulled it completely open. "What?""Maybe we should go in the bedroom and take a nap," my father said.Then I did what proved to be the finishing touches. I unsnapped my bra and pulled off my shirt and bra at the same time. There I was standing half naked in front of my father with his mouth hanging halfway to the floor."Tara," my father said. "Maybe you should get your dolls and...""Tara," I interrupted. "Which would you rather do: play with your dolls or learn how to make babies?""I wanna know how to make babies!" Tara said."There you have it," I said as I started to unzip my jeans. "We better show her.""She's only five!" daddy protested.Then I applied the kill as I pretended to put my clothes back on, "You're right, maybe we should just all play dolls.""No! No!" Tara said smartly. "I wanna see how babies are made.""Should we play with dolls or show her?" I asked."I guess we should show her," Daddy finally conceded with a sheepish smile."I knew you wanted to fuck me," I said flatly as I continued unzipping my pants. "You want to fuck me so bad don't you?""Yes," my father said huskily as he began unzipping his pants."You want to fuck the hell out of your slutty little daughter don't you?" I asked as I ripped my jeans down in a hurry and stepped out of them."Yes," Daddy agreed. "OH GOD YES!" he groaned.As I pulled down my black panties I stared at my father's crotch."I'm gonna fuck that big cock of yours so hard Daddy," I said as my panties came off. "I can't wait to have you inside my tight pussy."With great speed my father pulled off his pants and underwear to reveal his impressive 9 inch cock."Now Tara," I said as I got down on my back on the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest. "Daddy's going to stuff his big cock up my tight pussy and make a baby with me."Daddy dropped to his knees in a hurry and guided his huge throbbing cock right between my legs. Tara watched with wide eyes as our father spread my pussy slit and pushed his cock into me slowly."OH GOD!" I groaned as his cock stretched my pussy nice and wide with that full painful feeling I love so much.Daddy scrunched down further, placing his hands on either side of my shoulders in a push up position and drove his massive cock straight into me with one hard thrust."OH YEA! FUCK ME!!" I screamed out loud. "Fuck my tight pussy Daddy!!""You're so tight baby!" Daddy moaned. "You're so fucking tight.""Oh god Daddy," I moaned as he ground his fat cock against my cervix. "I've kept my pussy nice and tight just for you. Just for you Daddy.""Oh god baby!" Daddy moaned as he slowly pulled his gigantic cock out of my pussy and then slid it back in. "OH GOD!""I'm your little fuck bitch!" I told him. "I'll fuck your big cock everyday Daddy!! Anytime you want it.""Oh Baby," he moaned as he leaned down and kissed my big tits and began sucking my nipples as he slowly fucked me with hard deliberate strokes."That's right Daddy," I moaned as I pushed my tits up in a bunch so he could suck them better. "Drill my pussy! Fuck the shit out of me Daddy! Give it to me."Suddenly he began to slam me against the kitchen floor with pounding thrusts that made me cum instantly. "OH FUCK! YES DADDY! YES!" I screamed. "MAKE ME CUM HARD!!""OH BABY!" Daddy yelled. "OH BABY CUM FOR ME!!""I'm cumming Daddy!" I continued screaming. "Pound my pussy harder! I'm cumming, of fuck I'm cumming! HARDER! HARDER!""Oh god," he groaned at last. "I'm gonna cum too baby.""Shoot that thick hot cum all over my tits daddy!" I urged him. "Show Tara how you squirt your fuck slut daughter with your hot thick cum!""ARGH!!" Daddy yelled as he pulled out of me and shot his cum all the way up my stomach and onto my tits. "YES DADDY, YES!!" I squealed with pleasure. "Jerk that cum all over me!""OH GOD!" Daddy groaned as he quickly crawled up to my face and started jerking himself off into my mouth. I opened wide and caught my daddy's cum on my lips and tongue."Cum in my mouth," I panted. "Mmmm, Daddy, that tastes so good!"Finally he leaned back against the refrigerator and laughed in orgasmic afterglow."Oh Daddy," I said rubbing his cum into my big tits. "Do I look good covered in my your cum?""Oh wow!" He laughed. "That looks so hot baby.""Do you like fucking your daughter?" I asked as I got up on my knees and rubbed my still wanting pussy."Oh yes baby," he smiled. "I love fucking you."Tara watched us, eyes wide.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 63 |
watching.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/50/watching.txt | Kathy and I had fantasized about her fucking another guy for a while. She and Mike, a married friend of ours, had become friendly to the point of being flirtatious. One night in bed Kathy told me Mike had made a pass at her and she thought seriously about fucking him. I said rather than her doing anything behind my back, I would agree if she would tell me about it in bed afterwards, I could watch, or participate. Kathy had kissed and petted other guys before me, but I was the first guy she had ever fucked. This is the story of the first time she fucked another guy, while I watched! Please contact me if you have the same interests and want to correspond.There I was, opening up the shades. From my vantage point of our upstairs bedroom window, I could see down in front of our apartment at Mikes car. The position from the window afforded me a perfect view through the windshield of the front seat of his car. Mike was sitting in the drivers side facing my wife, Kathy. They had just driven up and parked. We lived in the back of the complex and the parking place in front of our apartment was secluded. The parking area was illuminated by a nearby streetlight, so my vision was perfect of the two of them in the front seat. We all had been out at a company party earlier that evening. I volunteered to give a couple of coworkers a ride home, so this left Kathy no place to ride in our car. Mike then offered to give her a ride. Kathy and I had been fantasizing for a while about her fucking another guy. When the subject first came up in bed, I was intrigued and excited. I told her instead of doing something behind my back, I would agree if I could hear about it from her afterwards, watch her, or participate. She and Mike had been flirting lately and we had played some party games at Mikes house with him and his wife. Nothing went any further than some kissing and petting, but I new they had a thing for each other, and it was bound to happen sooner or later. So when the opportunity at the party came up for her to get a ride with him, I took advantage of the situation. They sat in the car for a little while talking and laughing. Soon it seemed the conversation got a little more intimate. They moved a little closer towards each other and the next thing I knew Mike leaned over and kissed her. Kathy wasted no time in kissing him back as I could see their mouths locked in a French kiss. Kathy reached her right hand up and put it behind his neck so she could pull his head closer as they kissed deeper. This scene of her locked in a passionate kiss was so exciting. Kathy had kissed and heavy petted other guys before we met, but I was the first guy she had fucked. Now she was about to fuck her first other guy, and I knew she had to be excited as hell. I put some lotion on my hand and was now stroking my hard dick as I watched. Mikes left hand then went up and started to caress her breast. I could see his hand rubbing it over the shirt and every now and then his fingers would pinch and squeeze her nipples. This action only caused her to kiss him deeper and more passionately. Kathys hand then dropped down from his neck to Mikes crotch. She started to rub his dick through his jeans. From where I was I could see his hard on clearly. Mike then unbuttoned Kathys shirt to reveal her breasts. She had not worn a bra or panties that night to the party. He pushed the shirt back to give him easy access to them. She turned in the seat to the front to give him easier access to both of her breasts. I could see his hand moving from one to the other. Kathy was still rubbing on his hard on through his pants as Mike then broke the kiss and leaned over to kiss her breasts. She put both of her hands on his head as his mouth moved from one then to the other. As Mike licked and sucked Kathys nipples, his left hand went to her jeans. He unsnapped, zipped them down, then his hand disappeared down out of sight as he started to finger her pussy. Kathys legs opened up as she slid her ass down in her seat to give his hand better access. Soon her crotch was gyrating to meet his finger as it fucked her. Then she pulled his head from her breasts and started to kiss him deep again. My dick was now rock hard as I stroked it watching Kathy kissing another guy while getting finger fucked. Soon she broke the kiss and leaned down to Mikes crotch. I watched as she undid his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and released his hard on. She motioned Mike to sit up and then slid his jeans down to around his ankles. Kathy then leaned over and started to lick his dick and suck on the head of it. Mike leaned back in the seat and started to enjoy the oral treat he was getting. His hands were on her head as she sucked him and he pulled her hair into little ponytails. I could see down perfectly as his dick disappeared into her mouth and she licked the entire length of it. Before long he looked down and said something to her. She sat up and pulled her jeans off, exposing her wet pussy to my view. Mike slid over to her side of the car. Kathy then straddled over him and I could see her rear as she positioned herself over his dick. His hands pulled her unbuttoned shirt up and grabbed her ass, spreading the cheeks and her pussy apart. My hand stroked my dick harder and faster as I watched Kathy lower her pussy onto Mikes dick. I watched as all of it disappeared deep into her pussy. She started to wiggle and grind on his dick as I watched Mike fuck her. Kathy loved to fuck on top and she took full advantage of this situation. She grabbed the car seat with both hands to give herself better leverage as she fucked his dick. Mike was sucking and caressing her breasts as they fucked. My heart was about to pump out of my chest I was so excited as I watched her fucking another guy. They finally came together and fell exhausted onto one another. After gathering up themselves, Kathy and Mike got dressed. They talked a little and kissed a couple more times. Kathy then got out of the car and I watched her walk up the sidewalk to our front door. I then laid down in our bed as I heard her come up the stairs. The bedroom was dimly lit by the streetlight. I could see her strip out of her jeans and shirt. Kathy got in bed and immediately reached for my hard dick. She lay up beside me and started to whisper in my ear as she stroked my hard dick. She asked what I had been doing to have such as hard on. I told her I had watched her fuck Mike in his car out of our bedroom window. This excited her to no end. I then told her to tell me every detail as she fucked me. Kathy then lay on her back and pulled me on top. She reached under and guided my hard dick into her wet pussy. It was the first time for sloppy seconds for either of us, and her pussy felt so wet and hot after being fucked by another dick. We fucked each other with more passion than ever before and my orgasm loaded her pussy for the second time full of cum. Not to long after I got to watch her again with Mike, on the sofa bed in our living room. That is another story for later. |
candy1.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/30/candy1.txt | They were up in Candy's bedroom after school, while Candy's mom was at work. Jordon always liked it when Candy's mom was home, because he was a vain 18 year old jock stud who loved the way the horny divorced bitch stared at his bulging crotch. But he had to be careful that Candy didn't get jealous... after all, it was 13year old high school freshman Candy whom he was fucking the brains out of. Oh don't get me wrong, he love to fuck both mother and daughter, but that might take some fancy footwork, or dick work, not that Jordon wasn't up to. He loved anything kinky and dirty and nasty. He was one of those kinds of guys. He'd made Candy blow him in the car while driving over to her house. Then he drove around for a while, pulling his car up next to school buses so the kids could look down and see the pretty petite blond haired girl with her faced buried in his crotch. He loved to humiliate cunts. It was almost as much fun as fucking them in the asshole, cunt and mouth. He'd gotten his first cock suck from Candy on the first date and he'd fucked her on the third. After all, he was the star athlete of Central High and every girl in the school wanted to be seen with him. Candy immediately had status, and even Candy's mom did. The ladies at the supermarket and the salon showered her with praise that her daughter was dating that cute hunk star athlete of the high school Jason Krause. Jason was six foot three inches of muscle, cute as hell and with a nine inch dick. Candy was four foot eight, just developing, although she did have nice tittie buds coming in. The first time he fucked her, Candy thought she would die. Hid dick was so large, and she'd never even seen a cock before. She knew that when she really loved a boy and he loved her, they had to have sex, so she allowed it. She did really love him, and he said he loved her more than any other girl he had dated. He had gotten eight other girls pregnant, and fucked over a hundred, but that didn't seem to matter to Candy, this was real love. She didn't like his sadistic little games, but her mother had warned her that "Men are funny. They get all turned on by the strangest things, and a girl just has to go along with it. It's the way life is. If you want a big strong handsome man to take care of you, you have to play his little games..." her mom had said. So Candy did. Like Jason had made Candy remove her panties at a party and then raise her skirt whenever they met one of his football player buddies...so Jason's pal could see her pussy. It was embarrassing as hell, but Jason said it made him proud and he wanted to show off how beautiful she was. Later, when they all been drinking and Candy had been fed alcohol by Jason, he had her sit on a table and spread her cunt-lips in front of about fifteen guys. When she'd refused at first, he'd asked her bluntly if she wanted to be his girlfriend or not. Of course she did. She loved him. So she'd done it. She'd had to show her titties too. Most of the guys were fucking older cunt and they laughed and called Jason a Pedophile and a cradle robber. Jason smiled and kissed Candy in front of them which made her feel proud and good, and he told them he liked young fresh meat. Now in Candy's room, as she neatly put away her school books and stuff, Jason got a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Do you really love me, Candy?""Oh Jace, you know I do." She looked at him and smiled that pretty little girl smile. "Did you think about what I said... you know about getting the tit implants." "I read that it can be dangerous in a girl my age because my breasts are just starting to develop." "That's great for you, but what about me. You are so fucking selfish Candy. What am I supposed to do in the meantime, twiddle my thumbs and go around with a girlfriend who ain't got no tits?" "I'm sorry Jace... it's just that I'm young and just starting to develop." "Well I'm getting fucking sick of having nothing to grab onto and suck. All the other guys are dating cunt with humongous udders. They all brag about it and laugh at me. I told you I know this doctor who would do the operation illegally so that there would be no problem. They give you shots in your tit-sacks and even in the nipples so they get all rubbery and big like sow udders. Christ that would be kewl! And then they put this shit in the tits to make them feel full and look very large. I'm making an appointment for next week." Jason wasn't going to hang onto Candy as a girlfriend for more than a few months, by then she would be too stretched out and used up for him, but he wanted to leave her pregnant and with huge grotesque tits if he could. It would be so God damned funny. She was so small... she'd look so fucking hysterical walking around with a size fifty- two bust. And this doctor he knew had a real sense of humor too... he'd do it for Jason if the jock would let him ass fuck Candy. No problem. Now Jason sat on the bed looking sad. Candy's eyes teared up. She couldn't stand it to see the love of her young life sad. "I'm sorry Jace, I'll do whatever you think is best." Jason looked at her. "Will yo prove to me that you love me?" Her eyes opened wider. She hated these tests, they were always something gross...but he was so insecure and he loved her so much. "I guess." "You guess? Boy, did I pick the wrong cunt to love. Here I do everything for you and you can't even prove you love me." "I'll prove it. What do you want me to do?" She rested her hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes. He was so, so handsome. Like a movie star. "It's a test to see how much you really love me." He got that naughty boy smile on his face again. He reached down into his gym back that he brought to her room, and pulled out his dirty jock strap. It was filthy and she could smell it immediately. She wrinkled up her cute pug nose. The stink of the dirty sweaty jock strap filled the room. "I've worn it for three weeks without washing it. I jerked off into it six times and even took a piss through it... what do you think... pretty gross, huh?" It stank horribly, but Candy was nevertheless fascinated by the prick pouch of her boyfriend. She looked at the stretched out pouch area...enlarged out of shape by his huge dick and balls. Her boyfriend had the biggest cock in the school. She was so proud, although she hated taking it in her thirteen year old ass. His nuts were gigantic and he loved to get them licked by Candy. "It smells horrible. Put it away." She said, not wanting to look at the yellow stained stiffly caked jock strap. "If you love me, I want you to clean it for me." He said with a smile, holding it out in two fingers, as if he were sickened by having to touch it. "Is that all? Well put it in the hamper." His smile got larger. "I want you to clean it with your mouth. I want you to suck it clean for me." Her face grew pale and her jaw dropped. She knew he wasn't kidding. This was so like him. " I can't. I'll get sick." "Come on, you've sucked my dick and licked my balls. You do it every couple of days... so what's the big deal?""Jace, its gross. Its horrible. Why would you want me to do something like that?" "I told you, to prove your love. Besides it will be hot to see you sucking on my dirty jockstrap. Fucking hot. Lots of girls at school do it for their boyfriends.""They do?" Candy was a brand new freshman, and she didn't know the grown up ways of high school kids. She had skipped sixth grade and was the youngest girl in the whole high school. "Sure, it's kind of like a test the girls have to pass in order to date guys on the football team. You have to admit we are the hottest guys in the school." He smiled shyly and held out the filthy fuck-strap for her. "What if I throw up?" "That's okay, I'll forgive you. Besides it will be damn funny. Here." Jason's big dick was rock hard in his pants. Candy reached out and took the scum encrusted jock-pouch in her tiny fingers. The smell was unbearable. "I-I don't know if I can." "Come on, baby, do it for me. Then I'll take you to that movie you wanted to see, this weekend. " He smiled at her and brushed a lock of her blond hair away from her cute face. "Do it for me." "She brought the elastic cock-pouch to her lips and touched them to it... she gagged, but then stretched out her little pink tongue and licked. It tasted salty and bitter and all kinds of things. "Go on, baby, suck it." He started to play with his swollen cock in his pants. The pretty little girl opened her mouth and inserted the sickening elastic dick pouch... she started to suck on it. She gagged a few times and Jason laughed and laughed. After the initial taste, it really wasn't so bad... it didn't get much worse... well a little bit when the dried cum became sticky and wet and slimy from the moisture and when the flavor of piss grew really strong. Candy made an ugly face that Jason thought was hysterical... but then kept on sucking. "That's right Bitch, suck that prick pouch. Get all that good dirty sweaty dick flavor. Taste my big sweat slick balls, Bitch Baby. Oh what a fucking slut you are, what a fucking cock hungry whore." Candy didn't pay any attention to the boy's swearing. Her mom had told her that most boys loved to talk dirty, and it was a sign that they were turned on by her and she should learn to enjoy it. "Eat that cock slop, Cunt Breath. Suck out that dick snot!" The strangest thing happened. Candy felt her nipples tingle and grow hard and her pussy started to itch and get wet. She was getting turned on by Jason. It always happened this way, at first she was humiliated and degraded by his antics, and then suddenly she felt all sexed up and turned on. spit and a bit of cum dripped from her chin. "Suck the ass straps too... they were deep in my ass crack... they probably have ass crap on them." She hated having to lick and suck his ass when they had sex, but he told her all the girls did it. He even told her which junior and senior girls were the best at sucking his ass, and it made her jealous. All the girls in the school talked about what a handsome ass he had, what muscular globes. But Candy was the only one (she thought) who got to lick and suck it. Actually Jason was fucking four other girls from other schools at the same time. He liked to play around. "Is your twat wet, Candy?" She couldn't answer she was sucking on his jock strap. "Is your twat wet... answer me, nod you head, Bitch." She nodded. "Show me, raise your skirt" She lifted her skirt, the jock strap hanging from her mouth and showed him the big wet stain on her little pink panties. "Jesus, you are a barnyard whore, you know that. What a fuck-hole. Shove some fingers up your cunt for me." Candy was too embarrassed. She shook her head no. "Do it Cum-dump... get some fingers up your dick-ditch and do it now!" Jason yelled. For some reason it was then that Jason decided he was indeed going to fuck Candy's mother. Maybe have them both at the same time... even make them do some lezzy action for him. suck his cum out of each other's cunts. Candy moved the leg band of her pink panties to one side to reveal her tiny hairless cunt. She worked some fingers between the puffy twat lips and forced them up into her pussy. She grew wetter and more worked up. Jason laughed. "Beautiful. Okay now stop sucking on that filthy jockstrap for a minute and listen to me. I played a little trick on you. Just a little joke. You know I love you very, very much, but I just played a tiny joke on you. Get as much jock strap in your mouth as you can. Good. You look like a little piggy like that. What joke did I play on you... you want to know? Okay because you are a good little prick pouch sucking piglet, I'll tell you. Guess what? THAT'S NOT MY JOCKSTRAP. IT BELONGS TO TYRONE, THAT BIG BLACK KID ON THE TEAM!" Jason rolled onto the bed laughing and pawing at his crotch, Candy gagged and gagged and felt the puke rise in her throat and had to swallow it again because of the elastic cock cover in her thirteen year old mouth. Big tears rolled down here cheeks. "You been sucking on that black dudes scum encrusted jock-strap, that he's worn for two months without washing. We was all kidding him about it. And I made a bet with him that I could get you to suck it." Jason shipped out a digital camera and snapped some photos of the little girl sucking on the jockstrap and crying. her fingers still up her pussy. "How did his big black dick taste, honey? That's what you get, serves you right for not remembering the taste of my cock. You should have known it wasn't mine from the flavor and smell. Now guess what? I want you to find mine..." he picked up his gym bag and tipped it upside down. Twenty four dirty jock straps tumbled out onto a pile on the floor."Here's the whole team. I want you to suck every one, until you find the one you think is mine. For every wrong guess, you get pussy spanked, and I take photos for the guys on the team." He unzipped and lowered his pants and cum soaked boxer shorts. "Here, I'll even let you taste my dick as much as you want to compare flavors... so come on Cunt Candy, start sucking." ****-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story ismeant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone actingout such scenarios in "real life" can look forward tomany unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 30 |
bobby.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/53/bobby.txt | Bobby loved to look at himself in the full length mirror. He turned himself on. At only 14 years old he was beautiful. Blond, blue eyes with the body of a dancer. He bent over and ran his hands lovingly up his perfectly shaved slender legs to his thighs and to his shaved pubic area and flat stomach. He smiled as he watched his shaved cock start to enlarge as he cupped his smooth cum filled ball sack with his left hand as he gently stroked his cock to a full 7" with his right hand. He coated his hand with pre cum and rubbed it on his hard nipples.Nature had blessed and cursed Bobby with a beautiful body and an early charge of hormones. Men were attracted to him and he loved to tease them. He knew it was naughty but it made his little prick hard to tease them and see their reaction.He lived with his grand mother who had her own life. She didn't pay much attention to him with her drinking and fucking about any cock that could get hard and fuck her hairy cunt. Bobby would peek at the drunken fucking but, even at his young age, was more interested in the cocks than his grand mother's hairy old cunt.He had his first orgasm when he was about 10 years old. His older cousin took him swimming in the river. As they drove in the cousin's old pick-up truck Bobby absent-mindedly rubbed his prick through his little swim suit. His cousin asked if that felt good and Bobby said his grand mother balled him out for doing that but it felt too good to quit so he did it when she wasn't around.Bobby noticed that his cousin was also rubbing a bulge in his swim suit. The cousin said that he too enjoyed rubbing his cock but you had to be careful who you did it in front of. The cousin let his swollen cock head pop out of the elastic band around his stomach and told Bobby he would show him how to jack off. Bobby didn't understand but said ok. He was ready for whatever the older boy wanted to show him.As soon as the truck was parked in a secluded spot near the river they got out. The older boy took off his swim suit and hung it on a branch. Nude, he turned towards Bobby and squeezed the base of his 6" swollen prick and wiped pre cum over the throbbing cock shaft. He told Bobby to pull his cock out too and let him see it.Bobby dropped his swim suit and stood naked, rubbing his very firm boy prick, turned on by his cousin's nudity and big cock, his raging hormones making his face feel hot as he showed off his own naughty prick.The cousin said that he had been jacking off thinking of Bobby and now he was fucking horny to finally see him nude and stroking. The dirty talk turned Bobby on and he replied that he was ready to do anything.The cousin sat down and spread his legs and had Bobby do the same. Then Bobby watched as the older boy started to stroke his cock. He had Bobby do the same and Bobby had never felt so naughty and hot as he felt something wonderful happening to him.The cousin said, "Oh yeah, Bobby, keep stroking your hard fuck meat. Fuck man, look how fucking hard and wet my fucker is. Oh fuck, I'm going to fuckin' shoot."Bobby watched as the older boy closed his eyes, opened his legs wider and started shooting strong streams of cum into the air. Some landed on Bobby's leg as Bobby jacked faster and faster and all of a sudden he nearly passed out as he experienced his first orgasm, streams of pent up cum coating his chest and pubic area.After that the cousin moved out of town but Bobby continued to jack off and even found that he liked the taste of his cum. He missed his cousin and his horny fuck meat.By the time he was 12 years old he noticed that some of his grand mother's boyfriends seemed to respond to his teasing. His body was well on the way to being something that any pervert would lust after. He was jacking off more and more and found he wanted something more as more hormones kicked in.One night he was lying in bed jacking his swollen prick and he heard a noise. He peeked out of his bedroom door and saw a man bringing his passed out grand mother home. Bobby was so fucking horny for cock. None of his young friends were into being naughty like his cousin had been.So he put on a baggy thin pair of shorts that barely hid his swinging prick. By now it was a nice 6" and fat and needed jacked off a lot.Bobby "accidentally" came out of his bedroom and the man saw him. He asked if he could help put his grand mother to bed. Bobby said sure and they got her to her bed.As they left the bedroom Bobby saw the man staring at his beautiful nearly nude 12 year old body with a swelling cock bulge. Bobby knew the man was horny and drunk and asked if he could get him a beer. The man said he would like that and sat on the couch. Bobby put a shot of whiskey in the beer and watched the man chug it down. Bobby sat next to him and put one foot on the couch so the man could see his pretty foot, slender leg and right up to his partly open leg of his shorts.The man was obviously drunk and hard for the young prick he saw in the shorts. He said he needed to take a piss and Bobby helped him up and to the bathroom and left. He heard the man cuss and say his zipper was stuck.Bobby went back in and saw the man trying to get his zipper open. He had a raging hard on. Bobby knelt in front of him and let his hand feel the hard cock through the pants as he found the zipper. As he teasingly, slowly pulled the zipper down he saw a shaved pubic area just before a cum swollen large cock popped out.He told the man he would help and, as the man leaned against the wall with both hands, Bobby grabbed the big prick and held it down as piss shot out. After the man finished Bobby held the hard prick with one hand and felt his shaved balls with the other.Bobby said, "Fucking cool mister. I've never seen a shaved cock before." With that Bobby pulled his shorts off and showed the man his own stiffening prick and some soft fuzz. Maybe I should shave too."I shave my cock and balls because your grand ma says it makes my fucker so nice to suck. She got me fucking horny but passed out before she could suck me off.""Gee mister, I jacked off with my cousin but it might be fun to try sucking cock. Can I try?""Sure, let's go back to the couch and I'll show you."The man undressed and Bobby rubbed his smooth ball sack and then squeezed pre cum out of the fat head and rubbed it around with his thumb. The man moaned as Bobby licked his cock head and then took it in his mouth and started to suck."Oh fuck, honey, I'm about to fucking cum. Oh fuck but you are fucking good cock sucker.""Cum on mister, fuck my mouth and let me drink your fucking cum load. I love feeling your big cock in my mouth."The man shot stream after stream down Bobby's throat and Bobby drank it all down.Bobby got up and stood in front of him, hands on hips, leaned back and said, "Look how fucking hard I am mister, would you suck my fucking cock? I need to fucking cum." The man knelt down, grabbed Bobby's bare ass cheeks and pulled his hard young cock deep into his mouth and sucked Bobby's huge load.Bobby was thinking that sucking cock sure beat jacking off as he went to the bathroom after the man left. That was the first time he lathered up and shaved his legs, pubic area and arm pits.By the time he was 14 years old he was sucking a lot of cock from his grand mother's boyfriends but thought he could do better with his striking good looks than fucking around with a bunch of dirty old drunks.***One night Bobby heard his grand mother and one of her boyfriends talking about a disgusting rich old faggot named Joel Bunch who had just barely escaped being arrested for trying to pick up a young boy. Early in the morning before his grand mother sobbed up and got out of bed Bobby found a Joel Bunch in the telephone directory and copied his address. An idea started to form in his head.He had shaved his body the day before so this morning he rubbed lotion over his smooth young body to show off his young skin. He dressed in thin old cut off jeans that showed off the bottom of his ass cheeks and nice cock bulge, cut off t- shirt, ankle socks and old tennis shoes. He liked how he looked.He rode his old bike to the address in a very rich part of town. He parked his bike, walked to the front door and rang the bell.The door opened and an old gentleman of about 60 years old dressed in a rich silken robe looked at him. Bobby looked down, embarrassed, and said he was trying to earn some money and asked if there was any yard work or anything the man needed.Just as he had hoped, the old pervert invited him in to discuss some work. They introduced themselves.It was only 10 a.m. but the man said he was having an early cocktail and asked if he could get him something to drink. Bobby said a Coke would be fine and Mr. Bunch left the sitting room. Bobby pulled up his cut offs to show more ass cheeks and rubbed his bulge for best impression.He peeked in the kitchen and saw the man take a couple extra shots of whisky. Mr. Bunch returned, a little flushed in the face, and gave Bobby his Coke.The man tried not to stare at Bobby's slender legs and cock bulge and said he could use some help in the yard. Bobby said he hoped he was dressed ok but it was a hot bicycle ride. The man said he should dress coolly and patted Bobby's bare thigh as they sat next to each other.As Bobby walked down the sidewalk from the house he saw the man shadowed behind the draperies fondling himself. Mr. Bunch had told Bobby where the shed was to find the lawn mower and agreed for an early morning start.Bobby decided he liked the old pervert. He was gentle and kind and Bobby was used to drinking. He wanted to give the man a thrill. After all, who knows what might happen?***The next morning Bobby was mowing and noticed the man watching from behind a window. Bobby was barefoot to show off his pretty feet, no shirt or under pants and a pair of old thin baggy shorts with wide leg openings. He was hot and sweaty and horny. He made sure the man could see his semi hard cock swinging back and forth through his wet shorts.After awhile the man yelled from the porch to come in, have a drink and cool off. This morning Mr. Bunch was dressed in tight jogging shorts and top. Not a bad figure for an old guy Bobby thought. Not a bad looking cock outlined in his shorts either.Mr. Bunch had Bobby enter and stand on the entry floor tiles while he took a cool damp towel and started to rub Bobby's perspiration from his back and then chest. Bobby could smell that Mr. Bunch had been drinking again. Fine!He had Bobby sit down so he could clean his bare feet. Bobby made sure his legs were spread when Mr. Bunch knelt in front of him and cleaned his feet with a hand towel. Mr. Bunch remarked on how pretty Bobby's feet were and took another dampened cool towel and started rubbing up his legs. He said how smooth his legs were and Bobby said thanks, that he shaved them because he liked to put lotion on them. Bobby then said that he shaved his whole body, even his pubic area because his skin felt so cool with lotion.Bobby knew Mr. Bunch had looked up his shorts leg and seen his swelling young prick and he was getting fucking horny from the size of his stiff mature cock straining against the leg of his jogging shorts and the growing wet spot.Mr. Bunch excused himself to wet the towel but Bobby knew he was getting more to drink. When he returned he didn't even try to hide his raging hard on bulge and reeked of booze.Bobby said it felt so nice and wondered if it would be ok if he removed his shorts so Mr. Bunch could cool his pubic area with the damp towel. Mr. Bunch slurred that would be a good idea.Bobby stood up and slowly lowered his shorts until his rigid 7" cock popped straight out, fat prick head shiny with pre cum and remained standing. Mr. Bunch was still on his knees, level with Bobby's stiff prick."Oh Mr. Bunch, I love your gentle touch on my skin. You are such a lovely man. You have made my cock so hard with your consideration, I hope you don't mind going ahead and cooling my smooth pubic area. I shaved just for you."Bobby raised his hands over his head and leaned back, eyes closed and cock throbbing as he felt Mr. Bunch's hands on his flat smooth belly and even around to his ass cheeks. Mr. Bunch was whimpering drunkenly as Bobby took his head and pulled it to his young prick and felt the head being sucked into his mouth. Mr. Bunch was a talented cock sucker and in no time Bobby released streams of cum down his throat.With that, the drunken man fell to the floor. Bobby laid beside him and kissed him, tasting his cum while reaching down and rubbing the man's jerking fuck meat.Bobby helped the man to his bed and laid him down. Bobby pulled Mr. Bunch's shorts off and released his cum soaked erection. He had cum and soaked his cock and pubic hair but was hard again.He muttered how he loved Bobby while Bobby licked cum from his pubic hair and then slipped his rigid cock into his mouth and sucked him off like no one else ever had and then he passed out still mumbling something about love.Bobby woke up early, showered and shaved his body and applied some expensive lotion that he found in the plush master bathroom. He was fucking horny thinking of his plan to stay with Mr. Bunch.He found orange juice and poured a big glass and added a large quantity of vodka. At 10 a.m. he went into the bedroom and Mr. Bunch was trying to wake up. Mr. Bunch opened his eyes and saw Bobby standing next to the bed, body radiant with healthy skin and lotion and his beautiful large cock stiff with anticipation."Oh my fucking head, you are a darling boy to bring me a morning drink. Maybe I shouldn't drink so much.""I love the way you drink Mr. Bunch, it makes you so fucking horny and I love to suck you off. Look how fucking hard I am for you.""I wish you would call me daddy and stay with me. I have never felt this way before. You could be the son I've never had."Bobby watched Joel drink the spiked o.j. and got him another. He would do anything to get out of his grand mother's dump and away from her low class cock suckers.Bobby sat on the bed and leaned over and kissed the head of Joel's stiffening prick."I would love to be your son, daddy. I have dreamed of having a daddy instead of a grand mother who doesn't give a flying fuck about me."Bobby leaned over again and sucked pre cum from the old perverts cock."I love you daddy and don't want to leave you. I will be such a good son. I will do anything you want. I am so fucking hard for you.""Oh Bobby, I love you so. I don't want to be mean but would you fuck my ass hole? I have always wanted that. It would be so special.""Oh yes daddy, here, call my grand mother on your knees so I can work my hard fuck meat into your moist brown little ass hole."The deal was sealed as Bobby fucked a huge cock load into his new daddy's moist ass hole. Ah yes, a privileged life for the perverted little cock sucker.ENDComments welcumed... all will be answered.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story ismeant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone actingout such scenarios in "real life" can look forward tomany unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 53 |
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jimswifeagain.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/70/jimswifeagain.txt | It was summertime and after dinner Jim and Karen went to a dance club for a drink and a little flirtatious fun, something they both enjoyed doing. This night Karen was slightly uncomfortable in the short silky dress, she thought it was too short to wear in public, but Jim had convinced her to wear it and told her that a bra would look funny under the spaghetti straps. As they had their drink and dance, Bob watched them from the bar. Eventually he came over and asked her to dance. Jim smiled at her as if he was daring her and she excepted the dare and walked to the dance floor. She danced stiffly at first, slightly embarrassed that her dress seemed to have a life of its own and was now only a little below her panties. A slow dance started and Bob held her hand as she started to go back to the table. Jim nodded his approval when she looked over at him. She looked back at Bob as if making a resolve and then put her hands on his shoulder and Bob placed his hands on her hips. She told him she that she was a teacher and he told her she was the sexiest teacher he had ever seen. She seemed to relax a little and pulled a little closer. "The first thing I noticed about you was the way your nipples pushed against your dress." Karen stiffened, then relaxed and smiled and said, "Most gentleman wouldn't notice." "I'm not a gentleman," Bob said. She laughed and pulled closer, noticing for the first time that he was aroused. She pulled away, looked at Jim, then looked at Bob and smiled mischievously. A second song started and she asked if we could keep dancing. She was having fun. Bob asked about her husband. "He'll be fine, he thinks I am too shy to be sexy with other men." "What do you think?" "I think you enjoy dancing with me." She moved closer and as his hands moved to her bottom she started to rub against his aroused cock. As the song slowed down her feet stopped moving but she pulled closer and he could feel her rub her front against him. He told her she had a wonderful bottom and that he enjoyed rubbing it, but it would feel even nicer without the panties. The song ended and they went back to the table. Jim yawned and said it was getting late. Karen told him that she was having fun and didn't want to leave. Her husband gave in and compromised by offering to invite Bob to their house for a drink. They all seemed happy with the compromise. She went to the bathroom and when she returned she asked her husband if she could dance one more dance while he paid the tab. As she took Bob's hand she said she had a surprise. She took his hand and as they stood close together and she placed it between them, and with only a little effort raised her dress and placed his hand on a very bare and very wet pussy. "What do you think now?""I think you are full of surprises." When Jim returned she convinced him to drive ahead and let her ride with her new friend. She also said that she wanted to dance a little more before she went home. He looked at her and told her she could do whatever she wanted. "Are you sure?" They took a booth off to the side and ordered more drinks. "You know I have never done this before. I feel really wicked. My husband tries to get me to go without a bra and panties, but until now I never felt comfortable. Maybe it's the drinks. I like the attention but you know we can't do anything more than flirt?" Bob placed his hand on her thigh and leaned forward to kiss her. "I know. We can just tease a little." With that he moved his hand the remaining few inches up her leg and felt the warmth and then the softness of the hair and then the moistness of a very excited pussy. Karen slumped forward a little and raised her hips in a slow circular motion to meet his fingers. As they stopped kissing she opened her eyes and looked around then placed her hand on his again. Her left hand reached for his thigh and the hard cock that now had reached its maximum 7-1/2 inches. "I like teasing," she said. As his hand wandered over her pussy his fingers slid between the lips and the heat of her body seemed centered in the depth of her cunt. Karen shivered and quickly sat up right. Bob's fingers make a squishy sound as they come out of her. "I've got to go. Take me home now, please." She straightened her dress and stood up. "That was a mistake, I'm married. Married women don't get felt up in clubs." He let her talk and as she talked he took her hand and led her to his car. "Your husband's waiting for us."They drove in silence. She crossed her arms over her chest, not in anger but to cover her breasts or more specifically her nipples. "I live in Libertyville, take the next exit." And then more silence. As they neared her home she gave directions in short sentences and stared straight ahead at the road, like a deer in the headlights. "Turn there. That's Jim's car, pull up by him." Karen opened the door quickly and said goodnight to him. "Let me walk you in. Jim is waiting."When she opened the door the house was dark. "Jim must have gone to bed. I'll be fine." "Can I come in?" He asked."I don't think that would be a good idea after what happened." She closed the door anyway and stood silent. After a few moments she looked up. "You can kiss me goodnight perhaps. You didn't kiss me at the club."Bob liked the quiet invitation. She turned her back to the door, leaning against it as they kissed. His hands slipped around her waist and then dropped to her hips. It was a school girl's kiss soft and questioning. They kissed again. Then there was silence. "I'm married, you know...""Yes, I met your husband. He wants us to do this.""I can't. It's too hard" Then she giggled at the joke and reached her hand down to cup his cock. She put her head on his shoulder and seemed to relax. He raised her hand and kissed her again. Slowly their tongues explored each other's mouths; the way new lovers kiss when they are ready to progress to the next step of their relationship. His hands slipped down to the curves of her bottom and as he looked her in the eye he leaned her against the door and slid down her body. As he knelt his hands pushed her dress up until he could see what her panties had once covered. He wondered briefly where she had left them. At first she had tried to pull away and then she sighed, apparently resigned to the inevitable assault on her cunt. There was a slight muskiness to the taste. He reached forward and pulled her against his mouth. She shivered again, but not from fear this time.There was a light on in the next room giving a soft glow to the wonderful person above him. He loved the taste. There was no flowery perfume, only the natural taste of a beautiful women who had danced until she became aroused. His tongue now went where only his fingers had been before. Karen did not move as his tongue drew her moist excitement into his mouth. Her hands that were before hanging by her side, she now placed on his head and she pushed him away from her cunt. He moved away, he respected her feelings. Her dress fell back into place as he stood. She kissed him softly and her tongue tasted of the same muskiness. "You can stay for awhile. Jim wanted you to come over."They moved in the direction of the couch. As she sat down she reached for his belt and took it off. "I want to see it." Then the zipper being lowered was the only sound in the room as she loosens his pants and pulled them down. Bob's briefs were seriously extended. "Did I do that?" She seemed relaxed and comfortable she smiled up at him and then pulled his shorts down."Oh my god, it's wonderful. How long is it? Jim's is over 6-inches.""It's 7, maybe a little longer, but I bet you could make it nine." She placed one hand on it gently. Lifting slightly and pulling it towards her. He knew what was coming and so did Karen. She leaned forward and touched the expanding tip with her lips. His cock jumped at the touch and she laughed."So this is what was poking me as we danced. You should be ashamed to treat a lady like that. You could have hurt me." Karen now placed the first inch between her lips and started to suck. Bob asked her to suck more. He was beyond the point of control; he wanted to fuck her mouth. She wanted to play. She adjusted the angle and another two inches disappeared between those two wonderful sucking lips. "More." And then another inch went in. She choked a little then looked up at him and started to move back and forth taking most of it into her mouth. "You're wonderful. I can't take much more. Do you want me to cum in your mouth or do you want to fuck?" "I'm in no hurry. Let's see what happens" She put my cock back in her mouth and sped up the sucking motion as her hand cradled his balls. When she felt the first reflex action she slowed down and took his cock out of her mouth and smiled again. God, he loved that innocent baby face and smile that had just been sucking on his cock. She was beautiful and childlike."Take my dress off." Somehow this shy schoolgirl and docile wife had taken control of the moment. "If Jim wants other men to see me, then take a look." Her dress was easy to remove, just one upward tug. She was now naked on the couch; her knees were together, her face was turned toward him and her nipples were very extended both from the rush of air and from her arousal. She sat like a princess for a moment, and he was waiting for the next surprise.In the doorway Bob he saw some kind of motion. Maybe her husband was awake. He tried to make out the shadows to see a shape or something. Then he saw Jim. He waited for a response. Was he going to rush angrily in to the room? Why was he just standing? Karen took Bob's hands and placed them on her breasts. For the moment the shadows in the hallway were forgotten."I love your nipples they're magnificent," he said as he cupped. They hardened more. He wanted to kiss them."I know, you stared at them all night. I like them kissed. I mean really kissed."He had her stand and softly kissed them through her dress. She braced herself as he started to lift the hem upward. He lowered his eyes to stare at her pussy as it came into view. The hair was matted where it covered the slit, but around it, it stood full and wonderful. Then the hips came into view, angular and inviting, pointing downward towards her cunt. Then the roundness of the belly was displayed, muscular and soft, the holder of motherhood, and the altar of Venus. Her ribcage was clearly visible under the raised dress expanding rapidly with her breath and the excitement of the moment. As he raised her dress the next few inches he saw them and bent forward. She must have been uncomfortable in that position, but she wanted what was about to happen. he wanted it too. At first he put just his lips around her left nipple, the one above the heart. The hardness of the nipple was pressed into the softness of the breast. His hands held her dress as they pressed into her back.He barely heard the words "Harder. Please kiss them harder" She placed her hands behind his head and pulled him towards her. His mouth filled with her breast took actions on its own. She liked the actions. And then the words again, "Harder" His teeth felt the flesh around her breasts and yet she pulled him tighter. His tongue explored the different textures of her breasts, first the smoothness of her baby-like skin and then the hardness of a women's nipple. His left hand slipped from her back to the roundness of her bottom as his mouth continued to suck on her breast. Then he moved it to her pussy; he wanted to feel the matted hair and the wetness of her opening. A finger barely slipped inside and she shuddered, then sighed, then she said, "Thanks. That was nice. I'm surprised I came so quickly."They stood there for a moment. Her dress raised above her breasts. She took his hand and kissed the fingers that had so recently delved into her most personal realm. Then that look again, innocent despite the events. There was a slight question in her eyes and a little fear in her lips. "Jim wanted me to do this. He's the one that invited you." Bob continued to lift her dress past her lips, past the eyes and over the head. She pulled her elbows down and her hands up to her shoulders. Partly out of a chill and partly out of modesty. Bob had forgotten about the shadow during Karen's orgasm. His mind was on her cumming and on his immediate future. Somehow they kissed then glided to the couch. She reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was impatient and also fearful that the mood would change. God, she looked beautiful, fully nude and unselfconscious. The shirt was off. Then he stood as she pulled the pants and the shorts down in one slow motion. Then they were both naked and rather innocent, two lovers on a secret tryst. "You've got to wear something." At first he didn't understand, but then he realized she wanted him to wear a condom. "I don't have one," he said. " I've never worn one. My wife doesn't like them." There was the silence again. He was prepared to give up the object of the night long game. Karen surprised him again. "I'll get one of Bob's from the bedroom." Then he remembered the shadow, but it was too late. Karen was up in a moment a naked dancer in a silent ballet headed for the bedroom. Bob heard whispered words coming from the hallway. She was talking to Jim. Only partial words came as far as the living room. "You said that I... I'm surprised that you... I want to fuck... Please..." Silence for an eternity. Then someone on turned the light."Hi, Karen said you were here. I came home and fell asleep, sorry I wasn't awake when you all got home." He walked into the room with Karen wonderfully naked beside him shyly holding her head down. Jim was not to be daunted, "Now where do we go from here.""He's not upset," Karen whispered, "I told you he wanted me to do this." Bob was not so sure of the situation and clutched his shirt over his lengthening cock. "Would you still like to make love to me." His cock twitched and grew even longer. "You would have to wear a condom." She sat down on the couch next to Bob and Jim sat facing them. Jim knew what was going to happen next; somehow they got through the uncomfortable dialogue. Jim turned on the stereo and sat on the other side of Karen."She like to have her nipples rubbed gently" Then her husband raised his hand to cup a breast and nodded at Bob to do the same. Karen sat perfectly still, at first. "She likes to have them kissed." They both leaned forward at the same time. Karen was not so still. As Bob continued to kiss and suck, her husband stopped and sat up pulling Karen to the couch and placing her on her back. Finally Bob had to break contact as she reclined and he was stretching out over her. She reached up and pulled him down to her. Her right leg bent upward and nestled against the back of the couch, while her left leg hung slightly over the edge. Bob's lips went from her breast to her mouth and as his tongue searched for an opening his cock did the same thing. Her husband knelt on the floor beside them and as Bob kissed her lips he kissed her nipples. Bob's cock was very harden and was kissing a very different pair of lips. "You're wet and I love it.""Go ahead, put it in," Karen said in a soft whispering voice. Bob could barely hear her."She said, put it in." Then her husband returned to biting on her left nipple.Bob's cock needed no further invitation. Once the acknowledging touch had passed the first 4" slid in easily. She was warm and very wet. The matted hair tickled the side of his thrusting cock as it slid in and out. Her hips at first still started to move against the thrusting and her right hand went to Jim's head pulling him closer. Karen and Bob kissed as if they would not have another chance. Her left hand eased between their bodies and came to rest against his cock where it was entering her cunt. The next two inches went easily in and she took her leg that was against the couch and wrapped it over his ass and pulled him down deeper and deeper. From here there were only uncharted depths and she knew it. Her pushing slowed and her breathing deepened. Bob raised his head to watch. They moved in slow motion as her husband stood and undressed. Jim's hand replaced his lips on her breast and his cock pushed against her lips. She didn't seem to notice as the last of Bob's cock plumbed the depth of her stretched pussy. She had not noticed the thickness before, but now the depth and width filled her like never before. After pausing the thrusting began again. Karen stared down over her hardened nipples and watched the motion of their bodies, mesmerized by the combination of friction, fullness, and depth. She looked up at Bob and kissed him, then turned and swallowed her husband's cock in its entirety.They fucked together as a threesome, one man in her cunt and one in her mouth. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt rubbing across Bob's chest. Her husband came first. Bob first heard him moan and then he heard her swallow. Jim pulled back and the second spurt caught her by surprise. It ran from her raised cheek down to her upper lip. She stopped fucking. Her tongue reached up and took the semen into her mouth. Jim leaned forward and kissed her. Bob was not through nor was she.She took her free hand and wiped her face and whispered to Jim. Bob didn't hear her. She lifted her head and looked down her body towards their connected organs. She kissed Bob once and then said more loudly, "Fuck my cunt! Fuck it!" This was a long way from the schoolgirl who had only an hour ago shyly invited a stranger into her home. Karen's husband moved back to the chair to watch. Both her legs wrapped around Bob's back and she started to fuck. She had cum once that he knew about, maybe twice or more, but now she fucked as if it were the first time. Bob forgot that her husband was there. Hell, he forgot the world existed. His mind and his cock were focused on the same thing, fucking Karen. He felt it swell up and so did she. "Cum in me, please!" She was neither quiet nor shy. "Cum in me! Make me cum! Fuck my cunt now! Fuck me harder! HARDER! DEEPER!" Her head came off the couch and her legs wrapped around him and pulled him deeper. She had all 7-inches deep in her now. There was only one thing left to give her and she felt it cumming."Yes! Yes... YES! That's it! Give me all of it! OH FUCK BOB! YES!"Bob came deep and long in massive torrents, his tense body jerking in ecstasy and he unloaded himself deep in Karen. "Don't move. Leave it in. Ohhhh, I'm cumming too," Karen groaned as her body responded to the moment.Then they were done.Bob felt her husband's hand on his shoulder. He was startled by the contact. His heart was still beating from the fuck. Karen looked at her husband as only a wife can look at a husband. Confused, Bob withdrew his cock from her. The semen immediately came to the surface and mingled with the matted hair. Bob stood and moved to the chair where her husband had been sitting. Jim took Bob's place and as Bob had once penetrated the perfect pussy with his cock, her husband penetrated her with his tongue. For what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, he lapped at her freshly fucked opening. Karen seemed at peace as she stretched out her hand to Bob and invited him closer. "I love it," she said. Her hand reached towards Bob's cock and pulled it towards her lips. The circle was complete. Her husband was kissing her cunt, while she cleaned off her lovers cock. They staid like that until they were both clean. She stood up comfortable both with her naked body and her two lovers. "Would you men like something to drink before we start again?" Then she headed for the kitchen confident, satisfied, and naked.The End |
barbath.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/barbath.txt | I got out of my car, an old '96 beat up Chevy Blazer that I kept around for occasions like this. I loved these passionate encounters with Nick, but I always kept my safety in the back of my mind. The less he knew about the real me, the better. My real name is Rebecca, but Nick knows me as Kat, I'm 26 years old, and that I'm honest with him about. I stand at 5'6", with brown wavy hair that hangs a bit past my shoulders, and piercing green eyes, or so I've been told. I'm slim but I have an amazing set of tits, 36 D and completely natural. I love it when guys openly drool over my tits; it gets me hot and makes me want to surrender myself to them right then and there. But of course, no one knows about my dirty little secret, so I just smile and move on, fantasizing about what kind of creative things they might do to me and trying not to soak through my panties because I get so damn wet. But as I walked up to the bars entrance a felt a nauseating wave of anxiety sweep over me. I took a moment to smooth down my blue green plaid mini skirt, and adjust my white, almost see through, halter top to maximize the amount of cleavage I was showing. Taking a deep breath I reminded myself that I always felt these nerves before an encounter with Nick, and he had yet to disappoint me. I took a last look at my hot red 'fuck me' pumps, they matched the 'cock sucker' red lipstick I wore, and brushed a few wisps of hair that had escaped my pig tailed braids out of my face. One more deep breath and I pushed open the door; there was no turning back now. The bar Nick had chosen for this encounter was less then impressive to say the least. It was a dingy hole in the wall kind of a place, with bad country music playing faintly from somewhere near the back. It was reeking of smoke and the sleaze ball occupants who were in desperate need of a shower. I glanced around looking for Nick, but he was no where to be seen. It wasn't like him to be late, so I figured he wanted me to feel the stares of every grimy pervert in the place, a bit of humiliation to kick the night off right. And stare they did. As I made my way slowly towards a dark corner booth in the back I caught most of them staring at me, drooling without shame. I was horny, worried, and horribly humiliated all at once. Exactly what Nick wanted and was expecting of me. A few of them had the balls to whistle or lick their lips at me suggestively. The thought of their balls instantly made me wonder how big their dicks were and just how good they would feel sliding into me, but it was a fleeting fantasy. Nick had yet to share me, and I highly doubted he would pick any one of these dirt bags to be the first. Only steps away from the booth I was seeking, one of the men I passed smacked me on the ass as I walked by. I stopped in my place momentarily, fighting off my instinct to whip around and demand to know who he thought he was. That would be my everyday side. The dark side of me, the side that only wished he had hit me harder, the side in control tonight, won of course. I hung my head for a fraction of a second, muttered "Sorry, excuse me," as if I were in the wrong, then looked straight forward again and made it to the booth without any further trouble. An eager waiter quickly found his way to me, he appeared to be extremely disappointed when I denied his offers to get me anything, even a first drink on the house, explaining that I wanted to wait to order until the party I was meeting arrived. Nick would tell me if I was allowed to drink or not. Some nights he wanted me so trashed that I could barely follow orders; it gave him all the more excuse to punish me. Other nights, like I suspected tonight might be, he wanted me as sober as a rock so that I would be sure to remember our encounter. I waited anxiously for 10 minutes, enduring the stares and whispers from every man in the bar, tapping one of my 'fuck me' pumps rapidly against the bar room floor. I was just starting to debate whether to give up and leave or hang around for another 10 minutes when I saw Nick come in. A wave of delight washed over me, and I quickly scooted out of the booth so that I could wait for him at the head of the table, eyes to the floor, as expected of me. As his shoes came into view, I heard Nick's soft spoken voice greet me. "Good evening, Slut. Been waiting long?" he asked casually, but I could hear the humor he was getting out of this in his voice. "Waiting is never an issue, Sir" I quickly responded on cue. "Mm, good girl," he praised me, smoothing his hand over my hair. It was a seemingly affectionate and romantic gesture that took me by surprise and even if I had been allowed to respond I wouldn't have known how to. One of our key rules is that I'm not to speak unless asked a question or instructed to do so otherwise. Nick always tells me that he likes his bitches to be seen and not heard unless their screaming out his name in agony. "Okay then whore, you seem to have followed my instructions, get into the booth. You may raise your face to me." It wasn't so much an option as it was a gentle command. I slid into the booth until my shoulder pressed up against the wall, and Nick slid in next to me, his well toned body taking most of the left over space. The waiter returned, although not so eagerly this time, and Nick ordered himself a shot of tequila with a beer back. When the waiter looked my way, Nick interrupted his offer and told him I would be having a shot as well, but without the beer. I was surprised that he was allowing me alcohol and looked over his way."Just one shot," Nick growled, "I need you loosened up a bit for what I have planned."The waiter arrived promptly with our order "And that's going to be all we're ordering tonight, so I expect we'll be having some privacy," Nick informed the waiter, who spent a little to long trying to stare down my shirt as Nick pulled out his wallet. "Got a problem, you little perv?" He snarled. Nick did not enjoy anyone eyeing his property in his presence unless he had specifically invited them to do so. "No sir," The waiter nearly yelped, shooting his eyes to the floor and darting off with the money. "Don't even think about slamming that yet bitch," Nick warned me, shoving the shot in front of me, as if I had to be told. He took his shot and then sipped his beer for a few moments without so much as looking at me. My stomach was starting to turn and knot up. Nick was obviously not having a good day, normally he was rough with me, on bad days like this I was a fair game vent to his anger. He scared me when he was having a bad day. "I can't stay real long tonight, fuck face, my wife has some social event she insists I intend" Nicks wife knew about me, and if there were other girls, that was a question I dared not ask, she knew about them too. As long as Nick kept her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to, and showed up at key events to maintain her image, she could care less when, where, or who he fucked. He glared over at me, "So I'm going to say this once and only once, I expect your complete obedience, anything less and not only will you be sorry but I'll leave you before I finish." I could feel the look of horror cross my face, if I failed to make Nick cum, I failed in my position as his whore, a disappointment I refused to face.Knowing I strived to be nothing short of loyal and obedient, Nick stretched his neck out and sighed. Finally, he looked my way, slowly running his eyes up and down me. I knew he wanted me, and as scared as I was, I was getting wet waiting to feel his rock hard cock probing deeper into me then anyone I'd ever been with."Okay," he said, motioning towards the shot. I started to reach for it and an idea seemed to hit him as a malicious grin spread across his face. "Wait." he reached out and caressed my tits through my halter, then slid his hand down my shirt and found my right nipple with his fingers. He took a moment to rub and twist it softly until it was erect and my breathing was becoming more rapid. At that moment he pinched my firm nipple in his thumb and finger until I thought it was going to pop. Shock prolonged my reaction and as my mouth flew open with a gasp, he snapped at me, "Take the damn shot cunt, do it now, and do it without chaser." I fought through the pain and did as I was told, sputtering for a moment after as the tequila burned its way down my throat. He eased his grip on me and removed his hand, smiling as he did.Nick sipped his beer a little longer, seemingly lost in thought. He let his hand fall under the table and land on my thigh. Nick rarely wasted time amusing himself with just the sight of me.As he slid his hand farther up and to the edge of skirt, he hesitated, "No panties, right bitch?" "No sir," I replied meekly, already melting at the feel of his touch.He allowed his hand to continue moving up until he found my clean shaven pussy. Again he paused, this time leaning in close to me nuzzling into my neck as if a lover would and using his soft spoken charm, begin to caress my pussy even as he warned me."I don't want anyone in this bar to have any idea what's going on under this table whore. Do you understand me? You are not to show any reaction to anything I do, unless I tell you otherwise.""Mm-hmm," I mumbled, fighting to control my breathing even as he separated my pussy lips with his fingers."Say it fuck face," he demanded, still nuzzled into my neck."Sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. Understood, sir," I managed to spit out, barely loud enough for Nick to even hear."Good girl," Nick praised me as he straightened up and rammed two fingers into my wet cunt, roughly and without warning. Nick rarely gives warning, he loves to see the shock rippling through his whore's body, and you can be sure if Nick's doing it, it's going to be rough. I've even taken a minute to wonder before if he fucks his wife like he fucks his bitches or he makes love to her soft and slow. The thought was shoved from my conscious mind when he rammed his solid, and slick from my cunt, dick into my ass that day. Without warning, of course. I managed to keep my composure pretty solid while he finger fucked my pussy with just two fingers to warm me up. On one of the back strokes he added a third finger and rammed me again. My breathing quickened along with my pulse, I bit down hard on my lower lip, but Nick said nothing, so I knew I was still doing okay. The fourth finger he added managed to elicit a soft moan from me, Nick raised an eyebrow when I did, a smile playing across his lips, but he still said nothing. A few more strokes in and out of me and then he got to me. Nick shoved fingers in as far as they could go and then dug in and scrapped his fingernails down me. I closed my eyes and winced fairly hard, he did it again, on the other side and a small cry escaped from my lips as I leaned forward onto the table for support. Nick ripped his fingers out of my pussy, clearly angry with me. "Big mistake you dirty cunt." He clucked his tongue and shook his head at me as I righted myself, breathing hard. Looking disgusted he shoved his fingers in front of my face, "Clean me off you dirty, fucking, whore. I'm not putting any shit that comes from your dirty ass-self in my mouth." Feeling hurt, even though I knew he was only doing what he did best, degrade me, I lapped my juices off his fingers, one at a time, and as sensually as I could manage given the throbbing in my cunt and the blow to my pride. But I knew better then to have pride when I was with Nick. That was something that in my normal life was not only acceptable, but expected. With Nick, I was a piece of meat, his property, and good for not much more then to get him off. And I enjoyed being his piece of meat. I got off on being worth little more then dirt to him. It was easy to forget, but with Nick, the only pride that mattered was his, anything that mattered was only applicable to him. And that's the way I wanted it, or I would never be in this grungy bar, pretending I didn't see the men staring at us, and wondering what he had that they didn't, that gave him such power over me. Because so help me, everything about Nick and the encounters we had was just more then amazing sex. It was a vicious need buried deep inside of me. Nick took his hand back from me and inspected it closely. "Decent job fuck-face." He snarled at me, wiping the left over spit onto the front of my top, man-handling my tits in the process.He slammed the rest of his beer and stood up. "Come on cunt, I need to use the restroom" I scooted quickly out of the booth and scurried to catch up with Nick as he took long strides toward the bathrooms.Nick pushed on the swinging door of the men's room and waited. "After you," he said, smiling. I walked in, swinging my ass a little for fun, and waited right inside the doorway for him. He joined me and opened the door to the handicap stall, the bathroom was empty besides the two of us. I stood still, not sure what to do, he had never used me in a bathroom before, so I stood still assuming it was to keep me where he could see me, keeping the other men from trying to pick me up. He took a step towards me and grabbed a hold of my left pig-tailed braid, yanking me roughly towards the stall. I nearly toppled over in the process but caught my balance and whimpering, made my way into the stall ahead of Nick. He swung the door behind us and locked it. "On your knees you no good fucking slut," Nick demanded. He would be no-nonsense from here on out, and I did as I was told and I could feel the desire for him blinding me to any negativity I might feel towards being used in this shit hole, no toilet paper, grimy, bathroom. I was on my knees on a floor that looked like it hadn't been washed in the last year, the walls around me covered with graffiti of tits, and phone numbers to call 'for a good time'. It was utterly disgusting and as ashamed as I knew I would feel later, I was loving it now, and it right now was all I cared about.Nick unzipped his pants and dropped them along with his black silk boxers to the floor. His 9in long, 2in wide, rock hard cock popped out enthusiastically. He stroked it for a moment watching me lick my lips, knowing my pussy was dripping just from seeing it. He stepped closer to me, so close that if I puckered my lips I could probably have kissed his balls, it was a tempting thought, but I knew better then to do anything without permission. And then he smacked me across the face with his dick. Smacked it again the other way, and again and again. When my face was red to Nick's standards, he stepped back and pinched my cheeks to open my mouth. He shoved his lovely cock roughly into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head while doing so. We've had many encounters already, but I still haven't been able to get past my gag reflex, so we do it Nick's way, he forces me back and forth onto his cock and I had just better not bite down. "Mm, that's right, suck my fucking cock you whore. Suck it good, bitch. You're a good for nothing fuck face. Can't even suck my fucking dick without me fucking helping you. I don't know why I even fucking bother with your slutty ass. You're lucky that tight little cunt of yours pleases me bitch, I wouldn't even bother with you if you weren't so god damned obedient," Nick moaned, thrusting deep into my mouth quickly and repeatedly.I was fighting the urge to throw up as his cock scraped the back of my throat, and losing, when he pulled out and stepped back, quickly removing a gag ball from his pocket as he did so. Before I could even close my mouth he had shoved the ball in my mouth and was reaching back to fasten the strap. The stealth he moved with never failed to amaze me.The gag fastened securely in my mouth, preventing me from throwing up, or at least from it exiting my mouth, Nick fiddled with my halter, undoing the strap and letting it fall down, exposing my large tits to him. "Stand up you fucking cunt," he snapped at me. I jumped up to my feet as quickly as could, and he fondled my tits, bending down, sucking on them, leaving a large mark prominently where it could be seen if I wished to show any cleavage. "Marking you as my fucking property, whore" he muttered against my tit, then moving his way down to my nipples. Biting on my left nipple hard, using his hand to pinch and twist my right nipple. Switching as he went along. I was getting weak in the knees and my pussy was soaking, anticipating, begging for his cock to thrust into me. "Turn around fuck face," he growled. I squealed delightedly against the gag and couldn't turn around fast enough. He pressed up against me, his dick throbbing against my back, warm and hard. Nick moved us forward until my knees were touching the toilet, then put one arm around my waist and used the other to bend me over until my bare ass was exposed to him, he backed up getting in position to use me to my fullest. Nick groaned in anticipation as he ran his hands over my smooth ass, loving the vulnerability of the position I was in. He smacked my ass hard, once on each cheek, eliciting a groan of pleasure from me each time, rubbing away the red marks when he finished. He positioned the tip of his solid cock at the entrance of my pussy. I could feel it there and moaned with excitement, if I hadn't been gagged, I would be begging him to fuck me, hard and fast, not to stop, never stop. I wiggled my ass against him, hoping to coax him into shoving into me, but it didn't work.He nailed my ass hard and fast, five smacks in a row, and all positioned perfectly in the same spot. I cried out against the gag as the sharp pain resonated through me."That's for earlier tonight, you fucking whore. Next time when I tell you not to react maybe you'll fucking listen to me." With that he shoved his cock inside of me leaning down and undoing the gag in the same motion. I gasped for air as he filled me completely. God I loved the first thrust from him. Still, under no means was I to speak until spoken to or given a free cue. Nick pile drove me from behind. Putting his full weight into every thrust, filling every ounce of me and then some. He grunted as he fucked me. "Dirty fucking slut. Take it. Take my god damn cock, because you know you want it, bitch. Don't even deserve my fucking cock. But you're a god damn hell of a fuck, do you know that you fucking whore?"Between moans I managed to stammer out, "T-t-tha-nk y-y-you, S-s-sir!" That always drove him crazy and he shoved into me faster yet, I was weak in the knees with pleasure, and doubted if I could hold up my stance much longer. Feeling my weight start to slip, Nick removed his hands from my ass and grabbed under my hips, holding me up. "You're nothing but a cunt. A no good deserving cunt. You're my fucking property, don't you ever fucking forget that bitch. I fucking own you. You're fucking lucky that I picked a whore like you to be worthy of my dick. Tell me the truth bitch, do you want my dick? Do you want me deep inside of you? Do you want me to fuck you until you can't fucking take it anymore? Fucking tell me fuck face." Nick was practically screaming now, I'd be surprised if the men of the bar weren't piled outside of the door to the bathroom listening to us and jacking off. My breathing was labored, and between gasps of breath I told him what he wanted to hear, what I wanted to say, I told him the truth. "Yes, sir. I want you more then anything. I'd do anything for your cock. I'm not worthy. I'm your property and I'm not good for anything but pleasing you. I'm not fucking worthy. Fuck me, please, don't fucking stop.""Yes, oh god yes, you dirty whore, I'm about to blow." Where he shot his cum off was always a surprise, and it built up my anticipation even more. Just knowing I was going to get him off started to give me an orgasm.Nick had fucked me often enough to know when I was close to cumming. "Yes, you fucking whore, tell me, fucking tell me bitch. You want to get off? You fucking get me off first, you god damned slut. Fucking tell me. Don't make me fucking tell you again, just fucking tell me. You know what I want to fucking hear."That was my free pass and I took full advantage of it. "Oh god, Nick, you're the best fuck I've ever had. I'm not fucking worthy of you or your cock. I live for your fucking cock. I want nothing more then to get you off. Please baby, you know you want to cum on me."I had gone too far and I knew it the instant it came out of my mouth. I could feel Nick tense up behind me."You fucking slut!" He screamed, pulling his cock out of me, making me gasp, as much out of shock as out of fear that he would walk off right then and there. "I'm not your fucking baby!" he screamed at me, and rammed his cock full force into my asshole. Because I wasn't prepared for it, and even though he was lubed from my pussy, it hurt like hell and I let out an ear piercing scream for a maybe five seconds before it was cut off as I gasped for breath."I'm not your fucking baby you fucking whore!" Nick continued to scream, we had both become oblivious to the fact that we were in the bathroom of a greasy bar with god only knew how many men listening to us screaming as they drank their beer and fondled themselves. "Do you fucking hear me bitch? I'm not your fucking baby! I'm never going to be your fucking baby! You're my fucking property and you need to learn your god damned place in life you fucking cunt!" he continued to ram himself into my ass harder then he'd been on my pussy even. I don't know that he'd ever fucked me so hard before, it was brutal, merciless and I didn't know how much I could take. My knees were buckling beneath me, but he was digging in painfully with his grip on my hips and there was no where for me to go.I was choking on my sobs as I cried out to him "I'm sorry Nick, I didn't mean it, it just slipped out. I know I'm your property. Please Nick, I don't know how much more I can take. Please, I'm sorry. I swear it'll never happen again Nick, I'll learn my place, I swear.""You bet your fucking ass you'll learn your fucking place," he was starting to calm down but there was still rage in his voice. His pace slowed, pushing his cock farther into me, so far that felt as if his balls were trying to shove themselves into my pussy.He lay into me like that for a few more strokes, calming down immensely, he made a point of saying with each thrust, "I'm... Not... Your... Fucking... Baby... Cunt... Learn... Your... Fucking... Place! Bitch!" He groaned as he said it shooting off his load into my ass. He lay hard into me for a moment, and I could feel his cocks every spasm as he unloaded into me. I was crying, but by now I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or from pain. I think it was a mix of both. Nick pulled out of me and stepped back as I collapsed against the toilet. I could hear him pulling his pants up and zipping up, but he didn't say a thing to me as he reached down in front of me and fixed my halter top securely behind my neck as it should be. He sighed, "Get up, and sit on the toilet facing me cunt, I don't want to hear anymore fucking words out of that god damned awful mouth of yours." I nodded my understanding and struggling against my weak legs I managed to do as he asked. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me just once, softly, on the lips. Then he took off his watch and fiddled with it for a moment. "Here," he said, handing me the watch, "I don't want you to even think of moving for 5 minutes. After exactly 5 minutes, get up, walk out of this bar, keep your eyes on the floor, and do not stop moving until you get to your car. Do not speak to anyone. Do you understand?"I nodded and he walked off. I did my best to straighten my appearance and after 5 minutes I left at a fast clip, keeping my eyes down. I glanced up once and caught Nick's glance for no more then a second, but that was more then enough.I saw him waggling his finger and shaking his head at me with a disappointed look. I knew I was going to pay for looking up, this wasn't one of our games, my departure was always under strict pretenses. Oh was I ever going to pay. And even as I felt an immense shame envelop me, and as I picked up my pace, desperate to get to my car and out of the stares of everyone who had just listened to our encounter, I felt a wave of excitement shiver down my spine as I anticipated what Nick could possibly have in mind for me next time, now that I had a major punishment coming. I felt a smile play across my lips and I just had to admit to myself, I could hardly wait!END |
allison.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/62/allison.txt | My wife Allison is a beautiful blonde 26 year old with a killer body. She has large natural breasts, a nice round ass and some nice creamy thighs. She is a housewife and spends almost all of her time at home in the nude, she loves being naked and I certainly have no complaints about it. Our marriage has been great so far, we don't have any kids yet, just a small terrier dog to keep us company. When I came home from work one day I had quite the surprise waiting for me. I pulled up the driveway and saw a very big dog on my back porch by the door. When I got out and made my way up to the house I found Allison stuck inside of the little doggy door, completely naked, and being mounted by a big black Rottweiler! It was my next door neighbor's dog Max, my jaw was dropped and I was almost paralyzed at the sight of him mounting my beautiful wife. Half of her body was inside the house, from the waste up, and only her legs and backside were exposed. I could hear her screams and moans from inside the house and as I tried to get closer to pull the large dog from off of her, he turned toward me while still inside of her and greeted me with some vicious growls. I slowly backed away and stood back and observed the scene for a moment. That's when I noticed that my cock had grown to a rock hard state. I walked around to enter my house through the front door. When I made my way to the kitchen I saw Allison's face, she was obviously distraught as she moaned and whimpered, experiencing a dog cock for the first time in her life. Our little dog was barking her head off which only added to the confusion. I asked Allison if she was okay and she screamed back at me, saying, "Do something you fucking idiot!"I told her that I would be right back and get some help for her right away. I went to the living room and dropped my pants and jerked off so furiously that I ejaculated in a matter of seconds, it was a huge relief. I ended up having to call my neighbor Eric, who was Max's owner, for help. When he came over and saw the situation he said he had to go home and get something and that he'd be right back. He returned with a camcorder and began filming the ordeal despite my objections, he said it was for legal purposes. He got in real close and told me that Max had his "knot" stuck inside of my wife's pussy and it was going to be very challenging to get it out. After about 15 minutes of filming it, he handed me the camcorder and told me to take over while he got the knot out. I reluctantly accepted and I got a good view of my wife's vagina as Eric tried to get his dog's cock out of my wife. As he pulled Max off of her she screamed so loud like I had never heard before and I felt very bad for her. As I filmed the dog knot being removed, a lot of cum was leaking out of Allison's pussy, as it was being stretched open beyond belief. I was horrified as the knot came out, it was fucking huge! It looked as if a gallon of dog cum just poured out of Allison's vagina, but she seemed very relieved. Eric grabbed Max's collar and literally had to drag him home. I still had the camera and continued to film my wife's backside and my cock was rock hard again. I figured why not take advantage of the situation and I placed the camera on a bench so it was still aimed at Allison and I dropped my pants and mounted her myself. Her pussy was so wet and all of that hot dog cum acted as lube and her pussy had never felt better. Allison was yelling at me, telling me to stop but I just ignored her, she certainly couldn't do anything about it and I didn't want Max having all of the fun. I came very quickly once again and then noticed we were not alone. Eric was behind me filming and said that now it was his turn. I said no way but he sort of blackmailed me by saying that if I didn't let him fuck Allison he would show everyone in the neighborhood the video. He held onto the camcorder as he filmed it from his perspective and went to town on my wife. After a few seconds of hard pounding he said her pussy was too loose now and was going to fuck her ass. I had never fucked her ass before so seeing my neighbor pop my wife's ass cherry was enough to get my cock hard once again. She was screaming asking for him to stop as he jammed his big cock into her virgin ass. I couldn't help but to jack off and Eric got that on film as well, laughing at me in the process. When he finally blew his load in her ass he left, saying, "Have fun tonight buddy. I'll be sure to make you a copy of the tape." I finally pulled Allison out of the doggy door and she stood up and slapped me so hard across the face that I nearly fell down. I unlocked the back door and we went inside the house. It turns out that she had tried to quickly step outside the front door and grab the mail but the door shut on her and she was locked out of the house. She was completely naked so she ran around to the back door and tried to squeeze in through the little doggy door but got stuck. She said that she had been stuck there since eleven in the morning and there may have been more than one dog that fucked her, or maybe max fucked her twice, who knows? When she found out about the movie Eric made she got even more upset and she didn't talk to me for days. I had to sleep on the couch in the meantime and then one day we got a knock on the door. It was Eric, he had Max with him, he let us know that he would be coming over often with his Max and that they would both be fucking Allison and making more movies. He said that if we didn't let him do this that he would show the movie to everyone in our neighborhood. We had no other choice but to let him and Max have their way or else we would be forced to move but with the housing market as is, we were in a bad spot. This has really tested our relationship but surprisingly Allison has begun to enjoy it. We also found out that Eric has been selling the videos online and making quite a bit of money off of them. I am glad that my wife and I have both grown to live with the situation and even enjoy it, although it means I haven't got to sleep with my wife since. END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 62 |
allwork.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/19/allwork.txt | My experience of sex backfiring came from my time as a nurse in the psychiatric ward in the hospital of Xxxx Xxxxxxx. I'd been working in an institutional ward for three years on a more or less permanent basis, earning good extra money besides what the government allowed me to finance my studies.To get to the point, we had a female patient, we can call her A for short, with an, as of yet, undefined hysterical disorder. She would start screaming and throwing things whether she was provoked or not and on this particular day a man with pretty much the same diagnose, got in her way.He had recently lost both his testicles to cancer and was depressed as well as in a particularly foul mood and directed it towards all the women he thought he could no longer please. A was the victim he'd sought out for himself on this particular day. We all suddenly heard a huge crash, yelling, more crashes and a holler of pain. As we arrived on the scene A was bashing the poor man with a plastic chair, yelling, "I AM NOT STUPID," over and over, the chair coming down on every syllable, while he was on the floor writhing in obvious agony. It later turned out that she'd kicked him in, well, I can't say nuts, can I. She'd given him a fairly good kick in the cock and getting a toe in, actually managed to rupture his glans with a perfect hit. He was carted off to the ER and I was assigned to try and calm A down. We went to her room and she said she wanted to change. I thought she meant a shirt or pants, but no. She stripped down completely and took her good time rummaging through her closet before "finding" the ugly, blue hospital robe that was one of only three garments inside.She turned her head and smiled a shy smile at me several times and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. She'd gone from total hysteria to a little girl in a second flat and was now not only showing her nakedness, she was flaunting it. Her body was to die for. She was twenty-five with a few extra pounds in just the right places. A pronounced mound, two of the firmest C-cup breasts I've ever seen. Rounded buttocks with a few stretch marks, broad, firm thighs and a big bush between her legs. She finally draped the robe over her naked body and I came out of my daze very quickly, wondering where the hell I'd been. A suggested we go to the smaller of the day rooms where we usually have our therapy sessions. We went into the room locked the door, as is customary when in session.We chatted mostly and A was sitting in a lounge chair, facing the window with her back to one arm rest and her legs over the other. After about 15 minutes she closed her eyes and started panting with her mouth open I looked at her and she's was sitting absolutely still with her hands motionless in her lap. I slapped myself for having a dirty mind and asked if she was feeling well. Her face suddenly contorted and she started breathing so hard saliva was spraying between her clenched teeth.I thought she was having a fit of some sort and rushed up to get help. As I ran past her chair to press the alarm button she grabbed my sleeve and nearly pulled me off my feet. I had to grab her shoulders not to fall across her. With my hands still on her shoulders, she rose to her feet and stood in front of me.She had a silly look on her face and said the two words I least expected to hear from her, "I came!" She put her arms around my neck and we just stood like that for at least five minutes. Hugging is natural part of many therapies, but rarely coupled with orgasmic afterglow. I did not reciprocate at first, but put my hands on her sides, a bit bewildered and very uncertain as how to deal with a patient who had spontaneous orgasms when in session.I noticed my body responding to all this. This tingling feeling of something forbidden, but still allowed within my grasp, was making itself known at the nape of my neck, moving down my spine and settling in my crotch. As we stood there A moved back a bit and looked into my eyes and I tried to act as casual and professional as I could. I must have failed miserably somewhere, because A took my hands and placed them on her breasts! And there they stayed.My hands were riveted to her breasts and my professional resolve snapped, almost audibly, like a twig under foot. We just stood like that until she started to move her hands over mine, squeezing my hands squeezing her breasts, tickling my palms with her nipples. It was a moment so erotic that it compared to nothing, absolutely nothing, that I've experienced before or after. Suddenly she raised her right leg and rested it on my hip, raised her frock a few inches and took my right hand and placed it on her naked sex.I remember resisting a bit, trying to withdraw but she had my wrist in a firm grip and kept it there. I couldn't move any more. She looked me in the eyes - Feel how wet I am, she whisper. I felt the heat radiate from her pussy but still didn't move. There was something slippery down there and I could feel the outline of her labia pressing on my fingers."You're not feeling me properly," she said and once again my hand was covered by hers as she pressed it inwards, curving her fingers and thus forcing two of mine into her vagina. The word wet in this particular case would have been a gross understatement. As she slowly moved my hand back and forth there was this sound that reminded me of squeezing a soaked sponge and my hand was covered in warm liquid. She removed her hand and mine stayed and moved by it's own accord. She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it and then put it under mine. It was as intoxicating as anything I've ever smelled. I grabbed her by the wrist and licked her fingers, still looking into her eyes as she closed them and bit her lower lip. She leant forward and we kissed for the first time. She tried to feel my pussy as well and tried to unclasp my belt. I didn't want to get caught with my pants down, so I said, "No," and opened my fly instead. I always wear lose fitting clothes, both for mobility and to hide my girth and for her to get her hand down my pants was no problem.We stood like that; frantically rubbing each other feeling each other's soaked cunts, delving as deeply as we could into one another's mouths and vaginas. We were both on the verge of climaxing when we were interrupted by sounds outside the door. People were coming into the workshop outside the room. We quickly adjusted our clothes and opened the window since the air was so thick with the smell of pussy you could cut it with a knife, closed it again, and walked out. The only place left for us was her room, which couldn't be locked.Had she been allowed outside that day we would have made it to the basement where there's hundreds of places we could have used, but that was not to be. So we opted not to continue at this time. I excused myself and went to the loo and frigged myself to an earth shattering orgasm within a few flicks. Once finished I went to A's room and found her on her bed. -Did you...? "Yes," I said. "So did I."She pulled her frock up to show me what a freshly fingerfucked pussy looked like and it was a sight to behold! I was drooling, well my cunt was, despite of having been taken care of two minutes earlier. She had large, pink inner lips that stuck out and were VERY long. They ran from her asshole, halfway to her navel and at the bottom I could see something inside her hole. I asked her and she reached down and pulled out a small bottle of roll-on deodorant. I'm sure you know the type, very phallic in shape.Glistening strings formed and broke as she slowly pulled it out, sucked on it and then put it back in. "You try it," she said.With trembling fingers I tried to grab the slippery bottle between my fingers, finally managed, pulled it out, sucked on it and put it back in again. I bent down to steal a few licks. She looked down at me and gasped aloud. She pulled the bottle out once more, licked it clean and put on the dresser beside the bed. I once again bent down and stuck my tongue as far up her as it would go.She sat up and kissed me once again and we shared her juices. She grabbed my hands and smelled them, complaining that all she could smell was soap. So, I opened my fly, shoved three finger into my cunt and brought them out webbed and put them in her mouth. She sucked them like a baby calf, laid down and spread her legs wide, took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I shoved three fingers up her soaking quim and started fucking her as fast as I could. She didn't last long and came silently but violently shaking.I never thought to get my fingers out of her mouth until I felt her teeth cut deeply into my flesh, deep enough to draw blood. Lots of blood. I hollered with pain and moments later I heard approaching footsteps in the corridor. When the door opened I was holding my hand in my armpit, swearing like a sailor. A was on the bed, her frock down again and watching me in horror.I told them I'd got my fingers caught trying to adjust her bed to a sitting position. They all felt very sorry for me and sent me off to ER without looking at my hand, thank God. In the ER I changed my story as I figured the bite marks would be a dead giveaway, so I just said one of the patients got violent and bit me and hoped none would be the wiser. I got away with a tetanus shot and a bandaged hand.I took the rest of the day off with pay after writing the accident report. Those beds really are notoriously dangerous and people have had their fingers cut clean off by them, so no one questioned my explanation of events. I was home for two weeks, still with pay, while the routine Hepatitis C and HIV-tests were being done. One morning a few days later, I got a call. It was A. I asked her how she got my number. -From the directory, she answered. Figures, I thought. She knew my full name and I was listed as opposed to most of my colleagues. Working in psychiatry makes you vulnerable to attacks from patients with or without just cause to harm you. I've had my ribs kicked in three times and broken one patient's arm myself. All in the line of duty, of course. But I digress, methinks.A called to ask me about my hand and to tell me that she'd been transferred to outpatient status and wondered if we could meet. I was hesitant, to say the least, but she was persistent and we made an appointment for Saturday. Chapter TwoThe before mentioned events took place on a Tuesday, if memory serves me right and A called me on the Friday. In other words I had a whole two days of nail biting anxiety, not knowing whether I had been ratted out or not. As I said, we agreed to meet in her apartment a few miles uptown. It was a collection of high-rises, nine stories high (I know it's not much compared to American standards), called "The Million Project" from the sixties when the Swedish population boomed and our socialist government promised to build a million cheap apartments to house us all. Swedes were celebrating the freedom of mind and sex and generally boffing away, much earlier than the rest the world. Hence the expression "The Swedish Sin". The only competition came from the Germans and Danes, whose decadence flourishes even today.A lived on the ninth floor and when she opened the door, she was dressed in a sort of terry-cloth mah-jongg overall. She was as nervous as I was and nervousness usually comes into play only when feeling are involved. She closed the door and we just stood there looking at each other. Then we hugged and shared a long kiss that had us both gasping and wanting more.We covered each other's faces with saliva as we licked, kissed and explored each other's mouths. We finally broke the kiss and she showed me around the apartment. Two rooms and a nice kitchen. Her bedroom was decorated in the romantic style you sometimes find in teenagers rooms with lots of pink and orange. The only difference between her room and lets say, my youngest sisters, were the six dildos of various shapes, sizes and colours standing to attention on her bedside table. She giggled shyly as she saw my eyes widen.I walked across the room and sat down on her bed, touching each of them in turn. Two were with vibration the other four were of a nice, jelly-like material and ranged from about six to 20 inches. I weighed a fifteen-inch cock in my hand and asked her if she could get that inside her and she nodded. It was about three inches thick and I had my doubts about it. The 20-incher was a double. Ten inches on each side of a rudimentary scrotum that could be filled with warm water and squeezed at the height of your pleasure to simulate some sort of simultaneous orgasm, she explained. Absolutely ridiculous, if you ask me.Next she showed me the kitchen and told me dinner was on in 15 minutes. She served a plaice au gratin that was a bit overdone and under salted, with broccoli, mushrooms and rice. It was a nice meal and the white wine that went with it loosened any inhibitions we might have had.After the meal we settled in her living room, chatting about this and that and that she was feeling much, much better now, that she'd cut down on her medication after being advised by her psychiatrist and that she hadn't met anyone like me ever and that she so liked me and wanted me and adored my body and she'd like to see it sometime. "Why not now?" I asked.She said nothing, just leaned forward, kissed me deeply for the second time and left. I asked her where she was going and she answered with only one whispered word: "Surprise." She closed the door and I was left alone with my anticipations of things to come. I played with my nipples for a while and ventured briefly under my skirt. I wasn't wearing any underwear or a bra, since I figured I wouldn't need them. Idle thoughts were forming about A, that maybe I was mistaken, as I slowly stroked my larger lips.I was soon very, very wet and had one, two and finally three fingers sliding in and out of me, all hesitation gone. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard loud clanging sounds followed by more silence. My skirt had a large wet spot on the back and my juices had soaked through to the sofa beneath. The light grey cloth now had a dark grey stain. I was mortified and covered it up with a pillow, which looked ridiculous, as it lay prone on the edge of the cushion. A knocked on the door after about 20 minutes, startling me to my feet. The door slowly opened and in came A, stark naked and with her hair in a ponytail. I just stared at her with my mouth open and I could feel my pussy spasm in time with my accelerating breath. I could also feel those spasms pressing liquid out of my vagina; liquid that ran down my thigh, down my calves and heels and into my sandals. She walked up to me without a word and started to undress me as well. "Not much work here," she said, as I stood naked before her with only a blouse and my skirt at my feet. My state of arousal became obvious to her as I stepped out of my sandals. She knelt before me and had herself a good look at my cunt. She slowly wiped some of the juices off my right leg with her finger and brought it to her mouth. "That's the second time I taste you pussy," she said. "But I like it best from the source!" And with that she stuck out her tongue and in between my cunt lips and I spread my legs as best I could in that awkward position. She found my clit and sucked on it for a while until my legs began to tremble then she suddenly stopped just as I was about to climax. -Not yet she whispered into my cunt and pulled away. There were several transparent strings connecting us and slowly breaking, dangling from her chin and my cunt and slowly falling to the floor. I tried to get her to continue, saying that I could have as many orgasms as I or she wanted, but she was adamant. "The water's getting cold," she said, then stood and led me by the hand to the bathroom. As she opened the door I saw that she'd gone out of her way to impress me. Around fifty candles were standing on and around a bubble bath. Steam fogged up my glasses and I took them off. A told me to get in and I did, careful not to get the bandages wet, relishing the feel of the hot water, the tickling feeling of millions of bubbles bursting on my skin and savouring the air filled with the fragrance of scented oils. I felt like an oriental queen.A came next and she was a sight to behold in the light of the candles, as she ever so slowly descended into the water, straddling my legs, with her beautiful tush between my feet and it became very apparent that she'd been overly generous with the water. The bathroom was flooded before either of us thought to pull the plug. She scooted closer and put her arms around my neck and kissed me for the third time. This kiss lasted longer than the other two and by the time it ended we were both fingering the other deeply and frantically. She was no less wet than I was and came long before I did. In fact she stopped when her orgasm hit and didn't resume her caresses. I started fingering myself and she just pulled my hand away. She needed both her hands to keep it from going back and I cursed my bad fortune of having my other hand wrapped."Not yet," she said. "But I really, really, really need to cum right now!""No you don't," she said with a sly smile. I was a borderline frantic at this point. She started talking about Tuesday's events and asked me if I remembered her first orgasm when we were in session?"Sure," I said, sulking. She told me that she could cum just by contracting and relaxing her vaginal muscles, a talent that she said had served her well on many a boring occasion. "Yeah, rub it in," I griped. She didn't even need to use her hands and here I was, being denied the use of my own. "Soon," she said, "soon."I just lay back, trying hard to think of something else besides my poor neglected cunt and of course failing miserably. At this point A started washing me with a cloth, rubbing my whole body from head to toe, not missing a single spot. The cloth felt almost painful on my agitated cunt and I jumped every time she brushed over my lips and clit, which now stuck out like a small cock."I'm going to enjoy sucking on that," she said, pulling the hood back and forth like she was jacking me off. "Please feel free," I said, my voice trailing away. I was about to explode and my pelvis was a blur against her fingers and the water was spilling over the sides and suddenly it happened: An orgasm out of nowhere, without warning, hit me like a ton of bricks and sent me screaming under the water while I kicked A in the chest. I came up, coughing and still screaming, grabbing her by the wrist, trying to force something inside me. She straightened her fingers and in the next moment there were four in my cunt.I fucked myself through the throes of one of the best orgasms of my life, using her hand as a dildo. As I came down, A was looking at me with a quizzical expression. "Well, I should have expected that and left you alone, I guess," she said, rubbing her left tit where my foot had left its mark. I chided her in turn about what happens when you play with fire. We got out of the tub and A got the mop and started on the floor while I dried both her and myself. Once finished, we went to the bedroom and watched the steam rise off our bodies. I was propped up on one elbow trailing my fingers along her body, feeling the rounded curves of her breasts, belly, cheeks, and mound, entwining them in her pubes. -Would you like to shave me, she asked. "I've never done it and I would never trust anyone but you to do it." So I put her on one of the kitchen chairs, got her razor, scissors and some gel. Ten minutes later her cunt was as bare as the day she was born and I put some aloe on it, taking my good time rubbing it in very carefully. I kept rubbing long after the cream was replaced by her juices and her breathing was getting ragged. I parted her lips to "see if I'd missed any hairs", as I said, and trailed my finger along her crack. Those lips seemed even longer than before and almost purple, with all the hair gone. I put my finger at the entrance and very slowly inserted it to the last knuckle, savouring the texture and the rippling of her muscles as it went in. "You won't find any hairs in there you know," she said in voice that broke into a hoarse whisper. "I know," I said and pulled it out again, replacing it with my tongue. God, how I had longed for this! She smelled of flowers and shaving gel and aloe cream, but the taste was all cunt. I fucked my tongue in and out, trying to scoop up as much juices as possible and there was lots of it and more coming. A reached down softly pulling on my ears to make me lick her clit. I resisted and kept fucking her some more with my tongue. "Please," she said pulling harder on my ears. "Soon," I said, "soon," looking up at her with my most devilish grin."Bitch," she cried, pressing my face harder to her pussy, trying to rub my nose on her clit. I was enjoying this immensely, but had to stop due to lack of oxygen. I have often wondered why we don't breathe through our ears. It would be so much more convenient, and more so in the situation I was in. I got off my sore knees and stood up, pulling A off the chair and we walked back into the bedroom.I got on my back and A straddled my pelvis, adjusting her self until we were clit to clit. She then started rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm, mashing our clits together. Hers was almost as prominent as mine and once engorged, the feeling was very real and VERY good. I started to rock with her, which caused her to lose pace. She put her hands on my chest, leaning forward a little and quickened her pace, making high-pitched noises.A squelching sound from our crotches, revealed our mutual excitement. There was so much liquid down there, she had trouble staying in the right position and not sliding all over the place. I felt my orgasm rising as well; we were looking into each other's eyes chasing the pleasure that was only seconds away. A was drooling a bit, lost to this world and suddenly her face contorted into a hideous grimace and she fell forward, shaking, but continued her fucking motions until I came about five seconds behind her.We were utterly spent and fell asleep with her still on top of me. Two hours later, we woke and more or less had to pry our crotches apart. We started making out and were soon in familiar tracks again. I turned around to get her in a sixty nine and we were soon both happily munching away, taking turns cumming until we were both exhausted and slept through the rest of the night. The dildos never came into play, so to speak. Not until the next morning.Chapter ThreeWe woke up at about 11am the next day. I woke up; turned around and faced the sleeping A. Sunrays were tracing the covers, nearing the point where they would caress A's eyelids. They fluttered briefly before she opened her eyes, looked into mine and smiled a "good morning". I rolled on top of her, wedging my hips between her legs, feeling the stickiness from the previous night. I kissed her chin, her forehead, her cheeks and finally her mouth, tasting my own stale secretions on her lips. I considered venturing further down, but decided against it. My pussy was raw and needed to cool down. A naturally had a different mindset. She put both her hands on my head and pressed downwards until I was facing her breasts. I licked her nipples a little, not wanting to get her too aroused. I simply wasn't up to more sex at the moment, but I also was never one to say no, regardless of the circumstances. She kept pressing down and I followed, soon facing her cunt that already showed signs of stubble. I figured it had been nearly 12 hours since I shaved her. My hopes of not arousing her were crushed as she spread her legs to accommodate my shoulders. The cover were thing and there was enough light down there to glisten off her incredibly wet pussy. The mixed smell of old and new secretions was more than I could bare and my resolve went out the window as I buried my face in her honey pot. She yelled out as I shoved my tongue as deep as I could and from the metallic taste of her pussy walls, I gather she was no less raw than myself.I sucked and licked her until I thought I could taste blood and A was somewhere between heaven and hell. From under the covers I reached out blindly to where I thought her bedside table was and finally managed to get my hands on one of the dildos and to my delight it was the 15-incher. I managed to sneak under the covers, nudge it under my chest until the tip was only an inch from her hole.I proceeded to just sucking very lightly on her clit, hearing relieved moans from A. I reached between my tits, and with and firm shove, I planted the dildo to the hilt in her cunt, turning it on at the same time. A went through the roof screaming with pain, pulled the covers off and stuttering asked what the hell I did to her. When she looked down, she saw the weapon I'd used to skewer her on and calmed down a bit."You could have warned me," she said."But I wanted to surprise you," I said, pouting my lips in mock disappointment. "Wasn't it a nice surprise?" I asked.A told me to leave it in and just tongue her clit and feeling a bit guilty I did what she told me. It took her nearly twenty minutes to come, by which time my tongue was completely numb. When she finally did come, the dildo almost shot out of her as her pussy contracted and her fluids came spurting around it. She demonstratively licked it clean, looking into my eyes with a curious look on her face and putting it back on the table when she was done. I got out and hit the shower.We had a nice, full breakfast on her balcony and started talking about the day ahead. I asked her if she would like to take her bike and go swimming in the ocean with me. She said she hadn't been there for ages and was more than happy to go. We packed a nice lunch, a thermos of coffee, a large blanket and her swimsuit, a very nice, black, strapless one piece. We went by my apartment and got my bikini and A got a chance to see how I lived and commented on my queen size bed and ranted on about all the things we could do in it. We biked the seven miles to the beach and every foot of them was agony for both of us. The saddles were murder on our sore cunts and sweating like pigs certainly didn't help. We got there finally only to discover that we could hardly walk. It was about 3pm when we found a nice spot on the beach not too close and not too far away from the dozens of people already there. We changed quickly and dared each other to run into the water. The contest ended with both of us going in, one toe at the time. It couldn't have been more than 18 degrees C. The sign said 21 degrees was obviously lying through its nails. As soon as we were crotch deep, we both let out a big sigh of relief as the cool, brackish water bathed our burning crotches. We ventured out to deeper water and were soon chest deep in the middle of a patch of kelp, where A panicked, claiming to have felt something slithering around her leg, threw herself round my body with her legs around her waist, screaming for me to carry her away from the kelp. I walked a few feet to where the bottom was all sand and tried to set her down. I told her it was all right to let go and would she please release the vice-like grip on my thighs. She eased her grip a little, but didn't stand I looked into her eyes and saw the pure lust that was burning there. She reached between our bodies and then behind her and said, "Feel me."I reached between us went lower and put my hand between her legs. The contrast to the cold water was marvellous and I went deeper between her legs. I bent my fingers and. met not resistance! She was so wet I could immediately slide three fingers all the way up inside her. After walking a hundred yards through water, all traces of cunt juice should have been rinsed away. She leaned into me and pressed her lips against mine, searching for my tongue with her own. I kissed her back all the while sliding my fingers in and out and trying to rub my thumb on her clit. She moaned into my mouth and started moving her hips against my hand. I took her hand and placed on my mound seeing if she would take the cue. I hadn't come all day and all the tension that built up since the morning was taking its toll on my patience. I pressed her hand between my thighs and trapped it there and finally she began moving her fingers and moved her hand up to get down under the waistband. It didn't take long before we were finger fucking each other, totally oblivious to where we were or the people around us. Sobbing sounds were coming from A and I could tell she was only seconds away. I pressed my lips to hers in a futile attempt to trap any sounds that would give us away, but only managed to speed the arrival my own climax.Our orgasms hit at exactly the same time and were totally mind-blowing. Leaving us heaving, resting our chins on each other's shoulders. When I finally opened my eyes, and another pair, shining brightly and glazed over with lust met mine. The trouble was it wasn't A's eyes. I still had my fingers in her and she still had hers in me and we were idly moving inside each other glowing in the aftermath. Standing about three feet away in front of me was a woman in her late forties or early fifties, I figured.There was no doubt in my mind that she was aware of what was going on and I had absolutely no idea of how long she'd been standing there. While we were staring at each other she never blinked and by the slight movement of her shoulders I figured she was masturbating herself, watching us. After a while she closed her eyes and started hissing through her teeth and now A heard her and spun around. She was about to say something when I silenced her with a kiss, so not to disturb the lady providing her part of the all around performance. Her mouth suddenly opened, forming the silent "O" I knew all to well. She threw her head back and had a silent but seemingly very good climax. I pushed A off me and reached out to the woman who nearly went under the surface, got hold of her arm and she put her arms around both of our shoulders kissing us both in turn saying thank you, lord knows how many times, until it all got a bit embarrassing. Only then were the introductions made. A recovered from her initial shock and we all stood there with arms around each other's shoulders, talking about what had happened. She had heard A's scream and had wanted to help in case she was injured. It turned out she was a nurse too. She never reached us before it became obvious we were making out. She'd been about 20 yards away when A and I really got into it and there was no doubt as to what we were doing. She said it was the hottest, naughtiest most exciting thing shed ever witnessed and she had inched her way towards us, fingering herself all the way, until she was just a few feet away and decided, for better or for worse, to get on the cum train and enjoy the ride along with us. She was 46 and widowed since two years back. She and her husband had been swingers for their whole marriage and they had both been AC/DC in all respects. Her husband had enjoyed a cock in his mouth as much as she enjoyed a cunt in her face. The proposal came next. She wanted to take A and me to a restaurant after our swim and then have us join her in her apartment in Y-town.I was instantly game, but felt A tug on my shoulder strap pulling me away. We stood aside and A whispered that she wasn't prepared to share me just yet and asked me if we could wait just a little longer and really get to know each other. I agreed and tried my best to conceal my disappointment. We swam and walked back to the beach and the woman motioned to me to follow her while A was busy towelling and changing.As we got to her car she put her hand on my hip and told me she would really like to see us again. She got a piece of paper and a pen from her purse and jotted down her name, number and address. Her name was Valeria, like the Amazon warrior from Conan the Barbarian. Not that there was anything warrior like about this rather lithe body and narrow shoulders, but she proved very apt at "tongue-fencing" as she kissed me good-bye and drove off.I went back to A. We still had several hours of daylight and decided on catching some rays before going back. I was on my stomach and A was on her back, when I suddenly felt her hand digging it's way between the blanket and my body until it was resting on my mound. She moved closer until we were arm at arm and I turned my head towards her. She scratched me with her fingernails as she tried to push under my waistband and I lifted my hips slightly to avoid injury.A second later her middle finger entered me, catching the moisture already building up inside me, then taking the first hesitant steps in a tap dance on my clit. The persons nearest to us were about six feet away, an elderly couple. On the other side were a family of four, parents and two boys, to our south were four youngsters playing beach-volley ball. The crowd surrounding us made for a very interesting situation, a Russian roulette of sorts. One chance in ten being of discovered.I tried my damnedest not to make a sound or move, but as A's finger got more and more insistent, my hips began to move of their own accord despite my efforts to the contrary. A put the towel over me to shield me from view, which probably sealed my fate since a moving towel is bound to arouse more suspicion than a moving bottom. The first sign of suspicion was the couple suddenly intently looking our way. The game to our south had stopped and the family was moving their garden umbrella to shield them selves and the kids from the live show.A must have been aware of all this, but she wouldn't let up and I couldn't make her stop without arousing even more suspicion. I'm not proud of what I did next, nor has it happened either before or after. I faked it. I faked it by letting out a little moan and squeezing her finger with my pussy and clamping down with my thighs. A looked very happy and gave me a mischievous smile and I smiled back and mouthed a, "Thank you." She reached further under my mound and squeezed it harder than was comfortable.I couldn't help but yelp and thus providing further evidence that something untoward was happening. There was now no doubt among the spectators as to what was going on. I was mortified. I also had a twat full of sand from the journey A's hand made before reaching it's goal and it stung like crazy. I didn't care, couldn't care, I just wanted to get away from ten pairs of probing eyes, well eight pairs anyway, two were a bit too young to get the whole picture. I put my clothes on over my bikini, put my sandals on and straddled my bike. And screamed. Between my already sore cunt, the drying saltwater and the sand in my slit, I was in hell. The trip home was like running a seven mile gauntlet I cried all the way home speeding to get away from the pain as quick as possible, leaving A far behind. I was in the shower, washing my burning cunt in cold, fresh water, when the doorbell rang. I opened and A was outside also crying. I hadn't said a word as I rushed off and A though I was mad at her and that she had done something wrong. I didn't tell her that in fact she had. Who was I to judge her?We held each other and I let my towel fall to the floor and I kissed her for the longest time her hands began to wander about my wet body, but I stopped her before she reached my crotch. I got a piece of tissue and pressed it to my crotch. When I showed it to her it had a few small bloodstains. "Did I do that?" She asked with tearful eyes."Yes you did," I said with my warmest smile. "And never was pain acquired in a more pleasurable way," I added.Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure, one can't have one without the other. A and I had four beautiful months, before the day she let my name slip to her counsellor. The second the investigation into our relationship was launched; she broke down mentally as well as physically. I could never see her again, without facing criminal charges, and her therapist broke through all her defenses, finally convincing her that what had happened was a very bad thing and that I had used her in the worst ways possible. A told everyone she'd initiated the whole thing, but was only told that I should have known better, which I guess I should have. But love knows no boundaries and I truly loved A. The therapists killed her as surely as if they had forced the barbiturates down her throat themselves. There are still lots of beautiful memories, but I will stop now, just short of our first twenty-four hours. I would like to think that I honour her memory by sharing these intimate moments with like-minded people. I know A won't mind as she took her own life in -98, two years after we met for the first time. She was a world-class sex kitten and I miss her.ENDAny feedback, praise that is, is welcome to: [email protected] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life inanyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 19 |
mywife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/41/mywife.txt | Jerry couldnt believe it had been six weeks since that dreaded night that his wife came home early from her usual Thursday night card game with the girls and caught him in that dreadful act.How could he have been so stupid and let it happen so easily? It was something that he enjoyed doing since he was fourteen years old and now he had been caught by his own wife.Tammy was so angry at him that night that she almost packed his bags and made him move out of the house that night but she didnt. He spent four weeks sleeping in their guests bedroom and it wasnt until he had apologized to her numerous times and said that he would never do it again before she finally gave in and allowed him back in their bed again.She still wouldnt allow him to have sex with her, not after that night. Jerry pleaded with her the other night, almost begging her to have sex but she was still too angry and hurt.Jerry knew that Tammy had confided with her best friend at work concerning their marital problems and Jerry was upset. He felt so embarrassed and hurt that Tammy had told someone his little secret.Jerry had overheard Tammy talking on the phone the other night to this woman whose name is Jean. It almost seemed as if they were planning something, maybe revenge or maybe this woman was trying to talk Tammy into divorcing him.After all, it wasnt as if he went out screwing another woman. Why wouldnt she just let it go and forget that it even happened? They had been married for seven years and Jerry loved Tammy with all his heart. He remembered meeting her on a blind date and how beautiful she was. They were both fresh out of college and both working in real estate.They had met at the company Christmas party and were married the following spring. They began working as a team and were very successful at selling homes. Tammy had long red hair and he loved redheads and she was very slim with long legs but very well endowed. Her tiny waist seemed to enhance her bust size even more.Jerry wasnt much larger than his wife, they were the same height and he had always been skinny. Jerry didnt think he weighed any more than his wife.They were both going to turn thirty next year and they were so successful that they bought a million-dollar house and both had luxury cars. They just didnt have any time for kids right now, they were so busy trying to get everything they wanted before they settled down with children.Tammy was talking on the phone that very moment with her friend Jean. Jean was another agent down at the office where he and Tammy worked. Jerry had wondered how many of the other agents knew what he had done. He just couldnt believe his own wife would spill the beans to her best friend on him.***After dinner that night, he and Tammy had settled down and were working on a few updates on some listings together when Tammy stopped what she was doing on the computer and turned to Jerry and gave him a hug."Jerry. Im really sorry Ive been so hard on you these past few weeks. Its just that I was very hurt when I came home and found you the way I did that day."Jerry gave her another hug and they kissed and Tammy looked into his eyes and smiled as she held his hands and knew she has something else to day to him."Ive been talking to Jean and we had a long talk about what had happened that night and I think Ive been very unfair to you. I think we should have talked about what had happened a lot sooner and got everything out in the open."Tammy reached up and held his chin in her hand and kissed his lips gently. Jerry was beginning to feel so much better after all this time. Tammy was finally letting it go and moving on."Honey. Ive decided to allow you to continue doing what you enjoy. I understand perfectly well how you feel and I dont want to deny you of your little hobby."Jerry looked into Tammys eyes knowing that she was being very honest and sincere and it caused him to smile back at her knowing that she understood.That night was the first time that he and Tammy had sex in more than six weeks and she was being so much different that night. Tammy seemed to be concentrated on studying Jerry rather then enjoying sex with him. She was treating him so much differently that it made him paranoid to what she was thinking.Tammy studied every inch of Jerrys body, running the palms of her hands along his legs and thighs and feeling his slim waist and small shoulders. Tammy even made him laugh that night when she compared his legs to her own legs, telling him how long and slim his were, just like her own and how soft his skin felt against her own. They were laying in bed cuddling and Tammy was stroking his hair and looking into his eyes. Jerry knew she was thinking about something. He knew her very well. She lowered her hand and began rubbing it along his chest and played with his nipples. She began to laugh as she thought about something but didnt share her thoughts with him. They were both naked and there was only the dim light on in the room but Jerry could defiantly see something in her eyes that scared him a little.Tammy jumped out of bed giggling and opened one of her drawers and pulled an article of clothing out and held it behind her back and leaped back into the bed and playfully smiled at Jerry holding the object behind her back."Whats wrong? Why are you laughing and what do you have behind your back?""I got something I want you to try on for me. Close your eyes and let me put it on you."I closed my eyes and waited for Tammy to put whatever she was holding on me. She was giggling as she lifted my feet, one at a time and I felt her pulling underpants up my legs so I lifted my rear off the bed so she could pull them up.They were very tight and she playfully snapped the elastic and said, "OK. Open your eyes now."I looked down to see what she had put on me, and was shocked and hurt when I saw that she had slipped a pink pair of panties on me. I immediately thought she was making a joke out of what happened but quickly defended her action."Jerry. I thought this would make you happy knowing that Im willing to accept your cross-dressing activities. I just wanted you to feel comfortable doing it around me. There isnt any reason why you have to hide your secret from me. I love you and accept you the way you are."I felt uncomfortable laying in bed with a dainty pair of womens pink panties on me. I looked down and saw that they were very tiny and well below my navel. "Jerry. Why dont you stand up and go look in the mirror and see how they look on you?"I was very hesitant about getting out of bed wearing something like this in front of my wife but she seemed to be interested so I got out of bed and looked at myself in the full length mirror.Tammy got out of the bed behind me and adjusted the elastic around my hips and gave my ass a gentle squeeze than slapped it."Do you know that you can fit into my panties? Were almost the same size except up here?"Tammy was pointing at her large tits as she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a black bras from the drawer. She walked over and started to put the thing on me as I tried to resist her."Jerry. Dont be ashamed, well try it on you and see how it looks."I allowed my wife to put the bra around my chest and waited patently as she snapped the hooks in the back. She helped me slip the shoulder straps in place and ran over to her dresser again and got a couple pairs of socks and stuffed them inside the cups of the bra.Tammy was really getting into this as she stood back looking at me wearing the panties and bra. She walked back to the dresser and got out her tape measure and measured my hips and waist and than stood back giggling."Do you know that we have the same size hips? My waist is four inches smaller than yours and without the padding in the bra, were no comparison."Tammy was getting more out of this little dress-up game than I was as I watched her walk around me checking me out. Tammy ran to the closet and she came out laughing like a little girl with a pair of heels in her hands."Jerry. Give these a try and see how they fit you. You have small feet and we might get lucky."I couldnt believe what my wife was doing as she gave me the black heels. I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried slipping one on. It was tight but I was able to twist the show enough until it slipped on my foot.Tammy helped me tie the buckle and I slipped on the other heel and waited until she snapped that shoe. I stood up and tried to walk over to the mirror to see how I looked. The heels made me look much taller, they we spiked and opened toes and I loved seeing Tammy wearing them.She had me turn in front of the mirror to see how good my legs looked wearing the heels. She tugged on the panties until she slipped them down my legs and rushed to the drawer and pulled out a black pair and helped me slip into them.She was really getting into this and I was beginning to get as excited as she was and she knew it. I had never felt so excited in all the years I had been dressing up. Tammy walked into the closet and brought out a black dress she hadnt wore in a couple years. She wanted me to try it on so she helped me get into it. It was made out of a satin material and clung to my body.I never really realized how much that my body size resembled Tammys as far as my hips and my weight. I got pushed around when I was a kid because I was built so small. Even my arms and hands were dainty and I didnt have big shoulders like most men.Tammy had picked out this dress because it didnt show very much cleavage and since I wore a bra that was stuffed with socks, you really couldnt tell the difference. My wife had another surprise for me when she kneeled down and took out a box from under the bed.Tammy opened the small cardboard box and took out a blonde wig. It was the wig I had bought a couple years ago and the exact wig that she caught me wearing that dreadful day six weeks ago.I had thought she had tossed it out in the garbage long ago but here she was smiling and getting ready to put it on my head. I helped her adjust the wig on my head and she picked up her comb and started to comb the hair.It was long and the hair came down past my shoulders, Tammy fluffed it out and had me walk in front of the full length mirror. She seemed more thrilled with the way I looked than I was and gave me a little kiss on my chin and held her arm around my waist.Tammy was moving her hand down to my ass and began rubbing her hand across the material of the dress. She gave me a very passionate kiss on my lips as we embraced.I had never felt so relieved in my whole life, here I was standing next to my wife all dressed up and I felt good. So many years of hiding my secret from everyone and now my wife was helping me. I just couldnt believe my luck.We talked about having me put on lipstick and other makeup but it was getting late so I started to take off the dress and Tammy stopped me. She gave me another kiss and a hug and smiled at me."I never had sex with another woman before."I was so surprised to hear my wife say that to me but we got in bed with me still dressed and she straddled my face while I licked her pussy. She had a very intense orgasm a few minutes later and after that she moved down and slipped off my panties and pulled the dress up around my waist and mounted herself on my cock.We screwed so intensely for the next hour that I thought I was going to cry. My wife had made me so happy and she really seemed very pleased and excited herself. Tammy told me just before we went to sleep that night that she fantasized about doing it with another woman for years and I finally made her dream come true.I thought about what she said as I fell asleep and realized that I was fulfilling her fantasy as well as my own.I woke up late the next morning, it was Saturday so I really didnt have anything to do that day. Tammy was already up and I saw the clothes I had been wearing the night before laid out on the chair.So it wasnt a dream after all, I felt so relieved knowing that I wasnt dreaming last night. I got up and used the bathroom and put on my robe and walked out to the kitchen to see if Tammy had made the coffee.Tammy had made the coffee and I poured a cup and walked toward the front room. I could hear Tammy talking on the cell phone and could barely hear but wondered whom she was talking to so early in the morning.A tip toed a little closer so I could hear Tammy and leaned against the wall near the hallway."Yeah... He did... No... Even the heels... I think I will... Do you think so? Well you know he would probably like that to... Yeah... Maybe I should... Ill give it some thought and Ill call you later... OK... Yeah... Bye..."Tammy was walking in my direction and I pretended to just be walking into the room."Oh... Good morning sleepy head... How is my little girl doing this morning?"I smiled at Tammy as she kissed my lips, I had many thoughts going through my head at that moment. She was actually joking around and calling me her little girl this morning. What I really wanted to know was whom she was speaking to on the phone and why was she sharing what we had done last night together with another person.I had thought that we would keep this our little secret but I was wrong."Huh... Honey... Did I hear you talking to someone out here?""Oh... I was just talking to a client that wanted to see a house tomorrow."I was feeling a little confused because I had heard Tammy talking about heels and I was sure she was referring about me. It was too early in the morning to get in an argument about something I really wasnt sure about and we had such a good time last night that I didnt want to ruin it now.Tammy and I stopped by the office later that morning, things were slow so we returned home with nothing really planned. I was sitting on the sofa when my wife walked out of the bedroom completely naked and sat on my lap and kissed me on the lips."Why dont you get naked and well take a bath together?"I smiled and kissed her and took her hand and followed her into the bedroom. I got my clothes off in a hurry and went into the bathroom where Tammy was waiting for me I was surprised to see her standing next to the sink with the stuff she uses to wax her legs."Honey. I thought we should get rid of that hair on your legs, youll feel so much smoother when we make love and youll be able to wear stockings or shorts."I went along with it and found it very erotic and exciting. Here I was having my wife removing all of my hair on my legs so Id be smooth as a baby. Tammy even used her shaver on my face doing the delicate task of shaving me and using her hair remover in a few spots. She always laughed about my hair anyway. I was never able to grow much facial hair to begin with and we joked about it many times.We took a bath together when we were finished removing all of my hair. Tammy sprinkled her bath oil in the water and both of us came out of the tub smelling nice and sweet.Tammy had a bunch of ideas in her head and wanted to go out shopping for fake nails and new clothes that I could wear instead of wearing her stuff. We even picked up a bunch of makeup and new high heel shoes that afternoon. I was actually a little overwhelmed by my wifes eagerness to help me dress so well.We were so tired from all the shopping that afternoon that we just laid around the house that evening when Tammy got the idea of having me dress up the following day and we would go out and have lunch together.She wanted to do the works on me and have me go out with her as a woman. Id only fooled around at the house in the past and I told her I was too nervous to even try but she insisted and reassured me that she could do such a good job on me that nobody would ever know the difference.Tammy spent two hours getting me ready that Sunday morning and when she was finished, I was a work of art! We both wore floral dresses and I had a pair of red high heels and a matching purse. I let Tammy drive and ducked when we were backing out of the driveway on our way out. We drove to a large restaurant way on the other side of town and I was nervous going in because the place was full of people.Tammy encouraged me and I felt more relaxed and we ordered lunch, I practiced speaking and gave the waitress my order without her even noticing anything strange. Tammy said I looked perfect and nobody would ever be able to notice and she was right.We drove back home and when the garage door came down once we were inside the garage, I felt so relieved that we actually got away with it.Chapter 2 During the next few weeks, Tammy and I played around the house with my new clothes and she showed me how to apply makeup and do my hair and we went out to lunch every weekend for lunch.My only concern was that Tammy spoke to her friend on the phone every evening and I know she was giving that person a blow by blow description of what we were doing.Tammy and I were getting ready for bed one evening and I could tell she had something on her mind to say and she surprised me just before I turned out the light by asking me a question."Jerry... Have you ever thought about doing it with another man? I thought... Since you like to dress up like a woman... You dont have to be afraid to tell me the truth."Tammys question did catch me off guard and I looked over at her and said. "Tammy. Im not gay if thats what you are getting at.""Honey... I know your not gay... I was just wondering if you ever fantasized about being with another man and pretending you are doing everything a woman would do for a man."I didnt know how to answer her question because I think I may have fantasized about it several times but how could I tell her it was only a fantasy and not something I really wanted to do.I gave Tammy a kiss and put my hand on the back of her head, "Its only been a fantasy but Im not interested in doing it."We went to sleep soon after I answered Tammy, but I wondered if she was wondering if I had gay tendencies and really wanted to go there. Several weeks had passed and I was getting really good at applying makeup and I bought another wig to wear with my ensemble. It has long red hair and matched Tammys in color and length.Tammy bought me breast forms through the mail and with the red hair and the breast forms, we could pass for sisters.We were going out three or four times a week now, hitting clubs and restaurants and my wardrobe began to grow as well. It began to get more common for me to stay dressed in drag than being a man.Since we worked together in real estate as a team, I decided to work mostly from our office at home while Tammy met the public, shaking hands and kissing babies. Our little setup seemed to be working fairly well and I would show myself at the office for our monthly meetings.Lucky for us that our house set back off the street and our neighbors were several hundred feet away, so I was able to dress as a woman almost twenty-four hours a day.Tammy actually enjoyed me staying home because I did all the house cleaning and cooking. One afternoon, Tammy walked in the door very excited and I thought she had won the lottery or something.Once she calmed down, we sat on the sofa holding hands. "Oh Jerry. Youll never guess what had happen today."She was smiling and so happy that I knew it was something really big. "Tell me. What happened?""Do you know that property along the coast? The one they were asking thirty million dollars?"I smiled, "Yes. The one everyone has been trying to sell for the past two years?""Yes... I sold it this afternoon... Well... I got him to sign the contract at lunch to buy it... He is a developer and they are going to build a bunch of condos there."I gave Tammy a big hug and we kissed smearing each others lipstick and just laughed. I was so excited for my wife. We wiped each others face and hugged.I was very excited for Tammy, there would be a huge commission along with a bonus the seller was offering and I opened a bottle of wine that evening while we ate dinner and celebrated.We made a toast, and thats when I noticed that Tammy wasnt wearing her wedding and engagement ring. I was a little concerned because Tammy never took them off since we were married."Tammy. Where are your rings? Why arent you wearing them?"Tammy put her wine glass on the table. The expression on her face showed guilt as she starred down at the table.Tammy starred at the table with her lips parted and I knew she was trying to figure out what to say to me."Honey. I...Uh... Wanted to get this contract signed... So... I met Mark for lunch... And... Ah... Well. Uh... Jean thought it would be a good idea if I had lunch with Mark... An uh... Maybe I could give him the idea that... I was single... Flirt with him a little..."My heart sank at that moment and I leaned back in the chair. I was upset and got up and walked into the bedroom. I was very hurt and didnt know what to say to Tammy.Tammy walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist. "Im sorry. I didnt mean to hurt you. I wanted Mark to sign that contract so I did something that I shouldnt have today."Nothing else was said and Tammy walked out of the room leaving me alone. I knew that Jean had been giving my wife her advice. She was Tammys best friend and single herself and I couldnt even begin to imagine what she had been telling my wife to do.***Later that evening, we were preparing for bed and we hadnt talked to each other all evening. I was reluctant to remain angry at my wife and gave her a gentle kiss on her neck.Tammy turned and we hugged each other and she began crying on my shoulder. I allowed her to cry and get it out of her system. "I shouldnt have listened to Jean. Shes helped me with so much these past few weeks and I thought I was doing the right thing... I should have known better... I didnt listen to her about the hormones and I shouldnt have taken her advice on this.""You mentioned hormones? What are you talking about?"Tammy wiped her eyes and walked over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer and put several large pill bottles on top of the dresser."Jean had a friend who works at a pharmacy and he can get these hormone pills without a prescription. Jean had suggested that you may want to start on them since you enjoy dressing so much. I was reluctant to give them to you and just brought them home and put them away."I picked each bottle up off the dresser and read the labels. There were sixteen bottles and most of them were doubled or triple of the exact medicine. I would have to do a little research to know what they did.I was so angry that I separated the bottles and took one of each different pills in my hand and shoved them into my mouth and swallowed."Honey... No... Those will change your body..."I was angry and walked into the bathroom and got a glass of water. I didnt say anything to Tammy as I opened the same bottles and took out one more pill out of each bottle and swallowed those as well.Tammy screamed... "Honey... No... Stop it... Now...""There... You can tell Jean that I started to take the hormones... What else does she want you to do? Tell me? What else? Divorce me?"I walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut and slept in our guest suite that night. I laid in the bed wondering exactly what those pills would do to me.***The next morning I got up and went back to our bedroom. I could hear the water running in the shower and notice the bottles of pills were gone from the top of the dresser. I opened the drawer where Tammy had got them last night and they were still there.I closed the drawer and heard the water stop in the bathroom and walked in and saw Tammy drying herself off with a towel. I took hold of the towel and helped her, she immediately put her arms around me and gave me a kiss. "Im so sorry... I love you so much and I just wanted to make you happy... Ill call and tell Mark that Im married and cancel the date with him this morning."I looked at Tammy wondering what she meant by a date?"Did you mean that you have to see him again to sign more documents?""Jerry... Listen to me... Mark asked me to go out with him next Friday night to a club... I did accept his offer but told him I wouldnt go unless I could bring my sister.""I guess that Im the sister your talking about, isnt it?""Yeah... But... Im going to call him and tell him I have to cancel.""No... Ill go with you... Any way, its not a problem at all... You want to seal this deal than Ill help you... You can call him and confirm your date with him... "Although I was still angry, I didnt want Tammy to screw up this deal. I knew it was a lot of money and would enhance her carrier but I was still angry about how much she was listening to this woman, Jean.Tammy dressed for work while I took my shower and when I finished, she was ready to leave and kissed me on her way out. I dried myself and stood thinking about the hormone pills in the drawer and kneeled down and took out two of each of the pills and walked back into the bathroom and swallowed them with water.If this is what her friend, Jean wanted than Ill take them. I actually took a double dose of them each morning. Tammy never even bothered checking them, I guess she assumed I was angry that night and hadnt taken any more.It was the first time in our marriage that we hadnt communicated. We just went through the motions each day until that Friday morning. Id been taking a double dose of the hormone pills for eight days straight and they were making me feel warm at times.That morning, Tammy became very affectionate just like she had done when she began helping me dress. She laid out a conservative black dress for me to wear that night. She was so afraid that Mark would find out I was a man and didnt want me to expose too much skin.She helped me plucking my facial hair and waxing my legs and had me practice talking. She was very concerned and worried about having me be convincible as a woman in front of this man.Tammy had chosen a black dress as well but it was much shorter than mine and exposed her cleavage.Once we got dressed and applied our makeup, I took a second look at Tammy who looked very hot and inviting. I just hoped that she wasnt going too far with this man. It was dark when we left the house and I decided to drive us to the club and when I pulled into the large parking lot, my heart was beating so fast that I could feel my heart thumping inside my tight bra. I was wearing the rubber breast forms and could still feel each heart beat when I put my hand against the fake nipple area.Mark had told Tammy that he would be waiting and holding a booth for us. We got a lot of stares from the men when we walked past the front door. There wasnt any doubt in my mind that we looked like we could have been sisters.We entered the large club and people were out on the dance floor, I followed Tammy as she looked around for this guy, Mark. I assumed he would have blonde hair, handsome, tall, the whole package."There he is, back in the far corner."Tammy pointed way toward the rear of the club. I couldnt see whom she was pointing at so I just followed her around the dance floor toward the back of the club.We walked near the last booth and I saw a man sliding out of the booth getting ready to great Tammy. My eyes expanded in size as I saw a tall muscular black man smiling at Tammy.The man greeted Tammy with a kiss on the cheek and hugged her while staring back at me."This must be the sister you were telling me about."Tammy turned and smiled at me as she held Marks hand. "Mark. I want you to meet my sister, Jenny." We never discussed a name for me other than Jerry, and gave my wife a quick glance before extending my hand out to Mark.Mark kissed my hand. It was the first time having any contact like this with a man and I felt very strange. My other thought was that I had done such a wonderful job that he actually thought I was Tammys sister.Mark motioned for me to slide into the large booth which circled around and was only lit with a flickering candle. Tammy scooted in next to me and Mark sat next to her. Mark ordered us drinks and I sat listening to Tammy and Mark talking about the huge plan he had for the land he was purchasing.Two more drinks later, they were still chatting away and I didnt mind so much. It was all business talk and the music kept my mind occupied while they talked.I was a little surprised when Mark asked my wife to dance and she turned to look back at me as she was sliding out of the booth and smiled."Ill be back in a few!"I returned the smile as Mark took her hand and lead Tammy out to the dance floor. They were playing a tango and Tammy is very good at dancing to those. I sat sipping my drink and keeping an eye on them on the dance floor. Another tango was played and they remained out on the floor. Tammy was laughing and I knew she was having fun dancing with Mark. The next song was a slow dance and I had assumed Tammy would be walking back by now.I looked around the dance floor, stretching my neck to see them but couldnt. The lights had been lowered when that song began to play which made it difficult seeing them.The song ended and the lights were turned back up, but by that time I saw Mark bringing Tammy back toward our booth. He was holding her hand but let go so she could slid back into the booth.Tammy smiled at me. "How are you doing?""Im fine."Mark ordered us another drink and when he turned his face toward Tammy, I could see a tiny speck of Tammys lipstick on his lower lip.My heart sank as I thought about Tammy kissing Mark, maybe it was a friendly sort of kiss so I figured I wouldnt worry about it so much. But I did try to analyze it to some degree. I remembered Mark kissing her on the cheek when we arrived so it couldnt have got on his lip at that time.Mark asked Tammy to dance with him again and she smiled at me as he lead her back out on the dance floor. A few seconds later, a man asked me to dance and I was stunned and before I could say no, he was holding his hand out to help me out of the booth. My concern was what Tammy would think when she returned back to the booth with Mark and saw me dancing with another man.I danced one song with the man and they played a slow song next so I thanked him before walking toward the restrooms. I had to pee very badly and when I got to the restrooms, I almost mistakenly walked into the mens room.I felt strange going pee in the womens room, there was other woman walking in and I just smiled. It did give me a chance to check my makeup and after a few minutes I walked back out to our booth. I saw Mark and Tammy sitting in the booth and when I slid in, I saw that Mark had his arm around my wife. He was sitting right next to her and they had been talking about something and quit once I got in my seat.Mark smiled at me. "I saw someone dancing with you a few minutes ago."Oh God! They knew I was dancing with someone. What was my wife thinking about me at that moment.I just smiled at Mark and took a sip of my drink. Tammy put her hand on my leg, just above my knee and I smiled at her."Jenny. Its all right if you want to dance with a few of the guys here. I dont want you to feel left out on anything."I returned the smile but it wasnt more than a couple seconds that Tammy had gave me permission to dance, that a man walked up to our booth and asked me to dance with him. I looked over at Tammy and hoped she would help me out but all she said was. "Go ahead. Have some fun."I got out on the dance floor with this guy and tried to stay near the table so I could see Tammy but it was so crowded that we kept getting pushed further away. They played a slow song next and I was going to quit but the guy asked me to dance with him again so I stayed and put my arms around his shoulders.He was much taller than me so he blocked my view of the table but I finally got a peek and saw Mark and Tammy sitting very close together. He was talking to her and their faces were only inches apart. I was close enough to see that Mark was seated in a way that I couldnt see either one of his hands. It appeared that he may have had one arm around my wife and maybe holding her other hand under the table. I was asked to dance to another slow song so I decided to stay and kept my eye on Mark and my wife. I was too upset to be concerned about dancing with this guy. He seemed nice but my mind was on my wife at the moment.I could only see whenever I turned to my left or right. I couldnt see over the mans shoulders. He was just too tall.I turned to the left and my hear sank as I saw Mark kissing Tammy on the lips. They werent moving either. They were locked in a heated passionate kiss. His arm was around my wife and I couldnt see what he was doing with his other hand.The song ended and I thanked the man for dancing with me and hurried back to the table to where Mark and my wife were sitting. Tammy was wiping off his face with a napkin. I knew she was removing her lipstick off his face but she quickly put the napkin in her purse and smiled at me."Did you enjoy dancing with that man? He seemed really nice, I thought you wouldnt be back for a while.""My legs were getting tired out there. Im not used to these heels yet."Tammy turned back toward Mark and smiled at him. His arm was around her waist and she had scooted herself very close to him. I inched into the booth a couple more inches and noticed Mark was resting his other hand on Tammys thigh.We all had been drinking and I guess neither of them were concerned about me. Mark really didnt have any concern because as far as he knew, I was Tammys sister.I sat hoping that Mark would move his hand away from Tammys thigh and he did so but only long enough to take a sip of his drink and he put his hand right back where it was except he began massaging Tammys thigh this time as he starred into her eyes.I moved even further into the center of the booth and didnt realize until that moment that Tammys hand was resting on Marks thigh and her fingers were near his crotch. I sat listening to Mark as he whispered to Tammy."Remember what I told you. You have my number if something comes up and you change your mind. I really wish you would consider my offer. I really dont think your sister would mind driving home by herself.""Oh Mark... Its getting very late and I have a lot to do in the morning... I wouldnt let Jenny drive home alone... Maybe Ill take you up on your offer in the near future... Ill give you a call in a couple days."What was I hearing them talking about... Was Mark asking my wife to go back to his place tonight?Tammy turned toward me. "Jenny. I guess we better get home before we get too drunk to drive back."We all got up out of the booth and walked to the parking lot. Mark walked us back to our car and held Tammys hand all the way out. Tammy gave him a little peek on the lips and said good night to Mark.He stood watching us until we got out of the parking lot. I was so relieved that the night was over.We got home and I changed out of my dress while Tammy was in the bathroom. She walked out and got right into bed without saying a word. I walked into the bathroom. It felt weird going pee, standing up after using the ladys room at the club.I got into bed and Tammy was all ready asleep. I had a few questions to ask her but I guess it would have to wait until morning.***The next morning, I could smell coffee brewing, Tammy had got up early. I still felt a little hung over after drinking last night. I walked out and poured a cup of coffee and looked around for Tammy.She was out near the pool talking on the phone and I figured it was her friend Jean again. I stood in the house sipping my cup of coffee trying to listen to her conversation. Tammys back was toward me and she sat looking toward the pool."I know... Me too... I dont think Jenny was mad... Yeah... Ill have to let you know... Because... I had a really nice time... Mark... Stop it... Ill let you know... OK... Id better get moving before Jenny wakes up... Yeah... Bye... "Tammy hung up the phone and started walking into the house and saw me standing in the doorway."Good morning Jenny."I was surprised that Tammy was still calling me Jenny."Good morning. Whom were you talking to on the phone?""That was Mark... He called to see if we made it home all right and hoped we had a nice time."I took a sip of my coffee thinking what to ask Tammy about last night. I didnt know where to begin."I saw you kissing Mark last night when I was on the dance floor. Is something going on that I should know about?""You saw everything. I was only being nice to Mark... Besides. I thought you were enjoying yourself last night dancing with those guys. I didnt think you had time to notice what Mark and I were doing.""I only danced with those guys because you insisted, you told me to go out on that floor and dance with that guy.""Jenny... Come on now... You were waiting for my approval to dance with a man and dont say you werent! You dont have to be ashamed about it... I saw you dancing in that mans arms and you looked like you were having a good time." Tammy had it all wrong, how could I convince her I was telling the truth. "Tammy. I had a good time but I thought we went out because you wanted to seal that deal with Mark?"Tammy kissed my cheek and held onto my shoulders."Honey... Its all right... I want you to feel comfortable with it... I told you I loved you and I want you to be happy... Now go take a shower and put on that nice blouse and shorts I bought you and well go out and have a late breakfast."I walked into the bedroom and slipped out of my nightie and got into the shower. I didnt understand Tammy, but I did know that her friend Jean must have told her that I must be gay and wanted to be with men. I got dressed and did my makeup and put on the wig and looked in the bathroom mirror. I looked better as a woman than I ever did as a man. Maybe thats what Tammy saw in this guy, Mark.Maybe she wanted to be with someone more masculine than me. Why was she helping me dress up so much and why did Tammy even bring home the supply of hormones? She could have told Jean I wouldnt be interested.I opened the drawer and took out two of everything again and swallowed them down with my coffee. I dont know why, maybe because I was still angry at Tammy or maybe because this is what she really wanted for me to do.This would be the ninth day that I took a double dose of those pills. Maybe I should tell her what I did. Would she get so upset that shed take them away from me? Maybe she would only encourage me to continue taking them. What should I do?Was I really hurting Tammy by taking them? I closed the drawer and walked out to find Tammy so we could leave.I heard Tammy talking on the phone again."I dont know Jean... Yes... He danced with two men... I know you warned me... Well have to talk about it... I dont know... Yes, Mark was really nice... Yes... I want to see him again... No... Im waiting for Jenny... I dont know about the hormones... Yes... She knows... Shes a little concerned about Mark... I know... Itll take time... Not now... Not that fast... Jean... Listen... Well at the office on Monday... Bye."I walked into the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. I couldnt believe that my wife was referring to me as a "She."My hands were shaking as I thought about things Tammy said. She mentioned the hormones, and wanting to see Mark again... What was I going to do? What if I just put an end to this right now and told Tammy I wanted to stop dressing and didnt want her to see Mark again?Could I really do that? ....Could I stop dressing or was it in my blood too much to stop... I couldnt answer that right now but I didnt want her to see Mark again? How could I have my cake and eat it too?Tammy and I went out for our late breakfast. It turned out to be lunch by the time we got there but we didnt mind. I wanted to ask Tammy a few questions but waited until we were through eating."Tammy. I heard you on the phone before we left the house this morning. Was it Mark?""That was Jean who called me. She wanted to know how our date with Mark went last night and I told her.""Did you tell her anything about me?""Honey. I told her everything that went on last night and how you danced with a couple of guys. I also told her how you felt about dancing with a man knowing that I saw you."Tammy was still stuck on the fact that she thought I wanted to be with men and I had to make her understand differently."Tammy. What makes you think I want to be with a man rather than you?""Honey. Jean is an expert on these things and had done research for me. She said that a few percentage of married men like to cross-dress and a good number of those men are either gay or bisexual. Youre going to have to figure that one out for yourself.""But... Tammy... Im not interested in men... Can you understand/""Jenny... Listen to me... You had a nice time last night and I want you to admit it... You may have been a little jealous seeing Mark sitting next to me last night but deep down in your heart, you were having the time of your life dressed the way you were and having men think you were so pretty... Admit it just once."I didnt know how to answer Tammy, I did get my thrills being dressed last night and I was getting a few looks from the guys. "Look Tammy... Yes I got excited but Im just not interested in seeing men... I love to dress-up and pretend with you.""Jenny... You cant pretend anything if your gay... You have to search in your mind and figure it out... What makes you happy... "I wasnt getting anywhere with Tammy. She wouldnt listen to any reason. It seemed as if Jean had my wife convinced that I was Gay or at least bisexual.We left the restaurant and walked through town and I realized we were holding hands and getting stares from many people. If they only knew, I was a guy and not a woman. I really wanted to tell a few of them to get lost, but Tammy told me to ignore them.Tammy pulled me in between two stores and kissed me. It was so funny having our lipstick smeared on each other that we laughed. I was so happy at that very moment I wanted it to last forever.I wanted to ask Tammy about Mark. I didnt want to ruin the moment but I had to ask her how she felt. "Tammy. I want you to tell me how you feel about Mark. Are you interested in seeing him again?"Tammy put her arms around my waist as she starred into my eyes. I knew she was going to say something serous, we had been married too long and I knew her very well."Jenny. Mark is a nice guy and he likes me... Dont forget the fact that he thinks Im single too... He asked to see me again and I told him Id think about it... I wouldnt have given it a second thought two days ago but I saw you dancing with those men at the club and you looked happy... Well, it made me feel left out... "I couldnt understand what Tammy meant. There was no reason why she should feel left out. I loved her. I was also feeling angry inside again. Maybe the hormones I was taking were making me feel this way."What are you saying to me? You want to see him again, dont you? You want to go out with Mark again, dont you? Thats just fine Tammy. You go out with him. I dont care. Is it because he is so huge? More muscular? What is it?""Jenny... Thats enough... I dont need a lecture out here in public... Lets go home where we can talk."We drove back home in silence, Tammy was angry at me because I wanted to know the truth about how she felt about this guy Mark. We got into the house and I began questioning her instantly. "Tammy... I need to know what your going to do... ""Honey... Why bring this up now? ....I dont think I need to decide this minute what Im going to do... Why are you being so persistent with me? ...""Because you told me it made you feel left out and I dont understand."Tammy began to cry. She was sniffling and holding her hands over her eyes."I just stood waiting for a reply from her."How do you think I feel having a husband who loves to dress like a woman and runs around and dances with other men?""Tammy. If I recall... You are the person that was so anxious to have me dress like this and you encouraged me to dance with that man at the club. Why should you be so upset with me?""I just dont know right now... Please... I dont want to argue about it. Why cant we talk?"Tammy wasnt interested in talking. I went into the bedroom and changed my clothes. I washed as much of the makeup off my face as I could and lay on the bed and fell asleep reading a book.***I woke up that evening and it was all ready dark. I had slept almost all afternoon. I looked to my side and saw Tammy laying next to me. She opened her eyes and we kissed. She put her arm around me saying, "Honey. I love you very much and dont want to argue any more."I kissed her again as I looked into her eyes. I was very happy with Tammy with me but I know it wasnt the end of our problems. ***The next morning was Sunday and Tammy woke up first and gave me a hug and told me how sorry she was and didnt mean to hurt me. She also told me she wanted me to continue dressing, she wouldnt mind or through it in my face any more.It was strange because I dreamed last night that Tammy was trying to tell me something. She was trying to tell me she had a fantasy of her own and I lay in bed trying to figure out what it might be. She had been so accommodating to my cross dressing and I was so eager to comply that I completely over looked what she was trying to tell me. Tammy was at least in a way that she wouldnt hurt my feelings.My hunch was that Tammy had a fantasy to make love with a black man! If Im wrong and bring it up, it could mean the end of our marriage but what if Im right?Tammy gave me everything she thought I wanted, a wife that accepted my cross dressing, taking me out in public to pass, even mingling with real men to see how I would react with them. She could have brought the hormones home and found a way to show them to me without hurting my feelings. Oh man! She allowed me to make a decision.I wondered if she was counting the hormone pills?I had to find a way for Tammy to arrange a date with Mark. It had to be a way that she wouldnt feel as if she were committing adultery. It was Sunday and Tammy had a house showing that afternoon and I offered to go with her since the couple were just relocating into town. We both felt comfortable about having me dress as Tammys associate partner. We both choose white blouses and grey pants and matching jackets. I slipped on a pair of black heels and we shared the bathroom mirror applying our makeup together. Tammy laughed and joked that we should have our picture taken in these suites for new business cards.We could present ourselves as "sisters in real estate."We drove out on the other side of town to meet the couple at the house. I decided I would make the first move about Mark."Tammy. I just wanted to mention that I had a nice time after all, Friday night and wanted to say that Mark was a really nice guy."Tammy looked surprised that I had brought up Friday night again."Uh... Yeah... He is very nice. I thought you would like him.""Tammy....Im really sorry I got so upset with you about the date, I know you wanted me to be happy and Im. I want you to be happy as well. I love you very much!"She was driving but I was able to hold her right hand as she smiled and gave it a gentle squeeze. We were getting close to the house we were showing so I only had a couple minutes to present my next offer."Honey... I was thinking... I wouldnt see what would be so wrong with inviting Mark to the house for dinner one night?"I was watching Tammys reaction and she looked surprised but her facial reaction was telling me that this is what she was waiting to hear from me."Well... Yeah... That might be a good idea... Im just a little taken by your offer of having Mark come to our house for dinner.""I think its a wonderful idea, and Ill do all the cooking and that will give you a chance to get better acquainted with him."Tammy choked up when I mentioned the last sentence. Maybe I shouldnt have said it but it was out. Now I had to fix it."Tammy. Itll be really nice having Mark at the house. Its a great way for us to show our appreciation for his business."I laughed. "Think of the huge bonus you are going to get at the closing." We arrived at the house and showed the house and with both of us working as a team, we were able to sign the couple to an agreement for an offer.We were driving toward the office so excited about calling in the offer that we both had forgotten that I was dressed in drag. We pulled into the driveway and because it was Sunday, there was only one agent on duty.Tammy turned and looked toward me a little upset as she parked the car. "Thats Jeans new car."Tammy could see the expression on my face that I wasnt too thrilled."Its ok, lets go in and present this offer."Tammy walked into the office ahead of me and Jean greeted her by hugging Tammy."Tammy, I didnt expect to see you in here today, how is everything going at home? You know... With Jerry? Is he still mad at you?""Um.....Why dont you ask Jerry yourself."Tammy turned back toward me and Jean was stunned and stood there with her mouth open starring at me in the womans business suite."Oh my God... Jerry... Is that you? Oh my... Look at you... Oh... Tammy... Look how good he looks..."Jean walked around me starring at my clothes checking me out from my head to my heels as she walked a circle around me."Jerry... I meant Jenny... Is that what I should call you? You're looking hot! I knew this would work out..."Jean winked at me and I tried to smile back at her. I had mixed feelings about this woman. I walked over to Tammys office, the one I shared with her before I started working from home.Jean was right behind me watching the way I walked in my heels."You know Jenny, I dont see why you dont come into the office and work like this, everyone here knows about you and were all here to support you."Thats just what I wanted too here. The other agents are aware that Im a cross dresser, a freak to them.I didnt reply to Jean, Tammy was busy on the phone trying to contact the sellers when Jean pulled on my arm and motioned for me to follow her out of Tammys office."Have you started taking the hormones yet?"I turned my head to look in her eyes, finally shaking my head up and down."Good, Ill talk to Gary at the pharmacy and make sure you have a supply coming. Youre going to see some changes occur soon! Have you told Tammy yet?"I shook my head, "No."Tammy walked out of her office to use the fax machine, while another phone rang and Jean padded me on the shoulder before hurrying over to answer it.I felt relieved that I wasnt going to have to answer any more of Jeans questions. I assumed she was going to ask me about going out to the club and dancing with other guys next.Tammy finished faxing the documents over and was ready to leave. We both waved at Jean who was still on the phone when we walked out the door.We arrived home and changed our clothes, Tammy hugged me once we got naked and kissed me on the lips. "Maybe I should call Mark and see if he would be interested in dinner?""Sure. Why dont we go swimming after you call him?"Tammy smiled at me as she retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She started to dial his phone number while I got my new bikini out of the drawer.She was waiting for an answer and I motioned to her that I was going into the bathroom to put it on.I slipped on the bottom half of the suit and began to put the top half on. I noticed my nipples felt sensitive and slightly puffy. I thought about the effects of the hormones and it scared me.I remembered what Jean had just told me, about how I was going to see some changes and she was right about that.I could hear Tammy talking in the other room to Mark as I slipped the shoulder straps around my shoulders. Jenny walked in the bathroom and put her arm around my waist. She was still holding the cell phone to her ear."Jenny. How is next Saturday? Would that be all right?"I leaned over and kissed her on the lips."Honey. Its your date, whatever you two agree on would be fine with me."Tammy smiled at me and started to walk out of the bathroom."OK Mark... Saturday will be fine... Yes... I cant wait either... Me to... Give me a call this week... Yes... Just call me... OK... Bye..."I hoped I was doing the right thing. Mark was coming over to our house for a date with my wife. I cant believe its gone this far... What Im I doing? Was this sick or insane? What was going to happen between Mark and my wife? .....Would he eat dinner and leave? Maybe stick around for a little chat and a kiss or two?What if Mark wanted to take Tammy somewhere else? Maybe back to his place? .....Id have to put a stop on it! Yes... Id have to make the atmosphere so appealing that they would remain here so I could keep an eye on them.I would have a whole week to prepare... Candles... Wine... Good food... Yes... I could do it... Let her have her fun... Just dont let things get out of hand... Tammy joined me in the pool. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her flowing red hair and green eyes. The black bikini was such a lovely contrast to her pale white skin. Tammys bikini made me think about Mark for a moment, his dark skin against my wifes. What was the attraction for her? My first thought was that he was so much larger than I, his masculine broad shoulders, his huge arms, what about down there?I always wondered myself about the old myth. Black men are hung! Would Mark be hung like a horse? Could this be the attraction for Tammy? Why Im I thinking about this? Its not going to happen, or is it? ts only a dinner date... Right? We played in the pool, splashing and chasing each other. Tammy seemed so happy and content, this afternoon and so was I. I wanted it to last forever. Chapter 3Tammy got a phone call about the offer she had presented and they accepted it without a counter offer and got so excited she was jumping in the living room as she held onto me. She had to leave early to get things going on the deal and kissed me on her way out the door.About an hour after she left, I got a phone call and of all the people in the world who would call, it was Jean."Hi Jenny. I just called to tell you that Tammy is getting that deal finalized and she is so excited. Congratulations, your little wife is a hard worker!"I knew Jean called for another reason. It wasnt like her to be so friendly about a simple real estate deal."Jenny. Did you take your hormones yet today?""Uh... Yeah... Just a single dose right now...""Oh... Thats so good because I talked to my friend down at the pharmacy and he is going to arrange to give me three more months supply. Ill get them over to you as soon as I get the time."Why was Jean being so pleasant and accommodating toward me all of a sudden?"Oh... I spoke to a good friend of mine that does electrolysis and only lives about a block from your house. He said if you were interested, he could give you a good deal on treatments."I took the phone number and name of the guy that Jean gave me and thanked her, but she wasnt finished yet."Jenny... I think its so wonderful of you to allow Tammy to see other men... Im so glad that you are able to be open about your situation with her... Mark is a wonderful man and will treat her like she is a little princess... Oh... Im so glad that youre not prejudiced about Tammy seeing a black man, he is such a hunk! .....Dont you think so as well?""Ah... Yeah... He is...""I have to go, remember to call about the electrolysis. Ill talk to you soon."I hung up the phone. What Jean had just said about my situation and allowing Tammy to see other men... What did this all mean? Maybe it was more than just a fantasy for Tammy... I must have this all wrong again... My God... What Im I going to do?My wife is interested in seeing other men... Because of me? What should I do? .....If I stopped now, Tammy wouldnt believe I was finished as a cross dresser. Shed probably find a way to divorce me... A reason! I had to continue... Jean... It had to be Jean... Tammy was being coached by Jean... Maybe hours of brainwashing... Thats it... Not my fault... Im a cross dresser... Im not gay... Why did I agree with Jean about Mark? ....Yeah... He was built! Handsome... If I were a woman, he would excite me!God... What was I thinking just now?I hurried and completed my daily routine of housework. I thought about the phone number that Jean gave me. It would be nice not having to shave my face. I couldnt grow a beard if I tried! The best I could ever do was a little fuzz on my face. I dialed the number and a man answered and I introduced myself."Oh... Yes... Jenny... I was expecting your call... How wonderful... Its so exciting to help somebody new in the process of change! Jenny... Darling... Why dont you come in tomorrow morning... Say, maybe ten-ish? Well get you started and Ill be able to explain my procedure and give you an estimate on how many hours we will need.""Ah... OK... Ten would be fine and Ill see you tomorrow..."It couldnt hurt... If I wanted to continue cross dressing, removing unwanted facial hair would be a dream. I wouldnt have to shave anymore! Tammy wouldnt mind... She knew I couldnt grow much any how.Tammy was exhausted when she got home that night, she had shown houses all day and had a closing late in the afternoon. I didnt mention anything about my appointment in the morning. We ate dinner and relaxed out next to the pool and watched the sun set."Tammy, what are you going to wear on Friday for Mark?"Tammy sat thinking for a moment."I saw this purple dress today when I walked by a shop downtown but didnt have time to go in. I might stop by in the morning and try it on. What are you going to wear?""Oh... Its not that important for me to get dressed up... I guess something simple... Maybe that black dress I bought last week."That night, we fell asleep hugging each other with our legs tangled together. Tammy commented about how smooth I felt without hair on my legs and how she felt so close to me now. I was happy to and felt like crying.As soon as Tammy left the house the next morning, I got ready and drove to my appointment and met this guy named Thom. He explained the process and I spent two hours for my first treatment. Thom explained to me that I was lucky and wouldnt have to have more than two hundred hours.Thom worked on my chin area this morning and it was all red but Thom gave me a cream that would help and I made another appointment for Thursday.Tammy got home late that evening carrying packages and I could see the name on the bag and knew she had bought new clothing and possibly the purple dress she told me about.Later that evening, Tammy surprised me and walked out of the bedroom wearing her new dress and spun around in a circle."What do you think? Do you think Mark will like it?"It was the purple dress was just radiant on Tammy. The contrast of her long red hair and the bright purple material was dynamite.When Tammy had spun around, her upper thighs were revealed. The hem line of the dress was at various lengths and allowed just a tiny peek at Tammys thighs when she stood still. Tammys shoulders were bare except the tiny spaghetti straps and a daring plunging cleavage. Tammys breasts were so huge, they looked like they were ready to spill out from under the material. God... I wish mine were this big.There I go again... Thinking about how I would look with large breasts... How I would fill out wearing a similar dress... "Tammy... Youre so beautiful wearing that dress... I think Im going to have to keep an eye on you on Friday... Mark is going to love it...""Oh... Maybe its too revealing... Should I wear something else...""Oh... No... I was only kiddig... I think its beautiful... I want you to wear it if you feel comfortable... ""I bought something for you to wear Friday too... Ill show you..."Tammy ran into the bedroom and returned holding similar purple dress which matched the color of Tammys. The only difference was the shoulder area. Instead of having spaghetti straps, there was a lace material around the front. Tammy pointed out that I could wear my breast forms and it wouldnt be noticeable that they were fake."I got you purple heels that match it too."I tried the dress on and we fooled around for an hour or more deciding on our makeup. It was fun because it was just as if we were girlfriends sharing our thoughts and ideas about the way we looked.It was a fabulous evening for both of us, we were having so much fun that evening that I neglected to mention the electrolysis treatments are started that morning.I went in for my electrolysis treatment the next morning, I spent three hours with Thom that day because he had a cancelled appointment so I was able to stay an extra hour. Thoms phone rang and I was surprised to see him handing me the phone. It was Jean, she wanted to meet me for lunch so she could give me the pills she had mentioned on Monday. I guess she had phoned Thom to see if I had started the treatments and knew I was there.It seemed that nothing was kept secret with these people. They knew every move I made these days. We met for lunch a few blocks from the office and Jean gave me the pills and we quickly ate. She had to get back for an appointment that afternoon. Jean fumbled around in her purse and brought out a few small packets and looked around the restaurant and discreetly held out her hand for me to take them.I glanced around making sure nobody saw us and looked to see what Jean had gave me but she quickly said, "No... Put them in your purse... quick..."I immediately assumed she was giving me something illegal until she whispered to me holding her hand against her face so nobody could read her lips."Those are condoms..."I thought... Why do I need these? I just shrugged my shoulders and starred at Jean... Jean leaned over the table and whispered, "I want you to place these on your bedroom dresser on Friday... You have to trust me... If Mark and Tammy decide to be intimate than shell be prepared... Shell know that she has your approval if for any reason the night tends to lean in that direction... If you know what I mean?"I didnt know who to react or to say to Jean, she was basically telling me that Tammy and Mark may want to screw on Friday and I should have everything prepared for Tammy.Jean and I left the restaurant soon after leaving me drive home with that awful thought in my head. How could Jean plan all this out without some kind of remorse? Was it in fact true? Would Tammy be thankful that I thought about being prepared for that dreaded scenario?What kind of husband would she think I was? Well... I guess I was wrong to think about it in that aspect wasnt I? ......What did I really want to happen? .....Maybe I was excited for Tammy as well as myself about Fridays date... I felt confused... I was Tammys husband and felt like her girlfriend as well... We talked like girlfriends and we were trying to act like girlfriends... Oh God... This was driving me insane... ***Thursday morning rolled around, I drove to get my electrolysis treatment early that morning, Tammy had gone to another closing so I had plenty of time. Thom gave me another two hours of treatment and offered me a cup of coffee."You know, Jenny... I dont know if you have given any thought about doing the total transition but I know a great doctor whom I can refer you to in the future."Wow... That was a new one! Transition? Never gave it a thought! God... Im a cross dresser... No... Not interested... No way... I sat listening to Thom talk about these success stories, he called them... "Listen... Jean told me your wife is dating? You cant just sit at home and twiddle your thumbs... I know this guy that might be interested in you if you become available... ""I... Dont know... Right now... I have to think about it... "Oh God... What did I have to think about? .......Another man? This is insane... I just cant think about that now... Now? When?"Thom... Thank you for the advice, I better get going and Ill see you on Monday?""Oh... Yes... Darling... Have a really nice weekend... Oh... Try not to stay around the house too much... You need to get out and meet people."I stopped by the grocery store and bought everything I needed for Friday... God, it was tomorrow... I even picked up scented candles to place around the house and on the dinner table.I dont know what I was thinking, but I completely cleaned out our master bedroom of any sign of a man living there. When I had finished, the closet had been cleared of ever suit and shoes or shirts that I could find. Everything got packed away and put in a spare room. I seldom wore anything manly anymore. It really wasnt that much of an inconvenience. I was tired when I finished and feel asleep on the sofa. I didnt even hear Tammy when she came home that evening. Tammy woke me by giving me a kiss, she had already showered and only had a towel wrapped around herself. She had dried her hair and said she had cooked something for us to eat. She leaned down to kiss me again letting the towel fall free and I put my hands on her lovely large breasts and massaged them with my fingers. She was so beautiful and I continued to move my fingers across the soft skin touching her nipples with my thumbs. I had been gifted to be married to such a gorgeous woman and leaned up to give her another kiss.Tammy laid her head down on my chest as I stroked her hair. How could I allow somebody that I loved so dearly and was so beautiful to see another man? I know Tammy loved me very much and I decided to ask her a question that had been on my mind since I allowed her to arrange the date with Mark."Tammy. I want you to know that I want you to be completely honest with me from now on. I love you very much and never want to lose you to anyone else."Tammy raised her head and kissed me on the lips."Honey. Youre never going to lose me to anyone. Ill always be here for you and share everything with you. I love you very much too."I felt reassurance... I knew Tammy loved me... Could her words only mean that I wouldnt lose her as a girlfriend or my wife? I wanted to ask her that question... I was afraid... She might tell me something I didnt want to hear... "Lets go and eat something."That was a long evening, I sat reading a book but my mind kept drifting off thinking about the next day. I was worried and excited, maybe leaning toward excitement. Happy for my wife but sad as well.If Friday was only a day that would satisfy Tammys fantasy than I was excited and aroused. If Friday meant that this was the beginning of a permanent relationship with Mark than I was sad.Was it too late to stop? Did I want it to happen? Stop dressing? Could I? Had it gone too far? One fling is all it would be... Should I allow Tammy to experience another man... Someone much more masculine... Another race... So muscular!How would I feel if I were Tammy? Would I like it? Want more? Fall in love? Oh God... What if she fell in love with this man... My heart is racing now... Chapter 4My eyes opened slightly and I could see the sun shining in the window. I looked over toward Tammys side of the bed and she was already up. There was a note on the pillow."Had to leave early to drive to another office and show a house, will be home early. Love Tammy."It was Friday... The big day... Mark would be here later tonight... My heart began racing already. I jumped out of bed, I had plenty to do and get ready for this evening.I rushed around all morning getting the house clean and prepared for that evening. The doorbell rang around noon and I opened the door and a delivery man was standing outside with a big bouquet of flowers.I took them from the man and brought them into the house. They were absolutely beautiful!There was a card-attached address to Tammy and a small envelope but I didnt dare open it. I decided to put them on the dinning room table on the far end of where they would sit. I prepared some of the food and got it ready to cook, took my shower and started to straighten up our room and bath. I looked at the clock in the bedroom. It was after four and Tammy would be home soon.I heard the car pull into the garage. It was Tammy. She was running late and rushed past me giving me a little peek on the cheek as she ran into the bedroom unbuttoning her blouse on the way.I heard the shower water running before I even walked out of the bedroom. I began doing things in the kitchen and looked at my watch. It was after five now and I better get dressed. I had laid out my new dress on the spare bed, not wanting to get in the way of Tammy.I knew she would be rushing to get ready so I changed in that room and applied my makeup and went back into the kitchen to get everything prepared.I made sure the wine was chilling and ran out into the front room and lit the candles in that room and out near the pool as well. I ran back into the house and checked on the food. Everything looked perfect! ...The table was set... Food was cooking... Candles were flickering... My wife was busy getting ready for her date.It was six and Mark would be arriving any moment... The door bell rang and my heart almost stopped beating. I got a big lump in my throat as I turned to look in a mirror in the dinning room and fluffed my hair.Tammy was still getting ready so I had the honors of greeting Mark at the door. I had to walk in heels all over again as I got closer to the door.This was it... Id soon be letting a man into the house who was here to see my wife... I put my had on the door knob... I could feel my heart beating... I turned the handle and gave the door a quick tug.Mark was standing their smiling at me. He was dressed in a suit... Yes... I thought he was handsome... Mark stepped inside and gave me a kiss on my cheek, he was holding a red rose and gave it to me... I was stunned and tried to smile... He smiled at me and I stood next to him stretching up to kiss him on the cheek and thanked him for the rose.I escorted Mark into the living room and had him sit down to wait for Tammy while I put the rose in water.I was startled when I walked out of the kitchen and ran into him in the dinning room. Mark was looking at the flowers he had delivered today and asked if Tammy had seen them."Tammy got home late this afternoon and ran into the shower to get ready and hasnt been out here yet."I watched Mark lean over the table to smell the flowers... He was huge... His broad shoulders were so large... When he straightened himself up again, there was a shadow from his huge body covering the light. Tammy walked out of the hallway... She was stunning... Her dress looked so wonderful as she walked toward us. Mark was smiling and couldnt take his eyes off her.She walked straight toward Mark and didnt stop until she placed her hands on his shoulders and arched up and kissed him on the lips.Mark was so huge standing next to Tammy. Her breasts were spilling out of her dress and I could see him looking down at them.Mark pointed at the flowers sitting on the table and Tammy walked over to smell them. Tammy saw the little envelope and took it off the flowers and read it. She walked back to Mark and gave him another kiss and finally noticed me standing their watching.I smiled at nervously smiled at Tammy, "Why dont you take Mark into the living room and Ill pour you both a glass of wine?"Tammy walked out into the living room with Mark while I poured the glasses of wine and checked on the food. I hurried out to the living room and gave them their wine."I have to get back to the kitchen and get dinner ready."Neither of them blinked when I left. They were chatting away when I walked back to the kitchen. I had my work cut out for me in there, walking back from the oven to the refrigerator and back to the stove.I looked at the clock when I started bringing the food into the dinning room. It was almost seven, Mark had been here for almost an hour now. It took me another twenty minutes to get the table ready than I walked out to the living room and got them. "Dinner is ready."They were sitting next to each other on the sofa and smiled at me when I told them dinner was done. Mark gave me the empty wine glasses as they followed me into the dinning room. It was very romantic with the candle lit flickering.I could smell Tammys perfume as she sat at the table. I brought out the main coarse and they helped themselves while I poured them more wine.I let them eat while I went and checked the living room candles and made sure everything was fine. I walked back into the kitchen while they finished eating. They sat and talked for another half hour after eating before they got up and walked back into the living room.I poured them more wine and went out and served them, Mark and Tammy were still talking and hardly noticed me enter the room.I finished cleaning the table off and loading the dish washer and put the remaining food away. I went back out into the living room and couldnt see them anywhere. My heart sank for a moment, than I saw them sitting at the little table near the pool and hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of wine and took it out to them.I refilled their glasses while they talked. Mark smiled at me this time and so did Tammy. I made my way back into the house and thought about the condoms Jean gave me.I went into the bedroom and turned down the covers on the bed and lit the candles on either side. I walked to the dresser and pulled out my purse and took out the little packages of condomsWhere was I going to put these? I had a brilliant idea.I walked into the closet and brought out a small folding wood table and put it next to the bed. I ran out into the kitchen and filled the ice bucket and got another bottle of wine and two glasses and ran back into the bedroom.I put the wine bucket on the table and squeezed the bottle into the ice and placed the glasses next to the bucket with a little towel. I put a wash cloth on the end table next to the candle by the bed with three of the little packets of condoms lined across the wash cloth. Was that a hint?It was nine-thirty and I walked back into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I felt exhausted from cooking and cleaning and serving dinner.It was almost ten so I took a bottle of wine and walked out to the pool and found them kissing as I walked close. They had moved to a love seat under the patio and didnt notice me when I walked out. Mark had his hand on Tammys thigh as they kissed. I could even see his tongue entering her mouth and it gave me chills watching another man kissing my wife. I poured the wine into their glasses and they stopped kissing once they heard the noise. I smiled at Tammy as she turned to Mark saying, "I have to use the bathroom, Ill be right back."Tammy got up and walked into the house as I smiled at Mark. He had loosened his tie and taken his suit jacket off at some point. I dont know what made me say it but I did. Mark was sipping his wine as I got up enough nerve."Mark... Um... I took the liberty of putting a bottle of wine in an ice bucket in Tammys bedroom... Youll find everything you need in there... ""Oh... Fine... Thank you... Youre a very sweat lady... Thank you very much... "My God... What did I just say to Mark? How stud of me... "Oh... Uh... Jenny? Thank you very much. And... Oh... Maybe Ill see you in the morning?"I smiled at Mark as I walked away and passed Tammy as she returned to sit with Mark."Jenny?"I turned to see what Tammy wanted.Tammy walked up to me and gave me a kiss, "Thank you for cooking dinner and doing everything else tonight... "I hugged Tammy smelling her perfume and smiled at her one last time... "Good night, Jenny.""Good night..."I guess this was my cue... She wanted me to disappear... Wanted to be alone with Mark....My heart was beating... I could feel it as I walked away... Leaving her with him.I walked out into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and took the bottle with me and went into the spare bedroom. I lay on the bed thinking... Wondering what they were doing.The master suite was next to this room. Our beds were backed up to one another against the wall. I looked at the clock. It was eleven-thirty. I was going crazy alone in that room... I had to know... I went out into the living room and looked out near the pool... They were gone... Where were they... I panicked... Where were they?I could hear the ice swishing around the bucket in the bedroom... They were in there... The door was cracked open but I didnt dare take a peek... They would see me.I went back into my room, poured another glass of wine and waited... I just didnt know exactly what it was I was waiting for other than morning. I remembered the candles... The candles! I put down my glass and hurried into the dinning room and the candles were already out.Mark walked out from the dark kitchen and startled me... "Oh... You scared me!""Im sorry Jenny... I didnt mean to frighten you..."He was standing in front of me naked except for a white thong which was bulging out from his dick. He was holding a handful of strawberrys in his hand. God... This man was huge... His muscles were everywhere. His arms were so big that he resembled one of those weight lifters Id seen on television. Mark walked up to me and put his free hand around me and kissed me on the lips. I wasnt expecting it and he knew I was stunned."Jenny... I had to kiss you, you did such a wonderful job with dinner tonight that I wanted to thank you again."His breath smelled from wine and he was drunk but trying to act like a gentleman toward me. I almost had a heart attack when he hugged me and I felt his hard dick rub against my thigh."Good night Jenny..."I smiled as he walked out of sight back into the bedroom where Tammy was waiting for him. I still had a picture of his masculine body in my mind. He was well hung from what I could see and the size of his hands was unreal. I wondered what he was going to do with the strawberries?I walked back toward my room and saw the door open to the master suite. I carefully walked by the open door not wanting to be seen. I tried to peek as I walked past and saw the light of the candles flickering.I carefully walked backward and looked inside... I saw Tammys purple dress laying on the floor along with Marks clothes... I wanted to lean over but didnt want to get caught.I continued walking toward my room and shut the door and took off my dress and shoes and slipped into my nightie. I climbed into bed and drank my wine for the next hour. It was very quit until a few seconds ago... I could hear the bed in the next room... It was a continuous sound... Very steady... It had a beat... My heart was beating faster... I knew what it was... I had to look... Had to see it with my own eyes.I walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway and stalled at the door of their room... I could hear them... Hear Tammy moaning... Skin slapping together... It was getting louder... Finally I looked... I could see Mark... His legs and ass... Moving... There were Tammys legs... Her feet were resting on his ass... Her arms holding his waist as he plunged repeatedly into her tiny body. Oh God... Her breath was being taken away with each thrust... Begging him... She belonged to him! ....To Mark... What could I do... He was so huge... Massively... Strongly... A Hunk... I kept listening... He grunted... It got louder... Much louder... She screamed to him... They were cumming... I could almost see it... Filling the condom with the seed of life... So close to Tammys womb... His body lay still... They were finished... I could hear them kissing... Endlessly... Glancing in the room... There were Tammys arms... Wrapped around his neck... He was still inside her... Only the thin material of the condom between his life-giving sperm and Tammys fertile womb... I felt sick to my stomach... I had to leave... I walked back to my room and went into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. I just felt sick, but nothing happened.I could hear someone coming, this bathroom was connected to their room....Oh God... The door opened... Tammy!"Jenny. Are you all right?"Tammy was naked and walking toward me. She had seen me leaning over the toilet."Jenny. Whats wrong? Are you OK?"I turned to face Tammy... Her breasts... Little red marks everywhere... What had Mark done to my wife? She looked used... Wore out... We hugged... Suddenly... The sound of air and liquid coming from between her legs... Like a fart... I stood back and looked down... God... There it was... A huge glob of sperm running down her inner thigh making a wet trail to her knee... Until it broke free and hit the floor.Tammy took some tissue from the sink and wiped off her legs... Looked at me embarrassed... She hugged me again, taking me by the arm and walked me into my room. She began to tuck me in bed...There he was... Mark... Standing in the doorway naked... He was huge... His dick was limp and I could only imagine its size when he was stiff. He stood in the doorway as Tammy tucked me in, kissed me and said good night. Mark was still in the doorway, kissed Tammy and disappeared into the bathroom.He was pissing now. I could hear the huge stream hitting the water. Compared to me, it was loud. God... Mark didnt use the condoms?His sperm... His life-giving seed... Inside Tammy... My heart raced... African seed... There was Tammy standing in the bathroom now... Tammy was seated on the toilet... He was leaning over and kissing her, playing with her tits... Tammy wiped her bottom and they both walked away... The light went out.It was done... Friday was over... Mark took her... Had sex with my wife... I allowed it to happen... I did nothing but pretend to be a woman... Marks seed was swimming inside Tammy, looking for her eggs. Maybe it happened, maybe they joined and made life... I put the condoms right on the night stand... Why?There was that sound again. It was different this time. It had a beat, a tempo but much more harmony. Should I dare to get up and look? Something inside me said I should. It was a big event... Something was happening that would change our lives forever. I had to be there... To see for myself... It was like the "Changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace."I got out of bed only this time I slipped into a robe. I walked into the hallway and peeked inside.Tammy was riding him... I could see Mark entering her pussy... It was stretched... His cock was glistening with wetness... I could hear it... Wet sounds... He was holding her hips... Guiding her tiny body.Tammys hair was swaying, with each downward motion... Her tits swayed in perfect harmony with her hair. Oh God... Mark was rotating his hips... He held her steady with his firm hands.Marks hands moved... Tammy was leaning down... Kissing Mark... Tits pressed down flat on his chest... Black arms wrapped around her pale white body. Mentally exhausted, I was tired and walked back to my room... I fell asleep hearing that sound... I dreamed of hearing that sound while I slept... Maybe it wasnt a dream.(I have several more chapters to post, hope you enjoyed the story so far. If you would like to see my profile and learn about my own interracial lifestyle than visit my web site at www.karenkayonline.com ) |
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dorthysstory01.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/76/dorthysstory01.txt | Author's Note: The above events happened in the late '80's and early '90's. I had written about the events as they occurred. Then about 5 years ago we had a house fire and I lost everything narratives, notes and photos. So what you are reading is the best I can do at reconstructing things as I remember them. I have taken literary license but rest assured that this is not some fantasy. I do not encourage anyone to engage in any of the sexual activities I have related. If you would like to email me, please do so [email protected].***PART 1: The BeginningDorothy and I had an affair that lasted almost seven years. She was and is a very neat lady, we have managed to maintain some contact through the internet but currently we live at opposite ends of the country. When we first started seeing one another the objective was sex, pure and simple sex. She had had affairs prior to me and at first she was reluctant to discuss them but gradually became more willing to reveal particulars. As far as our sex it was relatively straight-forward. I mean to say, we fucked in different positions and we did engage in oral sex but beyond that it was pretty "normal". But after a few months of seeing her, I began to sense that she might be willing to try different things and that she might be induced to be more adventurous and, the truth be told, I was more than willing to indulge her. Dorothy was married and 37 years old when we started seeing each other. She was 5' 7", weighed about 145 pounds so there was some substance to her, she had smallish tits, 36 C's, a nice firm well filled butt, and was very attractive with dark brown hair and eyes. Her tits were firm enough that she could go without a bra and most people would not notice. All in all, she was a very pretty woman who would, over the period of our affair, came to love sex in all its variations. As I said, she had revealed that she had fucked ten other men in addition to her husband. He was something of a "cuckold" because, according to Dorothy, he knew of five or six of her affairs and had done nothing to interfere. In fact, she once told me, he seemed to enjoy the fact that other men were fucking his wife. His name was Jack and they had an 18 year old son Gregory, and a 17 year old, soon to be 18 years old, daughter Kathy.Some examples of her "signs" included a greater willingness to discuss her other affairs. I knew a couple of the other fellows but never discussed her with them. In addition to the discussions, another sign was her increasing desire for me to play with her asshole. Several times I had managed to slip a finger into her asshole and she always moaned indicating to me that she enjoyed it. Eventually I was able to convince her that having her butt fucked was truly enjoyable and, as it turned out, she ended up agreeing with me and became a lover of anal sex. If you read the additional chapters you will find out that her first experience with anal sex had been a rather painful one. But, with the proper preparations, she soon enjoyed it so much that she even presented her asshole to her husband on one occasion to fuck and he refused. However, he eventually became a big advocate of butt fucking. Another example of her signs happened one day when I kidded her about shaving her pussy. When we met the very next time, she had shaved her pussy bald. I had also commented to her that I thought it was very sexy for a woman to go around without panties and, sure enough, when she and I would get together she would go without panties. So, as I was interpreting things, she was giving me encouragement to expand her sexual horizons.What happened one afternoon as we were driving on the belt line around Raleigh was the event that tipped the scales for me and led her to a more adventurous sex life. I told her that I would really like for her to give me a blow job. I was driving and we were in a Dodge van so there was leg room between the two front seats. Dorothy grinned at me, turned in her seat, reached for my crotch and began to fondle my cock. She soon had hard and she started to undo my slacks. I put my hand on her hand and stopped her ministrations. "You know what I would really like," I asked her? She shook her head "no." "Well," I replied, "why don't you unbutton your blouse and take off your bra." She smiled and willingly complied. "Pull your blouse wide open," I told her and she did fully exposing her tits to me. I reached up and tweaked both of her nipples which were hard. "Now," I commanded her, "keep your shirt open like that and when I pull up alongside that semi up there, I want you to turn in your seat and flash the driver your tits, okay?" She stared at me for a moment and then said, "Does the idea of someone else seeing my tits turn you on?" "Uh, huh," I replied, "it sure does. Does it turn you on too?" She nodded her head and if her grin could have gotten any wider it would have. I accelerated and moved nearer the truck and then matched speeds with it so her window was alongside the trucker's door. Dorothy turned around; faced the window, then leaned forward so that her tits were fully exposed to the driver. "Is he looking at you," I asked her? In a breathless tone she said, "Yes, he is!" "Cup your tits for him, bounce them in the palm of your hands," I told her. She did as instructed. "Is he still looking," I asked again? She nodded her head and said, "He obviously likes what he sees since he is grinning and making the 'okay' sign!" "Okay," I said, "wave bye-bye to him!" When she had done that, I slowed down and moved to the right so I could exit the highway. As we approached the exit, I told her she could put her bra back on and button her blouse.Dorothy was smiling and her face was flushed as we turned on to the surface streets. She had finished putting her bra on and buttoning her blouse and settled back in the car seat. "Did you like doing that," I asked her? "God," she replied, "I wasn't sure about it at first, but I got so turned on doing it, I swear my pussy was leaking like a sieve." "Hmmmm," I commented, "so it would be safe for me to assume you might like to do that again and maybe even show more?" She looked at me, smiled and then slowly nodded her head. "Would you be willing to show your pussy?" She nodded. "Maybe even put on a show for a couple of guys?" She nodded again. "I kind of thought you might like that and I am glad you did enjoy it. Maybe the next time we are out and about, we can have some more fun," I told her. She nodded and then said, "You know, you never got your blow job!" I laughed and replied, "Yeah I know but how about I take a rain check?" She was quiet for a moment and then said, "Are you busy at lunch time tomorrow?" I shook my head 'no' and she said, "How about we have lunch tomorrow and maybe take a little extra time, okay?" We were approaching her office and I said "Sure, about 11:30 in the morning until about 1:30?" She put her hand on my cock and said, "You have a date." After I dropped her off at her office, I must admit I spent the rest of the afternoon and a good portion of the evening planning some "shows" for her. My imagination was running wild but I knew I had to take things a little slowly otherwise she might balk and that could be the end of things. Right near the end of the day, I called her and told her that I would like her to wear something sexy but especially to make sure she was wearing a garter belt and nylons. She giggled over the phone and assured me she had been thinking along the same lines and would dress as I had asked. ***The next day, as we had planned, I checked out of my office at 11:30 and drove over to pick her up. She came outside and I saw that she was wearing a fairly short skirt not a mini skirt as that would have been inappropriate for her office but a short one never-the-less. She was also wearing a silky dark blue blouse. As she got into the car, I caught a glimpse of white thigh above her black nylons and it was plain that her nipples were very hard. Once in the car, she turned slightly in her seat, checked to make sure no one was near and lifted her skirt revealing black nylons, black garter belt and a bare pussy."Hmmmmm," I said, "you look delicious!" "What are we going to do," she asked. "Well, we are going to do some shopping over in Durham, I think you will like that." As we drove the twenty minutes or so to Durham she relived the previous flashing she had done. As much as I would have liked to watch her flash another driver or two, I remained committed to taking things slowly. She told me that she had dreamt about flashing the trucker and had woken up having an orgasm. She admitted that this had never happened to her before but she hoped it would happen again because, as she said, "it was a wonderful way to wake up" Dorothy was very animated as she talked and it was obvious she was excited about the prospect of doing whatever it was I had planned for her.I knew about a small shoe shop near the downtown area. I had come across the place quite by accident but had learned that it was a quiet little store. As I parked the car, I asked her, "How do you feel about shopping for some shoes?" She smiled and replied, "That is something I really enjoy doing." Before we got out of the car I explained some of the ground rules to her. I had her turn in her seat to face me and began to stroke her thighs. I asked how she would feel about being told to do things, things she might not ever had considered doing. She asked me for some examples and I mentioned putting on a show for a group of men and having sex with me and one or two other men. She went quiet for a moment and then said, "You know, I have thought about doing wicked things but couldn't figure out how to set them up. So yes, I would be willing to do whatever you wanted me to do." I smiled at her, "That is why you have me, I have some experience in these areas and know how to get things done." Then I told her I would never put her in any kind of danger. I suggested some kind of code she could use we decided she would hold up two fingers in the "V" for Victory sign whenever she felt she was getting in over her head. I assured her that when I saw the sign I would put a stop to whatever was going on and we would leave. As it turned out she never used that code even with all of the things I eventually had her do. Then I said, "Given these precautions, are you willing to do whatever I tell you to do? Understand, I mean if I tell you to do something you will HAVE to do it." Dorothy was quiet for a moment and then said, "You have me so turned on right now, I would be willing to do anything and everything you want me to do." I smiled at her and said, "Good, then let's go do some shopping." We got out of the car and, as we walked toward the front door of the store, I patted her on the ass.As we walked inside a little bell over the door tinkled announcing our presence. It was cool and a little dark and we were the only customers. As we looked at the different styles of shoes on display, the owner of the store came out from the storage room. "How can I help you folks today?" he asked. It was at that moment that I spied a pair of four inch black high heels. I picked one up and asked, "Do you have these in white and in, what is your shoe size honey?" Dorothy was caught a little unawares but then stammered, "Seven and a half, regular." The owner had been looking at her feet and said, "Yes, that is the size I would have guessed and I do have them in white. Let me get them for you." He walked back into the storage room and I maneuvered Dorothy so that we were sitting in the row of chairs closest to the storage room and facing away from the front door. As we sat down, I pulled a foot stool over in front of her and whispered to her, "Put your foot up on the stool and pull you skirt up higher." She did as I had instructed her. Then I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh right at the top of her nylons.The owner came out, was opening the box and was speaking as he was walking, "My name is Steve and I am sure we can find something the lady will like." He sat down on the stool in front of her. As he leaned forward to help her take off her shoes he finally noticed that he could see up her dress and was staring at her naked pussy.He kind of stammered a little but then a large grin broke out on his face when he realized that my hand was on her thigh. As he slipped the shoe on her foot, Dorothy spread her legs farther apart letting him see more of her pussy. He glanced up at her face and then his eyes dropped back down to her tits. Her nipples were pointing like small arrows out of her blouse. She lifted her other foot, further spreading her legs, so he could help her put on the other shoe. "Why don't you try walking in them," I suggested. Dorothy stood up and walked away from us. She commented on how comfortable the shoes were and wondered what it would be like to walk in shoes that had even higher heels. As she was walking around, I leaned toward Steve and whispered, "How would you like to see more of her?" His head whipped back from following her to look me in the eyes. I know he was wondering if I was putting him on so he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "Really," I said, "how would you like to see more of her?" His grin spoke volumes as he nodded and said, "Yes, definitely!" "Can we go into your storage room then," I asked him? He again nodded. I turned in my chair and said, "Dorothy, Steve thinks he has another pair of shoes you might like in his storage room." She turned to look at me and I noticed that she was somewhat flushed in her face. She nodded, Steve and I got up and the three of us walked into the storage room. Once we were inside and away from the door we all stopped. "Sweet heart, why don't you take off your blouse," I said? She looked at me and then very slowly and very seductively began to unbutton her blouse. Steve's eyes were riveted on her hands as she undid each button. She pulled the bottom of the blouse from the waistband of her skirt and then unbuttoned the last button. She slowly slid her blouse down her arms as I reached behind her so I could hold it for her.Steve was staring at her tits and Dorothy seemed to love every minute of this adventure. "Honey," I murmured, "why don't you take off your skirt so Steve can see your pussy and ass?" Dorothy surprised me and, as she told me later, herself when she said, "Steve would you like to see my cunt and ass?" Steve, for his part, was only able to nod his head yes. She reached behind herself, undid the clasp on the waistband of the skirt and then slipped the zipper down. She was holding the skirt by the waistband and then suddenly let go. The skirt fluttered to the floor and she was standing in front of me and a stranger nude except for her shoes, nylons and garter belt. She stepped out of her skirt and I picked it up, laying it on a stack of boxes next to us. Steve stared hard at her body and then, in a husky whisper, said, "You are one great looking woman!" Dorothy slowly pirouetted so that Steve was able to see her ass framed by the stays on the garter. At that moment the little bell tinkled and Steve started with a perplexed look on his face. "I'll get rid of them quickly," he said. I shook my head "no" and told him that we would stay in the storage room while he handled his other customer. I also told him that Dorothy would stay nude until he came back. His head bobbed in acknowledgement and he walked out to the show room. I whispered to Dorothy, "Are you okay so far?" I wanted to be sure she was still enjoying herself. She nodded and then reached for my hand, "Feel my pussy," she said. She spread her legs apart and I slipped first one and then two fingers into her very wet cunt. "Yes," she purred, "I am really enjoying this!" I continued to finger her pussy and then, as I slipped my fingers from inside her said, "Stand up, turn around and bend over!" Without any hesitation, she did as I had instructed her. I placed one of my cunt slick fingers on her asshole and then slowly and deliberately pushed it into her asshole. I heard her suck her breath in but she didn't resist in the slightest. I finger fucked her asshole for a moment or so and then heard the ringing of the cash register. I pulled my finger out as Dorothy straightened up and sat back down. As Steve walked back into the storage room, I said, "See, no change, she is still naked for you." He grinned at me and nodded. I decided to push the envelop a little farther. "If she lets you play with her tits, would you give us a discount on the shoes?" At that Dorothy looked at me with a bit of a 'deer in the headlights' stare, looked and smiled at Steve and cupped her tits for him. "No," he replied, "I won't give you a discount but I will give the damn things to you for free if I can play with her tits." Without any prompting, Dorothy leaned forward slightly, took his hands and placed them on her tits. Steve began massaging them and then rolled both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She let her head roll back and it was patently obvious she was enjoying his ministrations. After a couple of moments he asked, "Can I kiss them and suck them?" Before Dorothy could reply I said, "Yes, go ahead, kiss and suck her titties, she'd love that, won't you dear?" Dorothy murmured, "Yes, please do as James says." As Steve leaned in and took one of her nipples between his lips, I knew then that Dorothy would agree to do just about anything I might ask of her. My own cock was ridged and as hard as I could ever remember it being. I let Steve enjoy her tits for several moments and was surprised although I shouldn't have been when Dorothy had an orgasm.Steve was sucking hard on one nipple as Dorothy was moaning her pleasure. Her knees were quivering and I could see her ass cheeks rippling as the orgasm moved throughout her body. As she started to come down, I told Steve that he would have to stop and he did. He stepped back, his face flushed and it was clear that he had really enjoyed himself since the bulge of his cock in his pants was very obvious. I leaned over, pushed her legs apart and fingered her cunt in front of Steve. "Now then, Steve, since you enjoyed her tits, would you like to taste her pussy?" With that, Dorothy lifted one leg and draped it over the arm of the chair. Steve didn't reply, he merely knelt in front of her and began eating her cunt. Since I knew her reactions, I knew it would only take a couple of moments for her to cum again. I watched in a kind of detached way as another man licked and sucked her pussy. Sure enough, after a very short time, she started cumming and reached down to pull his head deeper into her cunt. Again, her body quivered with sheer pleasure. She moaned, "Oh god, oh god, I'm cumming again!" Finally, Steve pulled his head back and sat on his heels. "That was amazing," he blurted out, "simply amazing!"I looked down at him and said, "Well, we are glad you liked that but we are going to have to go. Could you put her old shoes in the box for us?" He nodded, stood up, took one last lingering look at her nude body and then walked from the storage room. I gave Dorothy a couple of moments to compose herself and then told her to get dressed. She stood up, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. She pulled back, I handed her skirt to her which she put on and then helped her put her on her blouse. Wearing her new shoes we walked out of the storage room. Steve was grinning like a love sick boy as he handed the shoe box to me, "I hope you will come back soon," he said. I smiled at him and said, "You can be sure of that, we shall be back in the not too distant future." With our package under my arm, we walked out of the store.We got into the car, I backed out of the parking space and started the drive back to Raleigh. When we were on the expressway, she looked at me and said, "That was the most incredible experience I have ever had, I swear that my two orgasms were among the best I have ever known." I smiled at her. "Well," I said, "if that is the case, I am sure I can dream up some more exciting moments for you." She reached across and put her hand on my still engorged cock. "You could use some relief couldn't you?" I nodded as she worked my zipper down and freed my cock. I have to confess that I was so turned on that she only had to work on my cock for a few moments before I erupted in her mouth. She swallowed every bit of my cum, straightened up and licked her lips, "Hmmmmm," she said, "that was a good lunch!" We both laughed at her joke. After another moment or two, I looked at her and said, "Do you realize what you have just become?" She looked at me with a confused expression, "No, what have I become besides a wild woman?" "Well," I replied, "you took some monetary reward for sexual favors so I guess that makes you something of a prostitute, right?" She was pensive for a bit and then said, "What would my momma think of her little girl being a hooker?" As she laughed I said, "And what would your husband think of his wife who was now my whore?" At that she laughed even harder and said, "He wouldn't know what to think!"We made it back to work on time and, as I dropped her off at her office, I told her that I had to do some training out of town the next day but would like to have lunch with her the day afterwards. She smiled as she got out of the car, "You, my dear, have a date!" Unfortunately I had to call her the very next day and cancel our "date" since found out I had to go out of town but I did get her to commit to a rain check.Dorothy's story continues in Part 2 The Theater |
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gettingheroff.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/70/gettingheroff.txt | For many years, I have had a friend (initially a work colleague) whom I have fantasized about, jerked off about, shot gallons of semen over, etc. This is the story of how we finally and unexpectedly "got together", not quite in a manner I had ever fantasized about. For those into specific imagery, my friend (whom I will not name, in case any mutual friend reads this) is in her mid-forties, a hockey mom married with two teenaged kids and no sex life other than her vibrator. She has an average figure (i.e. fuller than what used to be considered average), long brown hair with auburn highlights to hide the grey and a southern accent.We were attending a 2-day company event in St Louis. Just my female friend, myself and three thousand colleagues. Our pre-arranged "evening activity" was the City Museum. Drinks (vodka, in our case) flowed freely and when she discovered the ten-story slide, there was no holding her back. I don't do heights, but she really begged me to go on it with her. She even offered to let me walk up the ten flights of spiral stairs right behind her, so I could focus on her butt the whole way up so as not to be scared on the climb! Alas, even that wasn't tempting enough for me, so she went by herself.It was HOT and by the time she came down (I waited at the bottom and held her purse for her), she was covered in perspiration. Then her phone rang and she took a call from her son, sitting on a wall near the slide exit, as it was relatively quiet there. After about 20 minutes, she was off the phone and literally dripping with sweat. Minimal ventilation and it was mid July in St Louis. She wanted a drink and an ice cream and who was I to argue? On the stairs down, she asked me to tell her if her butt was covered in dirt from the slide or the wall! I couldn't believe my ears, but her movements confirmed what I thought I'd just heard, as she raised the bottom of the back of her shirt and bent over slightly, just in front of me, where nobody else could see! Her butt filled her jeans very nicely, but there was no discernable dirt mark on it, although it did cross my mind to brush off some invisible marks anyway. But I didn't. I guess I was still in a kind of disbelief at what she was doing!We rejoined our larger group and drank a few more vodkas. She was definitely being friendlier (not just to me, but to several men!) than usual. I was a bit envious of some of the attention being given to her (that she was accepting, which is most unlike her), such as close hugging, kissing of her neck and ears, etc. I was curious as to what would happen when the place closed down at 10:30pm.Then 10:30 rolled around after a few more drinks and she sidled up to me and suggested we go back to her hotel, as she wanted to tell me something and ask my opinion. So we sat together for the short bus ride back to the convention center, then I walked her across to her hotel and up to her suite. We sat down, she said she wished there was more to drink, but rather than go out to a bar with other people, she'd rather be in her room. Fine by me, since I was there with her!She talked for a while about her manager, asked me a couple questions, but seemed to be dancing around something. She did say she wasn't normally so friendly toward other men and there was only one friend (as she looked directly at me) she felt comfortable being that friendly with.My heart was racing as I stood up to leave. Part of me wanted to take this further and part of me was terrified as to where it might lead. She got up, too and met me by the door. She said there likely wasn't a dry bone in her body, as she'd been sweating so much earlier. I wasn't sure if that was a warning not to hug her, or what it was, really. So I leaned over a bit and kissed the right side of her neck. Boldness took over and I murmured in her ear "What does it take to arouse you?" I kissed her neck again, just below her ear this time. The taste on my lips was quite delicious and the overall sensation I was getting was getting ME quite aroused!She reached up with her left hand and gently placed it on the lower back of my head, pulling me such that my lips met her right jaw line. She moved her head toward her right a split second (although it seemed like a lifetime to me!) later, causing our lips to come into contact. I had waited ten years for this moment, imagined a thousand different scenarios leading up to our first kiss. And now it was reality. Our noses rubbed together as she nibbled on my lower lip and I was briefly surprised at how hot her nose felt against mine. I sucked on her upper lip as we explored the outside of each other's mouths. Slow, lingering and very, very erotic.I felt her tongue on my lips as she gently probed between them. I happily parted my lips more in response and sought her tongue with mine. Even her tongue was hotter and substantially more prehensile than mine. she probed, stroked, jabbed with hers, all around my gums, cheeks and lips, delving under my tongue with hers, then swirling it on top of mine, trapping it. No fast movements, but languid, directed ones. I could have kept that up forever!I realized at some point during the kissing, my arms had moved to her sides and I was lightly caressing from the bottom of her ribcage down to her waist. Upon realizing this, I deliberately moved my hands up a little, toward her armpits, allowing my thumbs to run over the sides of her significantly-sized breasts. And no complaints from the lady, either, only the slightest of moans as I repeated firmer, swirling motions with my thumbs.Not breaking the kiss, she moved her hands from my neck and grasped my hands in hers, bringing them between us and across to the top button of her shirt. "Undress me", she breathed. My luck was in - I could hardly believe my good fortune. I proceeded to fumble with all six buttons on her shirt, then opened it to discover a white t-shirt beneath it. We had to disengage briefly while she shrugged off the peach, floral shirt and I helped her ease the t-shirt over her head.I took a partial step back - her neck, shoulders, collarbone and upper arms were BEAUTIFUL. They far exceeded even my most arousing fantasies of how she might look, naked. Her skin had a very slight tint of yellow or olive, with a fair smattering of freckles on her shoulders and chest. Her upper arms were substantial, but not overly-large. Very nicely-shaped with a hint of the muscle beneath a soft layer of fatty flesh. Gorgeous, quite gorgeous. Her shoulders were literally perfect, the smooth lines marred only by the straps of the beige bra she still wore. Pulling her closer and reaching behind her, I endeavored to remove that barrier from her beauty. I was pretty clumsy and it took me a good ten seconds to unclasp it from behind her back. Even then, it showed no signs of falling off. I slid my hands up to the shoulder straps and pulled them to the sides. They didn't move easily and took a surprising amount of effort on my part. Once they started sliding down her upper arms, all was lost. I moved back slightly and the cups fell forward from her sizeable breasts. She shrugged her shoulders a little to help and the bra fell to the floor between our feet.He breasts did sag - no two ways about it. But they were very, very full-formed. The sag was entirely due to their weight. No stretch-marks, no floppiness. Again, a light smattering of freckles, more on her right than on her left. Her aureole were large and light-colored, her nipples almost flat. I ran my hands over her spectacular chest and let the palms and heels of my hands drag across her nipples in an upward motion. A little firmness started to form in the middle, so I repeated the movements several times, each time a little more forcefully, until her nipples jutted out proudly, maybe no more than half an inch long, but substantially wider. I grasped each nipple between the appropriate forefinger and thumb, using that as a method to lightly heft each breast, as if assessing their weights. This caused her nipples to lengthen somewhat, accompanied by a "careful..." from her.I bent a little to kiss her right shoulder, planning to work my way down to her nipple. I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her upper chest, the rise of the top of her right breast. I felt her hand on the back of my head again, pulling me UPWARD. That wasn't where I was trying to go! She pulled my right ear to her lips and whispered, "Take my jeans off, please."Well - if ever there was an invitation I shouldn't refuse! I let me hands wander toward her belly, where I expected to find either a button or a snap at the top of her jeans. I was a little surprised to find so much flesh around her belly, but to be honest, I found that kind of sexy. She had hid it so well from everybody except her husband and her doctors and now I was privy to touching it too. Very intimate! I hooked my forefingers into the top of her jeans as we nuzzled necks and popped the button open. The zipper was easy after that! Even though there were no fasteners holding them up, her jeans refused to fall. I put my hands to her sides and tried to tug them down over her hips. Not much movement. I disengaged from her neck and slid to me knees, where I could pull from a lower position. "Wait!" she said. "I think you'll enjoy this more". Slightly baffled, I leaned back to see what she meant. She turned partway around and leant over the counter, placing her hands on the edge of the surface and sticking her bottom out slightly. Her belly hung lower in this position, but didn't detract from the extreme lust I was now encountering.I knelt directly behind her and tugged at the waistband of her jeans. She helped a little by shimmying her hips and butt at the same time. And down they came. Her hips had a little extra flesh on them too, but I sure wasn't complaining. Really nice thighs and her lower legs were a little on the scrawny side. Oh, and purple panties, fairly full-bottomed. She kicked off her jeans from around her feet, sending them against the counter. I didn't know where to begin!I slid the palms of my hands onto her knees, then brought them around to the sides of her thighs as I explored her upper legs. My fingertips slid inside the sides of her panties and I moved my hands around to her butt cheeks, but still inside her underwear. Full, nice and full. Just the perfect amount of wobble to them, like I had always imagined. I squeezed lightly, getting just the perfect degree of resistance from her fleshy, muscular globes. I was in absolute heaven! So many years of imagining and fantasizing had come to fruition in a way I had NOT foreseen! I pressed my nose into the back of her panties, breathing deeply. I held onto her hips and rubbed my temples against her cheeks. This was exquisite. I breathed deeply of her most intimate aromas, heedless of what is usually termed "a sweaty butt crack". I only knew that I adored it and I was on the kind of high I could never have imagined."Is that all you intend to do?" My reverie was broken by the question from above. "Don't you want to take them off?""Oh, please..." I replied, as I hooked my fingers over the sides of the waistband and peeled them down over her butt-cheeks. she moved her feet slightly closer together to kick the panties off, toward the other side of the floor, then reset her feet about eighteen inches apart, still bent over slightly at the counter. I raised my hands and supported one globe in each hand, thumbs toward her crack. I raised them slightly and pulled apart just enough to see the target of years of lustful dreams - her very intimate butt-hole. It was nothing like I had expected. There was quite a large area of brown flesh around a tiny, crinkly dot. For some reason, I had been expecting a little pink hole with a surrounding ridge of circular muscle. I have no idea why I had been thinking that - that was just the way her butt-hole coalesced in my fantasies.I moved my face closer and licked the inside of her butt-crack, just above her hole. she shuddered and tensed slightly. I responded by pulling her cheeks a little further apart and dragging my tongue across the brown flesh and over her tiny little hole. Feeling no resistance (but admittedly no encouragement, either), I set to probing the surrounding area with my eager tongue. I licked upward, I licked downward (not as easy as it sounds!), from side-to-side and in little circles. Occasionally, I would probe directly into her little hole but it was oh so tight, I was never able to gain any hint of entry. The overall flavors were salty (from the sweat, I assume) with a little hint of bitterness and a tiny edge of sweetness. Kind of hard to describe, but a taste that will stay with me until the end of my days.I really have no idea how long she let me continue this for - time had been standing still for me since our kiss. It could have been anywhere from five minutes to half an hour. There had been virtually no sounds from her the entire time. No moans of pleasure, no groans of encouragement, nothing. Then she said, "Can we move to the bed, please? My legs are killing me."well, naturally I had no objection, as she straightened up and walked through to the bedroom part of the suite. She was an absolute delight to walk behind, too! I loved the way both her breasts and her cheeks wobbled and jiggled in front of me. She pulled down the covers and lay on her back on the bed. "Eat me, please?" she asked as I stood there, unsure what to do next.That certainly clarified my next action! I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my sneakers and removed my jeans all within about 5 seconds. I raised her right leg a bit as I maneuvered my way between her thighs. Although she hadn't turned on any of the bedroom lights, I could see she had quite a bush. Not my favorite situation for pussy-eating, but a likely indication she hadn't fooled around outside her marriage before. I nuzzled her bush as my lips sought out her labia. Wow! The aroma coming from her pussy was really, really strong. My tongue parted her nether lips and I almost recoiled from the oily heat. She was on fire! And oh so wet. I brought up my left hand and used my fingers to part her a little more. Three fingers slid easily into her vagina, causing her to moan with passionate encouragement. My tongue sought her clit, easily finding the engorged nub. I licked upward across it, repeating the motion again and again. She was so ready! A constant almost-crooning came from her throat, interspersed with throaty moans. She was an absolute delight both to eat and to listen to!At this point, I was torn. Part of me wanted to enter her fully, to penetrate her deeply with my cock, giving her the solidity to squeeze against as she came. Another part of me wanted to take her over the edge by fingering her anus - new ground for her and an experience I wasn't sure she'd ever have another chance to try out.As it was, things kind of decided for themselves. As I was withdrawing my fingers from her dripping vagina, I briefly increased the pressure toward the bed. She moaned louder and thrust her hips up against me. Seems like she may go for the anal fingering! And it did seem a pity to waste all that love juice which coated my fingers and part of my hand. So I withdrew my ring finger, leaving the other two fingers still in her sopping vagina. I dragged the fingertip down, over her perineum. She started jerking slightly, moaning, "No... No..." I knew her "no" really meant "yes, please!" in this case. She squirmed her hips a little, but with my forefinger and middle finger embedded in her vagina, my ring finger maintained its relative position on its path toward her tight, virgin rear hole. I brushed my fingertip over her anus and the flesh around it convulsed slightly. I applied a gentle yet firm pressure in a circular motion around her hole (not the easiest thing to do when you're concerned any motion of the other two fingers inside her vagina might bring her off at any moment!).Then I sought the center at the same time as I resumed licking her clit with renewed vigor. There was substantial resistance at first, then she bore down on my fingertip as she neared orgasm. With an inaudible 'pop', my fingertip was in. She bucked and writhed and pushed herself down onto my finger as she hit her plateau. Her thighs clenched, she pulled my forehead onto her pubic bone, mashing my nose in the process and she let out the loudest, most erotic sequence of "Ooh-I'm-cumming!" moans I could ever have imagined. Her anus jerked open and closed around my finger, now embedded as far as it possibly could be into her rectum. Her vaginal muscles clenched my other two fingers so incredibly tightly together. She pushed my head off her pubic area in order to remove my still-lapping tongue from her over-stimulated clit. She couldn't speak, which was kind of funny (and a first, for her!). She lay there, twitching, with two of my fingers locked into her vagina and one in her butt. She tried to speak a couple times as she shuddered, gasping. Nonsense came out of her, so she stopped and lay still, recovering.I gave her a good five minutes like that before asking, with what was probably the biggest grin imaginable on my face (thank goodness for a darkened room) if I could please have my fingers back. I was able to exit her vagina relatively easily, but she had help push my ringer finger out of her too-tight rear passage. That part did seem a little uncomfortable for her and was accompanied by a grunt and an "ouch".Another few minutes passed as I lay between her thighs, then she stirred and suggested I leave now. So I gathered my clothes (I never did take off my socks or underwear), dressed and returned to my own hotel, across the street.I was seriously not sure how we would react to each other next day, or in the future in general. We had been colleagues for about 12 years, friends for the last 10 and really close friends for about the last five. And now this.As I suspected, our initial conversations next day were a little "stilted", but we had seats together on the flight home, so we'd better warm up to each other at some point! We did a pretty good job of avoiding being alone together up until we were in the airport bar waiting for our flight. I took the lead and told her, quietly, I thought she had the most fabulous, sexy body (especially bottom) of anybody I'd ever met and what happened in St Louis, stayed in St Louis, but I would be eternally grateful for the intimacy we had shared last night.She blushed, looked around us in case there was anyone she knew, said thank you for everything last night and apologized for not getting me off. "Maybe some other trip?" and she winked.END |
exploited.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/67/exploited.txt | Eric, my brother, was going to spend three days with us, and I wasn't happy.He was about to be divorced a second time, and he needed a place to stay till he could move into an apartment on Sunday. I reluctantly agreed.Eric and I were as different as two brothers could be. He was better looking than me, and he was a womanizer. His philandering was the cause of his first divorce, and was clearly the reason for his second, his wife discovering him having sex with his secretary.Eric was affable and charming, and it was easy to see why he was so attractive to woman. He was always on the look-out for new conquests, and that was the reason I wasn't pleased to have him around Amy. He was very attentive to her, complimenting her at every opportunity, and she responded to his flattery. I talked to Amy about his apparent interest in her, and I said "the way he looks at you I know he would be between your legs if you gave him any encouragement."She said, "He is fun and charming, but he is your brother and I'm sure he wouldn't try anything with me." "Remember that time when you accidentally saw him naked as he got out of the shower. Remember what you said about the size of his equipment, how big you said it was."She blushed, remembering. "Just because I saw the size of his cock doesn't mean I'm ready to go to bed with him. You know I love you and have always been faithful to you, and more than one man has tried to seduce me."It was no wonder as I was fortunate in having a very beautiful wife who turned many heads when we were out. She was tall with small but firm breasts which needed no support. Her legs were stunning and her short skirts showed them off to advantage. I enjoyed the attention she got, thinking look all you want but I'm the person she is going home with. I would have to make the best of his visit, but I wasn't comfortable with him being around Amy for three days. I suspected that if an opportunity arose he would try to seduce her, even though he was my brother.He arrived Thursday and settled in. Amy prepared a great meal with wine and we had an enjoyable time. He was helpful, clearing the table and offering to help with the dishes.On Friday Eric insisted on our being his guest for dinner, and at a very good restaurant. We agreed-we always enjoyed eating out, and especially at the one where he had made reservations.We had cocktails; then a very enjoyable dinner with wines of Eric's selection. By the time we finished our after dinner drink we were all very relaxed, even a little tipsy. There was a small dance floor, and when the band began the next piece I asked Amy to dance.She said how nice Eric had been, and he had certainly been attentive to Amy. We returned, and when the next piece started he asked her to dance. I covertly watched as they danced-he was good, one of his skills. Gradually he held her closer, holding her firmly as he maneuvered her around the dance floor. More drinks arrived and we took turns dancing with Amy. He was holding her even closer, his hand drifting down to her buttocks, pulling her hips firmly against him. She didn't resist as their bodies were pressed together. Finally they returned to the table, her face flushed.I said time to go, angry that she was responding to him. When we arrived home Amy was still wired, and wanted a nightcap. She acted like a teen-ager, looking at him adoringly, clearly feeling the effects of the drinks. As we were undressing I let her know in no uncertain terms what I thought of her behavior. We exchanged angry words as she finished undressing, leaving her panties on as usual; and then slipping a sheer nightgown over her head. I continued to criticize till she said "fuck you, since you won't shut up I'm going to sleep on the sofa," and she grabbed a blanket and pillow and left.We have a ranch home with a guest bedroom which Eric occupied. I hope he hadn't heard what had transpired in our bedroom. I peeked out the door-Amy was on the sofa with her pillow and blanket. I thought of apologizing for my outburst and bringing her back to bed, but I was still angry and thought let her sleep on the sofa.I was just dozing off when I heard footsteps outside my door. I looked out just in time to see Eric disappearing into the kitchen, dressed in only his shorts. Apparently he didn't see Amy on the sofa. I heard the refrigerator door open, and then he appeared holding a beer. Amy stirred, seeing him leaving, and now he saw her. He was startled, stopping suddenly.He moved to the sofa and sat down next to her, saying, "What are you doing here?""We had a disagreement and that's why I'm down here.""I hope it wasn't over me.""Well, in a way it was. He is concerned that you might try to seduce me. He knows that I'm attracted to you, so he's worried."I could see them from my doorway, and could clearly hear their conservation, even though they were talking softly. The fact that he was in his shorts, and she was in her nightgown, and that all of us had a considerable amount to drink made this scene very risky. My concern was borne out as he leaned forward and kissed her. She responded at first, and then said no as she broke the kissHe wasn't deterred, and gripping her shoulders he kissed her firmly, holding her in a long kiss, sliding the blanket down to her waist. Gasping, she started to resist, but her struggles were feeble, and when she opened her mouth to object, he closed off her objections with another long kiss.Her blanket had fallen to the floor and her nightgown had ridden up her thighs as she struggled to sit up. She was definitely responding to him, and I wondered how far this was going to go. I was pretty sure she wouldn't open her legs to him, but I was worried that she might succumb.As he continued kissing her he slid his hand to her breast, caressing the nipple, arousing her more. She gasped, feeling his touch on her breasts, protesting as he slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, pulling the top down, exposing her breasts. He wasted no time, his mouth and tongue on her nipples. Amy moaned as she felt her nipples stiffening to his caresses.She said "no, we can't do this! I can't let you make love to me. I've never done this before. I'm attracted to you, I'm sure you know this, but I can't give myself to you."I was reassured by this, thinking she was in control, and would not submit to him .But he knew she was aroused and he wasn't about to give up. He wasn't forcing her but he continued his assault on her body, slipping his hand between her thighs, pushing her nightgown higher till her lacy panties were exposed. She was moaning now as he kissed her again, tugging her nightgown up under her hips and ass, fully exposing her panties."Please Eric, we need to stop this... I can't let this go any further.""I won't do anything you don't want me to do, I just want to hold you and caress you. You are so beautiful, but I will respect your wishes."She seemed reassured, and sensing her hesitation he took the opportunity to begin sliding her panties down. She complied when he asked her to raise her hips, and he slid her panties completely off."You promise you won't do it to me?""I promise. I won't do anything against your will."But his skillful stroking and caresses raised her to higher and higher levels of arousal. Separating her thighs, he slid his hand further, Amy gasping as his fingers found the lips of her vagina, finding her moistness, his fingers opening her, moving between her labia. She was flushed and moaning, but she was still able to remind him that he couldn't penetrate her.As he worked on her I could see his erection tenting his shorts. In spite of her protests I wondered if she might succumb to him. Certainly the drinks she had consumed made her more pliable, or he wouldn't have gotten this far. I think she was wondering how far to let this go before she made him stop.He took it to another level as he worked her thighs apart till he could get between them, bringing his mouth to the lips of her vagina, his mouth and tongue stroking her there. She moaned as he slid his tongue into her, gasping as his tongue found her clitoris.She was flushed and trembling with her arousal. At this point she said "please, you have to stop now. My God! Greg is just down the hall."She was whimpering, moaning now as he spread her legs more. I wondered if she would stop him now, for she was nearly helpless. At this point her muffled cries became louder, and her hips and thighs began jerking as she was overcome with an intense orgasm.Sensing her helplessness-sensing her surrender, he slipped his shorts off, and spreading her legs fully he mounted her, directing his hard cock against the wet lips of her vagina, and began pressing into her.She cried out as she felt the pressure of his cock, saying "No! No! Stop! Don't put it into me!" But she was so week from the powerful orgasm that she was unable to stop him, and she was entered. He advanced his cock, stretching her till she was fully penetrated, and she cried out. It was done. I had watched all this, and I was caught up in the seduction, as if I was watching another woman, and not my own wife. The time had passed when I could have intervened, and now I could only watch as he began to stroke into her, his large cock, wet with her juices, steadily fucking my now pliant wife. I had watched as he seduced her, unable to prevent it as he slowly and steadily overcame her resistance to the point where her she submitted to him, opening herself to him; her orgasm rendering her helpless.Now I watched as he worked away between her widely spread legs, his hands now gripping her ass, having full control as he thoroughly fucked my moaning wife, driving his cock in and out of her widely stretched vagina. He took his time with her, steadily thrusting into her. She said "don't come in me!" and he said he wouldn't.She was moaning and writhing as he continued to service her. She began gasping as he brought her closer and closer, lifting her legs and folding them over his thighs. She stiffened and cried out, her orgasm full upon her, her body shaking in the throes of her release. This triggered his climax. He groaned as he thrust fully into her, spurting into the depths of her vagina, filling her with his semen.He lay on her till his softening cock slipped from her, rolling off her. She stayed on her back, her legs widely spread, their fluids visible on her lips and upper thighs. Tears were on her cheeks and she was sobbing as she said, "Y-you came in me!"I think she couldn't believe that she had been gradually seduced, being brought to higher and higher levels of arousal, helpless, spreading her legs for him, being penetrated and thoroughly fucked. It was only then that I realized that they had unprotected sex. I didn't think of it when she asked him not to come in her, and I never thought about it as I watched. We both had careers and didn't want children, so I had a vasectomy. My brother knew this, but that hadn't stopped him from filling her with his sperm. He was probably happy, not only of his conquest, but also the possibility that he had made her pregnant. I didn't think it would be my own brother who made me a cuckold, planting horns on my head. I was also surprised that I was a passive observer. It was like I was hypnotized, unable to intervene.She used her panties to wipe between her legs, then putting her nightgown back in place. He kissed her briefly, slipped away and returned to his room as I silently closed my door.Next morning they both looked as if nothing happened. We all had showered and dressed and were chatting normally, but it wasn't normal for me as the images of last night were vivid in my mind. Today was Saturday, and was his last day with us-he would be leaving in the morning. Amy and I were invited to a party that night, and the invitation included Eric. We all had a good time and consumed our share of drinks, finally making it home. Amy had spent quite a bit of time chatting with Eric. When we were getting ready for bed another argument started about Eric. I challenged her on all the time she spent with him at the party, how she was looking at him, and how she was hanging on every word. We had angry words, and it ended with her headed back to the sofa with her blanket and pillow. I wondered if Eric had heard, and would he go to her again.I stayed awake for awhile, and then my question was answered as I heard his footsteps headed for the living room. I opened my door slightly, in time to see him sit beside Amy who was still awake. Wasting no time he leaned down and kissed her firmly. She said, "No! We can't do this again tonight. I don't want to be unfaithful again.""I'm leaving tomorrow and I just want to kiss you and hold you for a minute, then I will go back to bed." She seemed reassured, so she allowed another kiss which turned out to be a long one, and was followed by caresses as he pulled her into his arms. She protested when he began on her breasts, protesting again when he lowered the top of her nightgown and brought his mouth to her nipples. The drinks were playing a part again as she allowed him to continue.In spite of her protests it was soon clear that she was his for the taking. She lifted her hips, allowing him to take her off nightgown -then lifted them again as he stripped her of her panties, my wife now naked and aroused. He stripped to his shorts, his cock fully erect. This time there wasn't much foreplay. She was flushed and trembling as she spread her legs and lifted her knees, her cunt raised and open to him. He quickly mounted her and pressed the swollen purple head of his cock between her labia, moistening it, and began pushing into her. She gasped as she felt herself being stretched, then a small cry as she was penetrated, moaning as he advanced his cock till she was filled once again. He began slowly and steadily thrusting into her, soon fucking her more powerfully, her body rocking with his movements. I was mesmerized as I watched his thick cock, wet with her juices, sliding in and out of her stretched cunt, taking her so competently. She was approaching an orgasm and said once more, "Don't come in me!" As he continued to fuck her and her body began to spasm around his thrusting cock she said, "I don't care! You can come in me."I knew that's what he intended to do anyway as he plunged fully into her, groaning as he spurted his semen deep into her vagina, my wife's legs convulsing around him as she was overwhelmed by her own orgasm.Finally they moved apart, Amy closing her legs, holding his semen deep within her, still flushed and trembling from another thorough fucking. Amy pulled her nightgown and panties on and Eric slipped back to his room. The next morning Eric packed and was gone before I came down. Amy had showered early, clearly wanting to remove the evidence of their lovemaking, but it was a little late for that. Once again the sperm was soaking her cervix. I didn't know where she was in terms of her menstrual cycle but I hoped she wasn't ovulating.For my part I was ambivalent. I couldn't believe I could watch my own wife being seduced and thoroughly fucked and not interfered. At first I just wanted to see how far she would let him go, and then when it was clear she was going to be fucked I was as helpless as she was. The excitement I felt seeing Amy with her legs spread and taking that large cock was overwhelming.Life didn't return to normal. Nothing was said till that evening when she confronted me. "I know you saw everything, and both times I could see you watching us. When you saw he was going to fuck me why didn't you stop him? You know why you didn't? Because you were excited watching your own wife on her back with your brother between my legs, sticking his cock into me. And were you excited when you saw him coming in me?"I certainly was, feeling him swelling and spurting his sperm into me. Even though I asked him not to come in me I knew he was going to, and that made it all the more exciting, knowing he might make me pregnant."Nothing was the same again. Our lives were changed by the experience we shared, and we each learned something about ourselves. She realized her sexual potential, and I realized how exciting it was to see another man between her legs, fucking her so competently. There was more fall-out from this-we soon learned that Amy was pregnant, and she refused to have an abortion. She said, "I'm glad that I'm pregnant, I think I needed to be fulfilled and if you hadn't had a vasectomy it would be you instead of your brother. I'm glad he did fuck me, I learned how powerful an orgasm can be. He taught me a lot about what a man can do to me... I've never been so filled.***My brother saw her when she was well along in her pregnancy. He smiled at her condition, knowing it was him that made her pregnant. It was clear he took a lot of pleasure from this, not quite gloating that he had taken another man's wife and made her pregnant, even though it was his own brother. But I'm sure he felt empowered.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 67 |
chaperone.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/42/chaperone.txt | Author's Comment: Life can be a time when everything is pretty much routine, and you've figured out pretty much what you think the world is like and... what you're like. And then something comes along to shake that world view up and everything just goes to hell in a handbasket. That's what this story tries to catch the flavor of.***Claire Richardson was excited as she boarded the school bus. She didn't take the time to examine that feeling, even though she was thirty-three years old and was on her way to a High School football tournament. She just enjoyed the thrills that were coursing through her body as she bounced up the steps and entered a tiny world of controlled chaos. The noise hit her like a falling wall as she turned the corner to face fifty-some-odd students, all of whom seemed to be shouting at the top of their lungs. Most of them were boys, a few of whom she knew because her son, Bobby, had brought them to the house for one meal or another, or because they had dated her daughter, Lori. No one seemed to notice her at first, though, whether they knew her or not. The boys were thinking about the upcoming games. The girls were clustered in little groups that cheerleaders always seemed to sort themselves into. They weren't exactly cliques, because the girls were a team of sorts too, but they had natural tendencies to hang with the other girls who were most like them. Had Claire stopped to examine the feelings coursing through her body, she might have recognized them as being remarkably like sexual feelings. She might have noticed that her panties were a little damp, and that her nipples had spiked through the cream colored silk blouse she should have known better than to wear to a sporting event weekend. But she hadn't had time to change after work. She was dressed for business, and a charcoal wool skirt slung to her hips, making the jut of her breasts seem larger than they actually were. She wasn't ignored for long. Had Claire examined the faces of all those teenagers, she might have noticed that a lot of the boys' eyes lingered on her as she waded slowly through the crowd, lugging her bag behind her, looking for her own children. Or she might have noticed the frowns of some of the girls as THEY noticed who the boys were looking at with that look in their eyes that made the girls get wary and careful. But it had been a long time since Claire had been in an atmosphere charged so heavily with teen hormones, and the spirit of impending "combat", and she'd forgotten how it affected a person. She'd shut away her own feelings for the last ten years after her husband had said two screaming kids wasn't what he had in mind as his future. Back when Claire was in High School, she had fought off all the boys, looking to her future and wanting to save her virginity for the man who she knew would sweep her off her feet. It was made more difficult by the fact that she was a cheerleader. She played the field in college too, but when the team won a big game, and a frat on campus threw them a victory party, she had perhaps one too many wine coolers. The star of the game was a boy named Denny, and he had convinced her to give him a kiss because they had won. Denny's kisses had set her on fire. Her resolve to stay a virgin seeped away like the fluid in her bottle when it was knocked over as he got her to lie down with him on a bed in a darkened room. And it HAD been glorious. She hadn't had any idea how wonderful a stiff penis would feel stroking the walls of her vagina and scraping along her enflamed clit. Her almost instant addiction to that feeling had led to her lying naked under him time and again. The fact that he'd knocked her up while they were both sophomores in college and that she'd agreed to marry him even though she liked several other boys more had been conveniently ignored when she found out the first boy to get into her panties had made her pregnant. She'd wanted to believe they were in love and nothing either of their parents had said against the marriage had sunk in. And, truth be told, things hadn't been so bad at first. But when he'd gotten her pregnant again within a year and the money troubles had started, and he'd had to take two jobs, and couldn't party with his buddies, he'd thrown in the towel. Claire had been left to finish college and raise Lori and Bobby by herself, with a little help from her parents now and then. So SHE was the one who had to take three jobs, and forego dating or any social relationships outside her jobs. And her determination had finally led her to find something she was good at. She'd taken an entry level job at a bank, and had worked her way up to being the manager of the loan department for the bank. Her single-minded devotion to her two children had resulted in success in the business world, and a comfortable living for them all. But it was at the cost of her social life, as she deflected the well meaning... and some not-so-well-meaning advances of the men she ran into in that business world. She knew she was beautiful and desirable. She cultivated that appearance, because it had helped her succeed in the banking business. She was aware that she was attractive, and that people saw her as a sexual being - both men and women - but she viewed that side of her as a tool, used only to seal a deal, and not to pursue personal enjoyment. Her fingers did for her what she thought her body needed occasionally, and she had grown so used to the convenience of being able to grab a quick orgasm now and then that she had unconsciously held herself aloof from any relationships with a man that might have been vastly more satisfying. It was almost an accident that she had met Coach Bondurant, or "Chuck" as he demanded she call him. She knew he was her son's football coach, because Bobby talked about him like he was a legend. But, when he applied for a loan to buy a house in Hillsdale, where she lived, and, because he was single and young, with a sparse credit history, his file was brought to her for approval. She had decided to meet him in person. That he was five years younger than she was something she noticed, but didn't dwell on. He had a good job, and, as far as she could tell, was good at that job, so she had approved the loan. Having been turned down by two other banks his thanks had been effusive, and her casual "You coach my son Bobby" had generated praise for her as a mother. That was what made her give him another look. Being a mother was her pride and joy. And that look had turned into a chat, and that chat had resulted in his solicitation for her to be a sponsor for the regional championships that the team was going to attend. When he explained that the team, along with their supporting cheerleaders, would be staying in a motel for several nights, and that adults were needed to chaperone them, and that the cheerleading coach was eight months pregnant and couldn't go, and that he was having a hard time getting a female to agree to come along for the ride, Claire made one of those snap decisions that she had learned to trust. She agreed to do it. There had been little time to plan or think about things before it was time to pack her bag and get in her Lexus to drive to the school. Bobby and Lori had already made arrangements and were already gone as she backed out of the driveway and drove to Hillsdale High School. She was thinking about trips SHE had taken as a cheerleader almost twenty years ago. She had seen what some of the cheerleaders did with the players when adults weren't watching. And she knew well what football players were like. "Denny the Derailer", her former husband, was a linebacker who had battered down her defenses as effectively as he battered down the defenses around the quarterbacks he sacked. She hadn't thought about Denny for a long time, moving on with her life. He dropped a card to the kids once in a while, but neither of them had ever seen him once they got old enough to remember him. They knew who he was, but had no real feeling for him. The three of them, Claire and her two children, had poured all their affection into their little family. Maybe it was the remembrance of that wild night when she lost her virginity... and got pregnant with Bobby... that re-awoke the emotions coursing through her as she boarded the bus that day. If so, she wasn't aware that she was excited in the same way she'd been excited that fateful night so long ago. All she knew was that she was excited, and she was having fun BEING excited. There hadn't been much excitement in her life for a long time. At any rate, as she bumped and jostled her way down the aisle of the bus, pushing past students, looking for her children, she looked like she felt. She was a woman who made the boys turn their heads toward her, admiring the thrust of her breasts through the silk blouse, including the prominent nipples that pushed through her thin Victoria's Secret bra. She saw Bobby and Lori sitting together in a seat toward the back of the bus and an even warmer feeling raced through her. They were talking to each other animatedly, obviously fond of each other, and that made her feel good. So many brothers and sisters fought constantly, but that was something she didn't have to put up with. And there were other students involved with them, leaning over the back of the seat in front of them, or standing beside them. They were obviously popular. It made her feel successful as a parent. Lori saw her first and smiled widely as she waved. She stood up and called out "Hi Mom!" As Lorie's voice pierced the cacophony of sound teenagers looked to see Claire making her way slowly toward them. She heard one boy say "That's your mom? Wow!" That simple comment, made by a boy young enough to be her son, caused Claire to blush. The compliment that, from an older man would have been shrugged off as normal, jarred her into thinking about her attractiveness in a different way than she usually did. There was a strange mix of emotions that flooded through her as she thought briefly about the irony of the fact that a mere boy's positive appraisal of her appearance meant something to her, while the same thing from a man would have been deflected like a poorly thrown pass. "Mom!" Claire's eyes darted to her daughter's face, which was showing a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Lori was looking at her mother's breasts. Claire looked down and saw immediately what Lori was embarrassed about. Claire had very prominent nipples most of the time, and they were advertising their presence plainly. The woman in her was proud of them. The mother in her immediately recognized that her daughter would think she was improperly dressed. Never mind the fact that Lori had inherited her mother's nipples and that she often showed hers off too. What Lori thought was fine for herself did not apply to her mother. "Sorry." said Claire to her daughter. She looked at Bobby who was also staring at her chest interestedly. There wasn't anything she could do about it now. If she covered the tips of her breasts it would only draw more attention to them. And she was used to men staring, so she decided to tough it out. "I'll change when we get there." she said. "I would hope so." said Lori, looking around. She counted at least five boys who were staring at her mother. The look on their faces was just like when they stared at her or one of the other girls. It was her first lesson in how an "older woman" could be a turn on for a younger man. She'd have never believed that her mother would draw stares and looks like that, even though she thought her mother was beautiful. The emotions she felt at that moment were distinctly uncomfortable. For the first time in her life she saw her mother as potential competition! That thought made her laugh. What boy would want her mother... really. She laughed. "Never mind. I'm being silly. You want to sit with us?" That sent another shot of warmth through Claire as her children, rather than being standoffish that their mother was there, welcomed her. There wasn't any place nearby to put her bag, but a boy offered to put it in the back with the other luggage, which was piled high on the last two rows of seats. By the time she sat down, Claire Richardson was an overflowing jumble of emotions, almost all of them pleasurable. She was immediately surrounded by boys who, for some reason, wanted to talk to her children. It made her feel young again. At least until all the kids started calling her "Mrs. Richardson." That brought her back to earth pretty quickly. But even then it was obvious she was being accepted by the kids, and that made her feel almost as good. She had barely settled in, squeezing Bobby and Lori up against the window of the bus when Coach Bondurant got on the bus. He called the role, and, when he had decided everyone who was supposed to be there was, he introduced her. "Mrs. Richardson has kindly agreed to chaperone this trip." he announced. "I know you won't give her any hassles... RIGHT?!" A chorus or 'RIGHT's was yelled out in that tone of voice that kids all use to let adults know they've said something stupid, even though they are expected to agree with it. Coach Bondurant went on. "AND, just so we all understand each other, Mrs. Richardson was a cheerleader when she was in High School, so she knows all the tricks. Don't think you're going to be able to game her, because you aren't." Claire wanted to giggle when there was a softer chorus of sighs that clearly indicated some hopes had been dashed, both male and female. The coach waved her forward and, as she left, she heard a boy whisper behind her. "Man Bobby, your mother is HOT!" There was a smack, as of a hand on an arm and Lori yipped "Shut UP Thomas." Claire just grinned and went up to talk with the Coach. He had saved a seat for them, it turned out, because he assumed she'd want to sit with him rather than the students. As she sat down she saw that his eyes were fastened firmly where every other male's eyes had been. He looked up and caught her... catching him. He blushed. "Sorry" he said. Then he smiled. "But I'm normal I guess. I hope you won't hold it against me." He sounded so sincere that she decided not to react as she normally would have reacted. "I suppose I could give you another chance." she said. "I didn't have time to change into something more appropriate." "Thank you." he said and, to her surprise, he sounded like he meant it. "Sit down and I'll show you the schedule and go over the expectations of the school board.It never occurred to Claire that his thanks might be for more than just... another chance. He hauled out a thick three ring binder and flipped it open to a list of rules and policies that the board expected the team to follow on trips like this one. He was all business now. "You can read over these in the room tonight, or as we drive if you want." he said. Then he launched into explaining a matrix of lines with names beside them of all the schools that would be playing at the tournament, explaining how losses and wins affected lines that didn't have anything beside them. Claire began to remember how things worked and soon they were chatting about their chances of advancing, and his tactical plans. Claire loved football. It was one of the few sporting events she followed and watched on TV. That her children were like-minded made their weekends full of sports, both inside and out of the house. The bus started off and the noise level abated somewhat as kids began to cluster into smaller groups and have their own discussions. "So, other than enforcing the rules, what am I supposed to do?" asked Claire. The bus was bounding along on an uneven road now, and she saw Chuck's eyes drawn again and again to what she felt bounding up and down on her chest. To his credit he tore his eyes away from her breasts again and again, looking at the book, or at her face. She thought his attempts to make good his "second chance" were cute. He appeared to be trying to be a gentleman, at least. "Well, really, it mostly amounts to making sure the kids don't let their emotions get away from them... off the field." he said. "I mean they're kids and they do what kids have always done if they get the chance." His eyes strayed to her bouncing breasts once again. Claire laughed. "Well, if they're in separate rooms that shouldn't be so hard. Chuck didn't smile. "The boys know that breaking curfew will get them benched. But the girls sometimes don't care about that and try to sneak into the boys' rooms. And, of course, the boys who AREN'T involved won't rat them out to the coach, so we have to keep our eyes peeled." "Are there really that many problems?" asked Claire. "You were a cheerleader. Were there problems back then?" asked Chuck, not knowing her history, but assuming that such a beautiful and successful woman would not have any skeletons in the closet. Her response was confusing to him. First she took in a breath and didn't breathe it back out. Then she blushed. Then her mouth opened and closed several times. Finally she stammered "I see what you mean." It left him wondering about her past, but he didn't ask any questions. "We'll try to put their rooms as far from each other as we can." he said. Sometimes we don't have much choice in the matter." The rest of the trip, several hours, was spent in light conversation, during which both adults developed a respect for each other that didn't surprise them... and an attraction that did. The coach's words were prophetic, in ways he couldn't have dreamed. It turned out that all the other schools had arrived already. Several had taken more rooms than they had originally booked and, based on Chuck's preliminary room diagram, they were two rooms short at check-in. The motel manager was apologetic, blaming his staff for overbooking the motel. He called three other places in town, but if they went that route the team would be scattered all over the place. Fire codes prohibited more than a set number of people being lodged in a room, and, as they pored over the paper map the manager produced, it became clear that there would be one female and one male student left over after all the rooms were assigned. And that didn't take into account either Chuck or Claire. Oddly, the solution was offered by Lori, who came to the desk after being chosen by the team to find out why they were all standing around. When she found out the problem she said simply "Why don't we put Bobby and me and you and Coach in one room?" Chuck looked at Claire, and she stared back. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot better than either of them had come up with. It was agreed that it was the best fix to the problem. The manager was all smiles then, until it was determined that, in one of the rooms, there was a bed missing. Investigation revealed that one bed had been broken the night before, so badly that it couldn't be used any longer and the maintenance staff had removed it. The remaining bed was a queen sized bed, but it wouldn't sleep four. Everybody else was assigned a room and told to return to the bus at a time specified for supper. In the mean time the manager scurried around, looking for another bed. He came back looking unsure of how his news would be received. "The best I can do is provide a mattress and linens," said the harried innkeeper. "I realize it would amount to little more than a pallet on the floor. I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do." "Don't you have a roll-away or something?" asked Claire. "I'm really sorry, but they're all taken." said the man. It became obvious that he had put more people in some rooms than the fire code allowed, but wasn't willing to admit it. Claire looked at her children and Coach Bondurant. "What do you think?" she asked helplessly. Chuck said "I'll sleep on the floor. It's no big deal." The manager fidgeted. He made it obvious he had other things to do. Claire, used to being in charge of things, said "OK, we'll work it out somehow. Let's just get in the room before somebody else comes along and takes it." She gave a dark look at the manager, who just shrugged his shoulders. "Of course we'll give you a discount." said the manager. "I would hope so!" barked Claire. When they got to the room a motel worker was already dragging in the mattress that would go on the floor. It was only a double. "We can't fit two people on that!" complained Claire. She remembered what it had been like in college, when she and Denny had shared such a bed. Back then it had been romantic, but this was a different situation. Once again it was Lori who suggested a solution. "Look, Bobby and I could fit on that. His stinky feet will hang over probably, but then they won't be under the covers where their smell will keep me awake." she grinned as her brother gave her a gentle shove. "There's plenty of room in the big one for two people to sleep and not run into each other." Claire wasn't overjoyed about this fix. "Couldn't Bobby and the coach sleep in the big bed?" she asked. "Mom." said Lori with exaggerated patience. "You wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on the floor and you know it. Bobby and I can share the little bed. Like coach said, it's no big deal." "But still, you two would have to be right next to each other." said their mother. "That's OK." said Lori. "He's not so bad." Chuck spoke up. "How about if Bobby, and your mother and I slept in the queen? That would leave the smaller bed for Lori. Bobby could sleep in the middle." Bobby laughed. "I like you coach, but not that much. I don't think I could sleep rubbing up against a man. I mean Lori's my sister, but I'd rather bump into her than a man." And so it was decided. There would be a male and female in each bed. By then it was time for supper and they didn't have time to argue about it any more. Claire couldn't even think about it as she tried to get through the pandemonium of feeding in excess of fifty kids, while busloads of kids from other schools competed for available seats and food. By the time the screaming kids piled out in the motel parking lot and began to straggle toward their rooms, Claire was so tired she didn't care who she slept with. She and Lori claimed the bathroom first. Claire sat on the commode while Lori showered and they talked about things in general. Then Lori dried her hair while Claire stood under the warm water. That water suddenly started going cold and she had to shut it off as she got goose bumps all over her body. She got out of the shower and dried off hastily, putting on the silk pajamas she'd brought to sleep in, not dreaming she'd have to sleep with anyone. She looked up to find Lori staring at her. "Aren't you going to wear a bra to bed?" asked her daughter. Claire looked in the mirror and saw that she hadn't dried her body all that well. And the cold had spiked her nipples again. They were making two damp points in the thin silk of her pajamas. "I hate to wear bras to bed." she complained. "Well Coach will love you in that outfit." said Lori. "Coach will be gentleman enough to ignore me," said Claire. "I wouldn't bet on that if I were you." said Lori. "I can't believe my own mother looks sexy in pajamas!" Claire looked at Lori, who was wearing a white T shirt and panties. Claire could see her daughter's dark nipples through the shirt. "You don't have much room to talk." she said. "You aren't wearing a bra either, and you don't look so shabby yourself in that. Surely you aren't going to let coach Bondurant see you in just panties." "I thought I'd be staying in a room with girls, Mom. I didn't bring things to wear for bed around men!" "Well you can't just show a strange man your panties." said the mother in Claire. "Wait here." Claire went into the room and asked the two men if either of them had a pair of extra boxer shorts or gym shorts that Lori could wear. Bobby dug through his suitcase and pulled out a pair which he threw to his mother. Even when Lori was dressed in the shorts Claire sighed. Her daughter was growing up and was beautiful. "You're still going to make their eyes bug out in that outfit." she said. Lori laughed. "This old thing?" She giggled some more. "Coach will be so busy looking at you he won't even notice I'm there." By the time Lori had helped her dry her hair and pull it back into a pony tail, Claire's nipples had softened and weren't so pronounced. She felt much better about going out into the room, where she planned on getting under the covers as quickly as possible. She wasn't prepared for the change in temperature between the bathroom, with it's fogged mirror, and the cool of the main room. By the time she'd taken five steps into the room her nipples were again proudly poking out. Lori was almost correct. When the two women walked into the room, both men looked at them. Chuck's eyes were, in fact, riveted on Claire, though he glanced at Lori too several times, his eyes looking like he was at a tennis match. He settled for looking at the ceiling. He and Bobby had been watching TV. He stayed in his chair and told Bobby to go on and take his shower. "There's no hot water left." warned Claire. "It ran out in the middle of my shower." The men took it like men and dashed in and then out of the shower quickly. Both wore gym shorts and T shirts to bed. It was odd being in a bed with another person at all, much less a strange man. Claire's emotions, which had already been on high alert, built even more. She couldn't sleep. As she lay there trying not to make any noise in the semi dark, here eyes adjusted to the light from the parking lot, coming in through the thin drapes over the motel windows. Her mind flitted here and there, remembering things. She could feel heat emanating from Chuck, even though there was a chaste fold of blanket gathered between them. It took her ten minutes to realize she was... horny. It took her ten more minutes to realize she wasn't going to get to sleep unless she did something about it. Ever so slowly she slipped her right hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her silk pajama bottoms. Her senses were heightened and anticipation made her tense as she felt the first strands of her pubes on her fingertips. She almost couldn't suppress a sigh as her finger split her labia, which were stuck together with the proof of her excitement, and her fingertip slid onto her engorged clit. She spread her legs automatically and her right leg bumped Chuck. She froze. Listening, she realized she could hear the smallest sounds... Chuck's slow breathing... the rustle of bed clothes from the makeshift bed her children were in as they moved in their sleep... voices from outside somewhere... the sighing of air as the wall unit in the room tried to pump warm air into the room. Hearing nothing that caused her to believe she'd be discovered, Claire pressed with her index finger on the little bump that was her ticket to sleep. She rolled her fingertip in a circle, playing with the protrusion and felt the thrills shoot through her that always came when she mauled the little lump of flesh. She went slowly, enjoying the way her passion built as she played with herself. She was perhaps halfway to her orgasm when she heard Lori's almost silent whisper "Bobby! Not now! Mom's right there!" Claire froze again. Very slowly she turned her head. Her hair was in her face, and she was afraid to lift her hand from under the covers to remove it. She could see through one eye the heap of covers that were her children. It was moving. There was a little sighing moan that was in a voice too deep to be her daughter's. "Please?" came Bobby's voice in a whisper. "You'll wake up Mom" came the whisper of her daughter. "You want her to know what we do?" "Nooo," moaned Bobby, "We won't wake her up if we're careful. You know how hard she sleeps. Pleeease? I'm sooo horny." What Bobby was referring to was the fact that, most nights, Claire took a sleeping pill. Her work was demanding on an emotional level, and the pill ensured that she'd get a good night's sleep to face the next day. But this night she hadn't taken the pill. She hadn't thought it would be necessary. There was silence, broken by the sound of what was most likely a kiss. It sounded like a long, wet kiss. Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her own children? Kissing? And quite likely more than that?! Lori's voice still came in a whisper, but it was a breathy one, as if she were breathing hard. "Do you have a rubber?" "In my suitcase," was Bobby's equally breathy reply. "But I can't get up and get it. It would wake her up for sure," he moaned. "Mmmmm that feels good," sighed Lori. "But you know we shouldn't do it without a condom." "Wouldn't you like something more than just my finger?" he whispered. "We shouldn't do it without a condom," repeated Lori. Now it was obvious that she was breathing hard. Claire could hear her deep rapid breaths in the quiet of the room. "Just this once?" pleaded Bobby. "You always say just this once," said Lori. But Claire could hear in her voice that Lori was going to let her brother do it. She was going to let her brother slide his stiff young prick in her teenaged pussy, where it would spurt long sticky ropes of his potent teenaged sperm into her womb.CHAPTER TWOClaire tensed the muscles in her abdomen, and took a breath, preparing to sit up and stop them. But she froze when her hand got caught in her pajama bottoms. She was astonished to find that she had continued to rub her clit as the scene unfolded beside her. Then she thought about the uproar that would happen when she yelled. Chuck would surely wake up, and then she'd have to explain to him what was going on. She relaxed and pulled her hand out of her pajamas, her mind racing. What should she do? Her head turned and she felt light headed as she saw the lump that was the covers under which her children were supposed to be sleeping move. It humped up as Bobby obviously climbed on top of his sister. Again she took a breath to yell... scream... do SOMETHING. But she couldn't embarrass the children in front of the coach, not to speak of the embarrassment SHE would feel too. She realized she was still holding her breath and let it out in a whoosh. "What was that?" whispered Lori's voice. Claire had a flash of inspiration. If she got up and went to the bathroom they'd stop. Then she could make noise... toss and turn... like she was having a hard time getting back to sleep. If she did it long enough they'd give up this crazy idea. Lori's voice came again. It was a drawn out, "Ummmmmm," sound that Claire recognized herself as having made on numerous occasions when Denny's cock had slid into her pussy. Bobby groaned softly too. He had obviously just pushed his hard adolescent penis into his sister's pussy. Claire saw the covers move as Bobby thrust hard into Lori. Claire sat up. She flung the covers off of her legs and swung her feet toward the children. The covers stopped moving and Claire heard both her children gasp. Claire stood up and padded around the bed and into the bathroom. She stood there in the dark for a minute until she realized they would expect the door to close and the light to go on. She closed the door. They had stopped. Her plan was working. Claire almost didn't remember to flush the toilet. She stood in the bathroom, ears straining to hear anything that might come through the door. It had been useless, though, and, with a start, she realized she didn't know how long she'd been in there. She turned off the light and went blind immediately. Opening the door, Claire put her hands out in front of her and stepped, groping in front of her, into the room. She knew roughly where the space was between the beds. She had to go around the one she and Chuck were sharing - he was on the side closest to the bathroom - and she bent over to feel for the edge of the bed. Her hands fluttered along the covers and onto Chuck's feet. She jerked them away instantly and then re-established contact with the bed and worked her way around it. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark, so she couldn't see the lump that had been her son on top of her daughter. She didn't hear anything, though. She slipped back into bed, trying to make enough noise to frighten her children, but not wake up Chuck. It almost worked. As she settled onto her side, so she could see the children when her night vision returned, Chuck rolled. His arm draped across her body and his hand fell to the bed beside her left breast. Claire tensed up, getting ready to rebuff this man's obvious pass at her. She felt a long drawn out sigh as Chuck's hot breath blew against the back of her neck. He stopped moving. Claire realized she was holding her breath again. She let it out slowly and tuned her body to feel what Chuck's was doing. The only real contact between them was his arm, draped across hers. He was breathing deeply and slowly. He must have just turned in his sleep. But now Claire had a problem. If she moved, she'd wake him up for sure. She was, for all intents and purposes, trapped. Slowly, her sight returned to her and she looked at the mattress on the floor. They were still now. Her plan had worked. Strangely comforted by Chuck's arm draped over her, she drifted into a troubled sleep. Claire's eyes snapped open perhaps an hour later. There had been a noise of some sort. Chuck was fully spooning her now, his breath still slow and soft in her hair. There was a female whimper from the pallet next to the bed. Claire could see quite well now, from the light coming in around the drapes that were not completely covering the windows. The lump in the covers over her children looked much too tall to have been made by only one body. And it was moving. They were doing it again! Claire lay there helplessly as she heard Bobby assure his sister that their mother was asleep again, and heard the quiet mewling sounds that communicated that Lori was having a wonderful time. Then, to her dismay, she heard the little grunting sounds from Bobby's throat that she somehow knew meant his penis was spurting... inside Lori... without a condom to contain it or protect Lori from pregnancy. Claire didn't know what to do. She was used to making momentous decisions at work every day, decisions that had the potential for changing the world. But in this situation she felt helpless. She knew she should have stopped them. On the other hand it was obvious this wasn't the first time this had happened. How long had they been doing this? She heard Bobby's whispered, "Thank you." And Lori's answering, "I love you." It sounded so heartfelt and real, just like she and Denny had spoken to each other in moments of intimacy. Claire couldn't believe the warm feeling in her own abdomen. It was just too strange and bizarre. She felt a tear in her eye break free and roll down her cheek. She couldn't decide if it was because of what her children had just done... or because of the sudden loss she felt because she didn't have that kind of intimacy in her life any more.Exhaustion finally claimed it's hold on Claire's consciousness, and she fell asleep. She woke later, having a dream about a man's hand cupping her breast... a strong man's hand. It felt good. She smiled at her dream and drifted back to sleep. Claire woke to see brighter light coming in around the blinds and drapes that covered the windows of the room. The first thing she thought of was that Chuck's arm was still over her, pinning her to the bed. Then she felt his hand... his strong, manly hand, cupping her left breast. He was still breathing slowly and deeply, asleep. She moved and he snorted, his hand closing tighter on her breast. Then, Claire heard his breathing cease, and there were two tentative little squeezes, as he realized just where his hand was, and what it was cupping. The hand darted away from her and he lifted his head. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. Claire had just remembered what she had seen and heard the night before. Her children, making love. "It was an accident," she whispered back. "Don't worry about it." Chuck rolled away from her and out of the bed. As he headed for the bathroom Claire looked at him. The front of his shorts were tented outward. Denny's penis had been like that in the mornings. He had called it his "morning wood". Quite often, when he came back from the bathroom on those mornings it was still hard. He loved to fuck in the morning. Claire realized her own pussy was wet. Her emotions, which had abated during sleep, surged again. It was a rough day for Claire. She dressed in a khaki blouse and skirt outfit she thought was cute, and she was right. All day men stared at her, whether they were adults or young men her son's age. The fact that she now knew her son was sexually active made her look at those young men in a different light. Each of them, she realized, had the capacity to climb between her legs and scratch the itch that she had felt all morning and couldn't seem to suppress. At one point she went to the girls' bathroom and locked herself in a stall, masturbating frantically to ease her desire. But all that did was get her hotter. She was tense all day. It didn't help that she was around Chuck most of the day, helping him with record keeping and running errands for him. She caught herself looking at his trim, athletic body. It was hard and she just KNEW he'd be good in bed. She shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts out of her head. He was her son's coach! And, despite there only being five years between them, she couldn't help but look at him as much younger than herself. "What am I thinking?" she berated herself. She tried to keep an eye on her children too. Every time she saw them together... which was more often than she would have thought before last night... they were smiling, happy children, as normal looking as all the others around them. They didn't hang on each other, but they didn't avoid each other either. They just looked... normal. By contrast, there were other kids who bickered and fought. In most cases it seemed like the normal every day interaction of teenagers who were in competition with each other. She noticed one boy, a red head, and girl with long blond hair, who were angry with each other about something and acid in their statements to each other. The blond, at one point was hanging on another boy, when a brown haired cheerleader girl stalked up and pushed the blond away. The brunette yelled at the red headed boy "Tell your slut sister to stay away from my boyfriend!" The red head waved a hand. "She doesn't listen to me. What do you expect from a slut anyway?" "Well THAT brother and sister don't cuddle in bed... that's for sure." Claire said to herself. She couldn't help but compare those angry siblings to her own loving children. It bothered her. She wanted her children to love each other... but they loved each other TOO much. Didn't they? And it didn't appear to hamper their performance either. Bobby played well, and helped the team win their first game. Lori was the picture perfect cheerleader, exhorting the spectators to yell and chant and celebrate each positive aspect of the game. She was bright and happy and full of vim and vigor. Claire realized she was slumping as she watched her daughter. "I might be full of energy too if I'd gotten my ashes hauled as well as it looked like YOU did last night." she muttered to the girl who couldn't possibly hear her. "Say what?" asked Chuck, turning to her. "Oh!" she blushed. "Nothing. I was just talking to myself." "Tell yourself Hi for me," he grinned. "And mention to yourself that she looks really nice today." He looked back at his team as Claire blushed even more. She was horny the rest of the day. That night, after supper, Bobby and Lori wanted to go socialize with their friends. Curfew wasn't until nine, so Claire told them to have fun. When they bounded out of the door she wondered what form that fun might take. "You're really good with your kids." said Chuck, looking up from his playbook. "I mean you've raised great kids." Pleasure flushed through Claire at the compliment. It was replaced by fear that Chuck would somehow find out some day the secret she had discovered the night before. He closed the book and slid it under the mattress. "We'd better go see what the kids are doing." he announced. Claire jerked, thinking of just her kids... and what they might be doing somewhere. Then she realized he wasn't talking about HER kids. "Yes," she said. They went together, moving along the hallways, stopping at the rooms listed on Chuck's sheet. In all cases where the door was closed, only boys or girls were behind it. And, in all cases where they found boys and girls together, the door was open as the rules required. They found Bobby in one room, playing Texas Hold Em. Lori was in another room where boys and girls were dancing to loud music. Claire didn't know whether to be happy or not. She was beginning to think she had dreamed the whole incident. Her children acted so normal she couldn't accept that there was something wrong with them. Claire and Chuck spent an hour chatting with various kids and being flirted with. Claire noticed that a lot of the girls got all goo goo eyed when the coach talked to them, unconsciously thrusting their breasts out, or playing with their hair, making little grooming motions. At the same time she felt the eyes of the boys on her. It was an almost palpable, caressing feeling and it didn't help her horny state. By the time they got back to the room Claire felt like she needed to change her panties. Chuck went into the bathroom and got his shower first, since there had been no hot water the night before. He came out in his shorts, his shirt in his hand. Claire had been lying propped up on the bedspread, reading a book she'd brought along and she looked up, over her reading glasses. She felt a flutter in her pussy. He was a hunk. No doubt about it. His chest was heavy with muscle and her fingers played with the pages of the book as if they were stroking those muscles.Chuck had been running his hand through his damp hair and saw her looking at him. He held the shirt up in front of his naked chest. "Sorry," he said. "I was thinking about the game." He pulled the shirt over his head as Claire stared at his flat, muscled abdomen. Chuck smiled. "I wanted to thank you again for coming along. I really couldn't do this without you." What went through Claire's mind was something else he really couldn't do without her... or at least without a woman. She felt her face get hot. He didn't notice. "And I wanted to apologize again for what happened last night. I really don't make a habit of groping strange women in bed." Claire remembered the feel of his hand on her breast. It had been a long... long time since she'd felt that. Her face got hotter. She tried to dismiss the feeling. "Forget it. You probably don't make a habit of even SLEEPING with strange women in your bed." It didn't come out quite like what she'd thought it would. Her classification of the bed as "his" made her pussy flutter again. "Well," he said, reaching under the mattress for the play book, "You're right about that. I haven't had time to do anything except teach and coach. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that when a beautiful woman shows up next to me in bed that something like that might happen." His casual mention of her beauty came off unlike a canned pickup line and Claire's reaction shocked her. She felt warmth in her nipples and her pussy was suddenly wet. "Maybe we should assign a couple of the kids to keep an eye on US." she tried to joke. "There hasn't been a man in MY bed for over ten years." It had come out as a joke, but it didn't sound like it to Claire's ears. She blushed furiously. "I'm sorry Chuck. I shouldn't have said that," she stammered. "No problem," he said simply. "Not that I believe you or anything." He sat down and opened the book. Now what had THAT meant? Claire wondered. The door opened and a cheerful pair of siblings came rushing in, laughing and talking about their friends. Claire tried to keep reading, but her eyes strayed to Bobby as Lori dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door and crowing that she was going to use all the hot water again. Bobby pulled off his shirt and Claire was jolted to realize that her son was in awfully good shape too. He wasn't as heavily muscled as Chuck, but the muscles were all there, in the same places. Bobby bent over and dug into his suitcase. Whatever he found was small, because when his hand came out it didn't appear to be holding anything, even though it was cupped. Bobby shot a look at his mother, whose eyes appeared to be on the words in the book. He wandered over to the bed he shared with his sister and sat down. Claire saw his hand dart under one of the pillows. When it came out it was obviously empty. Claire felt her pussy squirt again as she realized what he must have just hidden. When Lori came out of the shower she was dressed as she had been the night before, in only a T shirt and borrowed boxers. She skipped across the room and dove into bed, getting under the covers. Claire looked up. "Are you OK, Mom?" asked Lori. "You look kind of tired or something." "I'm fine," said Claire. She couldn't help but imagine what Lori's face looked like as her brother prodded her with his prick. She shook her head. "Are you sure? Are you sleeping OK? Did you bring your pills?" Lori's voice held nothing but care and concern. "I'm fine Lori." said Claire somewhat irritably. "I'm sleeping fine." she lied. It occurred to Claire that maybe she SHOULD take a sleeping pill. Then, at least, she wouldn't be awake when her children had sex, like they obviously planned on doing again tonight. What little SNEAKS they were! she thought to herself. And Lori's obviously false concern about her mother sleeping well! Why did her young, beautiful daughter get to have wild and glorious sex while Claire just had to lie there horny? It wasn't fair! Bobby came out of the bathroom. He was dressed exactly like he'd been dressed the night before. But this time Claire couldn't help but look at him differently. This time she knew he was... sexually active. Her little boy was... a man. At least in that sense. She looked at him for the first time, as a man. His chest was broad, she noticed. How could she have missed that before? His arms and legs were muscled. Suddenly, in her head, she heard again his voice - her little boy's voice - whispered in the night "I'm so horny." Her eyes dropped to the front of his shorts. She jerked her eyes away instantly, ashamed to be looking at her son's manhood, but that brief glimpse drew her eyes back again like a magnet, despite her wish not to look. "He must be HUGE!" she thought to herself as she stared at the lump under his skivvies. It almost looked like he was wearing a cup under them, except for the obvious contour of a thick penis, pressed against a pair of immense balls. When had her son developed THAT kind of equipment? Again she jerked her eyes away and blushed. How could she stare at her own son's penis? She looked up to see him smile at her... just a son smiling at his mother. Why, then did she feel that emptiness that she'd felt the night before... that lack of intimacy that she was suddenly craving? Claire felt panic welling up in her as she realized her nipples had spiked. She got up and went to the bathroom. She got in the shower and turned the water as cold as she could stand it. It didn't help though. She moaned a soft sound of discontent and, to avoid thinking of her son's bulge, she intentionally thought of Chuck's hand on her breast, his own penis shoved gently against her buttocks. She shivered and turned the water to a warmer setting. Then, with a gasp of surrender, she shoved three fingers into her pussy as she jerked and rubbed, trying to have an orgasm. She managed to get a little one, but it wasn't really satisfying. When she came out of the shower and toweled off she realized she hadn't brought anything with her to wear back out. She cracked open the door. "Lori?" she called. "I forgot my pajamas. Would you get them for me please?" Chuck's voice came softly. "They're already under the covers. I'll get them. Where are they?" "In my suitcase," she said. As she waited she realized he'd have to move her scanty feminine panties to get to them. She leaned her head against the door and sighed at how that made her feel. A muscled arm came through the door. Her silk PJs were hanging from the hand at the end of the arm. "Here you go," came his deep voice. When she came out of the bathroom Claire knew her nipples were still spiked. This time it wasn't from the cold. It was because she needed to be fucked. Admitting that to herself didn't do any good. She wanted to cover her breasts, but knew that would only make it more obvious. Chuck was back in his chair again, the book spread open on his lap. He looked up at her and his eyes devoured her figure in the thin pajamas. She knew that look, and it didn't help her mood. She was used to dismissing those looks... ignoring them and acting in a cold and professional manner to deflect them. But she couldn't push the feeling away this time. At least he didn't say anything. Claire was glad he hadn't. If he'd said anything even remotely connected to sex she'd had flung off the garments and demanded he take her then and there. And her children would just have to deal with it! She fell into bed and buried her face in her pillow. It was going to be a long night. Oddly she fell asleep quickly. But she dreamed. She dreamed of her son, who came to her saying he had a "boo boo". He pulled aside a loincloth he was wearing and his mammoth erection strained up. There was a small spot on it where he'd caught the skin in his zipper. "It hurts Mommy," he said. "Kiss it and make it better." In her dream Claire did a lot more than kiss it and make it better. She made it go all soft. She woke with a start. She was lying on her side, facing the children again. There was movement in the bed across from hers. Movement and moaning. "Oooo you got the kind with bumps on it," cooed Lori. "I love those kind." Claire looked to see her son's naked back, the covers down to his waist. Under him was her daughter's naked chest, her breasts white in the darkness. Bobby leaned down and suckled at one dark tip on top of a white mound. He rocked gently. His head raised back up. "Are you sure she took the pill?" he whispered. "She told me she had them and that she was sleeping fine," came the answer. "Good," he whispered. "Cause I'm about to cum, but I need to go a little faster." Lori's hands came under the blanket, where Bobby's ass cheeks were and Claire watched as her daughter pulled her son's prick into her. Bobby groaned softly and froze on top of his sister. Lori's voice came, louder than it should. "I feel it Bobby... the damn rubber broke!" "I'm sorry," he pleaded, still rocking on top of her... still spurting her full of creamy white sperm... "I had to put it on in the dark." "We have to stop this," came a hiss from Lori. "You're gonna knock me up for sure!" "I said I was sorry," he said softly. There were small sounds, though, as of little kisses, indicating that Lori wasn't quite as upset as she sounded.Claire felt something akin to pain as she realized she was a lonely woman. Broken rubbers were no concern of hers. because she had no man at all.CHAPTER THREESomehow Claire got back to sleep. But again she dreamed. This time it was a dream about her daughter, who walked into the kitchen, her belly enormous, as if it held more than one baby. "Morning Mom" she said brightly. In her dream Claire turned to her daughter and said "It looks like there's another one in there this morning." "Yeah," sighed Lori. "Bobby fucked another one in me last night. I think that makes four. I may have to have a C Section." They were interrupted by Bobby, who came strutting into the kitchen stark naked, his lusty huge erection straining out into the air in front of him. It was the size of a fire hydrant and was red and angry looking. "Morning Mother" he said grinning widely. "Are you ready to make your morning baby?" Claire looked down at her dream belly, which was just as gravid as Lori's was. She screamed... And came awake, jerking. The bed shivered. Everyone else was still sleeping. She hadn't screamed out loud."What's WRONG with me?" she cried in her mind. She staggered out of bed and went to the bathroom. Closing the door she turned on the light and leaned on the sink, staring into the mirror. Her face looked haggard and drawn. She splashed some water on her face. The cool of it felt good. She turned to her travel case, which she had put in the bathroom earlier and opened it. She got out a sleeping pill and swallowed it. Claire didn't dream again that night. But when she awoke it was to multiple sensations. She didn't know why she had awakened just then. She was still horny. And, she was cuddled up to Chuck, her head on his shoulder, her hair covering her face. She had twin feelings of her hand, lying on something soft... cloth... with something firm under it. As she thought about where her hand had to be she realized it was on his morning erection. At the same time she felt his fingers on her wrist. She felt him lifting her hand... moving it... letting it fall on his flat, hard stomach. She lifted her head. "I'm so sorry." she half whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I took a pill... I had dreams... I'm so sorry," she began to sob quietly. "Hey" he said into her hair. "Take it easy. It's OK. I just didn't think you'd want to wake up and find your hand... there." He kissed her hair. "Don't cry." She felt better for knowing that he hadn't removed her hand because he didn't want it there. She felt worse because she knew she wasn't going to be able to control her urges. "Thank you," she said. "But I don't know WHAT I want any more." His fingers went back to her wrist and lifted her hand again. Amazed, she felt him return it to the lump of stiffness under his shorts and drape it over his erection. "There," he said. "All better?" Claire felt her fingers curl around the stiff column of flesh before she could stop them. She squeezed gently before sliding her hand upward, off his hard-on. In the process her hand slid under his shirt, onto his hot skin. "We don't even know each other," she whispered, feeling much better for having been able to take her hand away from what she wanted to feel. "We can get to know each other," he suggested. "I'm almost afraid to get to know you," she responded. "I'm already about to let you do something I swore I'd never let a man do again." "That's a good thing," he whispered back. "That means you're making progress... working through your issues." She couldn't help but smile and tried to pinch his skin. It was surprisingly difficult to get anything between her fingers. She ended up tickling him instead. Chuck jerked and batted at her hand, clamping his on it and stopping her. He rolled slightly as he let go, and her hand slid to his side. There were no love handles there. The hand he'd used came to her hair and whisked it away from her face. "I'm going to kiss you now Claire," he whispered. "OK," she surrendered. It was an instant, unthinking surrender that made her feel better somehow before he even touched her.It was a kiss to write home about. Neither of them cared about the morning breath, or the teenagers in the bed on the floor next to them. They just felt each other through their lips and experienced it. Claire reluctantly pulled away from his lips. "What about your girlfriend?" she asked. "What girlfriend?" he replied. "I'm too busy with teaching and football to have a girlfriend." He kissed her again and she pressed her body against his, her arms going around him, pulling him tightly against her. Despite her raging emotions her passion surprised and even scared her a little. When it was over Claire buried her face in his chest. "I'm in so much trouble," she said. Her hand slid to his buttocks and inside his shorts to grip a glute. "I'm the teacher," he whispered back. "Why don't you let me decide whether you're in trouble or not." She took her hand back and put it in his chest. "Not now. Not yet. Not with the kids here. I can't." He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Take all the time you need. I'm a very patient man." He rolled away from her and bounded out of bed, heading for the bathroom. Claire rolled over too, to face the other bed. What she saw was Bobby's open eyes staring at her. He was up on one elbow, obviously looking up and over the edge of the higher bed she was in. Lori's lifted head was above his, and she was staring at her mother too. Lori spoke. "Mommy? What are you DOING?!" Claire was quite familiar with how children viewed... or rather attempted NOT to view... the sexuality of their parents. She remembered the first time her father had, at the breakfast table, come up behind her mother, reaching around her to cup her breasts and kiss her on the neck. Claire had been dumbfounded, expecting her mother to slap at his hands and tell him what a terrible man he was. Instead she had let her head fall to one side to give his lips more access. Claire had been fourteen at the time, and had actually shivered with revulsion at the blatant sexual play of her parents. Parents didn't have SEX! Ewwwwww! Of course she hadn't said anything. And, as she began to watch her parents more closely she saw many other times when they touched each other in ways that made it quite clear they were sexual beings... and happy in those roles. She had made the adjustment to being able to... let... her parents be normal. It had awakened her own lusts. So Claire had some idea of what was going through her daughter's mind. And her reaction to that was a mixed bag of sympathy for her daughter, and anger that, at a time when she might just have accidentally found something that could make her very happy, her daughter might try to stop that. If she'd had more time to process events, she might have spoken with a little less heat in her voice, or perhaps, might not have spoken at all. But speak she did. "Whatever I'm doing, it isn't as bad as what you and Bobby were doing last night." She hadn't meant to approach this little problem at either this time, or in quite this way. But it was too late. She saw Lori's face go pale in the morning light, and Bobby swallowed. Bobby started to say something... probably a denial... and Claire cut him off. "We'll discuss this later. This is neither the time or the place." As happens in a lot of confrontations between parent and child, Claire felt the need to do something, or go somewhere... to break the initial contact while she had the upper hand. Had she been home she could have begun dinner, or gone to her room, or snatched up a hamper to start laundry... anything to make it obvious that she had other things to do, and would take up the subject at hand when SHE was ready. But here, in this motel room, there WAS no dinner to make, or laundry to do. She got out of bed, but there was no place for her to go. Without thinking... or perhaps because she was thinking too MUCH... she grabbed her clothes out of her suitcase and stormed... more or less... into the bathroom to change.She had completely forgotten the bathroom was already occupied. Chuck was standing at the sink running his fingers through a patch of hair that he suspected was beginning to be contaminated with gray hairs. He was much too young for that to happen, but suspected it anyway. After taking care of his overfull bladder he had stripped down to take a shower, and was waiting for the water to get warm. When the door opened he automatically turned toward it. Claire's first impression was that the light was on. Who had gone off and left the light on? That wasted energy! That was immediately followed by her mind trying to process the fact that there was a naked man, with a decidedly thick and manly penis, standing in the bathroom. The realization that it was Chuck was part and parcel of the smile that bloomed on his face as he assumed she had re-thought her resistance and had decided to join him in the bathroom intentionally. His smile wasn't a leer. It was, in fact, genuine happiness that this beautiful woman had decided to grace him with her company. Claire's unconscious brain recorded this information, tweaked an organ that produced a particular hormone, so as to increase that hormonal level in her bloodstream, and then made several other... adjustments... to Claire's psyche and physiology. Claire's conscious brain was horrified. She was three quarters of the way through the door when she stopped. "OH!" she said. Chuck looked confused. His mind was beginning to register the shock on her face and recognize that his initial belief that she had decided to come and join him might be less than well founded. "Close the door, you're letting out all the heat." he said, for lack of anything else to say. Claire, being an adult, and a mother, who was quite used to thinking in just those terms closed the door... behind her. She stared at the naked man facing her. "Well" said Chuck, relaxing when she didn't scream or anything. "This is a little awkward." Something made Chuck want to treat this like it was just a minor social gaff. He, too, had been unaccountably happy when he woke up to find Claire Richardson cuddled up against him. That her hand had been lying lightly on his manhood had just been the frosting on the cake. Chuck really HAD been too busy with school to have much of a social life. He'd taken a few of the unattached female teachers out on dates, but most of them had been set up by other teachers who wanted to match-make, and hadn't turned out to be anything near long term situations. He didn't have a particularly high sex drive, and the fantasies he masturbated to occasionally were satisfaction enough that he wasn't impatient to find a warm pussy to call his own. In his experience, warm pussies were often attached to clinging women, who wanted themselves to be the primary focus of his attention. But Claire Richardson was a woman who aroused his interest. It had been a given that she was beautiful and successful. He could see that when he met her. Since then, though, he had noticed her buoyant capacity to be girlish, even though her routine demeanor was mature. She took obvious joy in her children, who were good kids, something teachers appreciated. He sensed in her a smoldering passion that he suspected would be spectacular if it were ever unleashed. He saw glimpses of that as she enjoyed the combat between teenaged warriors on the field. Chuck didn't know if anything could develop with this fascinating woman... but he didn't want to just let things get strained, or uncomfortable. And so he opted to treat the events of the last few hours as something slightly off normal, but cute... one of those things you tell stories about later in life and laugh at. "It's amazing," he said, turning back to the mirror and fiddling with his hair, as if her sudden entrance was nothing more than a minor distraction "how underdressed someone can feel like in a bathroom." "Oh damn, I'm sorry. I forgot you were in here." said Claire, somehow more uncomfortable that he was apparently ignoring her than she was that he was stark naked and she was standing with him in a motel bathroom. "I had to yell at the kids, and then I wanted to get away from them and..." Claire's voice trailed off. She lost her train of thought as her mind caught up to the situation. She WAS standing in a motel bathroom with a naked man! And the man was looking in the mirror instead of at her! And hadn't he just said something about how he was underdressed... as if SHE were OVERDRESSED? "What's going on with the kids?" he asked, leaning closer to the mirror to stretch at the bags under his eyes. "You're naked," squeaked Claire. Chuck smiled and turned to face the woman again. "What was your first clue?" he grinned. Then he suggested "I suspect you've seen men in my condition before this. Don't worry about it. I was about to take a shower, but I can wait if you want to go first." What went through Claire's mind was a collage of imaginary scenes in a movie, where she and Chuck were the stars. She saw herself dropping her silk pajamas on the floor, and Chuck holding the shower curtain open for her to step into the tub. She saw her naked body brush up against his as she entered the shower. She felt his hands sliding over her soapy body as he washed her. The tingle of her nipples crinkling brought Claire out of her short fantasy and all the feelings she had felt lying next to this man in bed rushed back to overwhelm her. She looked helplessly at the man she'd only known for a few days. She was so turned on she was actually vibrating, her whole body shaking with tension. She shouldn't be here. Not with a naked man. Not with THIS naked man. Her children were right outside. They KNEW she was in here with this man. She should leave immediately. But she didn't WANT to leave."I don't know what to do," she said in a little girl voice. She suddenly felt very much like a little girl. She was perilously close to crying again. Chuck left the sink and came over to her. She looked into his eyes and felt her will to resist draining away. "Do you want to take a shower?" he asked softly. The remembered fragments of the shower scene in her fantasy bubbled up in Claire's mind and she nodded. Almost without her own volition her voice said. "Uh huh.""The water should be warm by now," he suggested. She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. "You can't take a shower in your pajamas," he said. He took the bundle of clothing from her hands and set it on the counter of the sink. His hands went to the big blue buttons of her silk pajamas and he began undoing them. He worked slowly, his hands dropping from each button, when it was loose, to the next one. Claire felt cool air flow against the skin between her breasts. She couldn't lift her hands for some reason and just stood there as his hands came to her shoulders and pushed the silk. It slid off, over her shoulders and she could feel the caress of the cloth as it glided down her arms. His hands smoothed along the tops of her shoulders and down the outside of her arms. Suddenly she was standing topless in a motel bathroom with a naked man. A part of her brain noticed that he didn't ogle her naked breasts, with their stiffened nipples. Instead he gazed into her eyes as his hands slid, with a feather touch down her arms from her shoulders and moved to her hips, gripping the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her eyes followed his as his head began to sink, and his eyes stayed locked onto hers as he went to one knee. His eyes still locked onto hers, he began to pull her bottoms down until they were pooled at her feet. As if in a dream she lifted one foot and stepped sideways with it. She was acutely aware that when she did this, her naked, defenseless pussy was now open in front of this man. She began to tremble harder and felt an unaccountable sense of relief as he stood back up. She wanted him to hug her. Instead, Chuck took her hand and led her to the tub. Just like in her fantasy he pulled the shower curtain back, making a doorway for her to step into the tub. His eyes had never left hers. As she stepped into the tub Claire replayed the shower scene in her mind and pleasure shot through her as she anticipated the next part. Her fantasy came to a jarring stop as, when she stepped into the tub, he stayed outside and let the curtain fall back to break the lock between their eyes. "If you need any help, feel free to ask," came his deep voice from outside. Claire blinked and realized she was wet. Then, and only then, did she feel the water beating against her shoulder and one breast. Mixed emotions of joy, anger, frustration and sexual passion raged through her mind and body. What kind of man WAS this? How could he DO this to her? Claire's hand jerked to the shower curtain and she flung it open. "Of COURSE I need your help you... YOU... YOU... MAN!" she barked. It was then Claire noticed that, while she had been in a fog as her body was slowly made naked, Chuck's body had gone through a change. That heavy thick thing she had seen hanging between his legs when she first came into the bathroom was hanging no longer. Now it was pointing at her. It was the first erect penis Claire had seen in ten years and the effect it had on her was electric. "Get IN here," she growled. The rest of her shower went much more like her fantasy had. His fantasy was a bit more detailed than hers had been though. In her fantasy she had felt his skin against hers, her breasts pushing into his chest and hands. She had left out the part where his mouth fastened on her aching nipples and sucked until she thought she'd go mad. Her fantasy had included his hands sliding all over her slippery soapy body. His supplied the slippery friction of his prick gliding into her pussy as they stood in tight embrace. He was strong enough to, once he got her to spread her legs, squat between them, digging the tip of his cock into her famished pussy and then stand up, lifting her with the penetration of his penis until she had to stand on her tiptoes, her arms tightly around him to keep from falling backward. Her fantasy hadn't included the overwhelming feeling of fullness... completeness, that his thick penis caused in her unused sex, as it pressed against her along every inch of her delicate tissues. She hadn't realized how empty she had felt until she was full to overflowing. And somehow her fantasy had left out his hot kisses, his tongue taking her breath away as he bounced on the balls of his feet, dangling her on his spike as her clit was punished by the base of his cock where it skewered her. Her mind kept trying to tell her this must be all a dream. Her body argued vociferously that it was very real. Her orgasm left her so weak she couldn't even hold on to him any more, but his strong arms around her waist only let her upper torso lean backwards, her arms hanging down slightly behind her, her head thrown back until her neck muscles complained. Warm water kissed her chin and splashed on her breasts.In that position she felt him tense, and heard his groan of completion as she felt the fountain of his ejaculation deep inside her. Her passion was so sated that, even though she thought about the fact that she had stopped taking her birth control pills years and years and years ago, she couldn't possibly care less at this moment. Claire's back began to complain and she mustered the effort to lean forward and press her breasts against his muscled chest again. Her face went into his chest and she was surprised to again feel the beat of warm water on her back as his hands slid upward to stroke her there. "I didn't mean for this to happen," she mumbled into his chest. "In that case, I'm really glad you don't have more self control," came her lover's response. She looked up to meet his eyes for the first time since she dragged him into the tub and saw only warmth there. It thrilled her to the core. "Me too." she said, and kissed him. Despite the incredible intimacy of what had just happened, there was an atmosphere of awkwardness between them as they separated and re-washed their bodies separately... hurriedly, with economy of movement. It was cold outside the tub and she shivered again as he handed her a towel. It wasn't big enough, or fluffy enough, and she had a sudden wish that this had taken place in her own master bathroom... or maybe his. "That's the first time something like that has ever happened to me," said Chuck conversationally, as he bent and dried his legs. Claire felt the need to engage him in something other than sex. "I can't believe that," she said, thinking about... sex. "You're much too handsome and... manly. I would have thought you do this... a lot." "Yeah, well don't believe all the hype." he said, rubbing his penis briskly with the towel. "All this Stud-muffin crap isn't at all what it's cracked up to be." He looked up and grinned. "We Stud-muffins are quite often insecure and under appreciated." "Well, I appreciate you," said Claire. She was shocked that she'd said that so blatantly, and with such emotion. "Thank you Madame," he bowed to her. She smiled at the ridiculous formal motion, done by a naked man.When he stood back up he said, "Are you really OK?" She felt another thrill go through her at the care in his question. She suddenly felt much more comfortable with him, which seemed exceedingly odd, considering what she'd just done with him. She threw the towel over her head to partly dry her hair. "I have no idea. None of this has turned out ANYTHING like I had expected it to. This whole trip is turning out to be... I don't know... amazing?" She finished her statement as a question. "I'm with you on that." he said. "I thought I was just going to coach football. If somebody had said I was going to make love to one of the most beautiful women in the world I'd have said they were crazy." His voice suggested that his comment about her beauty was one that anyone would understand and automatically agree with. He wasn't trying to get in her panties with that comment. It made Claire's stomach flutter and she suddenly wanted to have him again. In the old days she often had three or four orgasms to Denny's one. She made a conscious effort to redirect her thoughts. "Thank you Sir," she said, and curtsied to him, using the towel to mimic her non-existent skirts. He looked at her and that warmth was back in his eyes. "You really are beautiful, you know." "I bet you say that to all the naked women in your motel bathroom," she smiled. "I don't know about that. I've never been in a motel bathroom with a naked woman before," said Chuck, pulling on his underwear. "If it's anything like this, though, I'm going to try to have naked women in my motel bathroom all the time from now on." He grinned and continued to get dressed. Claire did the same, combing through her hair and deciding that it wasn't worth the time it would take to dry and style it. Instead she pulled it back and put it in a damp pony tail. When she was done she faced the door, but didn't open it. "I don't know how to go out there," she said. "You open the door and walk through it," said Chuck, buttoning his shirt. "It's easy. I've done it lots of times." "Thank you so much," said Claire acidly. "You've never done it with two teenagers to face." "Claire, I was awake the other night," he said. She turned around, her throat tightening. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I couldn't sleep... with you in the bed with me. It was too different. And I felt you tense up and heard the kids. Then when you jumped out of bed I got ready to mediate... things. When you were in the bathroom I didn't hear you... um... use the facilities. But you flushed anyway, so I knew you were trying to do something. I didn't know what, but I knew you were upset. And, when you came back to bed you didn't do anything, so I figured you didn't know what to do." She looked at him in amazement. "So I put my arm over you so you wouldn't have to decide what to do," he said calmly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's really none of my business." "What must you think of us?" moaned Claire, hiding her face in her hands. His hands pulled hers away. "Look, I'm not a father. I don't understand all this. But they're just kids and kids do that kind of thing. If I WERE a father I think I'd rather they did it with each other than with strangers... people I didn't know anything about. But like I said, it's not my business. If you want me to talk to them, though, I will." "But its... wrong," said Claire. "OK, it's wrong," said Chuck. "Is that the only thing they've ever done wrong?" "No, of course not," said Claire. "But what if she gets pregnant?" "So, put her on the pill," said Chuck. "And just let them go on?" asked Claire, her eyes wide. "Do you remember the first man to have sex with you?" he asked. Claire nodded. "Could anybody have made you stop?" he asked. Claire's eyes widened more. She shook her head. "So, put her on the pill and tell them to be careful, and let them learn what life is all about," he said. Claire nibbled her lip, staring at nothing while she thought. She looked at Chuck's face and felt heat in her loins. She had it bad for this younger man. Abruptly she turned, grabbed her pajamas from where Chuck had folded them neatly on the counter, opened the door and walked out to confront her children.CHAPTER FOURLori had looked in disbelief as her mother had gotten out of bed after kissing the Coach and then followed him into the bathroom. It was as though she had suddenly been transported to another dimension of reality. And that was added on top of the fact that their mother apparently knew her children were sexually active... with each other. Lori wanted to run away from the shame she felt, and yet, her mother's actions were so bizarre that she wanted to stay and watch what happened next. Caution overrode her curiosity, though, and when it became apparent that her mother was going to STAY in the bathroom with Coach, Lori jumped up and pulled the covers off her brother. "Get up." she ordered tersely. "We have to get out of here before she comes back out." For Bobby, the reaction was slightly different. There was nothing he loved more than the feeling of Lori's firm, tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He loved the feel of her skin on his, of her lips against his. He loved the smell of her hair. He loved the feeling of semen bursting through his prick and out into Lori's belly. He hated using a condom. Every time he made love with his sister something deep in his subconscious hoped his baby would begin to grow in her. He hated school only because he wished they were old enough to run away together and start a family. He knew how stupid that really was. He knew it would never work. But it was how he felt, and he couldn't... or wouldn't give it up voluntarily. Not even if it was forbidden by his mother.All this was the end result, actually, of how he felt ABOUT his mother. He had always thought she was beautiful. As time went on he recognized the strength in her, her abilities, her loving nature. When he entered puberty and saw his first Playboy magazine, the first Bunny he looked at could have been his mother's twin sister. And he had been in love with his mother ever since. Of course she wasn't available to him for anything more than the hurried hugs and quick kisses she bestowed on him and his sister as she went about her busy life. The kids were independent, and could cook and do their own laundry. They even went to the grocery store and did the family shopping occasionally. In fact, a trip to the store and cooking was what had brought Lori and Bobby together as more than just brother and sister. Claire had been gone one night, to some function or other, and Lori had a hankering for pie. She couldn't drive yet, being only fifteen, so she begged her brother to take her to the store to get the necessary ingredients. Having nothing else to do that night, he agreed and their trip through the store had been interesting. It had been the first time they were in a grocery store together, without their mother. In the past they had competed with each other, trying to get their mother to buy what each wanted, without caring what the other got. Their separate, competing cries of "MOMMY, can I have THIS?" had driven Claire to distraction, like it does every parent, and she had coped with it, like most parents have to, by striking a balance of giving the children what they wanted... if it was good for them and if she could afford it. This time, though, there was no competition. As they strolled down the aisles, looking for baking powder, and various other things they had no idea where to look for in a store, they worked as a team. They got distracted in the cereal aisle, pointing out various older cereals they had loved as children and not eaten for years... remembering a carefree time of their lives that was gone forever. And they saw items they didn't even know existed before that trip, some of which were strange and funny to their teen sensibilities.And they laughed, and joked and found that they liked each other. It was the beginning of a pivotal experience. For those of you who have no siblings, this phenomenom of a brother and sister "liking" each other may be difficult to grasp. You 'only children' out there would assume, naturally, that ALL brothers and sisters "like" each other. Nothing could be further from the truth. Siblings, as has been stated before, compete. They compete for resources within the family. They compete in their social relationships outside the family. And they compete for the attention of the caregivers in the family unit. They compete for space, for time on the TV, for clothing, for use of the car. They compete for everything. If the parents are good at their job, siblings learn to work together for the benefit of the whole family. But, arguably, that's fairly rare, because parents are sucked into the competition model at work, and in their own social groups. Some parents even use competition to get what THEY want from their children. True, most siblings find a way to like each other later in life, when they've grown up enough to recognize competition for the double edged sword it really is, but for siblings under twenty or twenty-one to actually LIKE each other... well it's a lot more rare than it should be.And "Like" doesn't mean they don't mind being in the same room for a while without arguing. It doesn't mean that they mind their manners at the dinner table. It doesn't mean that they merely refrain from badmouthing their brother or sister to their friends. What it means is that they actually seek each other out, caring what the other thinks, sharing special feelings and moments, helping because they care what happens to the other sibling. It means they want their brother or sister to be happy, and that they'll do whatever they can to help them find that happiness.It means they are friends... with a blood tie that makes that friendship more special than most others.Finding that, or realizing that is a powerful, life changing experience.Back in the kitchen, Bobby decided to stay and "help" make the pie. The pie became pie and cookies, and then a cake was added and, at some point when Lori had flour on her nose and stains on her T shirt, Bobby had realized she was really a beautiful girl. His eyes had taken in the swell of her breasts, under that shirt, and her rounded hips, and her dimples, and the way her pony tail bobbed and swung as she moved her head. And he realized he had found another woman who compared to his mother. More than that, she compared favorably. "You're beautiful." he said, with wonder in his voice. "You're really beautiful Lori."That had taken Lori completely off guard. While she had become interested in boys, it was more of a clinical interest. Her girlfriends gushed about kisses and groping sessions, but none of the boys she looked at... who were available... made anything happen in her when she imagined herself wrapped in their arms. She had a dream lover whose only physical existence was her pillow, which she hugged and kissed and clamped between her young thighs sometimes, but he had no face. He had height, and width and strong hands in her imagination... but no face. She went on a few dates, but the boys were vacuous, talking about things she didn't care about, or understand. They all seemed to want to eat, and boast and then expect her to find that attractive enough to take off her panties and jump their bones. One football player who asked her out gave her a package in school the day before their scheduled date. Inside was a pair of crotchless panties, with a note that said "for our date with destiny". She just wasn't impressed. That date hadn't happened, even though she kept the panties. They were frilly, and lacy and sheer, nothing like what she owned before that. No, boys just didn't impress her. But none of them had ever said she was beautiful in a way that made it obvious they really meant it, or paid any attention to her in soft, caring ways. And Lori could tell that Bobby actually meant what he'd said. Bobby blushed when he realized he'd spoken out loud. "Uh... sorry," he said. "Why?" questioned his sister. "It was a nice thing to say." "Yeah, but I don't talk that way to girls," said her brother. "Especially not my sister." "Well you should," she sniffed. "You made me feel really good. Nobody's ever said I was beautiful before." "You're kidding." Bobby was truly astonished. It was obvious his sister was a stone fox... once you took the time to look at her. "Well, I hear things like 'You're HOT Lori' and 'You give me a case of the blue balls Lori' and crap like that. All that means is 'I'm horny and I want you to take care of my little problem.' They don't really think I'm beautiful like you meant it. The only other person who ever said that to me was mom." said Lori, turning back to the counter to roll out more dough. Bobby was a little off balance, or he probably wouldn't have said what he said next. "Well she should know," he muttered. "She's the most beautiful woman I know." Lori heard something in his voice that struck a chord deep inside her. Those two simple sentences were said with a level of conviction and passion and even a hint of frustration she had never heard in a man's voice before. "Why Bobby Richardson!" she said, her eyes narrowing. "You sound like you're in love with your own mother!" The look on Bobby's face had given her even more information about just how strong her brother's feelings were about their mother. Initially she was shocked, but the fluttery feeling in her own stomach made her look at the situation differently than she would have if one of her friends had come up to her and said "Hey, you know your brother? He's got the hots for your mother!" As for Bobby, he felt like a pervert whose picture has just been published in the paper, with a warning to keep mothers away from him. He felt panic well up in his chest as he looked at his sister, expecting her face to take on an ugly scowl. When it didn't, but rather looked curious, he tried to salvage the situation. "Sure I love my mother. Everybody loves their mother." But Lori read between the lines. She was around him enough to know everything that he did, and most people that he talked to, and there was no way in the world that he could have done anything with their mother and her not at least suspect it. She thought about her own lack of interest in dating, and her dream lover. "Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. There was a tiny thing inside her that made her worry that she must be gay because of her lack of interest in boys. She had worried about Bobby too, because he didn't date much either. Bobby tried to bluff his way through it. "Of course not. I go out all the time." "Yeah, but you never go out with anybody very many times," countered his sister. "You should talk. Jimmy Jones said he had a date planned with you and you didn't even show up!" "That's because he gave me crotchless panties to wear on the date," said Lori. "Would you have wanted me to go on that date?" "He did not!" said Bobby. The idea of one of his friends giving his sister crotchless panties was just ludicrous. "You're kidding," said Bobby, his mind suddenly conjuring up crotchless panties on his sister. What made it even more bizarre was that he could only imagine them on the OUTSIDE of what she was wearing. "Nope. I still have them. They're hidden," she said. "Wow!" said Bobby softly. "I'm going to have to have a little talk with Jimmy." "No you're not. I already took care of things. I don't need big brother throwing his weight around. I can take care of myself," she said firmly. "Did you ever wear them?" he asked suddenly. Lori put her hands on her hips. "Where would I wear crotchless panties?" she said heatedly. "Come on Lori, he didn't really give you crotchless panties," Bobby said laughing.Lori stuck her jaw out. "What? You don't believe me? You want to see them or something?" She turned for the kitchen doorway. "Come on big brother, I'll prove it to you." Bobby tried to defend himself. "I didn't say I didn't believe you. I just wanted to know if you'd ever worn them." He followed her down the hall to her room. When he got into the room Lori was bent over, rummaging in the bottom drawer of her dresser. Again Bobby saw wispy red panties spread over his sister's round bottom... on the OUTSIDE of her jeans. He wanted to laugh, except that he felt guilty. Lori turned around unexpectedly, a bit of blue cloth in her hand. She saw where his eyes had been. "You pervert! You were looking at my butt!" she said. "You can't tell a guy you're going to show him a pair of crotchless panties and not expect him to look at your butt." Bobby argued. "Besides, you're SHOWING me crotchless panties, so you're just as much of a pervert as I am." Reminded of what she had in her hands, Lori held them up and spread the waistband apart with her hands. That they were crotchless was immediately apparent. "See?" she taunted him. "I was telling the truth!" "I DIDN'T say you weren't!" said Bobby. "I just wanted to know if you've ever WORN them!" "NO I HAVEN'T!" she yelled. "WELL WHY NOT?" her brother yelled back at her. Like many siblings, they had gotten into an argument that wasn't really about... the argument. What was REALLY happening was that they were both experiencing things they couldn't understand, and yelling was one way of coping with it. "I've never found a boy I wanted to wear them for." she said, her voice tightly controlled, but full of emotion. "I suppose YOU want to see me in them." Bobby was struck dumb. He had no idea how to react to that. But his autonomic nervous system reacted for him. His heart rate increased, as did his breathing rate. His pupils dilated, to let in more light. He felt a tightness in his chest. And his prick began to fill with blood. It showed on his face, and that fluttery feeling in Lori's belly turned into a ball of warmth that she had never felt before. "You DO want to see me in them." she said, her voice hushed. "I AM a pervert," moaned Bobby. My DICK is getting hard, Lori!" He said it like he couldn't believe it. It came out again, helplessly. "I'm a pervert," moaned Bobby. "My DICK is getting hard for my own sister!" Now Lori was the one who was speechless. Her own autonomic nervous system kicked in and made the same kinds of changes in her body. Since she didn't have a penis to engorge, her system sent the blood to her nipples and clitoris and they swelled, becoming more sensitive. Just like Bobby knew what his swelling penis meant, Lori knew what the sudden tingle in her nipples and the itch between her legs meant. And, at this point, though Lori didn't understand why that was happening, that fluttery feeling in her stomach made her feel... daring. She had finally found a boy she wanted to wear crotchless panties with."Turn around," she said. "What?" Bobby didn't understand. "I'm going to put them on. Turn around," she repeated. Lori never thought about the idea that, in the space of minutes, she would be standing in front of her brother dressed only in crotchless panties. But the idea of doing just that was so exciting that she almost trembled. She was caught on the horns of a teenage dilemma in which, on the one hand, she wanted to do something exciting. That was to appear in front of a boy... her brother... clad only in crotchless panties. On the other hand, though, she had been taught to be modest, and that was well ingrained into her psyche. She didn't think about the fact that if he watched her get undressed and put the panties on, he wouldn't see any more than if he just saw her in them. All she thought about was that getting undressed in front of a boy was immodest, so he had to turn his back. Bobby turned in a daze, simply responding to her directions. His mind was in a whirl. He kept seeing panties on the outside of her jeans. True, they had changed from red to blue, but he still couldn't visualize her without the jeans. Before he could think of what to do she spoke again. "OK... you can see them now." Bobby's mind still had her in jeans. The reality of what she'd done blasted that image from his mind forever. She had, in fact, stripped naked before putting them on. She stood, tense, ready to bolt, a stiffness in her limbs that made her look like a mannequin. Bobby gasped in a breath as he took in white breasts that were larger than he'd imagined, with rosy pink nipples that were longer than he'd imagined. The blue lace set off her skin and hair, all of which were pale and drew the gaze to the soft fluff of almost white hair that peeked out between the opening at the crotch."Oh fuck, Lori," he gasped. Bobby's face, the look in his eyes, an almost predatory jungle look of overwhelming emotion, and the word he used, made Lori's knees weak. She felt like a mouse cringing under the paws of a cat that was ready to eat her. It was the most fantastic feeling she had ever felt in her life. His face said it all. She really WAS beautiful to this man who was her brother. He WANTED her. Had she been able to stop and think, she would have realized she'd seen that same look on faces of boys she'd pushed away. And she might have wondered about that. Why would she push them away and then want to welcome that look on her brother's face? But she didn't have time to think. Nervously she asked. "Do I look OK?" Bobby tried to clamp down on the emotions that had already made his dick iron hard. This was his sister. He shouldn't feel this way about her. He shouldn't feel the things he felt for his mother either. He tried to control himself, but had to confess too. "No, you don't look OK," he said, his teeth hard to part in his mouth. "You look fabulous. Lori I want to do things to you. Maybe I should leave now." Lori's building emotions continued to push her where, an hour ago she'd never have dreamed of going. "Like what?" she asked, her stomach churning. Bobby, having a difficult time cutting things off was lured further by her apparent interest and lack of horror at what he was suggesting. "Hold you," he said tensely. "What's wrong with that?" asked his sister. "That's not perverted." "You're naked," he pointed out."No I'm not, I'm wearing panties," she countered. Bobby's frustration and desire bubbled over. "I want to suck your luscious tits. I want to lick your pussy! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!!" he yelled. There was a sound in Lori's abdomen, akin to the sound a stomach makes... growling when hunger is strong. But it wasn't Lori's stomach that made that sound. Her pussy got so wet it dripped, soaking the fluff poking from between the edges of the crotchless portion of her panties. Dewey drops collected on the ends of a few of those hairs. Lori flushed, feeling the heat of the blood suffusing her cheeks and neck and chest. She felt fire shooting through her loins and her nipples ached so much she had to reach up and squeeze them both between her thumbs and fingers. The pleasure of that tipped the balance. "Would you please kiss me first?" she asked softly. Bobby discovered that the idea of kissing his sister was suddenly appealing in a way that surprised him. She was his sister... and that made it seem odd. But she was a beautiful young woman too, and that made it attractive to him. Something bloomed in his gut and he found himself anxious to kiss her, wondering what her lips would feel like... taste like. He was so focused on the kiss part that he didn't even process the rest of the insinuation in her question. His autonomic nervous system heard that promise, though, and finished preparing his body for mating.What happened then was a comedy of errors as both young people crashed into each other, each one trying to do something with their hands and not knowing what to do. Their lips crushed together and, for a few minutes, that was enough. But the feel of her hot breasts through his shirt made Bobby crazy and he pushed her away long enough to rip his own shirt off.Then they crashed together again, their chests rubbing together. Their noses clashed as each one tried to tilt his or her head in the same direction. Then they both switched to the other direction at the same time, and their teeth touched, banging. Bobby's hands cupped his sister's butt through the panties and she moaned as he pulled her against his stiff bone. Bobby groaned as he felt nectar leaking from his cock. "Lori, you don't know what you're doing to meee." he moaned. "Show me," she whispered. She had never been this excited in her whole short life. She wanted to see everything... feel everything... do everything. She was a runaway emotional train with no brakes. Then they were apart while Bobby frantically pushed down his jeans, kicking off his shoes. Lori held her breath as he thumbed his shorts and pushed them down. What she saw then shook her to her core. Bobby's prick was, in her opinion, a massive thing, thick and veined, not as long as she thought it might be... blunt looking, like two cardboard rolls when the toilet paper is gone, stuck end to end, but with pink flesh wrapped tightly around them. "Oh Bobby," she sighed. Her mind screamed that it would never fit in her, and then argued that nobody said they would even try that, while other parts of her mind couldn't wait to feel that inside her. She almost fragmented mentally with her urge to run and her urge to take that thing into her mouth and hand and pussy. "Oh Bobby," she sighed again. "Oh please hurry." She pulled him to her bed, with it's pink bedspread, covered with cartoon characters and their legs tangled as she tried to lie down, crawl on the bed and pull him with her all at the same time. Then he was over her again, and that same feeling of being a mouse under a cat came flashing back into her mind. His head darted to her breasts and she gurgled with the impact of the feeling as he sucked hard on a nipple. Her legs tried to flop open, an automatic Neanderthal reaction as her body begged to be bred. But his leg was in the way and she could only move one leg to the side. He felt her leg hit his and lifted his own and she groaned as she was able to spread her legs, opening herself to be plundered. He shifted to the other nipple and her knees drew up, digging her heels into the bed. She arched her back, driving her pussy up at him and whined when her thighs hit his waist and she couldn't make it touch anything. Her pussy wanted to be touched... stroked... fucked. With her eyes closed she remembered the look of that huge thing that jutted from the brown hair at the base of it and reached, twisting sideways, groping, trying to find it. She whined again. It was beyond her reach. "Bobbeeeeeee!" she moaned. "I'm on fire." Bobby had given up trying to control himself too. His mind too was fragmented by the multiple sensations vying for his attention. The feel of her soft naked skin touching him sent electric sensations, almost pain, out from each place they touched. The taste of her nipples threatened to make his head explode. The feel of her legs opening... promising that they wouldn't have to stop... made his prick lurch and drip. Her voice rasped in his brain, like the cry of a child who needs help and who drives you to heroic feats to save her. He pushed up and moved up, knowing his penis would be just above her pussy. When Bobby moved, Lori's flailing hand found his young manhood. She gripped and pulled, almost savagely until it nosed into the gap made in the panties for this very reason. It nudged between the petals of her pussy. His motion already started, when Bobby felt that fiery embrace, he pushed savagely, impaling his sister's defenseless pussy in one streaking lunge that took the tip of his cock clear to her womb. Lori was shocked at the pain. Her body had been telling her this was what she wanted. But his savage, hymen-shredding entry sobered her instantly and she writhed, trying to get away from the invading monster. A scream of agony tore from her lips and her hands scrabbled now at his sides, trying to push him away. It was agony! Bobby was beyond control, though. His brain heard her anguished cry, but the Neanderthal part of his brain insisted that this was right... that he must go on. His hips lifted, drawing his prick almost out of the woman under him and then fell, powering back into her belly. She grunted with the force of it and her fingernails dug painfully into his sides, pushing. He let her push him back up, and the muscles in his abdomen and buttocks clenched, driving him into her again. He heard the squelch of fluids being displaced and the smack of skin hitting skin. His body set up a repetitive motion, pulling and then slamming back in, pounding the soft body under him, as if he were trying to pound her into submission as she cried out over and over again. Her cries were like music to the Neanderthal's ears. Lori couldn't make the pain go away. He was too heavy... too strong. Then her pussy was suddenly empty and she took a breath to shout her relief. That breath blasted out of her as another agonized cry as the monster ravished her pussy a second time. She felt like she was being split open, that she must surely die. Then the pounding began and she got faint as her body jiggled and shook as it was abused. Then, suddenly, so suddenly that she was taken completely by surprise, a streak of that earlier pleasure shot through her loins. Her vaginal tissues were beginning to adapt... stretch... loosen, and his penis scraped along her engorged clit each time it slammed into her body. Her eyes had been closed, squeezed tightly at the pain, but now they opened wide as more and more of those delicious feelings began to flood her senses once again. Now the balance had tipped, and, while there was still pain, it had taken on a new feel, like the pain of worked muscles... a bearable pain... a good pain. And even that faded away to be replaced by overwhelming feelings of ecstasy that made her lift her hips, like they had before, when they were seeking something to fill her emptiness with. Her hips seemed to know when to do this and soon she was pounding her pussy UP off the bed as his prick slithered into her on the down stroke. She spread her legs wider now and that helped too, allowing him to go deeper than before, where he hit something that made Lori want to scream again, only this time NOT in pain, but in joy! Lori had felt orgasm before when she used her fingers, and she felt that excitement building inside her. She welcomed it, because that was something familiar, that she knew what to expect from. But it kept building and then built some more until again she thought she'd fly apart if there wasn't some kind of release. She cried out again, thrusting, writhing, trying to reach for that sweet release. Now her fingernails dug into her brother's buttocks as she pulled him into her as deeply as possible. Bobby too felt the release he so desperately sought begin to build. He gave no thought to letting that release take place outside his sister's pussy. His body drove him single mindedly to just... get there. And when his balls clenched and he knew it was there, the Neanderthal in him whispered "Go deep" and he did. He slammed into her one last time and held himself rigid as his balls emptied themselves into the hot, clasping pussy wrapped firmly around his prick. Lori felt Bobby go stiff. She felt the penis inside her get even larger. Then she felt the rush of heat deep in her belly, right next to the thing she had almost instantly learned she loved to have prodded. That heat surrounded the little thing inside her and her orgasm loosed itself throughout her body. Again, Bobby heard his sister's now hoarse voice give out an agonized cry, but this one sounded different than the first ones had. This one had the force of unbridled joy supporting it. The part of Bobby's mind that knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt that he had hurt his sister and hurt her badly... relaxed a little. She couldn't sound that joyful if she were still in pain. They lay there, gripping each other with muscles that were almost locked. They drew in great gasping breaths of air, which cleared their minds enough to assess what had just happened. Bobby could tell that he was heavy upon her and rolled sideways, holding her until they were face to face, lying on their sides. Lori remembered the pain. She knew how severe it had been... how she'd have done anything to make it stop. But she couldn't feel that now. And, as he rolled, and his now limp penis pulled out of her, Lori felt the loss... the emptiness... and she knew that she would have to be filled again. "I love you," she whispered to her brother. "How could you. I heard your screams," he said. "That's gone. I don't think that will happen again," she sighed. "It had better not," she added. "I raped you," he moaned. "No," she said. She didn't know what that was, but it wasn't rape. Not as far as she was concerned. "How did this happen?" he whined. "I don't know," said Lori. "And I don't care... as long as it happens again." "We can't," he was a little boy again. Now he thought of the consequences. "You'll get pregnant. It will hurt you." "We'll do something about that," she said soothingly. "What did we do?" he sounded lost. "You took my cherry," she whispered. "And I love you for it." She kissed him until he calmed down enough to know she was being truthful with him. Lori had walked gingerly for a day or two after that, but no one noticed. It was Lori in fact, who initated their second liaison. Bobby had avoided her, still uncomfortable with the wild thing that had taken control of him and changed their lives. But Lori wouldn't be denied. She went to him in his room and badgered him into putting it in her again. When, this time, the only sounds she made were coos of encouragement and joy, Bobby relaxed. And to their amazement, this time was soft and gentle, almost slow, without the raging passion that had consumed them both in that initial encounter. Bobby went slower, though just as deeply and it was Lori who began to make him speed up. She had two orgasms before he flushed her full of his seed. They were hooked. It showed just how much they were hooked by the fact that they were driven to make love in a motel room with their mother only a few feet away.It had driven them until they had been caught.CHAPTER FIVELori couldn't believe it when she saw her mother follow Coach into the bathroom. Bobby gasped as well. Both of them had watched as they saw their mother's hand being placed on what was obviously Coach's hard dick. And both had seen her hand squeeze that lump. And then there had been the kiss and some whispering. Bobby, who had always had a letch for his mother anyway, felt his prick harden. Lori, who knew that part of the attraction Bobby had to her was that she was her mother's daughter, thought about the man who was touching her mother the way Bobby touched her.But the reality of what Claire had said to them both barged through those emotions."Fuck! She knows!" said Bobby. "We have to get out of here.""Come on Bobby, where are we going to go?" asked Lori."I don't know, but I love you Lori, and I'm not going to stop what we do.""We can't just run away." complained Lori. She was the more grounded of the two, despite the fact that she had seduced her brother without actually setting out to do so."What do you think she's going to say to us Lori?" asked Bobby. "You think she'll come out of there and say "Well, kids, I saw you fucking, and it looked really hot, so fuck all you want.""Of course not," said Lori. "But maybe we can explain it to her... you know, how we feel." "I think we should make ourselves scarce," advised Bobby. "Hurry, we can't have much longer.""I don't know. Mom's been in there a long time," said Lori. "What can they be doing in there?""I don't know," said Bobby. "Come on... get dressed... HURRY LORI!"***The kids were dressed for the day. Lori was standing by the door, her hand on the handle, looking over her shoulder at Bobby, who was throwing things in his carryall. Lori said ,"Now who's holding us up. Hurry UP Bobby!" as the bathroom door was thrown open and their mother charged into the room. "What's the big rush?" Claire asked much more calmly than she felt.Lori's face registered shock. Claire's eyes went to the bag in her hand, and the bag Bobby was stuffing full. "The game's not until one."Neither teen could think of anything to say. It didn't matter. Their actions said it for them anyway.Claire blanched as she realized her children had been planning on running. Her heart seized as she thought of what that would have been like. They had no idea what it took to stay alive... to stay healthy. She was deeply disappointed that they assumed she didn't love them, or wouldn't try to understand... or was incapable of understanding. It flitted through her mind that she DIDN'T understand, but she still loved her children more than anything else in the world. The thought of losing them made her stomach hurt."Did you think if you ran away that all your problems would go away?" she said heavily. "Are you really that stupid?" Clair pointed to a chair. "Sit down."Chuck exited the bathroom and came up behind Claire. He touched her elbow, but she jerked away from him. "Chuck, would you mind if I had a few minutes with my children alone?""Sure Claire. I'll go make sure everybody's up and ready for breakfast," he said. Lori had still not moved. Her hand was still on the doorknob when Chuck got there. She looked at him, fear in her eyes. He winked and then grabbed her shoulders, moving her to the chair Claire had pointed to. A little pressure on her shoulders made her sit. He opened the door and said "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to take you to breakfast."Claire wanted to sit down, but knew she needed the tactical advantage of being higher than the children. Skills she had learned in the business world were habit now and she didn't even think about them. "Sit down Bobby." she said."Mom..." he started, but she held up her hand. "Don't make me yell at you Bobby. I don't want to yell. Just sit down and let's talk about this."Bobby turned and sat on the coffee table his bag was lying on.No one said anything for a few seconds. Claire tried to think of what she wanted to talk about, but her emotions were still roiling from the shower."How long has this been going on?" she asked.At least the children didn't try to lie about it. Lori said, "Three months."Claire was lost. How did you talk to your children about something like this? "I don't understand," said Claire. "I want to understand, but I don't know how to do that."Lori spoke again. "Mom, I love Bobby.""Of course you do, he's your brother," said Claire."No, I mean I LOVE him, mom," said Lori. "I don't want to be with other boys. I don't want to have a boyfriend. I LOVE him mom."Claire's head swiveled to Bobby, who was sitting up straight."I feel the same way," he said.Claire tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm happy that you don't want a boyfriend too, at least."Neither teen smiled."Sorry," said Claire. "I'm a little nervous. In the last twelve hours a lot has changed for me and I'm not at all used to those changes." She shook her head. "But one thing needs to be clearly understood. We are a family. And if we have some problems, then we'll work on them as a family. Running away won't do anybody any good and it would have just killed me if something would have happened to you two. So the first thing you have to do is promise me you won't run away."Both Bobby and Lori had expected shouting... maybe threats. Bobby had even felt there was a chance that their mother would throw them out. But her behavior, if not a polar opposite, wasn't anywhere near what they had expected. And exacting that promise from them actually made them feel better about things. With that off the table they didn't have to think about that, and all it would entail.Bobby looked at Lori. There was yearning in her eyes. She nodded."OK, we promise," said Bobby for them both.Claire felt relief herself. "Now, the second thing I want you to understand is that you're my babies and I love you." She saw the reaction in the faces of her children. "Come on... you know what I mean. I know you're not babies, but you used to be, and every mother thinks like that. The important thing is that I love you both. I don't understand what you've done, but that doesn't matter. I love you."One of the things Claire had learned about personnel problems was that, during a counseling session, it was usually valuable to find out what questions the employee being evaluated had. Sometimes they brought things up themselves that the boss wanted to talk about anyway."What questions do you two have about all this?" she said. As she thought about that she decided that had been a stupid thing to say."Are you going to make us stop?" asked Lori.Maybe it wasn't so stupid after all."I don't know," said Claire. "I have to think about that."Both youths were shaken by her answer. They had expected a very quick effort by their mother to forbid them to do anything ever again. And both were prepared to fight for their love. Now, though, her answer didn't require a fight and their thoughts fragmented as they tried to adjust.Claire thought about what Chuck had said. "You probably wouldn't stop if I told you to." she said. "And I can't make you fall out of love." She frowned. "But what you're doing is dangerous, and you need to understand that. It's dangerous because Lori could get pregnant. It's dangerous because society says it's taboo, and if anyone finds out there would be a scandal. Chuck already knows, but I don't think he'll make a fuss about it. That's not true of others, though.""Coach knows?" Lori's voice rose to a soprano whine."You two made enough noise last night that I wouldn't be surprised if the people in the room next door know about it," sighed Claire. Bobby rocked backwards and Claire held up her hand. "It wasn't that bad. I was exaggerating. But you were a lot louder than you thought you were. Both nights." Lori blushed. "You heard us... both nights?""It's not all that dark in the room, dear. I saw you too.""When you got up and went to the bathroom?" asked Lori.Claire nodded. Lori turned to here brother and hissed. "I TOLD you so Bobby. You should have LISTENED to me.""Stop!" said Claire firmly. "Fighting between yourselves won't solve anything either." She asked something she'd been curious about, but didn't want to ask sooner. "How did this happen?" she asked. "I mean how did it get started?"Lori looked at Bobby, but he shrugged, as if to say, "Don't ask me?" She glared at her brother when it became obvious she would have to answer that question."Well, we were cooking one day. We were making pies and cookies and cake."Claire remembered that day. She'd come home to find the kitchen completely trashed, a whole pan of cookies burnt to a crisp, and her children giddy with laughter. They'd been so happy she couldn't be angry with them for failing to clean up. And, they had worked willingly and happily together to straighten things out. She nodded so that Lori would go on."And we started teasing each other," said Lori. She darted a look at Bobby. "And the teasing got kind of excited, and we got kind of excited and things got kind of complicated and it just happened."Lori looked at her mother to see if such a vague description was going to fly. Claire's eyes were unfocused. She was thinking about how well that description could be used for what had just happened in the bathroom. Then she thought about what had happened in the bathroom, and how wild and spontaneous it had been.Bobby spoke. "We didn't actually intend for anything to happen. But I got so excited I couldn't control myself and Lori couldn't make me stop." He had decided to take the blame. He'd always felt that he should be blamed for the initial incident. Her screams as her hymen was torn and her pussy cruelly stretched were etched in his memory forever, regardless of how happy she was to welcome him between her legs now.Lori waved a hand dismissively. "Don't pay any attention to him Mom. He thinks he raped me, but it was actually the other way around. Once I had him in my hand I wouldn't let him leave without feeling it inside me." Her relief at finally being able to talk about her relationship with her brother was so strong that it freed her tongue a little too much.Claire was, in fact, a little shocked that Lori could talk about that so lightly. It made her a little suspicious. "So, are you two sexually active with any one other than each other?"Both children shook their heads immediately, and together. Their response was too immediate to be false... unless they had practiced it.Claire looked at Bobby. "And what have you done to protect her, Bobby?"He looked uncomfortable. "Well, we use condoms most of the time," Lori snorted. He glared at her. "OK, sometimes."Claire finally decided she could sit down. She chose the bed. It still gave her a tiny height advantage. "I have three friends at work who use condoms for birth control," she said. "They're all pregnant."Both teen's head jerked towards each other at that comment."Yeah, condoms are a lousy way to prevent pregnancies. They break, and leak and have pinholes in them," said Claire, like it was a discussion about how to chop carrots."I didn't know that," said Bobby."Which is why you probably shouldn't be having sex. You need to learn about adult things before you do adult things," said Claire."We're not going to stop Mom." said Lori firmly. Chuck had been right."Even if continuing gets you pregnant?" asked Claire."I love Bobby," said Lori stubbornly. "And if I have his baby I'll love our baby too.""Well, now THERE'S a plan for the future," snorted Claire. "Look, kids, I love you both and I'm NOT sorry I had you. But I probably had you too soon. And when your father left that meant I was too young to get a good job and we had to really struggle for a long time. I don't want you to have to go through that."Lori looked at her mother thoughtfully. "Mom, if I got pregnant... from anybody... would you make me move out?"Claire snorted again. "Of course not. That's the last thing I'd want you to do. I just told you it's hard to raise a baby. If you were married, then yes, you'd have to go live with your husband. But you can't marry Bobby. Nobody's going to allow that."The door opened and Chuck walked in. "Time's up" he announced. "Ahhhh, I see there aren't any bloody corpses lying about, so I have to assume that things have been civilized. That's good, because I'm hungry and if there had been murder and mayhem the police would come and we'd have to all answer questions and I'd just starve to death." His attempt at humor had been so long that he ended up panting a little. "Anybody hungry?"While he didn't get the chuckles he hoped for, Chuck's intrusion wasn't a problem either. Everyone had had their say, to a point. All three Richardsons stood up and they went to breakfast. The day was spent chasing around a perplexing mix of emotions. Nothing had really been "decided". Lori and Bobby still didn't know what their mother was going to do about... them. And "them" was something that was so important to both of them that it affected their behavior. Lori didn't have quite the verve that she usually displayed when she cheered on the team. Bobby fumbled the ball twice and at halftime the team was behind by fourteen points. Claire, watching the game, had a hard time paying attention to what was going on. Every time she looked at her son or daughter, all she could conjure up in her mind's eye was Bobby, hunched over Lori, her legs spread in welcome, as he grunted in that special sexy way that meant he was filling her with his spunk. That, added on top of her own emotional turmoil - whenever she looked at Chuck her stomach did flip-flops - began to rob her of the joy she usually experienced when he saw her children doing what they loved to do. In short, her life... and the lives of her children... had been knocked topsy-turvy. As sometimes happens to adults in that situation, usually when they aren't at all ready for it, her mind began to question some things she thought were "decided". She had pretty well become resigned to the fact that there was no man in her life. In fact, she realized she had unconsciously kept men at bay, feeling she didn't need a man in her life any more. Now, after what had happened in the shower, and the feeling in her stomach when she looked at Chuck, Claire's decision that men weren't worth the effort it took to have a serious relationship had taken a few hits. Then there was the whole incest thing with her kids. Incest was wrong. Everybody said so. It ruined the families that were involved in it... didn't it? But her children were obviously happy, and normal in every other way she could think of. They got good grades, were reasonably popular, and seemed well adjusted when compared to other brothers and sisters she saw together. Nothing had happened in the three months they claimed to have been having this relationship that made anything look different at all to Claire. Was it actually possible for a brother and sister to love each other... that way... and for it to actually work out well? So many of Claire's assumptions about her life were in question that she didn't even know HOW to think about them, much less WHAT to think about them. Chuck nudged Claire and her head jerked as she realized she had been staring at the stats sheet in her lap for quite a while. "Claire, I need you to pay attention," said Chuck gruffly. It was his "coach" voice. "I think I might be in love with you, but I need you to pay attention to the game." he said. Claire's head jerked again in surprise. That was all she needed. He might be in LOVE with her?! She ground her teeth in frustration, and blushed, but nodded tersely. "OK," she said. Claire had the capacity to be single minded, and she called on that talent now. Statistics were kept in two identical books. Volunteer students maintained them, but one of the volunteers had been unable to attend the contest, so Claire had volunteered to do that. She and the boy who had the other book were sitting side by side, and she leaned over to talk to him, catching up her sheet. Then she paid strict attention to the game, shoving her other thoughts away. It was then that she was able to notice that Bobby wasn't playing well. She began watching him more closely and saw the frequent looks he shot to the sidelines... not at the coach... but at his sister... and at his mother. Knowing how roiled her own emotions were, she had no trouble identifying what was on Bobby's mind.During a time out, when he ran over to huddle with the coaches, she pulled at his shoulder pads. "You keep your mind on the game," she barked. "I can't," he said. "Bobby, honey," she said, her voice pleading. "We'll get through this... difficulty. We'll work on it as a family. But if you can't discipline yourself when things get difficult, how can we ever make this all work out? I love you. I'm not going to stop loving you. Lori obviously loves you too. But... that... can't be the only thing in your life Bobby. You have other responsibilities too." "All I can think about is where I'll be sleeping tonight." said Bobby miserably. Claire thought. Her questions about whether society was right or not boiled over in her mind. Who were strangers to tell her... and her wonderful children... what was right and wrong for them? She made a decision she couldn't believe she was making. "Well, if you don't start paying attention to the game I may make you sleep with ME tonight. There are only two beds in the room. If you want to sleep in Lori's bed tonight you'd better get back in there and kick some ass!" Unknown to Claire, her "threat" to make her son sleep with her, played to the overwhelming emotions that were surging through his body. Unknown to Claire, she had suggested what evolution had primed men to believe: If you want the best women... the most fertile women... the most desirable women... you had to be the alpha male in the group. And, as far as Bobby was concerned, his mother and sister WERE the most desirable women in the group. The surge of adrenaline and testosterone in his system caused his muscles to swell and his mind to sharpen. He was primed for combat. And it made a difference. The fourteen point advantage the other team was enjoying melted away in a mere three series. Claire felt a surge of excitement as she saw his play improve dramatically. At one point, when the defense was on the field, Claire saw Bobby run over to his sister and hold an animated discussion with her. Lori glanced at her mother and then back at Bobby and her level of participation in the game increased after that too. In the end, the team won by six points. After the game the atmosphere was electric with excitement. They had advanced to the semi-finals and, if things went well, were only two games away from claiming the trophy. All the kids were giddy, talking too loudly, full of energy, even though they'd just played a hard game. Chuck called them all together. "OK" he started. "I know you all are excited, but this is the time discipline is needed." Claire saw Bobby look at her and grin. Chuck went on, his hands out, facing the group. "So even though right now you don't feel tired, and you want to party, you really need to think about getting some rest. We have a big game tomorrow and you need to be fresh and able to concentrate. We had a pretty miserable first half today. Let's not have that problem tomorrow. So after supper, get to your rooms and keep the socializing to a minimum. Watch TV or something and try to get some extra sleep." There were groans of disappointment from both girls and boys. The boys had, at some level, done what Bobby had done - fight for their right to claim the woman of their choice. And the girls had watched, their own hormone levels elevating as they appreciated the strength and vitality of the potential mates their unconscious brains saw cavorting on the field. Both Claire and Chuck recognized the sexual tension in the kids. It was easy. They felt the same tension themselves. At supper they ate at a small table alone, letting the kids mingle and drift from table to table. Claire noticed Bobby and Lori started at different tables, but ended up at the same one. Chuck saw her looking at them. "So, have you decided what to do about them?" he asked. She turned her gaze on him and felt her pussy tense up. "I haven't even decided what to do about YOU." She smiled a wan, tired smile. "That's easy," he said confidently. "Just love me." "I've only known you for a week," she said. The memory of their passion in the shower flooded through her and she flushed, heat suffusing her face. "You must think I'm a slut." He put his spork down on the table as if it were fine silver, and then wiped the corner of his mouth with a paper napkin. "Slut isn't a word I'd use with you," he said, his voice level. "I have standards. I wasn't actively looking for a woman to complicate my life," he said. "But if I had been, it certainly wouldn't have been a slut." He looked at her for a long, agonizingly silent moment. "I've been with two women in my life," he continued. "The first was a girl in High School. I don't just jump in bed with any woman I happen to share a motel room with." "I don't understand you at all," said Claire, full of self doubt suddenly. "I'm married with two teenaged children. I'm older than you. You're gorgeous, but never married, so you're obviously not looking for a woman. Chuck, you could have any woman you want!" "Let me see," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What do I look for in a woman? Gosh... I don't really know," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, I suppose I demand that she be beautiful. And intelligent would be nice. And oh, yes, she has to be susceptible to my charming approach... you know... lure her into a motel room with her two kids watching and then jump her bones while she's not looking." He smiled tightly. "You know, just the average woman. I wonder if I'll ever find her?" "Joking about this won't help," said Claire, her appetite suddenly gone. "Claire," he said, and her stomach did flip flops at the way he said it. "What happened between us was fast, and furious, and unexpected for both of us. But I can't question how I feel about you. I know you're a careful woman, who has her own set of plans and dreams, and that I might not fit into those plans and dreams. But I also know plans and dreams have a way of changing. I'd like you to give me a chance. I think you'd really like me when you got to know me. I don't care about any age difference. I just care about the way I feel about you." Claire felt her emotions roil again. "You probably just want to get in my pants again, you sliver tongued... man." "Desperately" he agreed. "Immediately if possible. I mean not here, in the restaurant... but maybe outside? In the bus? I can command the kids not to watch." "There you go joking again," she complained. "Who says I'm joking. I can't deny how I feel about you. What happened in the bathroom this morning was amazing. And it's even more amazing because I LIKE you too!" Out of the corner of her eye Claire saw movement. She looked up to see Bobby approaching their table. "Mom?" he said. "About what you said this afternoon. Are you really going to make me sleep in your bed tonight? He didn't actually sound like he was upset at the idea.Chuck's eyebrows rose. He was a man, and he knew what lust looked like in another man. Did Bobby lust after his mother too?!Claire looked at him helplessly. "I threatened to make him sleep with me if he didn't concentrate on the game," she explained. "And you thought that was a threat? I'm amazed he didn't fumble the ball twice on purpose!" He looked at Bobby with a calculating eye. "Well, too bad bucko" he said to Bobby. "You DID concentrate on the game, so you're stuck with your sister." said Chuck. He looked startled that he'd said it out loud and turned red. "I mean... um... that's between you and your mother. Oh man, I'm going to go get something to drink. I think I just put my foot in my mouth." Claire couldn't get her mind wrapped around the concept that her "threat" might have been received by Bobby the same way it might have been received by Chuck. She looked at her son, who was blushing, as if what Chuck had suggested was... true. To her, her threat had been to deny him a place next to Lori. But Chuck was suggesting that Bobby might have performed well BECAUSE the idea of sleeping with his mother was... exciting! With everything that had happened she didn't know what to think, or how to feel about it all. She was astonished that the mere thought of "sleeping" with her son didn't disgust her at all. Her mind whirled with doubts and uncertainties."I think we need to finish our talk," she said, trying to dismiss the idea that her son might feel about her the same way he felt about his sister. "Why don't you go get Lori and let's go back to the room. Chuck, you can take care of the rest of them for a while, right?" Chuck was still embarrassed by his blurted statements in front of her son and nodded. "I think that's probably a very good idea."CHAPTER SIXMother and children walked, as there was no other way for them to get back to the motel. It was a strained, silent walk at first. Bobby had told Lori what their mother had said. And Lori had some idea of how Bobby might have heard that comment. She had conflicting feelings about that too. She thought of Bobby as "hers", even though she was his sister. But she knew how Bobby felt about his mother, even if his mother didn't know that. Claire tried to get things started. "Look, I know what I'm SUPPOSED to think about you two doing what you do together." She walked on a few steps. "And I know that you two love each other." She didn't know how to express her feelings. "Part of me wants to demand that you stop... but another part of me wants to celebrate your love. And now Chuck suggests that you want to... with me..." She looked at Bobby, who was walking head down. "I don't know what to do." she said in a defeated voice. "I told you it was obvious" growled Lori to her brother. "Did you really think nobody would notice how you look at her? How you look at... us?" Bobby looked distinctly uncomfortable. Lori, having a streak of typical teenager in her, decided to just call things as she saw them. "Bobby has always had a kind of sexual attraction to you, Mom. And that day when we were teasing each other, like I told you before, I sort of transferred that to me... accidentally. But then it was so exciting and I wanted to know what it felt like and we just sort of ended up doing it. But he loves us both, mom." She looked at her mother to see what the reaction was. Claire's heart had seized when Lori said Bobby was attracted to her sexually. She'd heard the rest, but hadn't been able to process it. "That's just CRAZY!" said Claire, but she saw Bobby flinch. "Is that TRUE Bobby?" she asked. Bobby too had felt a moment of panic when his sister admitted his secret lust for his mother. But her plaintive question didn't sound like she was disgusted... only seeking independent confirmation of a fact she'd heard but wasn't sure was, in fact, a fact. Bobby was still on a high from winning the game. That, combined with his feelings for his mother and his sister, and the fact that he hadn't been thrown in the street by Claire, had him on a razor's edge of self control. He stopped and faced his mother. "OK, yes, I've had dreams about you. It's always been that way. I don't understand it, but it's true. And I never lusted after Lori or anything until that day when all of a sudden I couldn't control myself around her. I know I'm not supposed to feel that way about either of you, but I DO!" Frustration was obvious in his voice."And I don't want to change it. Even though I know I should," his voice was anguished."But why would you want ME?" said Claire, dazed. "I'm your MOTHER!" "I know that." said Bobby, sounding even more frustrated. "I can't help it. You're beautiful and I love you. I KNOW that's how I feel. I can't just STOP loving you, even if it's in ways I'm not SUPPOSED to love you." Claire replayed what she'd said in her head during the game. "So when I said I'd make you sleep with... me..." "I got crazy," finished Bobby. "The thought of that just made me crazy. I love Lori and we've even talked about being together for life, but I can't help but love you too." "And that made me jealous," said Lori suddenly. "But I know we're not supposed to do things together too, and you're my mother and I love you too, so I shouldn't be jealous. But I am. I don't know what to think EITHER!" she ended, tears gathering in her eyes. The whole thing was ludicrous, Claire thought. Her whole world was suddenly just flat crazy. She had strong feelings for a man she'd only known for a week. She'd made wild, passionate love to that man, in violation of every rule she had for herself, concerning sex. Her children had been committing incest for months and demanded to be allowed to continue. And NOW, she found out that her son wanted to commit incest with HER too! It was just too much to deal with. Out of pure self defense, so she didn't just go completely mad, she tried to make some decisions. If she could just make some decisions maybe all this would become manageable. "I don't think you should sleep with me tonight." she said to Bobby. It didn't come out like the obvious statement it should have been.But Bobby nodded. He actually looked relieved. "Thanks," he said, confirming the look on his face. "I don't know what I'd have done." "I do," said Lori a little grumpily. Both mother and brother stared at her. "Well, I know what he's like! He's hard to resist when he's right there with you!" Claire thought about how much "resistance" she'd put up with Chuck in the bathroom. "OK, we'll deal with that problem later." she said. "For now, I'm going to have to let you two..." She couldn't say it out loud. She tried to exert some kind of parental control. "But we HAVE to get you on the pill Lori." Claire's doubts about what she'd just said were bombarded by the intense joy that suddenly bloomed on Lori's face. She flung herself at her mother in a tight embrace. "OH THANK YOU MOMMY!" she squealed. "You don't KNOW how happy that makes me!" Lori, having some kind of feminine instinct that caused her to push her advantage at the moment went on. "And you're going to keep doing it with Coach!" she demanded. "You've needed a man in your life for a long time Mom, and Coach is wonderful!" Claire wasn't too impressed with her daughter's characterization of the relationship Claire had with Chuck as "doing it", but she couldn't bring herself to complain out loud. Then again, she had a sudden urge to "do it" right then and there. Her emotions, already sustained at peak levels for what seemed like days, had been assaulted further by her son's confession that HE wanted to "do it" with her. Rather than contemplate how she felt about THAT, she centered her physical attraction on a man that the world might approve of. "OK," she heard herself say, not believing she was saying it to her own children. In all, the rest of the walk was strange too, though not quite as strange as the first part. Decisions had been made, but they were strange decisions, and all three of them knew it. Lori tried to keep the conversation going, making attempts to talk about the game, and the fact that she was still hungry, and even bringing up Claire's desire to redecorate the kitchen back home. But each topic was strangled by the fact that none of them could think about much except what might... or would... happen in the motel room that night. When they got to the room things didn't really improve that much. Bobby turned on the TV in an attempt to distract himself, and suggested that maybe they could watch a pay-per-view movie that night. When the menu came up, the first thing on it was a movie called "Brother's Secret Desire". The teaser suggested that "Brother" would enter into a relationship with all the women in his family. It was rated triple X. More than one person in the room groaned.When Chuck opened the door and stepped in, he could feel the tense mood. "Well, do I still have a girlfriend and star player?" he asked jokingly. Lori, who had been worrying that her mother might reverse her decisions, tried to add to the joke. "Well, you won't be sleeping with me Coach! At least not tonight." Her joke fell flat as Bobby and Claire both glared at her. "Look, I don't want to cause any tension." said Chuck. If I need to sleep on the bus to make things more comfortable I will." "NO!" said Claire, before she could even think about it. All three of the others in the room stared at her. Claire made another decision... for the sake of making a decision. "The sleeping arrangements will not change. Chuck and I are adults. You two are ACTING like adults, so let's just all be adults about this." Chuck tried once more. "When it comes to being adult... I'm your boy." He grinned. That time it worked. Lori giggled and Bobby smiled. Claire, still consumed with physical feelings, simply got up, went to Chuck, took him in her arms, and kissed him firmly. "You'd better not ACT like a boy tonight." she said. She felt a sudden release of tension in her own body as she accepted her sexual feelings and realized that a large part of that release was due to the fact that she could admit her feelings in front of her children. Suddenly, Claire felt like she could celebrate what she'd stumbled into, even if it was strange and taboo, at least in part. She turned to her son and daughter. "Wouldn't you two like to go visit some friends or something?" she asked. To her surprise, Lori stood up. "No." she said. "I think I want to do the same thing YOU want to do right now." She bent over and removed her saddle oxfords, and then her socks. Then she stood up and gripped the hem of her cheerleader's sweater, in preparation for pulling it over her head. "And, seeing as how we're almost all family here, I'm not going to be shy about it!" said the cheerleader.Ten seconds later she was standing, dressed only in her sports bra and skirt. Lori looked at her mother. "Mom, if you don't want Coach looking at me, you'd better do something to distract him." Chuck was, indeed, looking at one of his cheerleaders. He had the same feelings toward his cheerleaders that any man would... that he suppressed... for his own good and theirs. He turned to Claire. "Please distract me," he said, making sure Lori was behind him. Claire stared at him in wonder. Could he really be comfortable with what was about to happen? "Are you sure?" she asked. The look in his eyes convinced her. "We have a bed check to make in about an hour. Let's start with the beds in this room." Maybe it was the emotional level of the people in that room. Maybe it was the sudden freedom to do what they all wanted to do. For whatever reason, the awkwardness that SHOULD have made itself felt... didn't. Lori unashamedly got naked, ignoring her mother and Coach. Claire, eager to do something... anything... to distract her mind from what was happening, simply began to disrobe, ignoring her children and concentrating on the look in Chuck's eyes as he watched her. Bobby, unable to discipline his eyes, watched as both his mother and sister got naked. By the time he got his pants off his cock was iron hard and dripping. Chuck couldn't help but look in the mirror, peeking at Lori as her young body came into view. That, and the knowledge of what was about to happen, made him harder than he'd ever been in his life and his prick bounced in anticipation as he got naked too. The level of passion in the room was so high that no foreplay was necessary. Both women were ready, physically, emotionally, in all ways they wanted to be bred. Both men were willing and capable of doing the breeding, and it took place quickly. Lori, knowing her brother better than Claire knew Chuck, pushed him down so she could control penetration and speed. Claire wanted Chuck's muscled body over hers, dominating her... TAKING her, so that she could pretend, at some level, that it was HIS idea, rather than hers. She was used to being in charge. Right now she wanted to be... taken. There was a sigh of happiness from Lori and a groan of satisfaction from Bobby as Lori positioned his prick and sank down on it, driving it to her cervix. Chuck teased Claire by putting the tip of his prick in her gaping, wet slot and then suckling her nipples while he prodded her pussy ever so gently. Claire was impatient, though, and her hands fastened on his hips and pulled with force that was surprising. "You bastard," she moaned. "Don't do this to me." "Don't do what Claire?" asked Chuck. His sudden removal of his lips to talk was agonizing to Claire's tortured and sensitive nipples. "FUCK me, you bastard," she groaned. "Don't fuck you Claire?" he teased. "Don't make me beg in front of my children," gasped Claire. "Oh," he said, returning to her nipples. Then he powered his cock to HER cervix, in one rushing lunge that took her breath away. By the time she got enough air in her lungs to make noises, he had already withdrawn and pummeled her sopping pussy three times." Claire shook with the violence of Chuck's thrusts. As firm as they were, her breasts jiggled and flopped, and her legs scissored further open as she made nonsense sounds deep in her throat. Lori, sitting on her brother's stiff prick, turned her head to watch as her mother was ravaged. Seeing Coach Bondurant's muscled body covering her mother's, his thick cock slicing in and out of her mother's pussy, was so shocking and erotic that she had an orgasm. Her pussy rippled and fluttered as she ground it down on her own stiff thick prick. Bobby, over stimulated by the events of the day, turned his head too, and saw Coach doing what he'd dreamed of doing for years. He promptly blasted his sister's pussy full of warm sticky spunk. Her pussy muscles suddenly started milking him, and he lunged upward as his balls emptied into his sister's belly. Claire was having her own orgasm, also a product of having been horny all day, and suddenly being able to give in to her lust. She hoped, in the middle of that orgasm, that Chuck would go on for hours. Chuck, of all of them, was possibly the only one in control of his body. The feel of Claire's clasping pussy around his seldom-used tool was so wonderful that he wanted it to last. When she had what was obviously an orgasm under him, he took the time to slide in and rub her clit with the base of his cock, loving the feel of her body welcoming him inside it. Then he set about making that happen again. Lori felt her brother's seed splashing into her pussy. She was, at once, happy to feel it, and a little sad because she knew he'd get soft and she wasn't ready for him to get soft yet. She sat and rocked, keeping his softening cock firmly in her slot. From experience she knew that he would recover in a few minutes. She could wait. While she waited she watched as Coach did amazing things to her mother. He went on and on, and Lori could recognize that her mother was having multiple orgasms as her head flailed, her hair flying and her fists gripped the bed covers that hadn't even been pulled back in their haste to make their sexual joining. Lori couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like... to be under that muscled body, to be stroked for that long. For the first time in her life Lori was interested in a cock other than her brother's. Bobby was watching too, and was feeling decidedly inadequate. He had always been able to make his sister squeal with excitement when they made love, but watching his mother being rodded and reamed made him realize that there was a level of control far beyond what he'd been able to develop. He imagined being able to fuck his mother that long... what it would feel like to lie on her full soft breasts as he pounded her like Coach was pounding her. He felt his prick respond to that desire. He reached up and took control away from Lori by pulling her to him and rolling to pin her. Lori was caught unawares because she was staring in fascination at the thick slick rod that was pistoning in and out of her mother. She'd been unconsciously rubbing her clitty against her brother's pubic bone and was on the edge of being able to work into an orgasm. Suddenly she was falling and she squawked. "Bobby!" she yipped, feeling his cock slip out of her. Then she found herself under him as he loomed over her, and his cock, stiff again, was nudging into her pussy. He kissed her hungrily and sucked her nipples, like he had seen his mother's nipples get sucked a few minutes ago. And then he pounded Lori into submission, bouncing her all over the bed, making her jiggling body slide upwards until her head hit the wall and began bouncing off of it. She complained and he reared backwards, grabbing her hips and pulling her roughly down the bed as he kneed himself backwards. Then he fell on her and began sliding his cock in and out of her in long strokes to match those of the Coach. He gave an extra firm push when he bottomed out each time, grinding against Lori's clit and digging deep into the mouth of her womb. She began making appreciative sounds and thrusting back up at him, almost as violently as he was shoving into her. "OOOommmmmmm I'm cumming Bobby," she whined. 'Cummming soooo goood." "You should have made me wear a rubber Lori," he whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna shoot again... gonna knock you up for sure... gonna make a BABY!" he groaned as he thrust into her one last time and his dick pumped his seed into her womb. Feeling that and hearing that made Lori squirm as she wriggled her pussy up at him to get every drop. She didn't want to BE pregnant, but the thought that he might be putting a baby in her belly was SO hot that she loved the idea of the danger involved. In the next bed Claire had finally had enough orgasms that she'd just gone limp. Her body shook as Chuck knifed into her and all she could do was raise her head occasionally to make her unbelieving eyes see that his cock was STILL hard and STILL stroking her pussy better than she'd ever had it stroked in her life. She knew that she had to have this again and again. All her reservations about letting him do this were gone. She had never felt like this. He leaned down and kissed her hard. Then, his lips inches from hers, he spoke in a voice loud enough that everybody in the room could hear. "This morning... in the shower" he panted. "I never got the chance... to ask you... are you... on the pill?" Claire heard the question and all that it implied. "Nooo," she moaned. He panted on. "You want me... to pull... out?" Claire's mind whirled. When WAS her last period? She couldn't think. She hadn't planned on this! He'd take it out of her if she told him to. She was thrilled that he cared that much. But her pussy didn't want to be empty. What if she got pregnant? What if this man... this wonderful man... was in the process of creating life in her womb? Her thoughts flashed to her children... in bed next to her... moaning lustfully as they did exactly what she was doing. If Denny could create two such wonderful children... what would Chuck's be like? "Nooo," she rasped. "You know... what this... could mean?" he insisted, shoving in deep. "Yesss!" she whined. "Cum in meeeeee." He pulled back one more time and dug deep. She felt his nectar rush forth and saturate the end of her satisfied pussy. She imagined that thick, white, potent seed pouring into her womb... surrounding an egg... She hugged him to her fiercely, all her remaining energy going into that embrace as he gave her what she now craved. Both couples cuddled and were very happy doing so when suddenly a loud knock at the door shocked them all rigid. "Coach?" came a plaintive cry through the door. "Are you in there?" Claire bolted from the bed, snatching up her clothing, which was lying everywhere where it had been flipped, thrown or tossed. She turned to Lori who had also jumped up, her brother's sperm streaming from her pussy, pushed out by abdominal muscles that had clenched violently as she got up. Her clothes were almost in one pile and she grabbed them. Both women darted for the bathroom. Chuck calmly got up and pulled on the pants and shirt he'd been wearing all day. He nodded to Bobby and said "Act asleep" softly. Then he went to the door. Charlie Waters was outside, shifting from foot to foot when Chuck opened the door. "What's the problem Charlie?" he asked. Charlie tried to peer into the room. "Are you alone Coach?" "Bobby's trying to sleep. What's the problem Charlie?" he repeated. He stepped out and let the door close on his hand. "The problem is we have a chance to take the championship and a few people are going to mess that up for us!" complained Charlie, who was a second string skinny receiver. He'd joined the squad at the insistence of his father, who had played when he was in school. Charlie wasn't cut out for football, though, in his own mind. "What's going on?" asked Chuck. "You know the room Frank and them are in?" asked Charlie. That room contained four of his seniors, who had asked to room together, it being their last year playing and all. Chuck had suspected they might have ulterior motives, but let it go. "Yes," said Chuck. "Well Tiffany and Sharon and two other girls are in there with them and the door's closed and they're making noises." said Charlie. Tiffany and Sharon were two of the senior cheerleaders. Charlie had had fantasies about them for over a year. The thought of what might be going on in the room overcame his reluctance to be labeled a snitch. "What kind of noises?" asked Chuck. "The kind of noises..." started off Charlie. He had been about to say "like there's SEX going on!" but decided to say " necking noises." It sounded ridiculous, but Chuck didn't laugh. "You might get a chance to play yet, Charlie." said Chuck. Two of his star receivers were in that room. Charlie gulped. His motivation had been to break up the soiling of his fantasies - NOT to actually get on the field. ***"I'll take care of it Charlie," said Chuck, opening the door to go put on his shoes. Charlie, realizing that what he'd just done might end up with him making a fool of himself on the field in front of the whole school, suddenly decided that the kids in that room needed to be warned. He took off running like the receiver he was. Claire had the bathroom door open slightly and was peering out through it as Lori pulled her cheerleading outfit back on. "Mom," she dragged it out, complaining. "Bobby's stuff is going to soak into my uniform!" Claire looked over her shoulder at her grown up... adolescent daughter. "That's the price you pay when you decide to play." she said tersely. She suddenly thought about her own womb, and what might be happening in it right now. She was surprised how little she cared at the moment. That got her thinking about her last period. When she worked it out in her mind she took a deep breath. There probably couldn't have been a worse time for her to get her pussy filled with dangerous sperm than the last two days. She saw Chuck come back in the room and close the door. She went out into the room. Chuck looked at her and sighed. She had that tousle headed, slightly flushed look of a well-fucked woman. He felt not a little pride, and a desire to continue where they'd left off, but pushed that down. "Charlie Waters says there's a sex party going on in one of the rooms," he said. Claire felt panic. "Which room?" she gasped. "Not this one." he smiled. "We need to go down there. If you take a minute or two to put on your shoes it should be all over by the time we get there. I told Charlie he might have to play. You should have seen the panic on his face." Claire looked at him with an arched eyebrow.He smiled sheepishly. "Well, would YOU have wanted to get caught when you were in High School?" He stood up. "Besides, getting there too late will still put a scare into them. They'll know they were almost caught and that will make the rest of the kids less likely to fool around, don't you think?"In a strange way Claire thought he made perfect sense.CHAPTER SEVENFive minutes later Claire and Chuck were walking side by side. Having visited the manager, they were approaching room 203 with key in hand. They were about ten feet away when the door burst open. Tiffany Jewell and Ramona Hodgkin's dashed out to come face to face with the Coach and Claire. Both were dressed in their cheerleading uniforms. The hem of Ramona's skirt was caught in the back where it had obviously been accidentally tucked inside her panties. There was something glistening running down Tiffany's right inner thigh. "Stop right there," ordered Coach in his coach's voice. "We were just getting some towels," babbled Ramona. "Really?" asked Claire, feeling bad for just having done exactly what these two girls had done, and now having to catch them at it. "Where are they?" Both girls looked at their empty hands, like somebody had told them hair would grow on their palms if they masturbated and they were checking to see if it was true. "Wait right over there," Chuck pointed to the front window. The door had closed behind the girls with a sharp slam and Chuck keyed it open, swinging it wide. Claire followed him inside. Three of the boys were in bed, covers up to their chins. Frank Zeeliff was sitting on a chair, trying to put shoes on. He had lipstick all over his face. Frank looked up, his eyes wide. "Hey coach," he said weakly. "What's up?" "What are you guys doing in here?" asked Chuck. Danny Pruett said, from bed. "We're trying to sleep, coach... like you said." Chuck moved to the bed, reached down and whipped the covers off. Danny's limp prick lay in a spermy mess that soaked his pubes and balls. Claire stared before Danny covered his genitals with his hands. He didn't say anything. Chuck turned to the other bed, which had two boys in it. They were clutching the covers under their chins so tightly their knuckles were white. "Do I have to show Mrs. Richardson what you two look like too?" he asked. "No coach," they both intoned. "You got us," said George Caddy. There was a noise from the bathroom. Coach looked and said, "I suppose the other two are in there?" He got four blank stares back. Chuck nodded to Claire and she went to the bathroom door, which was locked. She knocked and ordered "Open up... Sex Police!" Then she giggled. She turned around and wiped the smile off her face as Chuck shook his head sadly. "Sorry," she mumbled. She turned back to the door and pounded on it. It opened and two more cheerleaders came out. They were fully dressed, but in their hurry to get that way, each had grabbed some wrong uniform items. One of them was a busty girl about five feet ten, and the other was lucky if she was five feet tall. The big one had grabbed a sweater top that, once she got on, was so tight she couldn't pull it off again. Her partner had been forced to wear the larger girl's sweater top, and it almost looked like a dress on her. The tall one had a wad of tissue paper in her hand. Claire held her hand out. "May I see that please?" The girl's hand... and the tissue, vanished behind her back. There was a bra lying on the floor between one of the beds and a wall. Claire pointed at it. "Whose is that?" The tall girl looked and then bent over automatically to pickup the bra and Claire darted her hand to snatch the tissue out of the hand that was still behind her back. It was a spermy mess. Claire held it up and nodded to Chuck. Chuck knew what he had to do. He didn't feel good about it. He didn't feel guilty at all about what he and Claire had done. They were adults. But he had sanctioned what Bobby and Lori had done, and now he was going to have to punish these kids. He tried to take a little comfort in the fact that Lori and Bobby's parent had also sanctioned what had happened. But if left a bad taste in his mouth. "You four are benched," he pronounced. There were four groans of complaint. "Come on Coach, we were just having a little fun," whined Frank. "Your fun doesn't appear to have involved any condoms Frank." said Chuck heavily. What am I going to tell the parents if any of these girls show up pregnant?" "They won't coach," said Danny. "They all used suppositories." Well, a good spermicidal might help a little, but still, the rules had been broken. What was more important, at least publicly, was that the eight had been caught. It turned out that Charlie HAD come knocking on the door, telling them that Coach was coming. But the boys hadn't believed it. There was still over an hour until bed check. It was the girls who wanted to stop, but all four boys had been trying, on a bet, to cum at the same time. They had insisted that Charlie was just jealous and that nothing would happen. By the time things had settled back down Claire no longer felt guilty. All four of the girls were simpering idiots. Tiffany had convinced them that the big suppositories would protect them from pregnancy, so they had gone along with the crazy scheme. Claire had been using the same kind of birth control when she got pregnant with Lori. "You have to tell your parents what happened." she told the girls once she had them huddled together outside the room. "If you don't, we have to. In fact, we have to anyway. You can tell them yourselves, and when we contact them they'll already know and tell us they know. But, when we tell them we're going to tell them that you were told to inform them. So you may as well do it yourselves. If you're going to try to act adult, you also have to take responsibility for what you choose to do." None of the girls liked that idea, but they were left with little choice. They left for their rooms, heads down, feet dragging. On the way back to the room Claire spoke. "You know, if they can't do it... we really shouldn't do it either." He looked at her. "Ever again?" "No silly," She blushed at the hurt in his voice. It made her feel good. "Just while we're here. I think my dating life is going to improve when we get back home." "Yes it is. OK, I'm with you," he said. When they got to the room the kids were dressed and watching TV. Claire explained what had happened, and what decision had been made because of what had happened. "That means you two too," she said. Surprisingly, both teens just nodded their assent. They knew what was likely to happen without those four players, and it sobered them. Chuck and Claire presided over a very quiet bed check that night. The news had spread. The night passed uneventfully, though all of them had a hard time getting to sleep and talked for several hours into the night in the darkened room. The next day the four players suited up, but sat on the bench. The four cheerleaders were also benched, but they wore civilian clothing so they wouldn't stand out in the crowd. The first half went as expected, and the team was twenty-one points behind at the half. Parents who had come to see the game, driving for hours, began to approach Chuck and demand to know why four of his best players weren't in the game. Two sets of those parents were Frank's and Danny's. It almost got ugly. First Frank's father tried to play it all down, but Chuck insisted that rules were rules. Then Mr. Zeliff demanded to know why he wasn't called and notified when the... infraction... had been discovered. Chuck explained that the kids had been given the option of telling their parents first. The two men began to bluster, but their wives, thinking, no doubt about what the parents of the girls involved would say when THEY found out what had happened, pulled their husbands away forcefully. It should have been a slaughter. But Chuck found out that if you take four second and third stringers, who were motivated by the fear of public humiliation, they played a lot better than he thought they would. The rest of the team knew their honor was on the line too, and even though they started the game down and angry that the coach wouldn't let their friends play, by halftime they knew they'd have to deal with it or lose. Claire never found out what Chuck told them in the locker room. She heard that all four boys apologized for putting the game at risk and demanded that their replacements be given every opportunity to succeed. And, in the second half, the team bounced back. They were, for the most part, a passing team, but they employed the run more than half the time in the second half. Charlie, sure that he'd be killed if he were tackled by the opposing linemen, decided that dancing and twisting his way OUT of those tackles was the way to go. He had a talent for it too, that he'd never known before. The first time he scored a touchdown, it was on a thirty-five yard run that caused him to have to leave the field after it was over. He had almost peed his pants and was so weak he just ran off the field. He regained a significant measure of aplomb when he was attacked by elated teammates who pummeled him and shouted insanely. Another boy, a second string running back was smaller than Danny had probably ever been, and the holes the line opened for him seemed big enough to drive a truck through. He carried the ball twelve times and always got at least eight yards on each carry. On one carry he was finally brought down at the one yard line. In the end, they lost, but it was only by two points. Oddly, compared to what they had thought would happen, the team was upbeat about it. They had discovered that they'd have a decent team the next year, and that teamwork paid off. It was a valuable lesson. Chuck took a lot of heat from school officials, though, instigated primarily by Frank Zeliff's father, who demanded that Chuck be disciplined for "losing control of the team" and for having "insufficient chaperones to adequately supervise the students." He made his demand at a school board meeting. No one had mentioned in public why the four boys were benched. All Chuck had said to the Mr. Black, the principal, was that they broke non-negotiable rules. So, when put against the wall at the school board meeting, Chuck stood up and said "I made rules. It doesn't matter what they were. All that matters is that they were broken and the kids knew what would happen if I found out they were broken. I stand by my decision." A school board member, a friend of Tom Zeliff, who had brought the complaint, asked "Mr. Bondurant, what rule exactly was broken?" Tom Zeliff started waving, trying to get his friend to withdraw the question, but the man didn't see him. He thrust his chin forward belligerently. Chuck looked at Mr. Zeliff, who tried to wave him off too. But by then he was pissed that this whole thing had been blown out of proportion. "The players were caught... being involved sexually... with four of the cheerleaders," he stated flatly. When the pandemonium died down - and that took a while - the board members wanted to know all the salacious details. Chuck wouldn't tell them. He said that information had been given to the parents involved, and that, as far as he was concerned, it was in their hands. If THEY wanted to make the details public, then THEY could, but HE wasn't going to. Then he sat down. The board members wouldn't drop it, though. They were under the impression that, since they were elected officials, they had some kind of right to know about the details of the allegations. When Chuck wouldn't tell them, then they demanded that, since a decision had to be made concerning whether or not the kids would be suspended or expelled from school, they had to know the details.Chuck stated that, since they were not actually school officials, and couldn't suspend or expel anyone, it would be a violation of the kids' privacy to tell them what had happened.One board member, Paul Stevenson, stood up. "Mr. Bondurant, who were the girls involved in this incident?"At this point only Frank Zeliff had been identified to the public at large, and then only because his father had decided to try to throw his weight around. Those who had been at the game knew which players had been benched, and a few officials in the school knew. But Chuck had told no one who the girls were. The team knew, and the cheerleaders all knew, of course, but they had closed ranks upon returning to the school and finding themselves in the limelight."The girl's parents have been notified. I don't believe the names of the girls are pertinent to the issue in this meeting, mister Stevenson." said Chuck."I don't believe you want to keep your job Mr. Bondurant," said Stevenson."That's the first thing you've said all night that I agreed with," said Chuck. And he got up and walked out. The news flew like wildfire through the community. Coach Bondurant had caught kids having sex! Of course everyone in town knew that kids had sex, so that wasn't odd. But the Coach wouldn't give the names publicly, and that was something the gossip mongers just couldn't resist. The boys' names were assumed, of course, because people at the game had seen them sitting on the bench. Rumors flew and everybody was unhappy. Parents grilled their kids, but the kids all decided that the adults were being nosey and stayed clammed up. Mr. Black explained to Chuck that, by contract, he had to stay the rest of the school year, and couldn't just walk out. Chuck agreed, but stated that if he started getting hassled by the school board, or began to get "disciplined" for stupid things, he'd leave and they could sue him if they wanted to. Since Mr. Black knew the names of the kids involved, and agreed with Chuck that their situation should be handled by the parents, he agreed. He was also under a lot of pressure, except that no one knew that he actually knew the names. Thankfully, even with all the noses poking into his business, Chuck was relieved that no one seemed to have found out that he had stayed in a room with a female chaperone. That would have blown the lid off things even more. Back at home Bobby, Lori and Claire tried to settle back into what had been routine before the trip. It was impossible. As Claire lay in her bed she couldn't help but wonder what her children were doing. Her bed suddenly seemed too big... and too empty. Every night she reminded herself to get Lori to the Doctor to get a prescription for the pill. Every morning she lost herself in work and forgot. Lori never reminded her. Claire was bent over her desk working on several files when a shadow fell across her desk. She looked up irritably. Nancy, her secretary, knew she didn't want to be interrupted and should have called her first. Chuck was standing at her desk, a half smile on his face. "Hi, I just thought I'd come in and check on my loan," he said. Claire sat back and watched his eyes drop to her chest before coming back up to her face. "Your loan was final a month ago," she said. "We cut you the check and it was cashed. I checked." "My, my, no sense of humor at all today," he said, that maddening grin coming to his face. "You need to eat something... get your blood sugar up. You'd feel better." he said. "All work and no play can make a girl cranky." "This is a fine time to suggest... play," she said, her mood lightening. "Kids still get recess at lunchtime. Why shouldn't we?" he smiled. "So, where do you want to eat lunch?" asked Claire. His eyes were so brown and deep. "I figured what with you having two teenagers and all, you're bound to have a jar of peanut butter and loaf of bread," he said. "My house?" she said meekly. She knew exactly what would happen if she got him alone at her house. "I don't have any peanut butter at my house," he said. Claire felt herself melting inside. She hadn't done this for years. The prospect of having him pressing her to the bed again suddenly made her pussy so wet she was afraid she'd leave a spot on her chair. "Come o,." she said, rising quickly. She forced herself not to look at the chair. On her way out she said, "Nancy, I'm going to lunch. I don't know when I'll be back." Nancy, who had told Chuck that Ms. Richardson didn't wish to be disturbed, had been disarmed by his grin and his statement that he'd take all the blame if she got mad. She looked at her boss with wide eyes. She could see that Claire was... agitated. "Is everything OK?" she asked. Claire waved a hand hurriedly. She was afraid Nancy would smell her arousal. "Fine... it's just lunch." Chuck grinned and mouthed "Thanks," to the secretary. Nancy, who knew her boss pretty well after three years, sat back in her chair. Could it be that the Ice Queen was beginning to thaw? When they got to the house Claire led Chuck up to the door and fumbled with the keys. She got inside and was so agitated she couldn't turn around and face him. She couldn't believe what he did to her self control. "Claire?" he said softly. "What?" she said, looking down at the floor. "Are you OK with this?" he asked, coming up behind her. He placed his hands gently on her hips. "I don't want to push you into anything." "Oh, you're not pushing me anywhere." she sighed leaning back against him. "I'm just helpless when I'm around you." His hands slid around to her front and up to cup her breasts. His lips were at her ear. "Good," he said. "I'm not hungry for peanut butter sandwiches any more. Where's your bedroom?" Her hands had come to cover his, pressing them to her breasts, and she was breathless as she took one hand and pulled him to her bedroom. Once there she was able to turn and face him. "I needed you so badly," she moaned. "But you haven't called since we got back." "I wanted you to have some time to think," he said. "I was afraid you thought we were all perverts," she sighed. "I see two kids who love each other." he said, unbuttoning his shirt. "I see a boy who loves his mother." He started on his pants. "I see a woman I love and can't do without, whether she loves her son differently than society approves of or not." "We haven't done anything," objected Claire. "I don't want to share you with him," said Chuck, baring his stiff prick and making Claire's breath catch in her throat. She was still completely dressed. "But I will if I have to." Claire felt dizzy. She had tried not to think about how Bobby felt about her, and had forbidden herself to think about how she might react if she were naked with her own son. When that happened she thought of Chuck and masturbated with her eyes tightly closed. "I need you now," she gasped. "For a woman who needs me so badly, you sure are overdressed," he chided. He came to her and began to unbutton her white silk blouse. Her hands scrabbled and buttons flew. Her bra opened in the front and it flopped apart as she released it. His fingers had unzipped the short zipper of her gray wool skirt and she pushed it down hurriedly. Today she had worn a garter belt instead of panty hose, but her panties were under it. She pushed at her panties unsuccessfully and whimpered with frustration. "Leave them," said Chuck, pushing her to the bed. "I'll take care of them." He pushed her down on the bed and she writhed, wanting to feel his weight on her. His hands went to her thighs and she raised her hips to let him take her panties off. Instead, he pulled them aside and burrowed his face into her wet pussy. She had never done this before. Denny refused to put his mouth on her sex... had basically refused to do anything other than take her missionary style. The feeling of his tongue in her slot made her face hot and she was afraid she'd burst a blood vessel. She let out an agonized groan as his tongue stabbed into her sex and then his lips found and sucked in her clit. "Ohhhh you're killing meeeeeee," she moaned, her head turning from side to side. He stopped and her head came up off the bed in panic. "OH Don't stop! Please don't stop," she pleaded. "More later." he said, fisting his cock and crawling up to nestle it into her slot. "But now let's do this." He pushed, the side of his cock scraping along her panties where they had been pushed aside. Always before he'd been an ardent and almost violent lover. But this time he inched into Claire, staring into her eyes. As he seated himself in her he said "I love you Claire Richardson." Claire's emotions overcame her and she bawled, grabbing at him and pulling him to her, her hands on his ass, gripping and pulling fiercely. She sobbed, but her actions made it clear what she wanted and he began to rod her pussy with long, strong strokes. They thrashed together, straining and thrusting against each other, their kisses sloppy. Claire's makeup smeared and ran but, had she been able to see it she wouldn't have cared at that point. She ached to feel her release and when it came she sobbed again, surrendering to the feeling of being in love again, her pussy clasping and gripping the penis of the man she loved. And, when he groaned and she felt his cock swell and spurt, the hot liquid she could feel splashing in her was something she knew she'd crave. At that precise point she also decided she wouldn't go see the doctor after all. She wanted this man's seed to take root in her, and to grow into a baby they could raise. She didn't care if he married her or not... if they lived together or not... she just wanted a piece of this man with her forever.When they collapsed, both gasping for breath, he murmured the words in her ear again, wonderingly, as if he were surprised himself at the emotion in is voice. "I love you."It had happened so quickly that, when she looked at her watch, Claire realized only ten minutes had passed. She told him so. "We have time to go again," she said hopefully.He smiled at her, but then frowned. "I have to talk to you about something."There was something in his voice that made Claire's inner self take a figurative breath to scream in anguish. It was the unspoken sound of a man saying goodbye to a woman and she wanted to put her hands over her ears."You're leaving," she gasped.He sat up, surprise across his face. "Who told you?" he asked.His confirmation of her fear cut through her like a rusty saber, tearing her heart. She began to cry again, but this time it wasn't from joy.Chuck rolled toward her and held her. "No... don't cry... Claire?... I got a job offer," he said.She had known deep inside her that his tenure at Hillsdale High was numbered in mere months. The fiasco at the school board meeting had assured that. But she'd tried to push that out of her mind, hoping against hope that things would work out.Chuck cupped her chin. "Claire, it's not like I'm leaving tomorrow. And it doesn't have to be the end for us.""Why" she sobbed. "Where is this job offer?""Southeast State wants me to coach their football team. Head Coach, Claire."Southeast State had just had their first miserable season after several years of winning game after game, beating schools that were much bigger than they were. This whole end of the State was proud of them and almost everybody had the colors of the Southeast State Tigers on their car, or flying from their flag pole, or even painted on the curb with their address numbers. But their coach of some nineteen years had announced he was going to retire at the end of the season. He had thought it would spur his team to win one last season for him, but, instead, they were demoralized and lost all but two games.But they had the talent to win. What they needed was a coach to put the heart back in them. It was a wonderful opportunity for someone like Chuck, and Claire knew it. But Southeast State was in Carrolton."That's a hundred and fifty miles away," she whined."A mere three hour drive," he said, cupping one of her breasts."You'll be surrounded by all those college girls, with their firm round asses and those impossibly firm tits." she moaned. "You won't even want to think about an old hag like me."He pinched one nipple - hard - and Claire yelped and sat up, batting his hand away. "What'd you do that for?" she groused, rubbing the offended nipple."I was trying to bring you back to your senses," he said. "If you have any left.""But it's so far away," she pointed out. "And you'll be busy coaching. I know how much time you spend with High School boys. I can only imagine it will be longer with that team. Especially when they start winning again."He grinned. "I'm please you have faith in my abilities. Now, just find a way to have faith in my love for you. We'll figure something out. I can't in good conscience ask you to quit your job and marry me, because while this is a plum, the pay's not all that magnificent. And I assume Bobby and Lori are planning on college, so it wouldn't be fair to them to ask you to do that either. But we'll figure out something. OK?"Claire wanted to believe that he was right, that things would work out. She hugged him fiercely, which led to kisses, which led to groping, which led to Claire climbing on top of him and riding him, holding her hands on his muscular chest, forcing him to let her have two more orgasms before she said he could cum in her again. The look in his eyes as he watched her use his prick convinced her that he really did love her.Later, when she looked in the mirror in the bathroom, she almost screamed. Her mascara had run, making her look like a KISS groupie. Her lipstick was smeared, her rouge was brown and pasty looking. Her hair looked like rats had nested in it for years. She made such sounds that Chuck came into the bathroom to see what was wrong."What's WRONG?" she shouted. "I look HIDEOUS! That's what's wrong!""What are you talking about. You're gorgeous." he said. He reached around her to cup her breasts again and gave them a squeeze. "You're so gorgeous I want to go again. OK? HMM? One more time?"His antics got her laughing and his attitude about her appearance, more than anything else he'd said or done, convinced her that he really did love her. If he could act that way when she looked like a Titanic survivor... he really loved her.Because of the time it took her to repair her makeup and hair, Claire didn't walk back into her office until an hour and a half after she'd left. Since Claire usually didn't take lunch at all, unless it was with a client, Nancy paid particularly close attention to how she looked. There were little telltale signs. There were a few wrinkles in the blouse, because it had lain on the floor instead of having been hung up. Her hair had been changed slightly, as if it had required an extensive brushing. She was wearing a different color of lipstick than she had been when she left. But most obvious of all was her relaxed posture, the confident way she walked and the smile on her face. Claire Richardson had the look of a well-fucked woman.Nancy was thrilled. While Claire was gone she'd made a friendly bet with Shirley, over in accounting, and stood to make some made money if she could find a way to get Claire to admit she'd been laid over lunch. It was the look in that hunky man's eyes when he led Claire away that had convinced Nancy to find Shirley and make the bet.Nancy followed Claire into her office and waited until she'd sat down. "Yes Nancy?" said Claire, as if she'd never left her desk at all."Do you want me to arrange to send him some flowers?" asked Nancy.Claire's head jerked. "Women don't send men flowers!" she said. Then she thought about how she hadn't been in the dating field for years and years, and things might have changed. "Do they?" she added.Nancy smiled. "They do if they had more than one orgasm." She was taking a chance. She knew Claire well, and they were as friendly as a boss and employee could be, but it was still a chance.Claire blushed. But she was an adult, and she wasn't ashamed in any way of how she felt about Chuck."Better make it two dozen then." said Claire. She grinned at her secretary. She wrote Chuck's name on a piece of stationary and handed it to Nancy. "Have them charge it to my personal account. The bank's not paying for this one."Nancy was smiling from ear to ear when she left. She suddenly stopped and turned back around. "I almost forgot. Mister Phinneas wanted to see you when you got back. It didn't sound like he was mad about anything."Claire almost groaned. Clyde Phinneas was the president of the bank. While he had never said or done anything improper, his eyes raked up and down her figure every time he saw her. She was always on her guard around Clyde. But he was the boss, so she got up and strode toward his office on the other side of the building."Yes sir?" she said as she walked into his office.He looked up from the papers on his desk and, true to form, his eyes went from her face to her chest, and then down, before slowly drawing back up to her face. "Sit down Claire." he said.She sat in the chair farthest from his desk and waited. Clyde was hard to read, but he didn't look too happy."This... difficulty with coach Bondurant... It's very unpleasant," said Phinneas.Claire's stomach did a flip flop as she realized Phinneas didn't look happy at all.CHAPTER EIGHTClaire had been ready to talk about a lot of issues she was associated with at the bank. It had never occurred to her that the subject of Chuck might come up."Yes," she said shortly."I believe you're dating coach Bondurant. Is that correct?" he asked.Claire felt heat beginning to build in her chest. "Yes sir, though I can't imagine why that would be any of your concern," she said. She immediately wished the heat in her chest hadn't been so obvious in her voice."You're aware that Paul Stevenson is a member of the board of directors for this bank," said Phinneas flatly. "He's concerned that there may be some public perception that your... association with the coach... may reflect poorly on the bank." He sat back and watched to see what Claire would do."That's ridiculous,s" said Claire. "And you know it."Phinneas smiled a tight little smile. "Mister Stevenson has suggested that, if you should see fit to identify the children whose behavior ruined the chances for our school to have a state championship, he would be assured of your loyalty, and would have no guilty feelings about recommending that we retain you in your current... sensitive position."Claire wanted to rage at the man. But she took a breath. "Mister Phinneas, I have been with this bank for ten years. No one has ever had any complaints about my performance. You, yourself, have given me the highest marks during annual evaluations. Mister Stevenson is just mad because he couldn't bully Chuck into divulging the names of those kids. And now he's trying to bully you too, mister Phinneas. Well, he won't bully me. You have my promise on that.""And, if it comes to loggerheads - I'm not saying it will, you understand - but if it does, what would you choose to do?" he asked.Claire was a little confused. It was almost like the man was giving her a choice. It might only be the choice of being fired or being allowed to resign, but why would he care?"As I said, sir, I know my job, and I do it well. My percentage of loans in default is two percent, mister Phinneas. You know that. Any bank in the state would be happy to have me." She started to stand up. She was prepared to walk out and never look back. That was a result of her anger, though, and not rational thought."Claire, please... sit down," said Phinneas.Claire would never be able to tell anyone just why she decided to stay. She wanted to wag her ass at the man on her way out, sort of a "wave goodbye to this, you prick, because you'll never get your hands on it for SURE!" kind of body language. But, she sank back down in the chair and waited.Phinneas sat up straight, businesslike, and shuffled some papers on his desk. "You are entirely correct, of course. You are one of the best loan officers I've seen in my life. You're wasted here in this one-horse town. You need to be at our corporate headquarters. I believe you are aware of where headquarters is?"Claire knew exactly where headquarters was. It was in Carrolton... a hundred and fifty miles away.Phinneas went on. "I've had a phone call from Rod Brown. As you know he oversees all the loan officers for headquarters. He tells me he could use a right hand man... or woman, to take charge of training loan officers across the state how to achieve loan default rates below ten percent. Are you interested?"Claire stared at the man, who suddenly had what looked suspiciously like a twinkle in his eye."You'd have to move your family to Carrolton, of course, but the move would be covered by your benefits. And your salary will be roughly doubled. Aren't your children about ready to start college? I hadn't thought of that. That would be convenient, wouldn't it? And I believe they have a good sports program at the college there... for your son... of course."He was smiling now.Claire felt weak. She sat up anyway, though, and nailed Phinneas with her stare. "You know about the job offer, don't you?" she said.He grinned. "Of course, my dear, I just gave it to you."Claire shook her head. "The OTHER job offer. You knew about that before I came in here!""Rod is an old buddy of mine." confided Clyde. "And a football fanatic. When he heard rumors that Southeast State had offered the coaching job to some young buck from our town he called me to get the skinny on what kind of coach he was. We just got to talking and... well, you know the rest."Claire was as astounded as if she'd seen a flying saucer. Up to this point in time, Clyde Phinneas was the coldest man she'd ever met. He rarely smiled, never chit-chatted and didn't appear to have a heart at all, much less a heart of gold."What about mister Stevenson?" she asked."He's an asshole." said Clyde, as if he talked that way every day. "All he's going to see is your house being packed up and you leaving town. I'll tell him that's what putting pressure on people results in. He'll owe me big time. By the way, I want you to choose your replacement, and I want you to train him or her first when you get to the big time. That's part of the deal, OK?"Claire stood up. She felt shaky. She walked around his desk and pulled him to his feet by his hands."I need a hug, mister Phinneas." she said. His eyes looked shocked. She pressed her lush body against his and whispered in his ear. "Mister Phinneas... once... just this once... I'd like you to squeeze my buttocks."She felt his hands slide very tentatively to her round bottom, whereupon they gave a convulsive, tiny, little squeeze. She pushed him away and smiled. "Thank you sir... for everything. I misjudged you, and I'm sorry. I'll try not to make that mistake again."He looked back with slightly glazed eyes. "Could I have one more little squeeze?" he whispered."No," she said sternly. But, before she left, she stepped closer and pecked him solidly on his lips.As she left he called out, "I'll have the movers get in touch with you."It was a testament to her feelings as a mother that she talked with her children first. There was the initial resistance to moving from the only place they'd ever called home. She'd expected that, and she let them vent. Then she mentioned that, since they wanted to stay to finish the school year, and since who knew how long it would take to sell the house, perhaps they could be trusted to live there with a little minimal supervision, such as occasional visits from Chuck, while she went on ahead and found a place in Carrolton for them all to live in."Of course, with you two about ready to go off to college and leave me all alone I might look for something with only two bedrooms. I know that means you'd have to share a room until Bobby moves out. And then, when you go to college, Lori, I could turn it into a home office or something." She watched as what that meant sunk into their teenaged brains."We'd have to... share?" asked Lori, looking sideways at her brother."Yes, I know how that must disappoint you." said Claire. "And what with beds being so expensive and all, I might just buy one big one, instead of two little ones. And it would only be until you both go off to college. I know you could just live there and go to Southwest State, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to live together in that little room all through college or anything. But remember, I can always turn the job down. If staying here another year means that much to you..."Claire almost laughed as Lorie squeaked "NO! Mom... really... this is important for you! I mean this is a big promotion, isn't it?""Twice the money," said Claire."You've sacrificed so much for us over the years," noted Lori. "It's only right that we sacrifice a little for you. Don't you agree Bobby?"Bobby just grinned and hugged his sister, kissing her soundly. Then he let her go and hugged his mother tightly."Thanks mom," he whispered in her neck. She shivered as she felt his hard body pressed hard against hers. On impulse she kissed him on the lips... not too long... but warmly. "You're welcome sweetheart," she said when she pulled back."Hey!" barked Lori. "Hands off! You have your own man." She giggled. "Unless you want to share. I might be convinced to share some more." She laughed gaily and pulled Bobby away from his mother. "Come on," she yipped. "Let's go plan."As they disappeared toward the bedrooms, Claire wondered how much planning they'd do and how much... other they'd do. She decided to go find Chuck and talk to him next."THAT meeting went well!" Claire sighed to herself as she lay, sweaty and sperm soaked in Chuck's bed. He had worked himself up to a fever pitch at the idea that they would be together. He'd proposed to her with his prick jammed almost into her womb and she'd accepted as his semen rushed into her unprotected belly. She told him about the conversation with the kids, laughing and squirming as he suckled at her engorged nipples and then, when she told him that Lori had suggested sharing men he rolled back on top of her and deposited another load of baby batter in her welcoming uterus.As they lay there resting after that second wild ride, he turned his head to her. "You can't let me supervise them while you're gone. If Lori comes on to me I might not be able to resist."Claire lay there staring at the ceiling. So much had changed in her life. The changes made it seem like she'd been asleep, dreaming a drab and boring existence, and had finally wakened to a world full of color and passion and love. She never wanted to dream again. Her own real life was so much better. Part of those massive changes had to do with her children. She hadn't know who they really were until that fateful weekend at the football tournament. And she'd resisted letting them BE who they were, because it was strange and different. She thought about Clyde Phinneas, and how wrong she'd been about him. Somewhere along the way she'd decided, somehow, that what her children shared was something precious and, while it couldn't be honored publicly, because the public just wouldn't understand, she could honor it herself. That sharing was based on lust, as much as it was love, in Claire's opinion, and they might grow apart as the years went by and find more conventional partners. That would probably be better in the long run, but she couldn't deny them the love they now shared. And, she felt completely unafraid of losing her lover and future husband to her daughter. She felt more secure with Chuck than she ever had with Denny, and she'd known him far less time. If anything happened between them it would be lust alone, more than likely.That led her to the obvious progression of thought that, if Chuck were to climb on top of Lori as they sated that lust, she and Bobby would probably end up naked and sweaty together in bed too. She looked at that thought from several different places in her mind, trying to find one that screamed against it. There had been a scream in her mind at one time... but now she couldn't seem to find it. If she coupled with her son it would be simple lust too, even though they loved each other. But she was surprised to find that her mind didn't recoil at all any more at the prospect of feeling her son climb between her thighs."Claire?" prompted Chuck. She had been silent a long time.She turned her head. "Think about you... with Lori... and me... with Bobby." She let that sink in. "How does that make you feel?"To his credit he did think about it for a moment. "I don't know," he finally said."Does anything in your mind scream that it shouldn't be?" she asked."No... there are some doubts, but nothing screaming. Does that make me a pervert?" he asked."I don't think so." she said. "I think that makes you human. Society created all these rules about this kind of thing, but before the rules we were just... human." Her hand strayed to his arm and she stroked it. "Nothing screams at me either." she said."Wow," said Chuck."Yeah... wow," repeated Claire."Why don't we just play that by ear," suggested Chuck."I don't think it's her ear you want to play with," said Claire, slapping his arm lightly.He rolled over. "I love YOU," he said. "And it's YOU I want to be with." He kissed her and she knew he meant it."I believe you," she said simply. "One more time?""You wrung me out good and proper, lady." he said, smiling wanly. "I think I'm done.""We'll just see about that," said Claire. She sat up and dove down onto his flaccid penis, sucking it into her mouth and humming.It took a while, but she got her third pussyful before she stopped.If Claire had thought the kids would be surprised and amazed that Chuck had asked her to marry him, or that she had agreed, she was sadly mistaken. They were elated.They met together as a family, including Chuck in the plans, giving his opinions full weight. Not that there were any arguments about what should be done, really. Lori flirted with Chuck outrageously, and got called on it time and again, by Bobby or her mother. Chuck never said a word. But he didn't flirt back. It was like her teasing comments bounced off a solid brick wall.Claire, on the other hand, was much closer to Bobby than she had been in the past. She'd left off hugging him and kissing his cheek when he entered puberty, thinking that he wouldn't want that kind of attention from his mother now that he was "a man". But she found touching him made her heart melt, so she did that a lot these days. They weren't sexual touches. Gripping his forearm while talking to him, or rubbing his shoulders while he sat and studied, leaning against him, shoulder to shoulder as they did dishes together... little touches. And she gave both him and Lori pecks on the lips as they left the house, or returned. There were fewer arguments, even though Claire's rules as a mother didn't change, with the exception that Claire didn't pay much attention to whether Lori and Bobby slept in their own rooms.She did, however, get Lori a prescription for the pill. Lori hadn't had a period since Claire had found out she and Bobby were having unprotected sex, but wasn't due for another week, so they wouldn't know for sure until then. It might be much too late to close that particular barn door. On the other hand, if it wasn't already too late, there was no sense taking further chances.Lori's teasing came to a head the night before Claire was due to drive off to Carrolton to begin her new job. She'd only be gone a week this first time, since the Holidays were close upon them, and she'd have time to come back home, or look for a new one, whichever she needed to do.Dinner was finished, and a movie had been rented. Chuck was sitting on the couch while Bobby put the tape in the player. Claire and Lori were finishing up the dishes; Lori washing and Claire drying. It was for that reason that Lori got finished first, dried her hands and went directly to sit on her future step-father's lap. She giggled as she plopped down."I don't remember sitting on my daddy's lap. This is kind of nice," she giggled, squirming.Chuck had had all he could take. He lifted his right hand and cupped her braless breast through her T shirt, squeezing her nipple. "I bet you don't remember him doing that either." he said seriously.Claire walked in to see Lori's shocked surprise at being groped. Leaving them alone to work it out she went up behind Bobby and slipped her hands around his waist to rest on his hard stomach. He was too tall to put her chin on his shoulder, so she leaned around his arm, dragging her breasts across his back. "What are we watching?" she asked."The Summer of '41" he said, leaning into her. "Or my sister trying to seduce your fiancé," he added.They both turned to see Chuck, still fondling Lori's breasts, only this time with his hand under her shirt, while she kissed him."Should they be doing that?" asked Bobby, a tinge of jealousy in his voice."Should we be doing this?" asked Claire, and she lifted her lips to her son's.Bobby's response was almost animal. He kissed her back hungrily, his tongue flashing out of his mouth and his hands dropping to the same buttocks that she had let Clyde Phinneas squeeze only a few weeks ago. He pulled her against his obviously hard penis.Then he broke away and leaned back as far as he could with his mother holding him tightly."Don't start something you can't finish Mom," he warned.There was a squeal from Lori as Chuck pulled her down and rolled on top of her on the couch. Her T shirt had somehow gotten in a pile on the floor. She let him settle between her legs. Even though she was wearing jeans and he was fully clothed, they looked completely sexual about what they were doing. Chuck's mouth sought out the cheerleader's nipples as she squealed some more."They're using the couch. That only leaves the bed for us," said Claire, her voice deep with feeling.Bobby picked her up, carrying her like she was a little girl. She leaned against his chest as he took her and laid her gently on the bed in her room. She didn't know if that was a claim by him that he was taking her in her own bed, or if something deep inside him didn't want to use the bed he fucked his sister on. And she didn't much care at the moment. She felt release, and shame, and excitement and fear all at once as her son began disrobing. When his penis was exposed, long and straight, it was like she'd never seen it before.He stood, frozen, as Claire slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her lacy bra."Are these what you dreamed of?" she asked. Her fingers went to the front catch and she undid it, but only let the bra come apart a few inches."You do it," she whispered.His hands came out and, so gently that she could only tell by the cool air on her nipples, he lifted the cloth and moved it aside."You're so beautiful," he whispered."You used to suck from them." said Claire, feeling a stab in her loins as she anticipated him nursing her again.He leaned down and licked one nipple with just the tip of his tongue and then dropped his face into her full breast and sucked, making little noises, much like he had when he was a baby.Claire pushed her pants down while he sucked, alternating from one breast to the other, but she could only get them just past her buttocks without dislodging him."My pants," she gasped, her pussy now wet.He left off her breasts reluctantly, licking and then sucking again and finally licking a nipple again before standing up. Her pubes were exposed and the way he looked at them made her want to cover herself. Instead she raised one leg so he could pull that pant leg off. He pulled both at once and she lay quietly, legs together, arms at her side."Let me see," he said."I can't," she moaned. "I want to but I can't."His hands moved to her knees and under HIS pressure, she let her knees begin to move apart. Her knees came up off the bed naturally, bringing her heels closer to her buttocks as she made the saddle he'd mount her in."Beautiful," he whispered.Then, almost too fast for her to react, he climbed on the bed and between her thighs, lying down on her soft body and kissing her mouth. Again his tongue dueled with hers as he ground his groin against hers. He seemed intent on kissing her forever, but now that she'd decided to do this, she wanted to feel him in her. She reached between them, making a fist to cause him enough discomfort that he'd raise up and, when he did she found his cock and directed it to her sopping pussy. Still kissing her he rammed forward instantly and then stopped, buried deep as he moaned into her mouth.She squeezed him with muscles she'd brought back into peak shape by using them on Chuck and he surged against her, mashing her clit.He broke the kiss and moaned."Mom, I can't control it. Oh Mom," he sighed as she felt his prick buck and squirt. He was not as big around as Chuck, though he was longer, so much so that she felt his prick digging into her cervix as it propelled his seed into her again and again."It's OK baby." she said soothingly. "Mommy wants your cum." She couldn't say why she used little-boy talk with him. He certainly didn't feel like a little boy, and the fluid he was filling her belly with was little boy-ish only in-so-far as it might MAKE a little boy in her womb. "Mommy loves your hot cum in her belly." she moaned.Bobby grunted and his surges became short strokes, which became longer strokes as he realized he was still hard. Now he was finally doing what he'd dreamed of since his balls began making the stuff he had just soaked his mother's pussy with. His own needs satisfied for the moment, he began to pay attention to the movements and sounds his mother was making. They were different than what Lori did, but similar too and he was able to read that slightly different language. He found that his mother liked a steep angle of attack, and that she liked it when he shoved into her so hard that it made her breasts jiggle. He thought her nose had started running or something, based on the sniffs she suddenly developed, her head coming up off the bed and then bouncing back down. Then he realized she was having an orgasm, but was trying hard to have it quietly, breathing through her nose and keeping her lips tightly closed.There was a distant wail, from the direction of the living room, where it was obvious that a teenage girl was also having an orgasm."Let it loose Mom," he whispered, leaning down to lick a nipple.Claire's eyes popped open and her mouth followed. The sound she made was reminiscent of a singer who is trying to hold a note as long as possible at the end of a song, though the pitch changed, starting low and building higher and higher until it was a high pitched whine of pleasure. Her pussy might have been playing that voice, based on the ripples that seemed to be like the fingers of a Flamenco guitarist on the smoking frets of a guitar.As Bobby pounded her harder, that long whine changed to quick inhales, followed by explosive exhales that powered her vocal chords in ways that sounded vaguely alien. Her head flailed, her hair flying every which way. Her hands alternated between gripping the bedspread with white knuckles, to grasping his waist and pulling him harder into her.Bobby, was used to a teenage girl who knew what an orgasm was, and enjoyed hers immensely, but had no frame of reference to enhance that orgasm emotionally. His mother, entering into this taboo relationship, brought all her passion to their mating and expended it like a machine gunner who knew he had endless ammo.Bobby was shocked at the raw sexuality his mother displayed as she enjoyed his prick.It was still too soon for him to cum again, and he was having a wonderful time poking and prodding his mother, so he just kept on.Back in the living room, Chuck's kisses and groping had led to him lying Lori down on the couch, still dressed in her pants. He attacked her sensitive teenaged breasts, with their sensitive teenaged nipples, using experience that Bobby just hadn't had time to gain. Chuck knew just how hard to bite them, and just how hard to suck on them, without biting or sucking too hard. He knew just how hard to squeeze them, and just how much he could pull them away from her chest, without making the pain she felt uncomfortable. And he knew how to rub her, even through her jeans, in ways that drove her crazy.When she was writhing under his attention, arching her back and thrusting her hips, he stood up and, in seconds, made himself naked. His thick pole jutted at her, like the barrel of a shotgun."Is this what you want little girl?" he asked menacingly. "You want me to stuff you, like I stuff your mother?"Lori was beside herself. She'd seen that penis at work in her mother, but she'd been six or seven feet away. Up close it looked like a baseball bat to her. So there was fear that he'd split her open. But, in another sense, she'd... seen that penis at work in her mother... who had been enjoying it to a HIGH degree. So there was eager anticipation to feel a strange prick in her pussy.All that translated to "Oh please... please... Oh please."Chuck leaned over and unsnapped her jeans, pulling them apart so forcefully that the zipper sang as it jerked apart. She barely had time to lift her hips before he was pulling them down, her panties with them. Unlike her mother, something in her wanted to display herself to this man and, as soon as she could, she flung one leg up on the back of the couch and put the other foot on the floor, spreading herself wide, opening her defenseless pussy to be plundered.Chuck plundered it first with his tongue.Lori wasn't prepared for that. She and Bobby had talked about having oral sex, but fear that it might not be all it was cracked up to be had kept them from trying something that might turn out to be something they wished they'd never done. So, while Lori had thought about what it might feel like, she had no frame of reference to deal with the feelings of having her pussy lips, along with her clit, sucked into his mouth and... chewed on... for lack of a better description. Her hips jerked convulsively and she whined in almost-fright just as he burrowed between her pussy lips to find her clit and sucked just that in. He knew exactly how hard to nip and suck at that too, and Lori felt herself washed away by a tidal wave of feeling as she had an "emergency orgasm". She bucked and grunted and thrusted to the point that it was obvious she was in the throes of passion.Which is when Chuck decided that might be the time to stretch her pussy a little. Like a snake he struck while she was still on cloud nine. He fisted his cock and nosed it between her sloppy pussy lips and, with tightly controlled pressure, began to shove it into her buttery depths.Lori's orgasm turned into something that was half pain from being stretched almost cruelly, and half electrical shock from having the penis stretching her scrape along her clitty like it was trying to rub it off her body. She might have screamed, partly from the pain and partly just to release tension, except that she had no air to scream with. And, by the time she could get some air into her young lungs, Chuck had pulled his sword of love out of her and begun to run her through again. And, by the time she decided what kinds of noises to make with that air she now had in her lungs, he had already set up a rhythm and was fucking her with strokes that pulled out slowly and then slammed into her forcefully enough that her firm teen breasts jumped down and then up once.The sound her mind had planned to make suddenly changed to, "Ohhhh fuck," as it gushed out between her suddenly dry lips."Is this what you wanted?" he whispered in her ear, his body hovering over her so that the only contact they had was his prick in her pussy."Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck," was all she could reply.Suddenly Chuck poked in and held it, rotating his hips in small circles like he was trying to squeeze her clit flat, or maybe unscrew it from her body or something. "Cum for me Lori," he grunted. "Make my prick all wet."Lori had lost her breath again at the savage clitoral stimulation, so when she did cum for him, and around him, she couldn't tell him she was doing it. That didn't matter, because her pussy told him for her as it flexed, loosened and then tightened down to grip him like a Rotweiller grips an intruder."Yeahh, that's it baby," he cooed. "Cum all over my cock. You want a little present from my cock Lori? You want to feel me squirting in there?"Lori nodded frantically and finally got a breath. She used that one in a voiceless wail that was heard upstairs by her mother and brother and her hips finally woke up enough to begin thrusting up at the man. Her efforts almost dislodged him and he expertly dropped his weight on her, pinning her to the couch with his cock, his chest pressing her breasts almost flat.Then he gave jackrabbit thrusts that brought him over the edge and delivered his sperm into her pussy in staccato jets that made her cervical lips a spermy mess as they dipped and opened with her orgasm, sucking his sperm into her young womb. His sperm rushed through them and into her center where, if she'd been on her new birth control pill prescription long enough, there would be no egg waiting.Up in the bedroom Claire had just finished her forth orgasm since spreading her legs for her son. He was still happily lunging into her, a smile on his face, his young arms still strong enough to hold him up so his mother could get the air in her lungs to stay conscious for another orgasm.Finally she pushed at his chest. "Can you cum again baby?" she asked breathlessly."I don't think so," he replied calmly. "It feels really good, but I don't have that... feeling.""Then you'd better stop or I'm not going to be able to get out of bed," she said somewhat sadly. He started to pull out and her hands slapped on his ass, stopping him."I loved this sweetheart, but you know we can't do this a lot... don't you?"He eased back in and kissed her chin. "I know," he said. "I feel lucky for just this one time.""It's not that I don't love this." she said, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles once more. "I'm not on any birth control and I think Chuck and I are going to try to get me pregnant right away when we get married. So we don't want YOU making a little brother or sister in me... right?"Bobby's eyes went unfocused and he thrust into his mother again. "I came in you tonight," he said unnecessarily."I know baby. I wanted you to. Just this once," she cooed back at him."You want to know something funny?" he asked, his thrusting getting harder."What darling?" asked his mother."I think I could cum again now." He looked down at her, his eyes bright."OK baby," she sighed, pulling him down for a kiss.During that kiss he sent reinforcements to his first load of sperm troopers, who were actively seeking the egg they'd been sent to find and fertilize. If they had failed, his backup swimmers were determined not to.Back in the living room Chuck had rolled off the couch, pulling Lori with him so that she was draped across him like a rug of flesh, her arms and legs hanging limply, her ear turned to his chest. She could hear his heartbeat as it thundered in his chest."I'll never tease you again," she sighed. "I can't take it when I tease you.""You did just fine princess," said her soon-to-be step father. "But I don't think you should tease me either. It's not ladylike. And I think it bothers Bobby.""I love Bobby," she said."I know you do. And loving him means disciplining yourself.""He's upstairs fucking Mommy," she argued."And how do you feel about that?" he asked."His sperm is for me," she said firmly."There you go. I imagine the thought of my sperm soaking your sweet little pussy isn't too happy a thing for him to contemplate either.""But I liked doing this with you," she whined."We can do it once in a while, when they're horny for each other, like tonight. But the rest of the time we should behave ourselves. Deal?""Deal," she sighed.EPILOGUERod's secretary had already hired a Realtor to assist Claire in house hunting, and a suitable house was found within three days. With the raise Chuck would be getting, and the substantial raise Claire already had, the new house, while much more upscale than what she was used to, was easily affordable. It had four bedrooms and three baths, with a formal dining room and huge kitchen.Chuck, being much younger than the former coach, was able to relate with his new players on a level that perked them up. He let them learn from their mistakes and they soon found that his tactics led to scoring, which they liked a lot. He was tougher than the previous coach about accepting gifts, and made it almost impossible to slide through a class, but that only made the majority of players who never would have gotten gifts and who studied their asses off anyway because they knew there would be no NFL contract for them... happier.Now the playing field had been leveled. And, Coach Bondurant had this habit of putting second string players in unexpectedly, and running odd plays, which gave the opposing defense absolute fits. The word spread and people began to want to play for him.The coach's new bride was already two months pregnant as she walked down the aisle to put her ring on his finger. He was as proud as he could be and she was smiling so widely that her face hurt. That baby, when it was born, looked suspiciously like her son's baby pictures. But then they looked an awful lot like Chuck's baby pictures too. She displayed all of them in one frame on the mantle over the fireplace.Lori's new pills worked better than she deserved them to. She and Bobby set up housekeeping in one of the four bedrooms and she stayed on her pills long enough to get through her junior year in college. She stopped taking them as her graduation present to her brother. When he found out, he was insatiable, so much so that, as he used his engineering degree to get a job with a defense contractor, Lori basically just stopped having periods for a few years. When both extra bedrooms were filled to capacity with babies, they finally started looking for their own place. The same Realtor found them a house only three doors down from Claire's.Now there's a crowd of four, five and six year olds running between the houses, cousins who play with each other all the time. "Uncle" Chuck comes to visit Lori once in a while, and Uncle Bobby is comes around every so often to fix something, usually in Claire's bedroom.They're a happy family, all in all, the blues they once experienced are now far away in the past. That's a good place for the blues. END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story ismeant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone actingout such scenarios in "real life" can look forward tomany unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 42 |
onespringday.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/81/onespringday.txt | The day was a spring warm 70* in the park. Lots of shade from a multitude of trees. As I meandered down a cobblestone path rounding a shaded curve in the walkway, an occupied bench came into view. The occupant was a young girl with a large dog also on the bench with its head nestled in the girls lap. As I came closer, I noticed the girl was relaxing with her head resting on the back of the bench, eyes closed. Her hand rested on the dog's head apparently holding the animal snug to her crouch. The dog was eagerly nuzzling the young lady's shorts covered pussy. I stopped near a fat tree and indulged myself in the activity. The girl appeared to be perhaps about in her early teens.As the activity increased, the girl spread her legs wide open. The animals tongue was very active licking. The girl was now moaning, her ass moving forward and back, fucking the busy tongue. I looked around for other walkers but saw no one. I quickly resumed my voyeurism. My cock was in full throbbing erection. I slid my hand down inside my loose shorts and stroked my hard-on. The girl was now hard at fucking her animal. Her moans were getting louder as she approached her climax. Suddenly she stopped; moving the dog's head away from her lap. She quickly unzipped her shorts, pushing the garment down to her knees revealing a bare puffy pussy. I stared at the delightful sight as she spread her knees wide. She pulled the dogs mouth back to her treasure. The animal became more aggressive. The girl moved her free hand to her small tit, massaging with a desperate need as she fucked her partner's tongue. I could hear the dog growling. I was now near my orgasm. I took another look around but no one in sight. She was bouncing on the bench now. She must have cum. Her climax continued few more moments. She was panting. She reached for the dogs unsheathed cock and began to stroke the huge red tool. She moved her free hand to her aroused cunt beginning to masturbate herself as she worked on her partner. The dog soon came inundating her hand and the bench. Her face suddenly screwed up in a erotic grin as she came again.So did I for the second time. She sat for a moment then pulled up her shorts. The dog licked himself clean. I just continue leaning against the tree. She then noticed me standing there. I smiled and murmured thank you. She grinned and waved as she and her dog walked on.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life inany way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously considerseeking professional help.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 81 |
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sexonatrain.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/84/sexonatrain.txt | I married to my husband 4 years ago and things were great until a year ago, after we bought our first house. You see, I work downtown and it's an hour each way by train for me to get to and from work. Ted, my husband, is a plumber and works in the area we bought our home in. The plan was that I would find work close to home, but my boss gave me 5% of the company and a huge rise in pay to stay. We could use the money and it wasn't too bad of a commute at first. After about 6 months though, going with only 5 to 6 hours of sleep I was kind of lost my sex drive and we were down maybe once a week or even less than that in our love making. The worst of it was that I didn't care, I was just too worn out.Ted said that the company he was working for had a job that would be a big pay rise. He would have go out of town for about 3 months and that the was Fairbanks Alaska. This meant there would be no coming home until he finished. I said no at first, but his boss said that he was his best man they had and if he did it they would throw in a week long cruise as well once the job was completed. So Ted asked me if he should do it and I replied that we could use a cruise. So two days later Ted was gone.The weather started to warm up the very next day and being on that train, being push against other people, was not nice at all, but I was thinking about Ted and no sex for 3 months and I didn't notice and back of my hand was rubbing against the guy beside. That wasn't what was wrong though, what was wrong was that my hand was rubbing against his cock and he was hard and now he was pushing back against my hand as well. Realizing what I was doing, I pulled my hand back and took a quick look and the guy. He had a huge smile on his face and he winked at me. Well I must of turned beet red, and he give a little laugh and said he had enjoyed the train ride very much. Thank god the next stop was mine and got off as soon as the doors opened.***About 2 weeks later I had on a short skirt and a loose fitting top with it being still damn hot out. When it happen...At first, I wasn't sure with the train even fuller than normal, but I felt a hand on my thigh, about half way up my leg. At first, I thought it was just someone touching me when the train rounded the corner, but soon the hand was back on my leg again, but higher up my nylons. I knew I should do something then, but what? I wasn't sure which one had their hand on me it was so crowded that I had to stand in the crush. Then the train rocked to one side and the hand was now almost to my ass. I tried to move away, but there was just no room to move, so as I moved back, the hand was now on the cheek of my ass and was rubbing it gently. I do have to say it felt kind of good, then a voice came softly from behind me that it was his turn, and he laughed quietly. I knew that laugh... could it be the same guy? I had to know so I looked over my shoulder and it was the same guy and I noticed that he was younger than me and very good looking. I was going to ask him to remove his hand, but then I felt him fingers go under my panties and rub up and down the crack on my ass. That stopped me, I was getting turned on, thinking that someone might catch us. Then my stop came and I made for the door and once outside I turned around and he blew me a playful kiss. When I got home that night I went right to the couch pulled my skirt up and put 2 fingers on top of my wet panties and rubbed my clit to an immediate orgasm. I'd been suffering sexy thoughts all day long and the release was long overdue. I couldn't believe now turned on I was having a stranger touch me like that and in public too. Hell I was married for a month before I would undress in front of Ted and I let a stranger touch me like that.Why did I let him do that to me? I didn't get what was going on in my head. But the next day I put on an even smaller dress and this time wore tiny tong and as I walked out the door I was thinking, I should turn around and change before get in trouble. But I was feeling like I was being a bad girl and it give me such a thrill. When I boarded on the train I could have sat down but I didn't. What I did do was notice a nice looking guy and stood right in front of him and waited for the train to fill up. Before long I was pushed back against the guy with my ass lined up with his cock. At one point he put his hand on my hip and rubbed against me and I rubbed back. What in fuck was I doing? But it felt so good that I had a small orgasm right then and there. I had to use the washroom at work to remove my tong and dry myself off before starting my day.***After work on my way home I found myself looking for my ass grabber and when I saw him I made my way close to him against stood in front of him. He knew what I was doing, I was being so obvious. Before we even got to the next stop I felt his hand on my nylon incased leg again. I push back a bit and opened my legs a little. Soon his hand was on my ass again and he said in my ear, "Thanks for taking your panties off."I forgot I hadn't put them back on and as his fingers are working at my ass cheeks and start running his finger along my pussy lips. I let out a soft moan and he works a couple fingers in me. Soon I could feel my wettest running down my inner thighs as he again works his fingers even faster into me. It was a good thing he put his other arm around me because I had the biggest orgasm of my life and my legs were like rubber and if he didn't have a hold on me I would've fallen to the floor. We were near my stop and as I was about to work my way to the door I saw a boy of about 13 or 14 smiling at me and he put a finger in his mouth like he was fucking it and winked. I was shocked, he must have seen what I did with the strange man and I almost came again just with the thought of it. The next day my monthly started so I wore one of my pant suits and I made sure my ass would line up with guy's hands so they could have a feel if they wanted. By the time my monthly was over I was so horny I was going nuts. I even fingered myself on the train as I wondered what happened to my good looking stranger. Two days later the train was totally packed and I had a new mini skirt on, nylons and no panties, and as I got pushed back by the crowd, an arm went around me and pulled me back to a firm body. Soon I voice said that he had missed me. I felt a hand go under my skirt and soon enough there were fingers in me. Before I could cum he pulled his fingers out and something a lot bigger started working its way in me.I soon knew he was going to fuck me right there on the train, with all these people around us. Soon he was all the way in and fucking me as the train moved. Then suddenly I froze, I wasn't on the pill anymore and I didn't even knew if he had a condom on. I tried to say something but he either didn't hear me or didn't care. So I tried to pull off him but he held me close and wouldn't let me go, and then the boy I had seen with his finger in his mouth was in there front of me. I couldn't move forward with him in front of me and the man fucking me from behind was thrusting quickly now and my heart fell when that young boy put his hand up my skirt. I knew he could feel a cock sawing its way in and out of me. He smiled and said, "I'm next sexy lady," as he worked my clit making me cum hard. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. As soon as I came down, the kid would go to work on me again making me fire off again and again. I had pussy juice running down both of my legs and if the stranger wasn't still holding me, I would be flat on the floor for sure. That's when I realized that we had passed my stop, some 3 stops ago.At that moment my stranger lover started shooting off in me and I moaned with intense pleasure as I felt him cum in me, it was all so much of a turn on so perverted, so wrong!As he came in me he whispered in my hear that I had the best pussy he'd had ever had. At the next stop a ran off the train, but my two lovers got off as well. There was one other passenger getting off at this stop and he was an old guy who just gave me a dirty look and said, "Slut!" as he walked by me, leaving me alone with the kid and the strange man.Should I write a part two? |
asurprise.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/61/asurprise.txt | It wasn't my first time to visit with Kent's Mom but it was the most memorable. She was a nice lady, my friend's Mom, pretty, good looking in greatways from my point of view as a 17 year old boy full of hormones, when I saw Kent's Mom, I always took a breath, she was, well, a knockout, hair always groomed, eyes that looked into me, just a way of carrying herself that said "sex." So I looked forward to my visits to Kent's house, hoping his Mom would be around to encourage my lusty young boy fantasies. She was, in short, a woman who put a young boy to sleep at night after dreaming about her, masturbating through fantasies with her. I saw myself undressing her as she resisted; she hesitated at first but my cock was out and I put her hand on it, her fingers took hold, feeling how big it was, throbbing in her hand. Her other hand began to caress my balls putting me against her slit. She was wet now, against her wishes I knew, because she was older, she was Kent's Mom, she shouldn't be doing this, we could get caught but I wanted her, soon I was asleep for the next day and school.Then, one day, I went to see Kent at his house but he wasn't home, only his Mom was there. She opened the door, and for some reason was dressed in a different way, strange, she had a dress some waitresses wore, short, barely below her hips and revealing. I learned that was the dress a French Maid wore and we boys all knew about the French, those lascivious creatures who pissed out in the open stalls, took mistresses with abandon, and the French girls, well, we knew about them, too, so I was surprised to see Kent's Mom in a sexy outfit, bare legs, a blouse showing cleavage, and it was nice cleavage, when she opened the door she was surprised and her face went red. I think she had expected someone else which I later found out was true. She was embarrassed for me to see her in her outfit.She invited me in, my dick hard, my dreams coming to mind, feeling her until she couldn't resist, her slender fingers on my cock and balls, this couldn't be happening to me, or could it? I entered and asked for Kent. He wasn't home, he was on a trip to the coast and wouldn't be back until morning. "Would I like a drink?" "Sure," I said. "Well sit down on the couch and I'll get you one. I was expecting someone else." I wondered who it was that deserved such a skimpy outfit in such a pretty woman. What a lucky man he would be. I knew it wasn't me.His Mom brought me the drink and placed it on the table. I could see her cleavage almost to her nipples and thought her nipples were hard and pressed against her little blouse but I wasn't sure if it was my dreams kicking in. I watched her legs as she walked back to the kitchen, "I'll get something for myself and we can visit," she said and climbed the few steps to her kitchen area.What pretty bare legs, I thought to myself. Back she came with a glass of wine and sat across from me. My cock was standing up against the soft shorts I was wearing, hoping she wouldn't notice, wondering if she did. When she crossed her legs I could see her whole thigh. "You're Kent's best friend, I hear. He talks about you and the fun you have." I nodded and sipped my drink. In a few nervous minutes my drink and her wine were gone and she walked again to the kitchen. I followed her as she leaned over the sink and washed our glasses. Her legs were so nice and her tiny skirt so short and my dreams kicked in again. Just then the wine glass fell to the floor. I hastened to catch it before it dropped, just as she did the same. Out hands came together and we laughed as we caught the glass, both bending down to the floor, except, my face and hands were right next to her leg, I looked up at her smile but saw more than that, saw beneath her short skirt, up her legs and was staring at her bare pussy. God! It was a sight, downy light brown hairs, puffy lips, the crack of her bum, and I looked away, of course, from her privates, I let out my breath, "I wasn't expecting you, you know," she said. I could imagine that, we were frozen in time for a moment, my hands released the wine glass and went to her hot flesh. I stood up, and as I stood my hands ran along her legs; she took my hands and looked at me. "How old are you?" she asked. I didn't say anything. She knew I was as old as her son. She held my hands and I could feel her body heat. I was hot now, too, she looked at me, releasing me, I put my hands against her legs, she should have pushed them away with some sly remark about how young I was but she was silent and looking into me. "The friend I was expecting won't be here for awhile," she told me.I knew she was saying we had time. I reached for her holding her bare thighs, she moved into me, her body warm. "You're a naughty boy," she hummed against me. I understood and put my hands under her skirt, feeling her, she was wet and her lips were soft, "Rub me there, you dirty thing," she said. "Put your fingers inside where I can feel them." She moved her legs apart for me and I did what she told me, she was moving her cunt on my fingers, my dreams came to mind, she lifted my shorts and pulled out my cock, she was bold and hot and I was wet too as she took hold and rubbed me between her puffy lips, her clit was hard against me, the hairs on her cunt were teasing the tip of my cock.I couldn't help it; I came between her legs on the kitchen floor as she grabbed my neck, "Don't stop now!" she groaned. She took charge of my hard cock, between her lips, rubbing and stroking herself with it, her hairy curls were arousing my cock, I lifted and pushed and pushed again, her breath grew hot and gasping, she pulled me so hard it almost hurt. Kent's Mom was desperate and panting. I didn't know what woman-coming was but I think it gripped her. She was shaking and senseless and my cock was wet, hot and cool, her cunt was like a mouth kissing my cock and I came again, squirting down her thighs. I kept rubbing and feeling her under her tiny dress until she calmed. "Thank you," she whispered in that sexy voice of hers. "Um, I think I'd better go now," I said, wiping up, going limp, putting my shorts in order. What dreams I would have this night, and every other night!END |
makingbabies31oprahwinfrey.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/celeb/makingbabies31oprahwinfrey.txt | [Author's Note: My sixth Black celebrity "Making Babies" entry.When I was planning this cycle of "Making Babies" stories, I was only sure about the celebrities for the first story and fourth story. But I knew I wanted the third "Making Babies" story to feature a Black celebrity. Like "Making Babies: Lucy Liu" I didn't come up with Oprah Winfrey until "the last minute". Also like the Lucy Liu story, Oprah was the first and only celebrity I thought of for the story (I had wanted an Asian celebrity for the second story).I've been thinking over aspects of how this story will play out over the past few hours, and two things I decided were 1) this story will be semi-parodaic and 2) it will be loosely based on Oprah's childhood.I had certain ideas in mind for this story after I'd briefly read that Oprah lived with her mother until moving to live with her father in her teen years. But then I read up on Oprah's early life on her Wikipedia page. Partly it worked with what I had in mind for this story but the events that took place were too dark and did not fit in to this story. So I'll be greatly fictionalizing this entry of my "Making Babies" series. As always, I hope you enjoy the story and thank you for taking the time to read it ~ G]***[Summer 1967, Rural Mississippi]Oprah Gail Winfrey stood in front of the old full length mirror in her bedroom the junk man had traded her for some old junk her mama had.The thirteen year old stood naked, admiring her chocolate-complexioned figure.Oprah wasn't considered a "classic" beauty. Beauty was seen as been slim or even underweight. Oprah couldn't remember ever being slim. She'd always been on the heavy side. But she knew she had a hot body.Her weight constantly fluctuated but her huge titties always stayed huge as did her ass and thighs.Her huge titties were still high and firm. Her mama saw to that. Her mama got pregnant as a teenage girl. Oprah's father lived in another state, Tennessee. He was a barber. Oprah and her mama lived in the rural town of Kosciusko. She and her mama didn't have much but her mama made sure Oprah's father sent money for child support regularly.He wasn't exactly rich himself but he did live up to his obligation and gave Oprah's mama money. And she made sure part of that money went to good bras."Huge titties need lots of support," Her mama said. "You remember that, you hear?"She said lots of things she told Oprah to remember. Like she may not have been what people called a "classic" beauty "but that didn't mean pig-shit. You are better looking than fifty 'classic' beauties. Shit, than a hundred."So thanks to her mama's concern, Oprah had high, firm titties from having the right support bras.Her titties were capped off by huge round black areolae. When Oprah massaged them her fat, thick nipples would come popping out.Below those huge titties her belly may not have been flat but it was firm enough not to hang over her luscious mass of black pubes. Oprah never shaved. Her mama said "A real woman never shaves her choochie. A real man loves a woman who's hairy between her legs."As Oprah admired her apple-shaped body figure, she slipped a hand down between her thick but firm thighs from lots of walking. She slipped a finger into her black quim. Oprah may have been a big girl but her choochie was tight! She had a hard time getting one finger in it.Shit, Oprah had decided long ago she's never have a Negro's monster cock inside of her. When she gave up her cherry it'd be with a White bread cracker. White boys looked handsome compared to the ugly motherfuckers she'd see around here.Oprah stepped away from her mirror. She'd done enough dilly-dallying. Oprah had promised her mama she'd walk into town and get some stuff for her.She donned her favorite bra then put on an old shirt over it and buttoned it all the way up. She added a long skirt and worn sandals and left.Oprah knew she wouldn't have to walk long. There was always some rich White cracker driving by in his new car who'd offer her a ride. Black folk couldn't afford any cars most of the time but the White folk always had nice cars.Now Oprah didn't hate White folk, especially not rich White folk. And calling them cracker was only because that's what she was used to calling them. Her mama taught her not to hate people because of their color. Hate them because their asshole motherfuckers, no matter what color they were.Her mama always was giving her advice, and telling her someday she'll be rich and famous like those rich White folks. Even though Oprah's mama got pregnant as a teenager, she never told Oprah not to have sex. She told her fucking was beautiful if it was with the right person. Not that she told Oprah to slut around either. She raised her daughter to respect herself.Of course Oprah was no slut. And she knew who were the right people to fuck with. White crackers. Once she was rich MAYBE she'd sample some Black dick.Speaking of White crackers, one come driving past the girl as she walked towards town. When he saw that amazing body he hit the brakes and took a double take. Oprah just smiled. She was used to it.Not all Whiteys were racist motherfucker assholes.He put his car in reverse and stopped alongside Oprah."Hey, little lady," He said in his Southern drawl. "Need a ride somewhere?""Sure," She smiled at him.As he turned his car around Oprah undid several buttons in her shirt. By the time he turned around for her and she got in he was surprised to see the Black girl's hug titty cleavage practically in his face.Having expected that look on his face, and since she got it, she grabbed her shirt and whipped it open for the handsome White cracker.Her favorite bra was low-cut and intentionally exposed her nipples and areolae.Of course Oprah didn't expect his over-sized [for a White cracker at least] dick to tear clear through his tailored trousers."Oh, my..." Oprah smiled.This is where the fun part came. When she did what she liked to do to White men.Reaching out, the Black beauty gripped his large dick and began to masturbate him rapidly. Oprah restrained herself from laughing at the goofy look on his face.Every White boy whose dick she ever masturbated always made a goofy face because of the pleasure she gave him. This White cracker was no exception. His tongue out, and his eyes rolled back in different directions.Oprah loved milking a dick. It always felt so hot and alive in her dark-skinned hand. And most oozed that clear dick cream she liked to feel run down her hand as she pumped it up and down faster and faster.The White boy was gasping and groaning, the sounds Oprah loved to hear. Faster and faster she masturbated his big dick.It wasn't long before she brought him to climax, her huge titties jiggling in her bra from the exertion.He cried out and the first volley of thick white dick cream geyser out all over the windshield, as did the next few. Oprah kept pumping his dick as it spurt and spurt and spurt all over the steering wheel, the dashboard, everywhere.Finally his dick drooped down between his legs and she let go of it, licking his dick cream off of her chocolate-colored hand.Oprah loved the taste of dick cream.They rode the rest of the way in silence, the White cracker taking glances at her still exposed titties now and again.As they neared town Oprah buttoned her blouse back up. When he dropped her off she thanked him and kissed his cheek before getting out of the car.Oprah had to go into several stores for her mama. It'd been forty-five minutes before the full-figured Black girl finished her shopping and started walking back home.It wasn't long before she heard a voice say "We meet again" and turned to see the same White boy pulled up beside her.Oprah smiled, actually glad to see him once more. She leaned in through the open passenger window, unbuttoning a few buttons on her shirt as she did."I see you went and changed your trousers," She teased."I sure did," He smiled brightly. "Next time warn me before you whip those beauties out again.""It sounds like you're offering me another ride...""You bet! Hop in."Oprah opened the car door, put her stuff in the backseat and climbed back in.As he started driving Oprah's hand slipped to his crotch, rubbing his dick through his trousers. As he hardened she removed it from his trousers and marveled at it.Turning off the dirt road, he drove to a secluded spot and parked. He turned to Oprah, and she thought "This is it."He pushed her skirt up and slipped his hand up under it. He slid it up her firm, thick thigh until her reached her crotch. He wasn't surprised she had no panties on.The White boy rubbed her quim as Oprah started to moan, writhing her ass in the seat.He pulled her down onto her back, pushed her skirt up to her waist, baring her ultra hairy pussy.Not wasting any time, he mounted her black quim and slammed his dick into her.Oprah winced, stifling the scream of pain. Fortunately the White cracker never slowed. Soon the pain faded and was replaced by great pleasure.Not that he was concerned about her pleasure. All he cared about was getting himself off.That was the way it was with every pussy he'd ever fucked, and he'd fucked a lot.But none of those other girls had made him cum already. So like it or not, he was going to make Oprah's first time ultra memorable.She started to cum early on, still surprised he'd been able to get his big [again for a White cracker] dick in her choochie. She hadn't realized fucking felt this good. She'd've started this a lot sooner.Her pussy spasmed wildly around his thrusting white dick. He had to admit to himself that felt pretty damn good. No other girl had ever spasmed around his dick like that. That was because the selfish dick didn't realize it had to do with not making any of the other girls orgasm. Stupid dick.He kept fucking her hard, and Oprah multi-orgasming over and over. Hell, she even squirted twice. It was like a fucking swamp down here! He thought, thinking about how he'd have to pay to get the car seat cleaned afterward.He lasted over forty minutes, Oprah having orgasmed to near delirium.Finally he cried out and began pumping his White cracker dick cream into her chocolate quim cavern. He seemed to cum with no end, his dick cream spurting out passed his dick and onto the car seat. Before he finished he'd cum so much the car seat soaked through and his dick cream dripped onto the floor underneath.He finally pulled out, even more dick cream flowing out of Oprah. She sat up, backing away from the mess to her side of the car before pulling down her skirt.The White boy tucked his dick away and proceeded to drive Oprah home."I had a good time," She admitted as she got out and retrieved her stuff."Me too," He grinned. "I hope we can do it again."But next time, he thought, I'll throw a few towels over the car seat... THE ENDFor more stories by this author: http://kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?board=77.0*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive |
trevor.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/34/trevor.txt | When I moved out of the house after graduating high school, my younger brother loved to come visit me. Even though I didn't always want a 12-year old kid around, he was usually cool and not a problem. He would sometimes join us for basketball games and for the most part my friends didn't mind having him around.When I met my new girlfriend, she, too, liked Trevor. She treated him like her own younger brother. Soon, Gayle was spending more and more time with me at my apartment, and we needed our privacy.Trevor was always willing to remain scarce when Gayle and I wanted to be alone. He would go out to the pool or shoot baskets or otherwise amuse himself. As he grew older, he began to question what it was like being with a girl."Hey Danny, what does it feel like to fuck Gayle?" he asked when he was about 13 and a half. "I know you guys do it all the time.""Trev, I'm not gonna lie," I said, "it's the best feeling thing ever. It's incredible.""Yeah," he said, "and Gayle's hot too. She must be a lot of fun."I wasn't used to have my little brother judge my girlfriend but it was fun. He was growing up fast. Even though, I wasn't really prepared when he asked if sometime he could look in on us while we were having sex. I didn't think that Gayle would approve but I also remembered when I was 13 and I would have loved watching people fuck for real. So, risking my girlfriend's anger, I set up a way where Trevor could crack open the door without anyone being aware.The next night Gayle and I went out to dinner and came home about eight. Trevor was watching TV on the couch. He said hi and we responded but Gayle was feeling frisky and I surely didn't want to disappoint. We went right to my bedroom and got undressed. I thought of Trevor watching us, but frankly my attention was on Gayle that night.Any guy would love having Gayle as a girlfriend. She removed her top, revealing a pair of perfect 36D breasts. Her stomach was flat and hard with silky smooth tanned skin. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor, leaving her dressed in a tiny red thong. Gayle stepped out of her jeans, knowing that I was intently staring at her. She knew that the more seductive she was, the better my performance in bed usually was. Not that I ever left her disappointedI was totally nude as Gayle dropped to her knees and took me gently in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my tip, causing me to shake with pleasure. Her hands kneaded my buttocks as she drew me closer to her. I slowly fucked her face as her tongue and lips played around my blood gorged shaft."Oh, nice!" I gasped as she worked me. Gayle could bring me right to edge, then stop as her pussy craved to be fucked. This was such a time. She stood up, then playfully pushed me onto my bed, wiggling out of the thong. I stretched out on my back, knowing what was coming next.Gayle straddled me, then lowered herself on to me. I speared her wet vagina as she slowly slid herself all the way down my stiff shaft. I love being inside of her, she is just tight enough, always well lubricated, and moves just right to drive me crazy. She began her ride, which was soon taking my breath away.While in mid-fuck, she leaned over, offering her nipples for me to suck. I took one in my mouth and teased the other with my finger, circling her areola and tickling the tip of the tit. Gayle moaned with pleasure.At the same time, I was meeting her down strokes with upward thrusts of my own. Soon, the bed was rocking as her ass was slapping against my thighs. As I sucked her breasts, her hands were massaging my own chest. My body tensed as I felt my orgasm begin to well at the base of my penis. I relaxed as my milky cum splashed into her as her vaginal lips continued to squeeze my penis, emptying it like a tube of toothpaste. Of course, dental hygiene never felt as good as this.I then watched with pleasure as Gayle began to rock back and forth. Her lungs filled with air and expanded her magnificent breasts as her own orgasm overtook her sexy young body. She moaned my name and made wonderful sex sounds that filled my ears with music. After she came, she rested her breasts against my chest and I rubbed her back as my penis slowly began to deflate. It was another memorable session that I was looking forward to repeating all night long.The next morning, after Gayle left to go to work, Trevor sleepily padded into the living room in his boxers and collapsed on the couch. "Hey boy!" I said, "didn't you get any sleep last night?""About as much as you did." he replied.I then remembered that he had probably been watching me and Gayle. "Well, how did you like what you saw?" I asked."Fuck, that was hot!" my little brother replied. "Dude, you sure are lucky."Trevor continued to watch us have sex. I eventually told Gayle but she didn't seem to mind. "It's good for him." she would say.Trevor eventually got a girlfriend. I made sure to let him know that he should never force himself on a girl and if she says no he should respect that. However, eighth grade boys when they are only 13 have one track minds. Trevor had several girlfriends, but none that would satisfy his urges. He was getting frustrated.Trevor's 14th birthday came in May, and his girlfriend celebrated by giving Trevor his first blow job. She also let him finger her and play with her breasts. However, sex was still off limits for her. Trevor was going crazy. I felt sorry for him but his girlfriend had the right to refuse sex if she didn't feel ready.The weather turned very warm so Gayle, Trevor and I went down to the apartment pool. She and I were working on our tans and watching my brother diving and swimming in the pool. Gayle commented, "Trevor sure is growing up. His body is getting to be as sexy as yours." I smiled at that.Trevor went back to the apartment to get some drinks for us. I began to tell Gayle about my little brother's sexual frustrations. She smiled and said, "If she sees him in a swimsuit she would want him right away!" I then realized that my girlfriend had the hots for my little brother. Strangely, I wasn't angry or jealous.We all swam some more, then Gayle and I went out for a while. Driving home, she asked me stop so we could talk. The results of that talk were to take place when we got home.Trevor was stretched out on the couch watching a movie when we got home. He was still dressed just in his swim trunks. I knew that made Gayle happy."Hey Trevor, what are you watching?" Gayle asked as she sat on the couch next to Trevor's feet. "The new Lord of the Rings." Trevor said. "It's pretty cool but it's almost over."Gayle was looking at the TV but began to rub Trevor's feet. "Hey, that feels good." he said. I slipped away to my room to change. I knew this was going to be a big night for my little brother. He didn't know it yet, but he would.I changed to my shorts and tee shirt but instead of going into the living room I took a seat in the dining room where I could look in on what was happening on the couch. Gayle was moving fast."Trevor, you've got great legs." Gayle said as she was now rubbing up on my brother's tanned thighs. "In fact, your whole body is so sexy.""Wow, thanks." Trevor responded.Gayle now moved to lay down next to my brother, her face looking into his. Her hand resumed rubbing Trevor's thigh, except now it was getting closer and closer to his crotch. From where I was sitting, I could clearly see the erection bulging from underneath my little brother's swimsuit.Gayle moved her other hand to Trevor's bare chest, gently rubbing it and saying, "I swear, the boys in your family are just so hot! If your brother wasn't my boyfriend and if you didn't already have a girlfriend, well, who knows?" I could see Gayle was smiling."Gayle, my brother is so lucky to have you as his girlfriend." Trevor said, and I knew he was thinking about all the sex he had witnessed. "Thanks, baby, " she said and kissed the brown hair that covered Trevor's forehead.Then I heard Gayle say, "You know, Trevor, Danny was telling me about the problems you've been having with your girlfriend and I told him I wanted to help you.""How can you do that?" Trevor asked. "Are you going to talk to her?" Gayle laughed. "No dear, what you need is to have real sex with a girl who wants you so badly. That would be me."Now, I knew my little brother was in shock. "You mean?..." he stuttered."Yes, Trev, I asked Danny and he said it would be ok. We both love you so much."I then stood up and walked into the living room. "Hey, little brother, she's absolutely right." I said. "We both think you need to learn from an experienced girl, and besides, we all know how much fun it will be."I could see in my brother's eyes that he was beginning to grasp the situation. "Wow, when can we do it?"Gayle squeezed the bulge between his legs. "How about now, sweetie?""Cool!" my fourteen-year-old soon-to-be-non-virgin baby brother said.Gayle and Trevor got up off the couch and she guided him to my bedroom, rather than to his own. After all, Trevor got to watch me fuck all those times, now it was my turn to watch him. My body was already excited thinking about what I was going to see.When they entered my bedroom, Gayle immediately removed her shirt, revealing the beautiful bare breasts that I love so much. She stepped toward Trevor, who was standing next to the bed. She then put her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Gayle was about two inches taller than Trevor, but their chests lined up perfectly. She then kissed him on his lips, and quickly their tongues were entwined. After all, Trevor was experienced in making out.My little brother took no time in letting his hands wander down Gayle's back to her pants. He began to touch her ass, so Gayle began to unfasten the jeans she was wearing. She unzipped and let them fall to the floor, leaving her in just a thong. By now, I was wanting to switch places with my brother.Once her pants were off, Gayle hooked her thumbs in Trevor's waistband and began to push his swim trunks down. The boy, now totally focussed on sex, helped her out by quickly pulling them down, letting them fall around his ankles. He then stepped out of them and kicked them aside, leaving him completely nude.I was proud of my brother's naked body. He was very good looking and I could see that he shared the family's endowment. I knew Gayle would be pleased.Gayle dropped to her knees as she had done so many times with me. Only now, it was fourteen-year old brother's penis getting the benefit of her attention. By the look on Trevor's face, I knew he was thoroughly enjoying it.She spent about a minute licking and sucking my brother before stopping. "Oh Gayle, don't stop." Trevor moaned.She stood up, again rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Trevor baby, I know that your girlfriend has been giving you blow jobs, but tonight you're going to get pussy. And that's what I want to give you now."I was sharing my brother's anticipation as Gayle removed her thong and laid down on my bed. She spread her legs apart and raised her knees, inviting Trevor to position himself between her legs. My brother knelt in front of her and leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her body. He lowered his groin to hers, but suffered from typical virgin teenage awkwardness in trying to line up his penis to her vagina. I could see that his boy dick was so engorged with blood that its skin was almost bright red. I couldn't remember if I had been that excited when I lost my own virginity.Gayle reached down and grasped him and led him to the promised land. "Oh yes, Trevor!" she moaned as my little brother's innocence disappeared forever in the warm love tunnel of my dear girlfriend.At this point I had a wad of Kleenex in hand as I masturbated my own unit as I watched the erotic kiddy porn show unfolding before my very eyes. I was watching a hot, sexy naked fourteen-year-old boy fucking in my own bed with one of the most beautiful and sexy women I had ever known, my own Gayle.Gayle thrashed and moaned as Trevor fucked her, just as she does when it's me doing the honors. I knew just how good my little brother was feeling at that moment."Oh Gayle, this awesome!" Trevor moaned as he quickened his thrusts into her. He was fucking Gayle the same way he had seen me do so many times. She responded by wrapping her legs tightly around his adolescent waist, and gently scratching on his back as she held his body."Trevor, yes! Yes!" Gayle moaned as my little brother's balls slapped against her as he pounded her with repeated thrusts. I couldn't believe I was watching a fourteen-year-old virgin. Trevor sure had learned a lot from me.Gayle thrashed about and I knew that familiar pre-orgasmic ritual of hers. That young boy was giving her an orgasm! Good for you, Trev!From my angle I could see the wetness seeping out of the hole that Trevor's penis was ramming. I then saw him tense and heard him moan too. I could then see a mixture of Gayle's clear cum and Trevor's white milk oozing onto the bed. By now I was squirting my own white milk into the Kleenex I was holding.Trevor looked exhausted as he laid down on Gayle's breasts and stretched his legs out onto the bed between her. He was still inserted deeply inside her and neither boy nor woman was yet inclined to separate.About an hour later we were back in our usual position, me fucking Gayle and Trevor on the outside looking in. The three of us were thrilled at what happened, but I really didn't want Trevor to think he had the right to fuck my girlfriend any time he wanted. Still, Trevor was eternally grateful for the life changing gift Gayle had given to him.***About two weeks later I got off early from work. When I entered my front door I saw Trevor's swim trunks on the living room floor. Next to them were both pieces of a bikini. I smiled, knowing that it wasn't Gayle, because I had just seen her. So I made my way to the crack in my bedroom door.Trevor was in full fledged fuck with the hot little blond girl I had seen him with at the pool the day before. Both kids were obviously having a ball. After watching for a few minutes, I was convinced that the girl definitely knew how to please a boy in bed. I was really happy for my little brother.Later that night, Trevor told me that she had just moved into the apartment with her mother from out of state. Trevor was the first friend her age that she had met, and that she really missed her old boyfriend and the wild sex they used to have. Trevor then smiled widely and said, "She doesn't miss the sex anymore, now."END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story ismeant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone actingout such scenarios in "real life" can look forward tomany unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 34 |
townwhore.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/46/townwhore.txt | My husband goes off to work like every good husband should, alone and with not a clue of what I do when he is away. My husband is a good man but I am a slut because I've been fucking my neighbor for a couple of months now. I would like to stop but he does not understand the word no. It all started quite by accident. We have lived next to our current neighbor and his wife for about six years and we are fairly friendly. He works the nightshift so he is always home in the daytime. One day a pipe burst in our basement so I called him for help. I was in a panic and forgot what I was wearing a tee shirt that was so old it was more threads then anything, and a really old pair of faded pink shorts you could probably read through, and of course I wore no underwear. I was trying to stop the water streaming from pipe by wrapping a towel around it and in doing so I had got soaking wet. I didn't realize that with my clothes being wet, it was like being nude, you could see right through them. I had told my neighbor the door was open and that the pipe was in the basement, adding that would be where I was. I turned when I heard my neighbor coming down the stairs. He stared at me but never said a word. He looked around for the valve to turn off the water and when he found it he closed it. He checked the broken pipe and asked me if I wanted him to fix it. I said I would love it if he would and I would be glad to pay him. He said he wouldn't take money but we could work something out. I said it was okay by me. It was then I noticed he was staring at my chest and when looked down, I saw that my tits were giving a show, complete with hard nipples. I started to cross my arms over my chest and he told me not to do that, as it ruined the show. I tried to protest but he looked down at my crotch and said I had the hairiest pussy he had ever seen and then he just reached out and grabbed my crotch. I tried to tell him to stop but he just grabbed my tee shirt by the neck and ripped it off my body. This made my nipples harder and my pussy became flooded, and not from the water. I told him to stop and that I wasn't like that but he took hold of both my tits and said to me, "The fuck you ain't lady, why else would you call me down here and show off your wares unless you wanted me to fuck you." I tried telling him I was dressed like this before I asked him to come over and in the panic of the broken pipe I had forgotten what I was wearing. He totally ignored me and put his hands inside my shorts and then ripped them right off my body, leaving me bare assed naked. He looked me up and down and said, "Nice baby, really fucking nice." He looked around the cellar but couldn't find a dry place to fuck me so he threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs to the living room. He put me down next to a chair, and made me bend over the arm so he could feel my pussy. He could see it was really wet and he spread my legs and drove his cock in my cunt to the hilt. His cock is quite a bit bigger then my husband's and it filled my cunt so much that I was sure he had stretched my pussy. His cock really didn't hurt me, just that its size had taken me by surprise. It took only a few fast strokes of his cock for my pussy to boil over. I thought I really should be protesting but when I tried to say something, he said, "Shut the fuck up bitch and fuck". So I shut up and fucked. He was pounding my pussy as hard as he could but I still wanted more. Christ I had never been fucked like this. "You got good pussy bitch, my cock is going to love tearing your cunt up from now on you little fucking slut," he said. Nobody ever talked to me like that before," I told him. My pussy boiled over and I came all over his cunt pumping prick, making him moan, "You're good baby, a good fucking pussy." I was being fucked harder, faster and better then I had ever been fucked before. I came three more times, a new record for me, before his cock swelled and shot his cum deep into my hot pussy. His cum was much more than my husband could produce in a week of fucking. It was running down my legs and forming a puddle on the rug, there was so much of it. When he pulled out his cock, my pussy seemed totally empty and I made the mistake of telling him it had never been that full before. He smiled and told me to get down and suck his cock clean. "Clean it yourself, I'm not your little whore," I replied. "If you ain't my little whore, then whose whore are you?" he demanded as he pushed my head down. He was too strong to resist so I went onto my knees and sucked his cock clean. Afterwards he said, "Now, that's my good little fucking whore, I'll fix the pipe now." Then he left and went to the plumbing supply place to get what he needed. Meanwhile, I cleaned myself up and put on fresh clothes. When he returned, he went to the basement and after a while I went down. Without turning around, he said he was just about done, When he finished he turned around and saw me. He frowned, "What the fuck was I doing dressed?" he asked. Then he said he was going upstairs to the bathroom to clean up and I had damn well better be naked when he came out. "Hold it bucko, what happened was a mistake, so go clean up at your own house," I told him. He didn't say a word but went upstairs to clean up. Stupid me, I followed him. He went into the bathroom, took a shower, and then dried himself off. He walked into my bedroom and grabbed me. He lifted me off the floor, held me there with one hand and tore my clothes off my body again, only this time tearing my bra and thong as well. He threw me down on the bed and spread my legs so fast that I didn't have time to react. He got between my legs and started eating my pussy. My pussy has a mind of its own and it went into overdrive. It didn't take long before my cum was all over the place, including running down to my asshole, a feeling I absolutely love. He got up and asked me if I wanted to fuck. I nodded and he put the head of his prick against my clit and started to rub my clit with it. That is one of the most awesome feelings in the world, it drives me crazy. Again he asked me if I wanted to fuck and all I could do was to nod my head again. "Beg me slut, you want my cock? Beg me for it whore. Beg like a whore," he said. I came again as I begged him in a very high pitched squeaky voice. He then slid his cock just inside my hole, shook it with his hand and then drove it home. My whole body was shaking as he pounded my pussy. He made me come three times before his cock exploded in my pussy, filling me up with his boiling hot cum. It was running down over my asshole again and I was in heaven. Not only had I come three times, but also I had been fucked twice in the same day. He got off me, stuck his cock in my mouth for me to clean it off. "That's better you fucking whore cunt, lick it good" he told me. When I had finished my cleaning duty, I sat up. "Listen up cunt, from now on when I hit the front step you had better be balls ass naked or you are going to lose a lot of clothes. You could well be the best piece of ass I ever had and we are going to be doing a lot of fucking." He told me. I already knew I had better do what he wanted if I wanted any clothes. I nodded okay. "Does your husband know what a little cock sucking whore you are and are you a cunt lapper too?" he asked. I replied, "You don't have to talk to me that way, I don't like it." He smiled and said, "I don't give a fuck what you like cunt as long as you can fuck for me, you're a great piece of ass and we will leave it at that. Now get down here and suck my cock so I can see what kind of blow job you give." I was totally amazed this guy could come again so soon. Once my husband was good but now he needed two days to recuperate. I went down on him and it only took a little tonguing from me to make his cock hard again. I was impressed. I had given him my best cock sucking effort and I know he liked it because he kept saying, "Oh baby, you really can suck cock." Suddenly I felt his cock swelling. "Don't miss a drop, cunt, if you do, I'll shove my cock up your dry ass," he told me. You can bet I swallowed every drop of his cum. "You're a good cunt, but you never answered my question about eating pussy," he said. "I don't eat pussy," I replied. He said that was a shame as he would like to watch me. Then he told me he would see me tomorrow and then he left. My pussy was ecstatic and when I stood up I could see cum leaking out of my pussy and running down my legs. "Um, never had that happen before." I thought. The next morning when I got my husband up, he was as grouchy as hell and I couldn't wait to get rid of him. As soon as he left, I stripped and waited on the couch for my neighbor. When I heard his footsteps on the porch, my pussy got all wet. "Stand up bitch and bend over," he demanded as soon as he entered the house. I figured it was useless to argue with him so I bent over holding on to the couch. By the time he walked to me he was naked. He bent down and rammed his tongue into my pussy making my whole body jump. His tongue fucked me like I was his last meal and my legs started to tremble. After coming in his mouth, my legs gave out and I fell onto the couch moaning like a little whore. "Goddamn woman, you are one hot fucking little cunt. Let's see if I can fuck you enough for you to fall down," he said. "No my little whore, let's use the bed," he cried as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs. He had made me so fucking hot that I could almost cum just hearing his voice. My pussy was like a roaring furnace and all I wanted was his hot cock in me, and fucking me senseless. He threw me on the bed and told me to spread my fucking legs. He got between them and told me to put his cock in my cunt. I couldn't grab it fast enough. He rammed it home and put my legs over his shoulders. He took hold of my hips and started to slam his meat in me. He kept fucking and fucking, making me cum seven times before I passed out from the sheer pleasure of his cock. When I came round, he was laying on top of me with his cock still buried in my pussy. I could feel his cum, mixed with mine, running down my asshole and onto the bed. I was so fucked out I just wanted to sleep. "Is my little whore happy? Is her cunt filled to the brim, or would she like to fucked in the ass?" he asked. "No ass, I need sleep," I replied, but I knew that sooner or later he was going to fuck me in the ass. He got off and I went to sleep. I woke up feeling like I had a pole shoved up my hole, I couldn't even close my legs but I felt wonderfully well fucked. I then took a shower and cleaned the cum stains off the comforter. I did not bother to get dressed because I had this feeling he would be back. Sure enough at three thirty he returned. With a smile he told me, "Good girl, I'm on my way to work and need a blow job." He pulled out his prick and walked over to the couch and put it in my mouth. I went to work on his cock, sucking it as hard as I could. I felt my pussy get all wet and I couldn't wait for his hot load to fill my mouth, I must suck cock real good because it didn't take him long before he came. He told me I was a great cocksucker. I put his dick back in his pants and he went to work. My pussy was still at the boiling point so I went back upstairs and got out the vibrator. This has been going on for a couple of months now and he thinks I'm a whore to be used any way he wants. He doesn't care if my husband is in the next room if he wants me to give him a blowjob. He'll pull it out and make me suck it and I don't know how to resist him. He is the best fuck I had ever had and he would always make me come at least four times when he fucked me. I know he is just using my mouth and cunt. I feel bad for my husband as he doesn't have a clue but my neighbor makes me feel so good. Well the inevitable was about to happen. He is coming over to fuck me in the ass. I know he will do it with or without my help so I bought some KY jelly. As he arrives, he asks, "are you ready to be ass fucked, little whore?" I start by lubing my ass with the jelly and I told him to damn well take it easy or I'll cut his dick off. He laughed, "No sweat!" I said, "Let's go up to the bathroom in case it bleeds, at least then we will be in the right room." "Okay, but it isn't going to bleed," he replied. We go into the bathroom and I bend over the toilet. He put some KY jelly on his finger and starts to work it into my asshole. It did feel good as he finger fucked my asshole. When it was going easier he put another finger into my asshole. Within in a minute I was enjoying the hell out of having my ass reamed. I got real comfortable and he worked another finger in and he was now finger fucking my ass with three fingers. I couldn't believe I had three fingers up my ass and that I was enjoying it. He used those fingers to stretch my asshole a little more each time. When he was satisfied with the size of my asshole, he pulled out his fingers. "No, oh no, put them back" I cried, but instead he put his cock in there. He had been working my asshole for at least a half hour so I figured his fingers were sore but I am glad his cock was to replace them. He pushed and the head of his cock popped right into my asshole. I was very happy it fit and that it didn't hurt me. He asked if I was okay. I replied, "If your cock feels as good as your fingers? Fuck away." He started fucking my ass and it felt real good. He went slowly at first, but he kept picking up speed every third stroke or so it seemed, at the same time I was stroking my clit and it didn't take long before I came. My asshole was now on fire, a good fire and I was telling him, "Harder, fuck me harder." He started to really slam me and it felt so good. I had a hard time believing his cock could feel that good up my ass and then I came again. The best part was when he unloaded his hot cum into my ass. That was fucking heaven to have his hot cum coat the inside of my ass. I now wished I had done this sooner, but there is always tomorrow. When he had finished using my asshole, the bastard wiped his cock on my ass, but at least he didn't make me suck him clean. He wouldn't let me go to clean up, as he wanted to watch his cum ooze out of my ass and run down my legs. He then made me bend over so he could see how big my asshole was now and he told me to walk around to see if I could walk right. I told him he was a fucking pervert but he just laughed. Finally he let me clean up but only because he wanted to fuck my pussy. He followed me into the bathroom and when I had finished cleaning myself he put me on the floor, spread my legs and started to eat my pussy. I couldn't believe he was going to take me on the bathroom floor, but that was his plan. He made me cum twice more as he ate my pussy. Then he slammed his cock into my pussy making me cum another three times before I felt his bucket of cum being dumped in my raging pussy. God, he made me so fucking hot. Now I'm sitting naked on the couch trying to come up with some way to tell him I am not going to be fucking him anymore. He just laughed. The next time he came he brought a young kid. As usual I had been waiting naked on the couch for him to arrive. "What the fucks are you doing? I'm naked you asshole." I said starting to get up. He pinned me back against the couch and said to the kid, "She's got a killer body hasn't she? Feel her tits." He put the kid's hand on my tit. I thought the kid would drop his load right there, as he was running his hand all over my tits and moaning like hell. I said to my neighbor, "You can't do this, I'm a married lady and he's a damn kid." He replied, "You're my whore and you do what the fuck I tell you to!" With that he turned to the kid and said, "Show her." I had already noticed a huge bulge in the kid's pants. He pulled his pants down and out came the biggest cock I had ever seen. It popped out to stand straight up looking like a white tree trunk. This skinny kid had a cock that had to be twelve inches long and as big around as a soda can. "You've got to be kidding," I said. The kid replied, "Can't handle it huh?" "How fucking old are you?" I asked. "I'm nineteen," he replied. "You look like you're fourteen or fifteen, not nineteen," I said. Now I'm looking at this kid's cock wondering what it would feel like in my pussy and I knew I had to find out. I took him by the hand, "Come on Mr. Nineteen let's see if you can fuck as good as you talk," I told him. We went over to my bed. My pussy was already a raging inferno so I didn't need my cunt primed. I lay on the bed with my legs spread and told him he had better be real careful or I'd cut it off."Yes ma'am, I'll be real careful," he replied as he put that pole against my pussy, I lined it up with my cunt hole and just having it in my hand was incredible. I told him to push easy and he pushed but nothing happened. I told him to push harder and he did. This time the head popped in. My cunt felt like it had been split wide open. He asked if I wanted him to take it out and I hollered, "FUCK NO! Let it stay where it is until I get used to it." I reached down to feel that monster and this made him shoot his load. He filled my pussy with cum and I thought shit, it'll go soft now, but it didn't. When I knew it was going to stay hard, I told him to push some more and when he did, I knew my pussy had been split open. It didn't hurt. It just gave me an incredible full feeling in my pussy so I told him more and he pushed some more. I figured I had to have the whole thing in me now, but when I reached down to feel if he was all way in, I found there was still a fist full to go. I told him to drive it home. And he did. My pussy was so full of hot cock. It was a totally awesome feeling, like nothing I had ever felt before. It made my neighbor's cock seem teeny next to this monster cock. What a feeling it was to have a twelve inch cock sliding in and out of my pussy. It was as fat as a soda can and my cunt lips were trying to suck it back when it was on the outstroke. At that moment I didn't know anything but that cock existed. I lay there letting him fuck my brains out with that monster. I couldn't tell you how many times I came but I had to turn the mattress over when we were finished. Then my neighbor came into the room, "Get the hell out of here, your day is over," I told him. "This is your replacement." To my surprise he left. I made that kid fuck me four times that day and then I told him what time to come over the next day. I sent him home with the happiest cock in the world. ***The next day, the kid showed up right on time and once I had let him in I pulled his pants down and tried to take his cock in my mouth but I could only get the head in. In about ten seconds he had shot his load. Now I'll tell you, a cock that size holds a lot of cream, a lot. It was dribbling down my chin onto my tits. There was so much and I swallowed a hell of a lot of it down my throat. I asked him where he would like to fuck today. "Anywhere you want ma'am," he replied."Big dick, you've had your cock in my mouth and my cunt. What would you like to call me?" I asked. He fidgeted, "Well, your neighbor said I should just call you whore.""Do you like the idea of calling me your little whore?" I asked. He nodded his head and I told him, "Then let's hear it." "Well, my little whore, anywhere you want to fuck, my little whore," he said.I replied, "That's good, I'll be your slut." His eyes lit up. I lay on the floor and told him to take me right there. "But you have to eat me first to prime my cunt." He told me he had never eaten pussy before so I told him he was going to do so now, "Get between my legs, but first undress" I ordered. He got between my legs and with a little coaching from me, he proved to be a real good cunt lapper. I made him eat me until I had come twice, then I told him to shove his pole in me and he did. He put just the head in first like he did the day before, but this time when I told him to push he drove that monster home. I knew my pussy was split wide open and I was impaled on a twelve-inch cock, but it did feel good. I made him hold it there for a couple of minutes then I told him to take it all the way out until just the tip of the head was in and then to drive it home. The first time he did it, I came like a fire hydrant that had been set off, soaking us both in my cum. He was pounding my cunt with his weapon, making me cum three more times before he let loose enough cum in my pussy to fill a quart bottle. It was so hot and so much of it was in my pussy, and I came again. The rug was so cum soaked it squished when you pushed down on it and we were both covered in cum, but my pussy had never felt so good. When he pulled his cock out my pussy had never felt so empty as it did then. If his cock weren't soft I would have made him put it back in. He was playing with my tits like he had found a new toy, rubbing and squeezing them. He asked me if I minded. I knew this was all new to him so I told him my body was now his so he could do anything he wanted with me as long as there was no pain. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Tell me, am I the best whore ever?" I asked. "Hell yes, I was the best whore ever" he cried. Then he asked if he could kiss my tits. "Aren't these your tits, your cunt, your ass and your mouth? Kiss them suck them, fuck them, whatever you want to do." He kissed them, sucked on them, squeezed them and rubbed his face in them while I waited for his cock to get hard again. When I could see it was hard enough to start fucking again I took him upstairs to the guestroom. We lay down and he put his cock into me. I wrapped my legs around him and told him to fuck my brains out. That cock had some awesome staying power, my pussy was so full, every square inch of cunt was being touched by his cock. It was incredible feeling and he kept making me cum. Eight times he made me cum and then I had the big one and that made me black out. When I came back to earth, he was filling my pussy up again with more of his cum. We were together for about three months. We fucked in every room in the house. We fucked lying down, standing up, sitting down, me on top, me on all fours. I don't think there was a position we missed. He had become a sensational cunt lapper and he could fuck me into submission with his big cock. My rugs had so many cum stains on them none were their original color. My husband never noticed a thing, including my fat pussy. One time I had the kid come over to cut the grass while my husband was home and I fucked him in the kitchen while my husband was watching TV. I am a fucking whore. We branched out to the outdoors once in a while. One day we fucked in a parking lot at the supermarket and then went for ice cream. We were sitting in the car eating our ice cream when one of his friends came over to his window and bent over to talk to my big dick lover. I noticed his eyes were bulging and he was white faced. I looked down and saw my dress was up around my waist and of course, I didn't have anything on under the dress. Then I got my big idea, I asked his friend if this was the first time he saw a pussy. Although he was drooling, he managed to nod yes. I turned and spread my legs so he could get a real good look. I asked him how big his cock was. "Not half as big as mine," my lover said. "Perfect," I replied and I told the young man to get in the back of the car. I got back with him and pulled up my dress again. "Touch my pussy," I told him. He turned even whiter, so I took his hand, and when I put it on my pussy he almost passed out. I opened his pants up, pulled his cock out and then he came, shooting cum all over the back of the front seat. However, it didn't go soft. I figured it was about five inches and maybe as round as a stogie cigar. "It's perfect," I said. "Perfect for what?" my lover asked. I told him I had always wanted to have one cock in my pussy and another in my ass at the same time and that his friend's cock was the perfect size for that. I played with his friend to see how long it would take him to cum again. It didn't take long, but there was a fair amount, enough for me to know that it would fill my ass. I said, "Well, we are going to have to take him home and fuck him until he can hold it long enough to make it worth while." The friend was jumping up and down in his seat he was so excited. "You can't tell anyone or we don't do this" I told him. He swore he wouldn't tell anybody ever and I thought I should live that long. I told my lover to drive us home, I was going to start our boy on his way to becoming a stud. I made him take his pants off, and then I got between his legs and started sucking his cock. The kid just sat still, letting me do my thing on his cock. I liked sucking this cock, it was small enough to get it all in my mouth, but large enough to know I'm sucking a cock. This time he held it for about three minutes before he came in my mouth. It was great. He didn't cum so much that you felt like you were going to drown, but enough for me to really enjoy it. I think the kid passed out, because he didn't move a muscle for a couple of minutes. Then he thanked me profusely. Fortunately I have a big Caddy, so I took my dress off, got down on the floor and made the kid eat my pussy. Once he got started, he didn't want to stop. We sat in my driveway just so he could finish eating my pussy. He made me cum four times and I was really impressed. I told him what time I wanted him there in the morning and then sent them both packing. They showed up on time and the new kid almost went into shock when he saw me naked. I had him come and feel my tits and he shot his load the moment he touched them. I made him keep touching them, then my ass and pussy and finally suck on my tits. Actually I had both of them sucking my tits. This really turned me on and my pussy was dripping so I made the new kid eat it again. This time I only let him make me cum once because I wanted my cunt filled with the big cock. I thought this is great, my pussy is getting really well used by the big cock and soon my asshole will be well used by the little cock, life is sweet. I took the two kids upstairs and the new one got an education watching my pussy getting pounded by the monster cock of his friend. While my pussy was getting pounded, I had the new kid mount my face and fuck my mouth like a pussy. It was great; he could drive it home in my mouth just like the big prick was doing to my cunt. I was getting fucked at both ends. The little prick held out for about two minutes before he came and after I had been fucked for about ten minutes more by the stud I had the new kid fuck my mouth again. This time he lasted for three minute but the good thing was that both cocks came at the same time, filling both my holes with hot cum. I fucked the big cock, sucked the small cock until the small cock could go for at least five minutes before he unloaded in my mouth. Then to make sure, I became the kid's first piece of ass and he lasted for four or five minutes so then I knew we were ready. The next morning I made them both lick my pussy until I came. Then I lubed my ass and got on all fours. I made the big cock get under me and put it in my pussy up to the hilt; so then I got the little guy to shove his cock in my ass. Once I felt him smack against my ass I came, it was the most awesome feeling in the world having both holes filled at the same time. I don't even know how many times I came before they filled my holes with their hot cream but I know it was a lot. When they both came in me at the same time, I went crazy, I was screaming unintelligibly and the poor kids thought I was hurt. After I calmed down, I explained how unbelievable they made me feel and fortunately for me, they got hard again, fast. As soon as they were hard, I had to have that feeling all over again and every time they were hard after that. One day when they had fucked me for the second time I was sucking on the big cock trying to get it hard again when I thought, what would it be like to have a cock in my cunt, one in my ass, one in my mouth and have them all cum at the same time? I told my two cocks what I had in mind and for them to find me a six or seven inch cock to suck. ***The next day they showed up with a nice looking young man and when they brought him in, he took one look at me sitting on the couch with my legs spread and he froze. The two pricks had to push him over towards me. I undid his pants and pulled them down, leaving a six or seven inch cock waving at me. I took hold of it and he came all over my hand. I then led him into the kitchen by his cock, cleaned myself up, sat in a chair and proceeded to give him his first blowjob. He shot his load inside of two minutes but he had the sweetest tasting cum I had ever tasted. We then went upstairs; I soon had both cocks in me. I took the third one in my mouth and sucked it to make it hard again. I was soon in absolute heaven with my pussy stuffed full of hot hard cock, my asshole filled with hot cock, and I had a perfect sized hot hard cock in my mouth. Life could never be better then it was at that moment. I was wrong because they all dumped their loads into me at the same time and finally, all the holes in my body were filled with cum at the same time. I had the biggest orgasm of my entire life, it shredded my pussy rendering me senseless and when I finally opened my eyes, my lovers were staring at me. I told them they just given me the greatest orgasm of my life and for the rest of the day I would lie there and they could fuck me all they wanted. What a day that was, three nineteen year olds having a pussy spread out before them to fuck for as long as they were hard and with three of them, there was always one hard cock. They filled me so full of cum that I thought my insides were floating for a week afterwards. My pussy had been fucked steady for hours and I actually fell asleep once as they were fucking me. Now I made them put all three cocks into me and to fuck all three holes until they cum together. After that I'm theirs to fuck all they want, so all day I lay with my legs spread wide open, and a cock in my cunt. I got tired of the same three cocks so I made my lovers bring me fresh meat everyday to fuck. We started with the eighteen year olds and I am now working my way through the twenty ones year olds. During my fuck-a-rama I have run into some big cocks so that now my asshole can take any sized cock. Fortunately my dumb ass husband doesn't have a clue and I just love being the town whore. My motto is, "So many cocks, so little time!" END |
brendalovestory.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/68/brendalovestory.txt | Author Notes: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. You've been warned.This story was originally titled "Brenda's Conquest", and was re-titled after revision by the author.***Chapter 1Well, I think I know what heaven is like. It can't be any better than what I have right here, right now. Yes, being 25, I was supposed to know better, and if anyone had found out, I'd be in jail, or worse, but there's no way I could have prevented it. I was in love with her, she said she was in love with me, and, knowing me better than I knew myself, she took me. That's the only way to describe it. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, it's just that I had very little say in the matter.To understand what happened, I guess I'll have to start at the beginning. My name is Richard Tyler and I come from a smallish town in the Midwest. I have two younger sisters and a pair of rather staid, very middle-class parents. Looking back, I can see that my life was boringly typical and, other than a few incidents, uneventful until I got to college.I graduated from high school as normal, got good enough marks to be accepted into the local U., and went there to study business for a year. That's when the itch started. I had a steady stream of girlfriends since I was sixteen, so I thought I knew everything there was to know. That is, until I met a student from Melbourne here to study local husbandry and ranching practices. This is not the girl I fell in love with, but she taught me an awful lot about the world, especially the world of sex, life, and adventure.To give you an example, when we first met, I used my best line on her, one guaranteed to work on most ladies. (I'm 6'2" of long, lean muscle, and 'a good lookin' hunk' according to the friends of both my sisters). Her response? "Hey, a hayseed. A real one. I've never met one before. You're not too bad looking either." What can I come back with after a shot like that? With that accent of hers, it didn't even sound like an insult. I just smiled and said "Ya got me pegged right first shot, little lady." I learned more from her in that first two weeks than I had from all my previous girlfriends put together.Besides great, and I mean *great* sex (hey, I was a hayseed from a small mid-west town - missionary was almost all I knew) she dragged me to plays, operas, musicals, jazz festivals, restaurants, taught me to like seafood and real Chinese, made me read some of her favourite fantasy books (first I'd ever heard of some writer named McCaffrey) and really opened my eyes about the world outside of my home. We both still managed to get decent grades. It was the second-best time of my life (the best before now).She went back home after six months, leaving me to my humdrum world, one I had to get out of. It was with a lot of effort, work, pleading, and downright stubbornness that I finally got my way. The deal was, if I finished two years of college here, with a 3.75 gpa or better, I could take a year off and go anywhere I wanted, then go to the college of my choice. Let me tell you, I almost gave up on dating and the local girls, just going out enough to satisfy my basic urges, and concentrated on the books and my workouts (have to maintain my physique).Well, I did it, barely, and spent that year working my way through New Zealand, Australia, the Philippines, and most of the far east. By the time I got back, all the hayseeds were out of my teeth, believe me. That, my friends, was an education. I came back with most of my middle-class attitudes and prejudices, well, 'adjusted', you could call it. That probably contributed in no small way to my current situation.Now it was back to work, or rather school, and a part-time job. I chose San Diego because it reminded me most of the best parts of Australia, which I'd fallen in love with. I had a job waiting for me too, through one of my old Prof's, working with some computer jockeys who needed help putting together business packages. It was decent pay, the job wasn't too tough, and the hours were very flexible. College was tougher, since I switched from business to graphic arts, and had to start over again. My folks just rolled their eyes at me and said to go for it, as long as I would damned well finish this time.Well, now knowing what I liked, I spent a long time finding just the right place to stay. With my job and a little help from home, I found it - a beach house I could afford. A two story two bedroom shack overlooking a rocky shoreline with a sand beach not more than fifteen minutes walk away, in a quiet suburbia type of place. So what if it was old. Everybody back home was jealous. It was also the most important choice I ever made in my life, even though I didn't know it then.Between college and work, I didn't have a lot of free time, and, being new, didn't know anybody to start off with. I did date occasionally, but only out of necessity. There was too much to do right here and now to find a bunch of new friends. So, I basically got adopted by my neighbors.They were a youngish couple, Mary was 28 and Will was 35, just building up a new computer publishing business, and were starting to become financially comfortable (middle class). She had some money from an aunt someplace and they used it to buy and build their home on the beach. It was far nicer than the glorified shack I lived in. Oh yeah, the most important bit, they had two kids, Brenda and Vicky, aged 9 and 7 respectively.Mary was a plumping middle-aged mom who looked like she was great a few years ago, but had let herself go a bit after the kids came along. Red hair, green eyes, nice features, generous curves, but a bit too heavy for my tastes. I found out later she'd put on the weight after having to take some hormone pills for a while. It was to my delight and constant frustration to see her slim back down over the next two years, regaining her wonderful figure.Will was seven years older than Mary, and they'd gotten married shortly after she graduated from high school. He's a fit and trim 5'11" with sandy hair and hazel eyes and also looks good.Their kids were wonderful - precocious, energetic, playful and smart.They took after their parents. Just more so, as I found out later.Enough introduction. Let me tell you about the first step on this road I find myself on... ***It was three days after moving into the beach house, late afternoon, and I was sitting on the back porch soaking up some sun, enjoying a nice cool glass of lemonade (the beer was still warm and I was thirsty). Lying back on the lounger, eyes mostly closed, half asleep, zonked from moving, work, and school, I was rather startled to hear a voice coming from not far in front of me."Can I have some lemonade too, please?"I opened my eyes to see this skinny little nine year old girl in a bikini sitting on the railing of my balcony. Being the suave, debonair world traveller that I am, I immediately grasped the situation and came out with some witty comments. Yeah, right. I was brain-fogged.I looked at her and said "Who are you?""I'm Brenda.""Oh."After looking at each other for a few seconds, hoping my mind would start working, she spoke again."You're new here. I'm your next door neighbour. Hi. I'm thirsty.Could I have some lemonade please?"It started to percolate through that this wasn't some sort of weird dream. I was awake, and there was a little kid in front of me. Like I said, brain-fogged."Uh, you live next door? Where's your folks?""Dad's working, and my mom and sister are at the beach. They won't be back for a while yet. I can't get in the house 'cause mom has the keys, and I'm thirsty.""Oh. Right. Lemonade. Okay."Well, like I said, I wasn't thinking too clearly, so I got up and went into the kitchen to get her a glass. It was more of a surprise when I turned around and found that she's followed me into the house. I gave her the glass and ushered her back outside."You know, your folks wouldn't like it if they knew you were walking into strange people's houses."She looked at me real hard for a second. I felt like a bug under a microscope."Why?"I was finally waking up. I still couldn't come up with any kind of a reply to this."'Cause you might take advantage of me?""Uh, well..." More great conversation. This 9 year old had me flummoxed."You wouldn't. You aren't the kinda guy who'd hurt kids like me. Mom said so.""Really? And how does your mom know that?"She just sipped her drink and smiled at me a bit. She didn't answer my question, just asked me another one of hers. This was getting strange."Well, would you ever hurt me?"Thinking carefully for a moment, I chose my words for a change."No, I guess your Mom is right. I don't hurt people, especially children.""Good. Mom said I could invite you for lunch tomorrow. What's your name?""Richard. Lunch?""Rich or Richard?""Richard." "Lunch tomorrow. If you're not busy."Tomorrow was Saturday - no work, no school. I'd planned on either unpacking everything or vegging out on the porch all day. Guess which it would have been. She was eyeing me, waiting for an answer."Uh, I think I'd better hear that from your Mom before I say yes.""Good! You'll come. Can I use your bathroom? I need to go pee.""I guess. It's right beside the kitchen." She was off into the house before I stood up. By the time I got to the door, she was in the bathroom and had closed the door. Shaking my head, I sat back down to wait. Ten minutes later I was getting a little worried, and was just about to get up and check on my 'guest' when someone called for my attention. A lady in her late twenties and a little girl were walking up the path to my place."Hello. Have you seen Brenda? She said she'd be here."Oh shit. "You must be her Mom.""Yes. So she has been here.""Hi Mom!" Brenda came out onto the porch, re-tying her bikini bottom. It was an embarrassing scene. I knew nothing had happened, but the implication that something might have been going on was there. I was blushing."Hi dear."Now for the really embarrassing part. She came up behind me and gave me a big hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek."Look what I found! Can I keep him?""Of course you may, if he doesn't object. But you'd better let go for now, you're embarrassing the poor gentleman. Besides, you need to introduce us.""Okay. Mom, this is Richard. Richard, this is Mary, my Mom, and Vicky, my sister."Hello's were exchanged. Mine were a bit strangled because she hadn't let go of my neck."So, is he coming for lunch tomorrow?" Mary was speaking to Brenda, over my head, as though I weren't there."I think so. I think he's a bit shy though. He says he needs your okay first.""Tell him I said it's fine. Make sure he dresses properly, Grandma will be there. See you in a while. Bye Richard."She and the younger one, the seven year old, walked on up the path to their place, leaving Brenda alone with me. Now, as far as I know, this isn't normally what you'd expect from a mother or her daughter. It certainly wasn't where I grew up, and I doubted it was normal even here in California."Erg, could you let go, please? It's a little hard to breathe."She let go and sat back up on the porch railing."So it's okay now. You're coming for lunch tomorrow. Mom says you hafta dress nice, so wear long pants, good shoes, and a nice shirt. No jeans. Come over at eleven. See ya!"She jumped and ran, not waiting for any kind of answer. Not that I had one, or could think of any questions or objections either. This is what the term 'railroaded' was invented to describe. They'd hit me when I wasn't ready, kept me off balance, and had me where they wanted me before I knew what was happening. This I figured out later. At the time, I was just too stunned.Guess where I ended up for lunch the next day.***That was the start of it. I don't remember much about that lunch, except for two things. Brenda treated me like her date, leading me by the hand for introductions and a tour of the place, sitting beside me during lunch, and walking me home afterwards. Somehow they also talked me into having dinner there the following Saturday. For the next few years, things went a little smoother. I guess Brenda and her mom had a talk or something, or maybe she realized how much she was embarrassing me, because she was rarely as forward as she was those first two days. I was a frequent visitor over at their place, either for lunch, dinner, cards, or just to socialize, sometimes a half-dozen times a month. Both kids were frequent visitors at my place as well, popping over whenever they saw my back door open. I learned to close it whenever I was going in for a shower or was changing, because they'd walk right in without knocking. It scared the hell out of me the first time I walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel and saw two faces grinning and staring at me over the back of the couch. When I talked to Mary about it, nervous as hell and blushing, of course, her answer was, to say the least, not what I expected. "Richard, it's your house, so you make the rules. You can kick them out if you like, or tell them not to come over, but I will not tell them how to behave over there. That's up to you. As long as you never hurt them, I'll be okay with whatever happens. They both like you a lot and they both trust you, as do we." Talk about ambiguous and open-ended. Sometimes, when they couldn't get a sitter, Mary and Will would leave the girls in my care overnight. This happened regularly, usually once or twice a month, starting that fall. I'll tell you about the first couple of times. It'll show you how they were slowly wearing down my resistance, or scruples, or morals, or something. Anyway... ***The first time I babysat for the two girls was about three months after I moved into the beach house. It was November, the weather was unusually chilly with lots of wind, and my place was full of cold drafts. Like I said before, the place is an old shack.I guess it's about time I described these two 'little' girls for you, before I carry on. It'll help you understand a bit better. Both girls were young, still kids, showing no female development whatsoever. They were skinny, with long legs, long arms, long necks, nice tans, and both showed the potential for true beauty later in life. Their eyes were a deep green, just like their mothers'.Vicky (Victoria) is the younger of the pair by almost exactly two years. Her birthday is at the end of March, her sister's is at the beginning. She was then seven years old, about 4'8" tall (really tall for her age, probably end up around 6'). Her hair was long, halfway down her back, naturally wavy, and a rich, deep brown color. This was the lady of the pair, usually prim and proper, dressed nicely, rarely dirty or dishevelled. Behind the outer shell, though, was a daring and mischievous mind, always looking for something new or interesting.Brenda was the same height as her sister, despite the two years head start, and would soon be passed. She was nine, and had the most gorgeous head of strawberry blonde hair I've ever seen. It was cut short, barely shoulder length, and was just as wavy as her sister's. This one was the tomboy. Almost nothing stopped her from doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. The main difference between her and her sister was that she didn't hide any of her daring or impish curiosity behind a mask. It was all in the open. She had both a temper and an extreme stubborn streak. Get her mad at you for something and she'd stay mad for a week.Did I mention before that they were both highly intelligent, precocious, daring, fearless, and had a set of morals that were mostly alien to mine? More on that later - for now, back to babysitting.I wasn't too nervous about this because they were at my place a lot anyway. Since that first day, I had always treated both of them like small adults, talking with them rather than at them, never ignoring them, and always listening and being fair. It showed, because they also treated me fairly, as an adult and an equal. They were still kids, though, and respected my knowledge and authority. Usually.Mary dropped them off at three, giving me some emergency numbers and last minute instructions on bedtimes. Being Saturday, these were flexible. They expected to be back the following afternoon. The girls had their backpacks, nighties, a change of clothes each, and some toys, games, and books to keep them amused. Oh, if you're wondering, this wasn't a paid thing. It was a favour for friends.We watched a little TV, played a little, Brenda wrestled with me on the couch (I lost), then had dinner. Corn on the cob, 'burgers, and salad made a good meal, I thought. Jello for the girls for dessert. Later in the evening, after some TV, they wanted me to read them some more out of their latest book. It was something they'd started me on early. About once a week, we'd sit together on the couch and I would read them a chapter or two. They thought it was great, and I didn't mind. It was fun having them around for company. And besides, it was expanding my mind and my vocabulary.Now, if I haven't mentioned it before (yeah, right, a dozen times already), these girls were intelligent and precocious. Books, to them, meant one thing - great stories and tales of adventure, magic, and mayhem. You're thinking sleeping beauty, little red riding hood, beauty and the beast. Not for these two. Lord of the Rings, Beowulf, The Iliad, Dragon-riders, The Malloreon, Discworld, this was the kids' reading material. Their favorite authors were (and still are) Aspirin, Hawke, and Pratchett. At that age, I hadn't even started reading Enid Blyton.I let them stay up a little later than their normal, then sent them to bed. They were supposed to sleep in my spare bedroom. That lasted until five minutes after I got to bed."It's cold." "I'm scared!" "I'm lonely." "I miss Mom and Dad." "Can we sleep with you?" "Mom and Dad let us." "This house makes funny noises." "Why is it so dark in here?"You get the idea. I didn't think their parents would really appreciate me sleeping with the two girls. Call it a bit of prudishness on my part, but even if nothing happened, and nothing would, just the thought of sleeping with them made me nervous. I sent them back to their own bed. About a half-hour later I was awake again, a thump in the hall bringing me to full alert status. Burglars? Nah, had to be the girls. I pulled on my sweats and went to find out.Vicky was sitting in the hall, a blanket wrapped around her, leaning against the wall. "I'm scared.""Where's your sister?""Downstairs""All right you, back to bed.""I can't sleep in there. It's too scary."I left her there and went to find her sister. She was downstairs, sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the TV. The sound was turned off so I wouldn't hear it."Well? Why aren't you in bed?""It's too cold and lonely. Vicky won't stay in there, so I came down here."I knew what was happening, of course, and so did the girls."Brenda, what would your mother say if she found out you ended up in my bed?""Nothing. She would be mad if she knew you made us sleep by ourselves when we're cold, lonely and scared, though."Sighing, exasperated, knowing I'd already lost this one, I gave in.She was probably right about her mother, too. "All right, I give up.You win." She was running up the stairs before I finished talking. I ended up with one girl curled up in either arm, covers pulled up to our chins. I'm really glad their mother makes them wear full nighties to bed. I left my sweat pants on.Waking up with the two girls in my bed was an adventure in embarrassment. They were still in my arms, Vicky facing me with her head on my chest, one hand on my stomach, with my arm around her waist and my hand resting on her hip. Brenda was facing away from me, butt pushed into my thigh, with my other arm wrapped around her and that hand being held by her on her chest. I could feel one of her nipples pressing into my palm.They were both still asleep, so I tried to slither out of there. All this did was make things worse. When I tried to move my hand off Brenda's chest, she grabbed it tighter, with both hands, and pulled me back. I moved my hand off Vicky's hip and onto her waist. This made her wiggle around, and she ended up with one leg over top of mine and her crotch pressing into my hip. All I could do was lie back and try to sleep. These warm bodies did feel nice, though, even being kids.I did doze off again, and woke up when the girls started squirming. "Just getting comfy" was the only muttered response I got when I asked if they were awake. Yeah, getting comfy with my legs, arms, chest and stomach. Hands and legs everywhere before they settled down to sleep again. I was quickly getting used to this, though, and again nodded off.When the two of them finally woke up for real, I received a peck on the cheek from each, a thank you, and a good morning. The rest of the day was more normal.A few days later, when I talked to Mary about what happened, her response was again a surprise. Not as big as the last one, because I was starting to know her, but still a surprise."Yes, I know. Did anything happen? Did you hurt either of them? Were they unhappy? No? Then what's the problem? Like I said before, it's your place. You control what happens over there. If you let them sleep with you, fine. It was their choice too, remember."Needless to say, next time I babysat, the two of them didn't even make a pretense of going into the spare room. They waltzed up the stairs and dropped their packs in my room, cool as anything.***Somehow the years did slip by. For birthdays and Christmas I'd give them things that would be special for them, rather than the usual t-shirts or CD's or stuff like that. I gave Vicky a signed copy of Necromancer for her tenth birthday. She showed it off to everybody for months. For Brenda's eleventh, I gave her a framed print of Michael Whelan's White Dragon. It's been hanging in her room ever since. Hey, I'd never heard of this stuff before, but it made the girls very happy. I didn't neglect things on the home front, either. I made regular visits or calls home to talk with and gossip about family and friends. The folks were fine, and my sisters were doing okay. I tried hard to keep in touch with Caitlin, my baby sis, because I was always the one she'd turn to for help or comfort when I was home. I did miss her. By the time I was ready to graduate, my neighbours seemed more like family to me than my own folks. Once I had my degree, and finished some post-grad courses I wanted to take, it would be time to move on in my life - start a career, get a social life again, find a good woman, etcetera etcetera. Maybe it was my vague ramblings on doing these things that made her strike earlier than she'd planned, suddenly realizing that I wouldn't be there forever. She hasn't told me the full truth yet, and may never tell me. She started in on me just after finals were finished... ***I got back from work early on a Friday, putting in extra time now that my school workload was slowing down. It was now late April, so the weather was turning nice, and this had turned into a gorgeous sunny day. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a soda, and went to the back porch to stretch out and relax a bit.Brenda was already there, sitting in a lounger, knees tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her calves. She was staring out over the ocean. I could tell she'd been crying."What's the matter?" "Nothin'""Riiiiiight. I'll be sitting here when you're ready to talk." I'd seen this too often to try and push her. Let her come to me if and when she was ready to unburden herself. If she didn't want to talk to me, she wouldn't be here. It did take a while. I was working on my second cola before she spoke up."Richard, when you're finished school, you're gonna move away, aren't you?"All right, what gives? It's not the usual school/sister/boyfriend problem that I'm used to. At least, not the kind I was used to when dealing with my sister."Probably. I'll be starting a new job somewhere, maybe in another city. Don't worry, I won't forget you. You're like family to me."She sat there for a while longer, staring at the sea."No, I didn't think you'd understand."Before I could respond, she got up, walked over, and kissed me - a full French kiss right on the lips. Now THAT got my attention. She kissed good for a kid. Hell, that was a good kiss from anyone. Without another word, she walked off the porch and over to her place.I watched her go, staring at her, too surprised to say anything.I guess I should describe her again, both for your sake and mine. That kiss was a sort-of revelation for me, making me take a good look. She was no longer a little girl at thirteen years of age. Now she was a young lady, with many of her womanly charms developing. There was a definite figure there now, with nice breasts, slim waist, noticeable hips, nicely rounded ass, tapering thighs, and legs that went on into next week. Her hair was still that rich strawberry blonde, a little darker now at the start of spring, and her eyes were the same luminous green, large and expressive. The rest had developed from little-girl to young-woman, including a wide, full-lipped, expressive mouth. I now knew from first-hand experience how soft and tender those lips were, too.She wasn't a kid anymore. She was a beautiful young lady. I hadn't paid attention to the changes, even when babysitting. I'd gotten so used to having them sleep with me when they were over, I never noticed the extra padding on the chest, the graceful curves, the rounding of her bottom. Not even when my hand was holding her breast, as I then remembered from the previous week. They still slept the same way when with me, Vicky in one arm, facing me, with my arm wrapped around her and my hand on her hip, and Brenda facing away from me, holding my hand to her chest.Am I a prime idiot, or what. Is there any other male out there who wouldn't have noticed holding on to a beautifully shaped breast on a very pretty thirteen year old? Thinking about it, Vicky wasn't a little kid either. She was two years behind Brenda in age, but not nearly that far behind in development. A bikini now had something to hide, or show off if you will. Her breasts were thickening pads behind her nipples, waist becoming defined, baby fat disappearing, hips widening, bottom starting to round out. She was now about 5'3", while her sister was 5'2".I wasn't going to be sleeping with them while babysitting anymore, I decided. That decision turned out to be academic anyway.***She was back again the next morning, around ten. No hello, no knock, just suddenly there on the porch, staring out over the ocean. Now, I know I'm not the greatest conversationalist in the world, but usually when you say 'hello' you get some sort of response. Not that day. Time to wait it out again. I carried on, doing a little housework, some light reading, and writing up notes for work.I made lunch for two, and we ate it in silence on the porch.In the afternoon, Vicky came over for a while. She was her usual cheerful self despite Brenda's mood. I took her into the kitchen and asked what was wrong with her sister. Her answer? "You, silly!" When I pressed her on this, wanting to get some real answers, she just shut up or played dumb.Vicky went home for dinner, but Brenda stayed on the porch. I made dinner for two, and we ate that in silence as well.Time to ask her mom for help. I found Mary in her kitchen, cleaning up after their dinner. Giving a hand, I asked what was wrong with her daughter."Brenda? Nothing is wrong with her at all. It's her boyfriend that has the problem.""Boyfriend?" That was news to me. I didn't know she had a boyfriend. Neither the girls nor their parents had mentioned anything about a boyfriend."Yes. She's been seeing him for a while, but he seems totally uninterested. It's very frustrating for her. She's got something up her sleeve, though, so I'd be careful around her for a while."She had a boyfriend. Brenda had a boyfriend. One that I didn't know about. Someone stupid enough not to be interested in her. Why did that news get me so, well, mad and jealous?There was no sign of her at my place. I imagined her going to see her boyfriend. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night, wondering about Brenda and her boyfriend, and what they did together.***Sunday morning she was there again, sitting in the back. This time Brenda was wearing a Bikini and sunning herself. I thought it was better than her just being wrapped up in a ball like the last couple of days. Communication lines were still down, even when I asked if she wanted to talk about her boyfriend. It was starting to worry me. Believe it or not, I did care a lot about this young lady. It hurt me seeing her like that, especially since it seemed she was taking out her social problems on me.Being ignored was starting to get to me too, even though I tried not to show it.I carried on with my chores and work, occasionally going out to sit with her for a few minutes. After my revelations the other day about her growing up, it was impossible to ignore her in that bikini, especially when she was on her stomach with that ass of hers exposed to view (guess what my favorite bit of female anatomy is). Each time I came back in, I had to adjust my cock into a more comfortable position. It's bloody awful when someone you've basically regarded as asexual (I don't fancy kids as sexual, personally) suddenly turns into a cock-hardening piece of jailbait without you noticing. She IS supposed to be like a sister or a cousin or something, right?Lunch for two was again silent.Later in the afternoon, it started clouding over and getting chilly. She showed no sign of moving, and it was obvious that she was getting cold. Well, I'm the one that's supposed to know better, so I brought her inside, wrapped her in a quilt, sat her on the couch, and made her some cocoa. No verbal response, but I did get a smile. That was something I hadn't seen for days and it made me feel a lot better.Vicky came over after supper (I cooked for two again, if you hadn't guessed) hoping for a reading session. Sure, why not.I fetched drinks - soda's for the girls and beer for me - picked up their book, and relaxed into my recliner. Readings generally lasted a half hour to an hour, depending on moods and the storyline. Two minutes into things, Brenda got off the couch and crawled up into my lap, quilt and all. The only two words I got from her for three days were "I'm cold".Well, I wasn't very successful at not getting erect with that girl's bottom in my lap and her breasts resting on my chest. There's no way she could miss it, since it was running along her ass-crack, but she didn't move, say anything, or even blink. I could feel her nipples through her bikini and my shirt. She certainly didn't feel cold. Her head was resting, quite comfortably I might add, on my left shoulder just below my jaw line. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the feel of her body, it was just my scruples getting in the way. This was still a thirteen year old woman-child in my lap, despite what my body and my lewd imagination were saying. Somehow my emotions were also conspiring against me. Her little sigh of contentment left me flushed with a warm all-over glow.After the reading was over, the two of them headed home. One thing she left me with, something which really confused me, was a big, warm, wet, kiss, just as she was getting up to go. Speechless, I watched that bikini-clad bottom of hers walk out the door and down the path. Emotions and feelings I didn't know I had came out. Sadness at seeing her leave, loneliness when she disappeared, and some jealousy and anger over her boyfriend. I thought that if I ever met that jackass, I'd straighten him out. Damned idiot, ignoring a girl - no, a woman, like Brenda. Dipstick didn't know a good thing when he saw it.The other thing she left me with was a raging hard-on, the one that she'd been sitting on for the last hour. I wonder if she had any idea how bad off she left me.***Monday I had no classes and no work, so I did shopping, laundry, housework, yard maintenance, studying, and some design work. She showed up at four, curling up on the couch under the quilt, staring out the window. It was a change - she was in the house. It was still chilly out there. Dinner for two and an evening of TV. She went home at eight.Tuesday I had classes and an afternoon of work, returning home after seven. She was on the porch, shivering. I asked if she'd eaten, and she shook her head no. I carried her inside, wrapped her up, gave her some cocoa, cooked her dinner (I'd already eaten), then asked what the hell she was doing. No answer. What a surprise. I sent her home.Wednesday I had work in the morning and early afternoon. This time I made sure I was home before four. She showed up right on time again. Same spot on the couch, dinner for two, some TV, and back home at eight.Thursday she was there at four, once again punctual. I went over to talk to Mary about her daughter, leaving Brenda alone."She's spent an entire week over at my place. Haven't you noticed?""Of course we have. It's just that she can work out her boyfriend problem a lot easier away from us, and your place is like her second home.""How can she work it out? She doesn't say anything! All she does is stare at the ocean or the sky or the TV! I haven't had more than two words out of her all week! There must be something seriously wrong here.""Richard, my daughter is hurting really bad right now. She is trying very hard to work out what is to her an extremely difficult situation. I can do nothing to help her, nor can her father or her sister. For the first time in her life she has a problem that only she can deal with.""Surely to god there's something somebody can do? Maybe go out and have an, err, friendly chat with this boyfriend?""No, that wouldn't work either. We've talked things over here, and doing that would only make the situation worse. I really wish there was something we could do.""So you're just going to let her live at my place until she's solved her problem?""That's your choice. It's your place, you make the rules. If you don't think she should be there, you can always tell her to leave."Talk about unsatisfactory. No answers, no solution, no clues as to how to get into Brenda's head. Frustrated and uneasy I went back home.Dinner for two again. If this went on, I'd need more provisions, and I thought about getting a better variety of food. Cooking for one leads to a rather uninteresting, almost monotonous set of staples. After some work and some TV, I sent her home at eight.Friday, four o'clock, no Brenda. Five o'clock, no Brenda. Six o'clock, ditto. I dropped in at their place to socialize for a while. No Brenda. I went home again, watched some TV, and went to bed. I was lonely.Saturday was a gorgeous, warm, sunny spring day. For some reason, it was even more perfect when I noticed Brenda sunning herself out in the back again, in her bikini. I called out a good morning, just to let her know I noticed. After cooking lunch for two, I went out shopping, leaving the back door open for her, returning just before suppertime to find she'd come inside, curled up under the quilt and fallen asleep. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and yes, so beautiful, it was hard to keep from picking her up just to hold her in my arms. I swore that if I ever met that jerk of a boyfriend, he would regret every moment of pain he caused this woman-child.She woke up while I was cooking dinner. After eating, as we sat to watch TV, she snuggled up to my side, still under the quilt. I put my arm around her, feeling quite protective that evening. She felt good, even though I was *very* careful about where my hand was. That bikini left a lot of bare skin. When I went to bed, I was still muttering half-formed threats against that boyfriend of hers.Sunday, same routine, except that after dinner Vicky came over for a reading session. I then realized I hadn't seen her all week. I guess Brenda was just too depressing to be around. Funny that I seemed to be happier with her there, even with her not saying anything. Yes, she curled up in my lap again, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and left me with another aching boner. I was still happy. Horny as hell, but happy.She was over again Monday.Tuesday I worked late, returning home at seven. Once again, she was out on the porch, shivering. I called her a bloomin' idiot and a numbskull and several other G-rated versions of the same thing, carried her inside, warmed her up, fed her, and told her that no stupid jackass of a boyfriend was worth going through this shit for.Wednesday I told her I had a date Thursday and wouldn't be home until late. She just looked at me for a few seconds, then looked away. It was impossible for me to miss that brief stab of pain in her eyes. Later, lying in bed, I tried to figure out why it hurt her to know I was going out on a date, and why I felt so bad about it.Thursday. My date was okay, she was a nice lady I'd met in school, and we'd dated several times before. She knew me fairly well, and commented that I seemed distracted all night. I told her it was a problem at work that kept popping up in my mind, and I apologized for being such a drag. There's no way I could tell her that I was worried about Brenda.Friday. No Brenda. I went over to socialize for a while, and found out she was on a date with some guy from her school. Not her boyfriend. Okay, I can handle that, can't I? Maybe she's trying to make her boyfriend jealous.Saturday. No Brenda.Sunday. No Brenda. I asked Mary if she was getting over her boyfriend problem."I don't think so. This is the third day in a row she's had a date, and each time she's been with a different guy. I don't know what her boyfriend did, but she's apparently trying to make him jealous or get even with him for something. I have tried to talk to her about it, but with no success.""What the hell does she think she's doing? Is this boyfriend of hers worth it?""She thinks so. I'm not so sure. He's a nice enough guy, but in some ways he is such an idiot. I just hope he realizes what's happening before Brenda really gets hurt."Vicky came over for a while later that afternoon, just to talk and get away from home. I asked her about her sister."She's mad at her boyfriend. No, she didn't say why. Her boyfriend? I kinda like the guy. Her dates? Jerks, all of them. Why? I think she's lookin' for trouble. Mom thinks so too. Dad's stayin' out of it, 'cause mom knows lots more about my sister's problem."I don't know about Brenda's boyfriend, but she was certainly getting me upset. And jealous. And worried.Monday she was there. After dinner I tried to talk to her, to get her to say something to me. I talked, begged, pleaded, yelled, and shouted. I wasted my breath. Exasperated and drained, I sat on the couch with her to watch some TV. She snuggled up to my side again and I put my arm around her. The world was a good place again."Brenda, I'm working late again tomorrow night. Please try not to be a blithering idiot again by waiting here for me because I don't know what time I'll be home." No response. We just watched the tube for a while."Do you have a girlfriend?"Huh? What? I was watching a show when she said something and totally missed it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?""Do you have a girlfriend?"Do I? My mind ran through all the ladies I'd dated for the last year, whether they ended up as bedmates or not."No, I don't have a girlfriend. I have some lady friends that I go out on dates with, but no steady. Why do you ask?"No answer. I did get a kiss before she went home that night, though. It left me stiff as a board, but what the hell. It felt good. Her question left me wondering what the hell she was up to.Tuesday I got home at eleven. No sign that Brenda had been there. Good.Wednesday, no Brenda. I did get a call from home, one that meant some changes were approaching. My baby sister was coming out early to stay with me. We had planned on her coming out in late August, but now she was going to be here in early may. Less than two weeks. Somehow she'd managed to finish high school early, and wanted to spend the summer here rather than at home. So she'd be here a few months earlier than planned. That would give her some time to get used to the city before going to college, since she'd already been accepted into the same U. I was attending. Now, I know there's something more to this because of the way my sister was trying to sound so easy going and convincing. It was simpler to shelve my suspicions for later than to worm it out of her over the 'phone. I looked forward to seeing her again, even if it was because of some unvoiced problems.Thursday. No BrendaFriday I went over to talk to Mary before school was out."Yes, she's been out on dates for the last two days. Two more new boys. I don't like either one of them.""Vicky says that her dates have all been jerks.""That could be. I've only met a few of them, so couldn't comment on them all, but those few I don't like very much.""Why do you let her go out then? She's going to get into trouble with one of them eventually.""Brenda is trying to sort out her problems with that boyfriend. I think she's waiting for him to make her stop. I don't know if that's going to work though, because she's playing dangerously. If it keeps going like this, there will be trouble sooner rather than later.""That's what I mean! One of those kids won't take no for an answer.I'm sure of it. Doesn't that bother you?""Of course it does! She'll be losing her virginity to some creep rather than to someone she loves! Do you think I'm that stupid that I can't see what kind of dynamite she's playing with? If that boyfriend of hers doesn't smarten up soon, I'll get Will to use a baseball bat on him! Maybe then he'll understand what he's doing to my daughter!""That's something I've been thinking of doing myself for a week already. I just wish I knew who he was.""That would only make things worse, and you know it. She is the only one who can really solve this problem.""When she gets home, please send her over. I'm going to try and talk some sense into that thick skull of hers, even if she won't say a damned word to me."She showed up at four. We had dinner, then we cuddled in front of the TV. After a few caresses, I tried to talk to her."Why are you going out with all these jerks?" No answer. "All you are going to do is get yourself into trouble. Nobody is worth the problems you could cause yourself." No response. "Please, Brenda, don't do this to yourself. Think of your family." Nothing. "Please. You're hurting your mother, your father, your sister." She just sat there with her eyes on the tube. "All right. For my sake then. I just couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt by one of those guys."After talking a bit longer, still being totally ignored, I wound down.It took a while but she did say something."All right."Huh? An answer? A positive one yet?"You mean you won't go out with those creeps anymore?""I won't go out on any more dates with those guys.""What made you change your mind?"No answer. No more answers for the rest of the evening. As she left, I kissed her for a change. She smiled. I still couldn't figure out what I said to change her mind about those creeps she was going out with. It was something to puzzle over.Saturday it rained. She and Vicky were both over for most of the day. They both sat on the couch, reading, watching some TV, and staring out the window. At least Vicky would still talk to me, so we jawed about her school, the kids she knew, my work and school, her parents, and my family. I cooked them lunch, then supper. We had cocoa and popcorn in front of the TV later, and Brenda sat in my lap until they went home. One thing about having her over regularly, my beer consumption was way down.Sunday was similar to Saturday, except they both went home for dinner. It was lonely, cooking for myself again.Chapter 2Monday she was back again. After dinner, when we were snuggling in front of the TV, I asked her a question that had been bothering me for a while. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer."Brenda, why are you here at my place all the time? Your mother says it's because you're working out a problem with your boyfriend. Shouldn't you be with him instead?"She turned and looked at me with those big beautiful green eyes of hers. After a minute of staring, she kissed me, then turned back to the TV.I admit that I can be pretty dense. Sometimes things that are obvious to others just pass me by. Hints may have to be less than subtle. I do, however, notice it when someone hits me with a baseball bat. That's what it felt like. A nice 32 ouncer right across the back of my skull. I was the jerk, the bastard, that horse's behind.Just to confirm my idiocy, I had to ask."I'm the boyfriend everyone's been talking about, aren't I?""Yes"A simple answer, said so calmly and so easily she could have been saying yes to having a soda. Like the class A-1 jerk I am, I opened my mouth before thinking things through."Brenda, I can't be your boyfriend. I'm far too old for you!"Here I am, cuddled up with her under a quilt, alone with her in my place for the umpteenth time, watching TV, my arm around her, touching and occasionally kissing, suddenly realizing what was going on. Like I said. Dense. She had an answer for that. Or rather, she had a question."Do you love me?"I opened my mouth, ready with another quick answer, then shut it before I made things worse. Besides, the more I thought it through, the less sure I was of my answer. I did love her, but in what way? I had no reply to give, so this time I kept silent. The thing that surprised me was that we stayed snuggled together until it was time for her to go home. She never moved away from me, and I never moved my arm or myself away from her. We kissed again as she left.Sleep only came to me early in the morning. It was haunted by unremembered dreams.***Tuesday I re-arranged my work schedule so I could talk with Mary in the afternoon before Brenda got home from school. It was a memorable conversation."Mary, Brenda asked me a question yesterday and I don't know what kind of an answer I can give her.""Let me guess. First, you figured out who her boyfriend is, right?""I... Uh, yes.""Then she asked you the big question. We talked about it last night.""What am I supposed to say to her?""The truth, when you figure that out.""Come off it. She's almost young enough to be my daughter. I can't be her boyfriend. There's no way it could ever work out."She *was* almost young enough to be my daughter. If I'd been really unlucky my first time, I could have had a kid about twelve years old at that point."Let's try something different before you say something you'll regret. I'll ask you a few questions, and for each honest answer I'll give you something in return. These will be difficult, so think before you reply. Nothing you say will be repeated to anyone, either."It wasn't what I expected. Then again, I had no idea how she'd react in the first place. But this?"How old were you when you first had sex?"Instant panic. Then the automatic reflexes kicked in. "Sixteen.""Richard, I said honest answers. That means the truth. Otherwise leave."Honest answers. This was important. Was I that transparent?"You have to promise first that *nothing* I say here will ever be repeated.""You have my solemn word.""I was twelve. Don't ask who with, because I'll never tell anyone that." (And before you dirty-minded pervs out there get any ideas, no it wasn't with either of my sisters or my mother or my aunt.)"The first time is supposed to be a wonderful experience. Did you enjoy it?""No. Neither one of us had the slightest idea of what to do, so it was messy, painful for her, upsetting to me, and downright scary seeing all that blood. We never ever tried that again, at least with each other.""Yours was a little worse than average, but not by all that much. My first time was when I was eleven. He was eighteen, and we both loved every second of the event, even the brief pain when I lost my cherry.""What sick bastard would fuck an eleven year old?"She grabbed a beer from the fridge and put it in front of me."Here. You'll need that to wash the taste of foot from your mouth. It was Will, my husband."I shut my mouth, then had a quick couple of slugs. This was a shock.It was difficult to picture Will as a pedophile."You see, I chose him to be my first because I wanted it to be special. He was smart, good-looking, charming, and a really nice person. It took a lot of convincing on my part to get him to 'take advantage' of me. I don't think he realized back then how things would turn out. My mother never suspected a thing until I was seventeen and I picked him to be my date at the junior prom.""So you're saying that you approve of anything that happens between us. Is that it?""I'll answer that with another question. How many of Brenda's classmates do you think are still virgins?""What's that got to do with anything!?""Answer the question.""I have no idea. All? Most of them?""Just over half. The others have already started in on their sex lives, whether as a one-time thing or on a regular basis. By this time next year, you'd be lucky to find half a dozen virgins in that class. What I'm saying is that Brenda has made it clear that she will be active soon, with or without you. She chose you years ago, but you've been so thick-headed that you've never noticed. Then you drop hints about moving away. What do you think that's doing to her?"Now I'm trying to picture it from her point of view, and I realize that I can't. She's probably spent more time at my place than anywhere outside of home or school. We've done things together that require a great deal of trust and faith in each other. Hell, she's been occasionally sharing my bed. I thought I knew her. Trust, yes. Faith, yes. Love?"Mary, what is it she's looking for from me? I need to know.""You have to ask her that. Once you start asking the right questions, she'll start talking to you again.""How long have you been in on this conspiracy?""For half a year. That's when she became serious about you. Before that, it was just an infatuation, and we ignored it. Since then, Brenda, Will, and I have had quite a few arguments, but she has her mind made up. If we say no, she's made it clear that her second choice is either the football team or the baseball team. I *thought* she was joking, but she didn't smile or laugh when she said that. Brenda gave us a choice, and we would rather she have her chance with you than do something stupid in retaliation."It took a few seconds for me to absorb that shock."Is there anything else I should know?""Only this. I love my daughter, and I do not want to see her get hurt. Make certain that you can live with your choices, whatever they are."***She was over at four, as usual. I was getting good at this cooking for two business, since I was getting so much practice. The quality of the food and the cooking had gone up considerably over the course of those two weeks.After dinner, we cuddled again, adding in some more caressing and kissing, this time watching the sunset.It was time for some honest answers, I hoped."Why did you choose me?"She looked at me, looked back at the sunset, and sighed."You are a really nice guy. You are handsome, intelligent, willing to learn, and you can think. For me, you've always been a person, not just another adult. You treated me nice, paid attention to me, bought me things that were special just for me, and you said you'd never hurt me. You never have. Lots of times you could have taken advantage of me, teased me, sent me home for teasing you, or tattled when Vicky and I fought, but you never did. I fell in love with you. That's why I chose you."All right, what was I supposed to say. She just bared her soul, and I didn't know if it was within me to give her what she wanted."What are you looking for from me?""Love. The real kind. I think you love me, but I don't know for sure. I guess it's 'cause you don't know either. I'm waiting for you to figure that out."I guess I asked the right question. Could I handle the answer? It definitely needed a lot of thought. One thing I did notice - over the past two weeks it had changed from her showing up and sometimes snuggling up to me to *us* cuddling, caressing, and kissing. There had never been a full-time lady in my life (except the Aussie, but we both knew that would end) and sitting there, sharing time with Brenda, did feel awfully nice. But did I love her like she was the love of my life? Once again, I had no answer to give.***Wednesday, when we were cuddling, I asked one more question."Brenda, if I did leave, what would you do?"I could feel the tension and shock roll through her body."Richard, if you left me, I would be heartbroken for a long time. Eventually I would get over it, of course, and try to find someone else. It would never be the same as with you, but I would probably find a man I could care for. He wouldn't be as good for me as you are, but if that's what you decide, then I have no choice.""I haven't decided yet. I wanted to hear from you what might happen.It helps to know you wouldn't do something really foolish."Later that night, I tried to picture someone else sitting beside me on the couch, someone besides Brenda. Anyone else. I went through my batch of possible dates, the ladies in college, the ones I met overseas, even the girls from high school. It wasn't difficult to picture sitting and cuddling with most of them, but it was impossible to imagine sitting there and getting the same feelings of togetherness and belonging. Only one came close, and that was Nadine, the woman from Australia. Of course, that may have been leftover lust. She was still the best bedmate I'd ever had.That didn't do much good.***Thursday at lunchtime I got some help making up my mind. It was a question I asked of one of our customers. We were treating them to lunch, and things had already moved from pleasantries through business and into general talk. Jerry, the customer's head guy, was going through his fourth divorce. I asked him if he'd ever found the perfect woman. "Once, a very long time ago, I did. She was beautiful, intelligent, cuddlesome, and a lot of fun to be with. I was young and foolish, too full of myself. There were lots of chicks around. I took her for granted, took too long to pop the question, so she found someone else. It was only after she left that I realized how much I loved her. I've been looking for someone like her for the last thirty years. If you have a chance like that, don't pass it up.""How did you finally figure out that you loved her?""That's an easy question for me now. The answer simply came too late to help. Just picture that special person in your mind, in a time and place where you both were happy together. Now imagine spending the entire rest of your life without her. If you can do that with a steady heart, you're not in love. If the thought makes you ill, then you may be in love. The worse you feel, the more likely you love the lady. I've never been in love since, but I keep looking, obviously without any luck."***Later that evening, when Brenda and I were cuddling, I tried out his suggestion. It was easy to imagine us sitting here watching the sunset, because that's what we were doing. Pushing forward ten years, then twenty, I removed her from the picture. I took out her form, her smile, her eyes and hair, her unique smell, that fantastic ass, her voice and laugh, the arguments and teasing, her temper, all the books and readings, our kisses and cuddles, watching her in the sunshine, seeing her sleeping, having her run all over the place, the way we slept together, her face when she unwrapped a special present, how she made me feel when we were together like that, everything. Just imagining it left such a big hole in my heart I started to cry.Brenda waited for me to finish, not saying a word. It was a quick recovery, since I could still hold and cuddle her. We kissed."Brenda, I love you. For now and for always. As long as you want me, I'm yours.""It's about damned time you figured that out! I've been waiting a year already! Now let's kiss for real!"So much for my idyllic romantic scene. I needed to adjust my imagined 'love moments', modifying them to match the spirit and temperament, never mind the impatience, of a thirteen year old girl.There is something to be said for enthusiasm. Her kissing technique needed a little work, but she was good and would get better. It was definitely a lot of fun, especially when she was squirming on my lap. I hoped I would never regret that choice. She went home at eight, promising that the next day, being Friday, we'd start getting serious. Talk about a suggestive statement!***< Well? How would you have fared against this lady? Any better than me? Or am I the only weak-willed person on the planet, the only one who could have been captivated by this young vixen? > < Something I always wondered about is what would have happened if she had been less adamant about capturing me, or if one of those other dates had gotten to her first. Where would we each be now? Would I have found someone to love like I love her? Somehow I doubt it. > < First, I'll tell you about the great time we had on Friday. I'll save Saturday and all the surprises for later. >***Friday was very... memorable.After my morning class and some early afternoon work, I dropped in to speak with Mary again. That was before Brenda got off school."So, did she tell you?""She didn't have to. She was lit up like a beacon and bouncing off the walls. The only thing she needed to say was "he's finally mine!". You could be in for some rather, ah, interesting times.""No kidding. That's what I'm here to talk about. You realize, of course, now that I've said yes, what she's going to want?""Do we need to go through that again? I already understand what you are going through, and how my daughter is feeling. This is her choice. Just be good to her. It's all I ask."Mary invited me to dinner Saturday, as a sort of celebration.***I decided to dress up for our first night. Shiny black shoes, black socks, pressed black dress pants, and a white dress shirt with cuffs and collar. I ignored the cologne, since most of my previous dates preferred a natural smell if we were intending to become intimate.Dinner was sort-of catered. I went out of my way to get some really good Chinese take-out. It would reheat nicely in the oven or the microwave. There was already wine and beer in the 'fridge, so that wasn't a problem, though I doubted she had done much, if any, drinking before. That was in addition to the usual assortment of sodas.It took forever for four o'clock to show up. Brenda didn't show until five. The wait was worth it.She and her mom must have worked for hours to get her looking like that. Her red-blonde hair was pulled back into a pair of braids, one falling behind either shoulder. There were hints of makeup on her face, just enough to accent her eyes, cheeks and lips. She didn't need any more. On top she wore a beautiful soft white blouse with full sleeves and lacy neck and wrists. You could just see hints of the lace bra underneath, through the fabric. Below that was a navy blue miniskirt, just barely long enough to cover the tops of her stocking in front and back, and showing them off on the slit sides. Yes, she wore pale blue elastic-topped stockings. Her shoes were the same navy blue as the dress.This woman-child was a magnificent sight. Her outfit showed off all her assets, including her long luscious legs, nice waist, petite breasts, and, my favorite, that tight, round backside. If Brenda had dressed like that on any of her dates in the last couple of weeks, there's no way those guys would have left her alone. When she came in, she did a slow turn, letting me get a good look at all sides of that beautiful creature. In spite of all the physical beauty, it was her eyes that drew me to her. They glowed, revealing an inner fire I couldn't resist. For a time, little existed other than her, all else fading into nothingness. Her look of love, tinged with lust, re-ignited my passions, sweeping aside all doubts and questions. The woman I loved was standing there, waiting for me, wanting me."... like it?" She had been speaking, but I hadn't heard any of it."You are so beautiful..." In two steps I was there, lifting her in an embrace so we could kiss. I think I may have frightened her a little, since it took some time before her arms finally wove themselves around my neck. It was the single most wonderful kiss I have ever experienced. The magic of the moment was simply too powerful to ever be repeated in my lifetime.That intense period of rapture slowly passed, leaving behind a legacy of happiness, caring, and love. I came back to myself, regaining awareness of my surroundings. She was returning my kiss with a hunger I have rarely seen, pulling herself into me with arms and legs, almost painfully crushing her lips to mine, our tongues dancing in and out in an unchoreographed web of desire.Did I teach her to kiss like that?I pulled back from her for a moment. I needed to breathe. It was either that or pass out. Once again I could see into her eyes and was struck by the raw passion there, something I'd never seen in her before, something I hoped would be there forever."Wow! Do you kiss all the girls like that?"I chuckled. "Only one.""Yeah? Who?""You." I leaned in for another kiss, one less forceful, but with all the same love and desire I felt for this woman-child. Her lips tasted of strawberries, I noticed. That was something new for both of us, and it was a bit scary. I had no idea how much this person could affect me until then, and the result was frightening in its intensity. No person in my life had stirred up those emotions, whether lovers or family. For her, everything was new, untested and unknown. I had to bring down the heat a little, or I really would have scared her. It was tough reigning in my hormones.***We did eventually have dinner, curled up on the couch, watching the sunset again. Despite my romanticism, the wine was left in the fridge. Beer did go nicely with Chinese, though. We shared two.After dinner, she dragged me upstairs. "I want to see this thing I've been sitting on for all these months." She was serious. As soon as we were in the room, she sat on the bed and told me to strip."I've seen everything but what's in your shorts, and I wanna see that thing now too. Come on, get moving.""Impatient, aren't we." I was just as impatient as she was, but was also quite a bit more experienced. A little anticipation goes a long way, and can be quite a turn-on. It only took me about two minutes to undress to my boxers, but probably seemed more like twenty to Brenda."Here. I'll let you unwrap your new toy."My cock was already hard, tenting out the front of my shorts. She came over, looking a little tentative, reaching out with one of her small hands to touch the front of the bulge. That first contact sent shivers through me. She traced the outline through the fabric, moving it this way and that, getting an idea of the size and shape of it. Hooking her fingers under the elastic on either hip, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one motion. My cock sprang free and bounced off her chin on her way down.It was intriguing, watching her examine me, eyes wide and glittering with excitement."Is this the first cock you've ever seen?""No, but it's the first one I've seen up close."Interesting answer. I made a mental note to talk with Mary about that.It was my turn next. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew her in to me, pulling her head down for a kiss. It was another pulse-pounding event, with her holding my cock with both hands.Removing my lips from hers, I began to explore the rest of her with them, moving along her chin then down her throat. It was easy to undo her blouse and slip it over her shoulders. She released my shaft and dropped the blouse to the floor. Grabbing each other, we dove into another kiss, assaulting each other with lips and tongues.She pulled back, breaking our kiss and embrace, leaving us both gasping for air. She giggled, the first time I ever heard that sound from her."I think I need to be naked now, don't you?"I sat there and watched as she removed her bra, dropping it on a chair. She moved her blouse from the floor to that same chair. It was soon followed by her shoes, skirt, stockings, and panties.Now she was nude, standing there in front of me, blushing, but making no move to cover up. In fact, she began to show off a little, turning and letting me get a good close look at every part of her. As much as I had seen with her in a bikini, this was much better. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, topped by quarter-sized dark pink aureole and little-girl nipples that were now hard and pointed. Something I immediately noticed was that there were no tan lines.Looking lower, in front and behind, I saw no tan lines anywhere - and no hair. She must have seen the surprise on my face."We've got a very private backyard. Mom lets us skinny-dip in the pool and get an all-over tan when nobody else is around. It's fun, and a bit exciting. We do it all the time.""No hair, either." I was stating the obvious."Well, I don't have much anyway, and it's easier to shave it all than try and keep it trimmed for gymnastics. Besides, it makes me feel - *nasty*.""I like it. May I?"I reached out my hands for her breasts, and she moved into them, allowing me to touch, hold, fondle, and caress those tight little tanned half-orbs. Stepping in closer, she pulled my head down towards her chest, keeping her hands on my shoulders for support. How could I resist such an invitation? At first, I simply let my head rest between her mounds, getting used to the feel of being so close to her, still using my hands to gently massage those fleshy pillows, gently teasing and rubbing her nipples with my fingers. It was with care and tenderness, using lips and tongue, that I began to nibble and lick my way around the outsides of her breasts. They were warm, oh-so-soft and silky, tasting slightly salty from sweat.My hands moved behind her, one caressing her shoulders, neck, and upper back, the other moving lower to touch and caress the backs of her legs and that wonderfully tight, round, firm ass. It felt even better than it looked.Those gentle ministrations were having an effect on her. I could feel her body's tension and hear her occasional slight, almost whining, sigh of pleasure. Using both hands, I began a gentle caress of her entire lower body, starting from her lower back, over her ass and down the back of her legs, then up her thighs, over her hips to her waist, across the front of her stomach, then down over her mound and the fronts of her legs. When one hand touched her inner thigh, she spread her legs to allow me access to her crotch. That, I denied myself, for the moment. It was simply too much fun exploring the rest of her beautiful body.My mouth was not idle during that time. I licked and nibbled each orb in turn, slowly inching closer to her nipples, until my tongue was circling just out of reach of her buds. When I opened my mouth and sucked half her tit into my mouth, she shuddered and groaned, pressing herself closer to me, spreading her knees, and starting a slow rocking motion with her hips. She was getting wound up in a hurry.I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, pulling them into my mouth and flicking them with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at them with my lips, sometimes grazing them lightly with my teeth. My hands continuously caressed her body, coming close to but never quite touching her pussy. Her breathing was becoming faster and heavier, those squeaking sighs more frequent. There was now a damp heat radiating from her crotch, something I could feel whenever one of my hands wandered near. The rocking of her hips was also getting faster and more insistent, almost beginning to demand attention.It was difficult to maintain a slow pace, but it was for her pleasure, so I did. If I pushed too fast or too hard, I might have scared her or hurt her, and that would have been unforgivable. My own needs would have to wait, possibly for another day. With the promise of a long future, it was a very small sacrifice.Now she was completely lost within her own pre-orgasmic world. All thoughts and inhibitions had disappeared. I was in control of her body and her sensations, and I wanted to draw out her pleasure for a while. It would have been easy (and I was tempted) to jam my hand into her crotch and drive her into an almost immediate orgasm, but that would be short-changing her after that long, delicious build-up. No, taking my time and doing it right, despite the pounding of my heart and the fire in my belly, was the best thing right then.Moving both hands, I used one to hold, fondle, and squeeze those tight ass muscles of hers, and the other I used to cup her pussy, all of it, from her mound to her ass crack. She immediately spread her legs wider and attempted to drive herself to orgasm by grinding her crotch into my palm. I let my hand be moved along with her hips, denying her that release. Her high-pitched sigh/whines were now interspersed with the odd whimper and moan of frustration. She wanted to cum bad, and I wasn't letting her.It was easy to let my hand ride with her motions, leaving just enough resistance to stimulate her, but not nearly enough to get her off. Slowly she gave up on thrusting, settling in to a slight rocking of her hips. Her whimpers and moans changed to sighs of pleasure when I increased the pressure of both hands, one pushing from behind on her ass, the other pushing up from below and in front against her pussy. She was completely soaked between her legs, pumping out an amazing amount of liquid for such a young girl. It was easy to lubricate one finger and let it settle in between her lower lips, sinking it deep to lie full-length against her inner recesses. Her rocking motion increased in intensity, becoming harder and faster, but only moved a few inches back and forth.I let her get herself off, rocking and swiveling her hips, changing position and angle to press her most sensitive spots against me. I helped by grinding my palm into her mound to stimulate her clit, and by crooking my finger and driving the tip into her hole.She came with a gasp and a shudder, her entire body tensing and stopping all motion. I responded by attacking her with hands and mouth. I had never stopped licking and nibbling her nipples, but I went back to a hard sucking, tonguing, and nipping of them. My hands were driving fast, replacing her now absent motion with their own, pushing her, rubbing her clit, her slot, and the first inch of her vagina. With that strong, flexible, well-conditioned gymnast's body of hers, she could handle a long, drawn-out climax, and I gave it to her. I kept her there for a good minute or so, only slowing and stopping when she ran out of air. I'm not sure how many peaks she had, but each one was punctuated by another loud gasp and a firmer pull on my head with her arms.To prevent her from collapsing on the floor, I stood and picked her up. Laying her out on the bed, I crawled on beside her, pulling her to me in a tight embrace. Shudders were still running through her from that long, intense set of orgasms. I pulled a blanket over us both, then kissed her, lightly, before settling down for some rest. She needed it.***I guess I drifted off for a bit there, because I woke up to a wonderful sensation on my cock. When I looked, Brenda was curled up between my legs, one hand slowly stroking my shaft, while she licked the underside with her tongue. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine for a second, acknowledging the fact that I was awake."I think I like my new toy. In sex-ed they always call it a penis.What do you call it?""Well, when I think about it, I call it my cock.""Sometimes the other girls call it funny names, ones I don't recognize. Can you tell me all of them?""<chuckle> Brenda, even I don't know all the euphemisms people have for a cock. There's hundreds of them. The one's you'll usually hear are cock, prick, dick, penis, shaft, rod, dirk, dagger, love tool, willie, baby-maker, spunk-jet, rocket - ah hell, I can't remember any more right now.""Do you like what I'm doing to you?"She was giving me a nice, leisurely hand job with a lot of tongue action thrown in. It was a fairly skillful effort too. Somehow I didn't think this was her first time - she was doing too good a job."Yes, this feels really nice. How many other boys have you done this to?""None. This is my first time. I've never touched a... cock... before.""How come you're so good at it, then?""Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you know."I promised."I've been watchin' mom and dad for years. They do all kindsa stuff. This is one of dad's favorites. Of course, mom usually does this, too."She moved forward a bit and... engulfed... my cock. That's the only way I can describe it. The feeling was incredible as her mouth closed over onto two-thirds of my shaft. I guess she wanted to get used to the taste or the feel or something, because all she did for the next few minutes was do a bit of sucking and lick around on different parts of the shaft and head. She pulled off and let go with an almost audible pop, and resumed her slow stroking."That doesn't taste too bad. Not like some of the girls said. It's kinda musky and salty, but not gross. What's that stuff?"I opened my eyes again. She was staring at a drop of pre-cum sitting on the head of my cock."That's a bit of pre-cum. Didn't they teach you about that in your sex-ed class?""N-no. It's not pee, is it?""No, it's not. I can't pee when I'm excited like this. The plumbing inside gets turned off. They don't teach you much, do they.""All they teach is about penises and vaginas and wombs and testicles and ovaries and eggs and sperm and periods and making babies - and lots and lots about funny diseases people can get. They don't say anything about fucking or kissing or climaxing or any of the good stuff. We gotta figure that out on our own.""True. But that's all part of the fun of growing up. The older you get, the more you know, the more fun you have.""Yeah, but I wanna have fun now, not wait until I'm old. Heck, mom started a long time before me, and Vicky...""Vicky?""Nah. She hasn't done anything with guys yet. She's still a virgin too."So there's secrets for Vicky too. Something else to ask Mary about."It's time to play with my new toy. Now, how does mom do this..."She got up on her knees and leaned over my cock. Using her tongue, she lapped up the few drops of pre-cum, rolling them around in her mouth before swallowing. With one motion she was again taking over half my cock in her mouth. This time, she started a slow bobbing motion, sliding up and down my shaft. The conversation had distracted me from what was happening, but suddenly I could feel myself edging a little closer to that ultimate peak.I could tell she was practicing, getting used to the feel of my cock in her mouth, as well as its taste and smell. Her tongue explored every part it could reach, including trying to insinuate itself into the hole in the tip of my cock. I've had better blow jobs, but not for several years. The girl was incredible, instinctively doing all the right things. I guess watching a live show every once in a while helps further an education more than I would have thought. I knew if she kept it up, she'd find out first-hand what semen tasted like.Brenda started trying something new. She pulled back a bit, tipped up her head, and slowly sank down into my groin. I could feel the back of her mouth, then some spasms as her choke reflex kicked in. Moving back a bit, then forward again, she sank a little farther in, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She pulled back a bit again, catching her breath, then tilted her head a bit farther and pushed down again. That time I could feel the head of my cock pass through into her throat. I could see the concentration in her face - her eyes were closed tight and her brow was drawn down. After pulling back for some more air, she pushed in again, sinking down until her nose was buried in my curly hairs. She'd done it. I could feel my cock being massaged and compressed every time she swallowed, and could see the lump in her throat where the head of my cock sat. She finally pulled right off, breathing hard, with a look of real satisfaction on her face.All through it I could only lie there and stare at what she was doing, with my jaw hanging open and my eyes bugging out. The last time I'd been swallowed like that was in Puson, and that girl was an expert. I've had plenty of blow jobs since Puson, but never had anyone go right down on me. Guys, if you've ever had this done to you, you know exactly how I felt. It's impossible to describe, trying to combine the intense physical pleasure of a tight throat and warm mouth with the mental stimulation of knowing that your cock is sitting in the gullet of the woman in front of you, and she's doing it willingly. By the time she was done, I was gasping and shuddering, on the verge of climax. But, she was done, and left me hanging there, unaware of how close I was to blowing my load. She slithered up beside me and gave me a big, warm, smack on the lips."Do you think you could be happy with me? I mean, I am rather young, and underdeveloped, and I don't know much, and... and...""Shhh, Brenda, It's okay. C'mere."I gave her a big hug and a kiss."Now listen. I love you. I love you for what you are, not what you aren't. You are beautiful, inside and out, with personality, charm, wit, intelligence, and a killer bod. Yes, you are young and inexperienced, but everyone is at one point. I want to be with you while you learn about life and love. As you grow older, your beauty will change from one form to another, but you will still be beautiful. I'll be happy just to be with you, as long as you want me. And I hope that will be for a long, long time.""Richard, I love you."That next kiss lasted for some time. It's amazing how much passion can be expressed by two people holding each other tight in a lip-lock that just won't quit. It helps having a lot of skin contact, and having a partner who can't seem to lie still. We lay there for a while, sneaking little kisses from each other, whispering about nothing in particular, holding and touching, just getting used to being intimate. I watched the lust building up in her eyes, until..."Richard, would you...""Would I what?""Well, would you, like... to do me?""Do what?""Well, like, sorta like I did you, sorta?""You mean, lick your pussy?" I was guessing."Well, yeah. I see dad do it to mom all the time and she looks like she loves it but the girls at school say guys don't like it and they won't do it 'cause it's gross but they like it too and say it's wonderful but I don't know what it's like and I want to try it! Please?"How she got all that out in one breath I'll never know."Well, let's see. If you think about it, it is a little gross. I mean, girls pee there, they have periods with all that blood and stuff, they get nasty infections, and they get really sweaty and wet in there.""Oh.""Of course, that's never bothered me. Eating out a girl is probably my third-favorite thing to do.""Oh!"I moved in for another kiss. If she learned to kiss like this from me, then she's a much better student than I am a teacher. Of course, I could be better than I give myself credit for, but I doubt it.It took a while for me to work my way down to her pussy. I lingered on her neck for a bit, then paid more than lip service (Ha! I couldn't resist!) to her breasts and nipples. By the time I arrived, she was breathing heavily and letting out the occasional sigh. Shifting us around, I moved in between her legs and lifted her calves over my shoulders - my favorite position for a long, lingering session.She was beautiful here too. No tan lines - even her pussy lips were tanned. No hair or stubble anywhere. Even as worked up as she was with her legs spread like that, her lips stayed tightly closed.Using both hands, I opened her up to view her hidden treasures. That let loose several trickles of her juice, which I immediately lapped up. If her wiggling and groaning was any indication, she was definitely heated up and ready for more.With the tip of my tongue I traced the junction of her inner thigh and crotch, from bottom to top, up over her bare mound, then down the other side. After a short pause to lap up some more dribbles, I circled back the other way, caught a few more drops, then went back again. When I gave her one broad stroke from hole to hole to pick up a little stream, I had to hold her down so she wouldn't throw me off the bed with her hips. She liked it.I began to lick at and in her hole to clean up all those delicious fluids collected there. Inside, she was creamier than outside, and her taste was a bit thicker and stronger. It was hard to keep up with her flow, especially since I couldn't sink my tongue in all the way. Her hymen blocked off access about an inch deep.So I settled into a rhythm for a while, waiting to see if she'd cum. Lick deep inside several times to pick up her thick cream. Run my tongue along the outside edge of her hole for a few seconds. Trace a line along the edges of both outer and inner lips. Dip down to tickle her anus. Return with two or three broad strokes from hole to hole. Back inside for more juice and cream.Sometimes it was hard to keep the sequence going, especially when Brenda tried to buck me off the bed. She hadn't cum yet, but her moans and unintelligible cries and shouts let me know she enjoyed my attentions. I was pumping my tongue in and out of her hole when there was a sudden arching and stiffening of her entire body, combined with a gasp of indrawn breath. I held her down tightly so she couldn't throw me off, and kept licking up her cream. It changed from a trickle to a stream, letting me enjoy a real mouthful of her delicious juices.She relaxed for an instant, exhaled in a big puff, then gasped and arched her back again, seizing up in another peak. Then a third. Breathing hard and fast, she rolled and jerked her hips at me, wanting more. So I began a slow tongue-tip massage of the skin around and on top of her tiny clit. It wasn't much bigger than the end of her baby finger, but it was sensitive.As soon as she felt the tip of my tongue near her sensitive little button she began to hump her groin, looking for that extra stimulation. I lubricated two fingers in her juicy crack and slid them inside her, down to the first knuckle, and began a slow pump in and out of her vagina in time with my teasing tongue. It was time to speed things up a bit. I wanted her completely satiated before she was completely exhausted, and with all the moving around she was doing, she'd be pooped in no time. Pulling my fingers away for a few seconds, I sent some broad strokes up from anus to the top of her crack, both to collect up her spilling fluids and to lubricate her completely again. Resuming my finger-fucking at a faster pace, I pursed my lips around her clit and began to suck hard, using my tongue to run all around and over top of her hood and sensitive tip.That sent her over hard again, but this time I didn't let up, and she stayed arched, occasionally gasping for air, her unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling, hands clutching the covers, thighs squeezing me tight, and vagina spasming around my fingers. Oh, this girl was fantastic!I finally relented when she came down, collapsing in on herself and gasping for air. There was no way for me to know if she'd had one huge climax, or a rapid succession of them. All I could be sure of was that she'd really gotten off big time. Crawling up beside her again, I cradled her in my arms, letting her enjoy the aftermath of her release. When I kissed her, she responded warmly, but quickly pulled back for some more deep breaths. I pulled the blankets over us and let her drift off to sleep. I'd wake her later to let her dress and go home. She told me earlier that her mother would be waiting up for her.< At the time, I didn't try to analyze what I was doing or why I was doing it. All that mattered was that I loved this beautiful young lady, and she loved me. >< In case you're wondering, my 'morals' had been greatly adjusted by my experiences in the far east. Since I wasn't a regular tourist, it went without saying that there were many places I got to that weren't, shall we say, perfectly acceptable to western ideals. More than a few times I was propositioned by girls who were, by my poor estimate, no more than ten or eleven. Fifteen seemed to be about the median age in those areas. The only time I indulged, though, was in the classier massage parlors, where the management could guarantee me that the girl of choice was at least sixteen. They may have mislead me once or twice, but I did try to stay somewhat close to my parent's values. >< Those were the girls I learned massage from. Somehow they had a difficult time believing that someone could pay full price for a girl to do *anything*, but then, after a brief session of lovemaking, want to learn their arts. Strange, but true. They certainly enjoyed my efforts, since theirs was the only body I had available to practice on. I enjoyed myself immensely. You wouldn't believe how many different techniques are employed in all the cities between Djakarta and Sapporo. I tried to make certain the girl was *well* satisfied before I left, since I usually asked for her again if I returned to the same place. It made for a much more enjoyable session the second time around. Of course, massage wasn't the only thing I learned from them. >< Oh, right, sorry for rambling on there, but those were times I remember with a great deal of fondness and joy. > < Getting back to my story, it's about time I explained what happened the next day, Saturday. You see, I'd forgotten that my sister was about to move in with me, and I never mentioned it to anyone, so... >Chapter 3The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister arrived. This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to get her to talk about the real reason she'd come out so early. It was nothing like what I'd imagined... Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had been a long and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during the wee hours of the morning. I'd gotten her up around midnight and sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home to mama. Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went downstairs to answer it. There was my baby sister Caitlin. It was right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today. I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping over everything. I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father.Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full inheritance. I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also see her as an absolute beauty. Let's see, from the top. Her hair was dark, almost black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a ponytail. Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural highlights around her cheeks. Her lips were a light red, her eyes dark brown, large and liquid. She'd inherited some of our father's height and build, standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean frame, and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy backside, and long, slender legs. I learned later that she kept her figure with lots of swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk halter top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight jeans.She smiled, and did a slow pirouette."Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me in, or stare at me all day?"I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited her in. I also dragged in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag. She was travelling light.After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas and we sat on the couch to talk."Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had always worked before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding a secret. Eventually she would just blurt it out. It worked this time, too."You didn't buy that story, did you?"I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming around, looking everywhere but at me. I just waited. She eventually sighed, and stared at the floor."I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. Will you promise to keep this a secret?""Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to everyone living in this house." I had to throw that in, because somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually. I considered her part of 'my' house now. Something I hadn't considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain Brenda to my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret."Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove street.""Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick glasses?""That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears contacts, and he's on the football and rugby teams. He's filled out a lot. We were going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me not giving him head on one date, and we broke up."She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I blushed. My baby sis talking about sex like this? She had changed. I continued my stare. She was far from finished, I could tell."Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's really quite personal and rather embarrassing."More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her ex-boyfriend?Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more ways than one. I nodded.She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do you remember his little sister, Angelique?"I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my sister would have been ignored by me."Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now. You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family, including his sister Angie. She was... well, I uh... somehow we... Oh hell, I don't even know how to say it right. I kept going out with Gary only because it let me get close to her. I don't know how it happened, it just did. It's never happened to me before!"Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. Talking about something between her and a girl was. This had to be something special."You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of intimate?" "Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a bit, staring at the floor, then continued. "We were full-blown lovers. For three months." She turned and stared at me, finally blushing. "There. It's out. You know.""So, how come you're here?""After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to find the time and privacy we needed. One night her father caught us, bare-ass naked in bed and making out. He went ballistic. He threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school, social workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for 'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little more tolerant, or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause. She and Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine, as long as I left town. That's why I'm here early."It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought about it for a while."Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you think I'm a wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say something!""Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. I'm certainly not going to yell or scream or anything like that. Besides, regardless of who you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis."She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly kiss on the lips. I hugged back, and my cock began to stir. Sister or not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around on top of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was just an accident. The last thing I needed right now was more complications in my life."Really?""Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or something?You know me better than that.""Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a wonderful brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted. It's been hard enough on me as it is.""Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. Who else knows?""You, me, Angie, and her mother and father.""Our folks don't know? Gary?""Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so hard. I couldn't even talk to mother. It's been... a strain."She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it in the tension on her face. That was something we both wanted to avoid right now. Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable."Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor poor overstressed sis. So many troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. Nobody in the world hurts like you do, nobody else ever...""Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!""At least you still have a sense of humor! Come on, I'll show you around the place and let you get settled in. You even get your own bedroom, with no sharing!"I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom up until I moved out permanently, five years ago."A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting to have to share a room with you when I got here. Thank you."Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with that comment.I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her. After all, she was straddling my lap. She kissed me again, on the lips. I resolutely kept my mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this was my sister, and I was now spoken for. Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to."C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I want to see *my* room. Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited." She wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited.Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs. It wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes watching us, through the french doors, ever since my sister arrived.I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, especially the queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains. Besides being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat. It was, according to her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not my style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with its unimpeded view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real beach only a few minutes' walk away.Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook lunch later.In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can think of to let you know what happened over at Brenda's that day. Especially about Vicky. Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll act like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on. You should just be reading the story, not my idiot interjections. Sooo... "Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her bedroom. Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt? You know, the one we got for you last fall? As far as I know it should still fit you, after all you're not developing THAT fast!""Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!" Coming from someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly."All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through everything else in your wardrobe. You can wear the blue blouse and skirt. I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all, Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a fuss like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion or something." She laughed a bit under her breath."Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?""I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and getting everything else ready. Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with all your chatter last night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep in. I guess I better go ask him now."Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna know a secret? I think Richard's got a girlfriend."Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend. What makes you think he does?""Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there that looks like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!"Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place."Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!"The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard and Caitlin were settling down on the couch. They hid themselves, but continued to watch.They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal, because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed. They watched Caitlin jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk for a while longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap. Then, when she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing not much more than his robe, she became angry.She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do.Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before deciding that I was a low-life scumbag. That's when June came over and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving in with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me before slicing Will onto me with a baseball bat. Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll keep my two bits to myself. When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit strangely. She said there had been a visitor."She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She saw my suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. It was strange. I said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes. She told me to make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at five.""Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. It finally dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda.""Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any better."All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? Since I'm gonna be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets. Are you into older ladies or something?" She said that last bit with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes."Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this house?""Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd had a few seconds ago."I need you to promise the same thing. This is very important to me.""Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can be trusted with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. Whatever it is, it must be pretty wicked."He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up. It's something I'd much rather forget. I really don't like it when my sister is mad at me. And boy was she mad. All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta here! "YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed properly abject."God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me about my brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. Sorry, you're right, it's statutory rape. They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years for god sake!"She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again."And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've taken to bed with you. Have you thought about what it's going to do to her for the rest of her life? God Richard, I thought you at least had a few brain cells active when you're horny!"After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam to sit down again."Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair or hypnotize her or anything like that. This girl knew exactly what she was doing. At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy being seduced by her! In fact, that was probably her intention from the beginning.""Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young girl, she would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside. I don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks. Brenda is not an ordinary girl. She is more mature than many of the college girls I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought of them, both for me and for her.""I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did. Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her. That's all I'm asking. Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?"Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone expression, Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All right, I won't turn you in to the cops right away. But you better be on your best behaviour from now on. No more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk. Do you understand me, Richard?""I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't keep.""God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess it's time to get ready for this dinner. You look terrible. You need another shower and a proper shave, and you look like you need a nap, too."True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming about this perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her so she could display me to the class in show and tell."Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. "Okay Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now. You really caught me by surprise with that one. I thought I was the only one carrying around deep dark secrets. Now for the important question - how should I dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach? Slutty? Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?""None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?""I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. Now you go jump back in the shower before you make us both late! I've still got to get some of these clothes sorted out."Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious waterworks. Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when I'm not wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone. When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago. It didn't do much good. 'I'm just going to have to give Brenda some warning, that's all.' Mary thought to herself. 'But not yet. Let her have a few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able to keep up a facade that long.'Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?""I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her voice that told him she was deep-down upset. She was not telling him the full truth, that was obvious. It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's, and very likely involved Brenda as well. An ugly picture started to form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away."Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an early start on dinner." She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the kitchen. "I think this should be an interesting evening. Oh, and before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will be bringing someone else with him."***Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any longer. Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house, apparently floating around on her own little cloud. Even the taunts of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks, were ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went upstairs to her daughter's bedroom."Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?""Sure mom. How do I look?"This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing her blue outfit. When her dad bought it for her, just after her last birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'. He was thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function that young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda modeled the outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly didn't look much like it did today.The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright light shining through it from behind. The blouse was made from a lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same color and sheen. Neither had any visible print or pattern to them.The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to tuck into the skirt. Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because it ended right at the top of the skirt. When she moved, little bits of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts. It puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her breasts, but not fully revealing them.A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under the left side of her jaw. A hint of puff was there on each of the short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line, making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have.In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that the two edges wouldn't lie flat together. There would always be a few small peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a while, as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was wearing underneath.The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now sporting a short slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before. The bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved, hinting that more could be revealed at any time.On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up under the skirt. Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been pulled back and done up into some sort of complex french braid, intertwined with a bright blue ribbon. Her ears sported tiny sparkling blue gemstone earrings."Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in between her bratty spells."Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced in front of her. This was the type of innocent beauty that women all over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely succeeded. The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making them look far more sexy than if she were naked."Come on mom, how do I look!?""Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any man or boy who sees you dressed like that. You'd have them reduced to gibbering simpletons in seconds.""D'you think Richard will like it too?"Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed. "Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me. That's what I came here to talk to you about. You see, men don't always mean what they say when they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for them to think clearly or logically. Yes, I know we talked about this last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see that yet. He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman.""No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. He does love me.""Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet. There may be facets of himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us."Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been secretly listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a secret? Richard's already got a girlfriend." She tried to hide her grin behind her hand, really having fun with this.Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. "Vicky, how do you know Richard has a girlfriend?"Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped grinning. She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny."I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's house. Then she went down there too. Me and mom saw her and Richard kissing in his place."Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. "Mom?""Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, but no, I didn't find out anything about her. I told her to make sure Richard brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out what's going on real soon. Okay?"When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I said Okay?"This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head nodding. That would have to do."All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two wash up, then meet me in the living room to greet our guests. Shoo!" She ushered them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug from her husband.***A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go.They both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing.Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair of black dress pants, and black shoes. This showed off his strong shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection.Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme. Black pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver earrings and a hint of makeup finished off the look.Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown up and good looking his baby sister was now. Three extra years had done a lot for her. Her breasts and hips had filled out a little, her stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely. It showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully. His cock also noticed, and he started getting hard again."Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous.""Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But you'd better watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's getting you into trouble, remember?"Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. Looking at him over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know, if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you.""Same goes for me, sis. Now, let's go see what kind of trouble I'm in."Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?""Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now. Being scared stiff all day has sort of made me a little numb."When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on to it for (her) moral support.***Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward their place. Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes, and he's bringing that girl with him!""All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet our guests properly." Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen in the right direction.When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please come in?"As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help staring. There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less than 48 hours after promising himself to her forever. After what her mother and sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much. The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly slammed her down. With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading toward the stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him."No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please."Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to this lovely lady?"Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. She noticed this, realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her little girl. Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door."Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their older daughter Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister, Caitlin."Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Will simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face, glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary still hadn't told him what was going on. He now had some very strong suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in this, so he didn't say anything.Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin. Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of lust in the little girl's eyes. She blushed, not really knowing why, and looked away.Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the tension that had been gripping her for hours. With a small sigh, her knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch. 'Whew' she thought. 'That explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over there.' Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister? You never mentioned anything about her coming out for a visit.""Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well. I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of weeks ago, what with all that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning.""Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the door and saw me standing there. I wish I had a picture of that! It was priceless! Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more fun!"Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts, and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out. She decided."Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get them something to drink. You can check on dinner while you're there. I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes."Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Ok, but what about..." glancing up the stairs."I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. It'll be better this way."With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him. This gave his wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat. He didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands.***Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, and simply waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very confused. When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him."Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you.""Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response."When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner, I got hit with a rather nasty shock. After what Brenda said happened yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you. I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry."Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in. Mary didn't seem to be upset about what he and her daughter had done. Even stranger, she was apologizing to him for doubting him. It took a few seconds for this to register properly.Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few more seconds to consider his words. "I don't think there's much to apologize for. Looking at it like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have thought the same thing. I didn't have any time to consider other people's reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a surprise.""Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. She thinks you lied to her. When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better go up and see her. I think she needs you.""One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my daughter.""Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed to say it.She actually smiled a bit!"Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last night?" She was not going to let him have time to think about it. She wanted an honest answer, not a 'correct' one."I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking. It's the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day.""Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?""Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to.""Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've discussed this before. As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will trust the two of you together." With that, Mary gave Richard another little smile. "She's really much more mature than you would believe for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of happy with her choice. She could have done much worse. The age difference is a problem, but we can talk about that another time."Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned, having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only was Mary not mad at him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done! It was one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear Mary's acceptance."Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's just a little too young for making decisions like this? And me, I'm almost twice her age!" He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary letting Brenda and him continue on. This had to be brought up again, though, for his own peace of mind."That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time. As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our family. Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked out her future husband when she was fourteen.""I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family, except Vicky, have been through the same thing. I will not be the one to break her heart by standing in her way.""What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this, and whether or not you think you can handle it. If you can't handle it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term, now is the time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll give you a couple of minutes to think it over."With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things were fairly quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation, and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently. They both became silent as she walked in. Will looked at her questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake of her head.After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than anything else. Everything was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them. After a very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat back down on the couch.Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said that I love Brenda. I do. I want to make her happy. I will be hers for as long as she wants me. I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen completely in love with your daughter.""Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do the right thing. You'd better go up and see her. Right now she probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too. She needs you.""Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister everything. She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that she actually came over.""It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk with her as well."Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing him off toward the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his lady.Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk, one that she knew she couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen, receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living room for a couple of minutes. Will gave his wife a short, very intense questioning look. Mary stepped out into the living room, preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply.Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you know anything about this, or are you just as much in the dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew. She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when she stood in the doorway.Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where he had gone."He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be quite a relief for her to learn that you're Richard's sister." Caitlin looked at Mary, looking slightly confused. "By the way, he also told me that he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night."A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go up to her? In her bedroom? Him, alone, with your daughter?""Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would happen up there anyway. She prefers doing things on her own terms. When Brenda told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda feels though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future husband. Of course, I was a lot younger - all of ten at the time. Will still doesn't know about all the things I did to make certain he would be mine.""Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to continue this relationship? I mean, they were having sex!" Caitlin was becoming more and more confused."If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will continue and grow, with all that implies. She's told me that she is completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me that he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything were to pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's as well. I'm not about to let that happen. I care too much about them both. I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating them would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything rash." Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying. "This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl. I don't know what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of this the same way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I just hope this doesn't end in disaster. I've had enough of that already."Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last sentence, decided not to follow up on it. Maybe later. "Okay, I'll accept that." They both got up and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I think I'd better put my husband out of his misery. He's probably guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my way for now.""You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god.""It'll be ok. Just be quiet and let me handle things." Her talk with Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had expected. Things were looking much better.They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at the table sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the stove. He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife. She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face. Apparently, things were working out according to her plans. He just wished he knew what they were."So, is dinner ready yet, honey?""It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are enough people in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat.""Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set the table and get dinner served up? Your father and I need a few minutes alone. Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind. Come on honey." Mary turned and walked back into the living room without waiting for anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door.***They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen. Will sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying anything. When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his response. It wasn't quite what she'd expected.Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK honey, I'll trust you on this. I remember a bit of what you went through. But if anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a chuckle. "So, she got to him already. We seem to be a very passionate family, don't we?"This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It was a little out of character for her husband. She decided to ignore it for now.Chapter 4Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed the door behind him. He saw her lying on the bed, curled up on her side, facing the wall. Her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs."Brenda?" There was no response.Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to caress her shoulder. She pulled away a little the first time he touched her, but stayed still when he put his hand on her shoulder again. All he heard was a very muffled "go away"."Brenda, please listen to me. If you still want me to go away when I'm finished, I will. I promise.""Remember what I said the other night? I told you that I loved you, and that I would be there for you as long as you wanted me. I meant it then, and I mean it now. I do love you. I want to be with you and make you happy. I never realized until then how much I do love you. When I saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with all that pain, almost tore me apart. Brenda, I am yours until you tell me you don't want me anymore. But it looks like it's going to take you a while before you really believe me.""Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so I'm feeling a lot better about us, and so is she. She told me what's wrong. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I forgot that Caitlin was coming. No, she isn't my girlfriend or lover or mistress or anything like that. She's my sister. Now, if you still want me to go away, I will."He felt her sobbing slowly stop. In a tiny little voice he heard her ask "Your sister?""Yes, my sister."Brenda half-turned and looked at him, eyes cloudy with tears, face flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks. That look of hurt was still in her eyes, but there was also a spark of hope. "Is she really your sister?"Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it hard to speak. He wanted to take her into his arms, to hug and cuddle her, to kiss away all the pain he saw. But he knew that he had to be very gentle with her right now, and let her come to him. "Yes, Tinkerbelle, she really is. Caitlin is my baby sister. You are the only love I have."Brenda then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and started crying into his shoulder. He knew that at that moment, she was definitely still a little girl. Richard just held her close, hugging her to him, whispering sweet soothing sounds into her ear.A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he heard her quiet voice in his ear. "Do you really love me?""Yes, Tinkerbelle, I really and truly do love you with all my heart.""Good, 'cause I love you too. Don't you ever do this to me again." With that, she shifted around until she was looking into his eyes, then gave him the softest, most sensual kiss he'd ever had in his life.A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door. Mary stuck her head into the room and said that dinner was ready, so if they were both ok, they'd better get cleaned up and down to the kitchen. She then closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again."Well, Tinkerbelle," Richard whispered, breaking their kiss. "Do you feel ok now?""Uh huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, intense kiss."Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath. "Let's go get cleaned up for dinner. I think my sister wants to meet you."Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard have his first good look at her since he arrived. "Whew. Brenda, who did you get all dressed up for?"She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You, silly. Do you like it?" She stood away from him and gave a little spin.He couldn't help it. He was getting hard just looking at her. "Well, that's just about the hottest and sexiest outfit I've ever seen. I love it.""Yeah, I see you do like it." Brenda reached over and ran her hand down the front of his pants, following the outline of his hardening cock. A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. "At least, part of you does.""Come on, you little tease, let's get cleaned up before things get out of hand. Or in your case, before something gets into your hands." They both laughed a bit at that bad joke, and headed for the bathroom.***Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up. When Mary came down after checking in on Brenda and Richard, she said she wasn't sure how much longer they would be, so everyone might as well get started. She'd been right earlier, it had been an interesting evening. There was no way she could have seen how much more interesting it would get.A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in. Brenda's arms were wrapped around Richard's chest, and his arm was around her shoulders."It looks like you're feeling a little better Brenda," Mary said, breaking the sudden silence."Yeah, mom. I feel a lot better now. Maybe even a little bit hungry."Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin."Oh, sorry Sis. Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is my baby sister Caitlin.""Hi Caitlin""Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she walked into the room. She looked hot, devastatingly so, and very sensuous and tender. The crying had reddened and moistened her lips, and given her eyes a luminous quality. The outfit she was wearing enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places.Caitlin couldn't believe it. Brenda was turning HER on! She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting moist. She could finally see how her brother gotten into such a situation. It would be hard to say no to anything that girl wanted.Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in her eyes as she did. Will was the only one who noticed, and he said nothing. Vicky felt someone watching her, turned, and looked straight into her father's eyes. He winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away. An almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, quickly replaced by one of youthful innocence.When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with Vicky for a few minutes to have a talk with her about Richard and Brenda. When they got back, Vicky had a big grin on her face, and a very mischievous look in her eyes. After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in the living room talking about unimportant matters. Will brought out a big bottle of wine, a nice cool dry white that left a pleasant after taste, and everybody had some. Even the two girls were treated to a glass. Almost everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about what was happening, but the wine helped them to relax a little. Neither Brenda nor Vicky seemed to notice any of the tension.Brenda spent the entire evening holding on to Richard, determined to 'punish' him for what he'd put her through, however unintentionally. She was sitting in his lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock with her ass or thigh without anyone noticing. Every time he shifted position to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda wriggled around to 'get comfortable' and get a better position over his cock. What made it worse for Richard, she was also making sneak attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking. She seemed to be mainly targeting his ears and throat, but anything within reach was apparently fair game. He didn't know if it was supposed to be heaven or hell, but he certainly wasn't going to complain!Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, and almost felt sorry for him. She could just about feel the waves of pleasure/frustration surrounding him. "Well," she thought, "it's his choice, so he'll just have to live with the consequences." The problem was, watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her panties were already soaked through, and her nipples were so hard they almost hurt. Of course, a lot of that was Vicky's fault.Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining in the conversation when it seemed interesting, and climbing onto various laps looking for hugs and kisses. Her mother thought that was only natural, since her usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with and wasn't going to share with her sister. It did seem a little funny though - as it got later, Vicky was climbing up into Caitlin's lap more and more often, and staying there for longer periods of time. She made a mental note to find out what that was all about later.It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what was happening to her. That little minx Vicky was doing to her exactly what Brenda was doing to Richard. Every time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap, she would 'accidentally' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's crotch, or her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and caress her breast while seeming to just reach around for a hug. The entire situation just seemed unreal to Caitlin, almost like a dream.Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. She'd had enough wine, and didn't want to get light-headed. Will followed her, leaving the others alone for a few minutes.Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he whispered in her ear. "Quite the pair of young lovers we've raised, aren't they?""Yes, they sure look like they're having f... Huh? Run that by me again?""Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers. I think that's what I said.""What are you talking about? Brenda's in there with Richard, and unless you're referring to him as a son already, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean.""I was talking about our daughters. Brenda's going after Richard with a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caitlin so worked up she doesn't know if she's coming or going. I thought you'd notice. She's certainly not been hiding it much.""What are you talking about? Since when is Vicky interested in sex? What the hell is she doing out there?" Will's face went from happy to mildly puzzled, paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled on worried and upset."You mean Vicky's never told you?""Told me what?" Mary was looking upset, her voice getting a little higher and more strident, but still trying to keep the volume down to a whisper."Better have a seat, Mary. I think *we* will have a long talk with Vicky about this soon. In the meantime, I'd better fill you in on a few details you've missed about our daughter's private life.""I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt. Vicky is both sexually active and experienced. At least with women."Mary sat there and stared at her husband. With the other surprises she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a bombshell like that was going to take some time."Vicky told me you knew all about what happened. Apparently she lied to me.""You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has already had sex? Will, she's only eleven! And I *know* she's still a virgin! How the hell could you let something like that go on and not even tell me about it!""Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'. I found out almost by accident, sometime after the fact, a couple of months ago. I found Vicky crying in her room, and she told me everything. She said she'd already talked to you, and since Brenda walked in and heard the story too, she knew as well. I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said anything to me, but Vicky said she'd talked to you already. She also said that she was trying to get over her lost lover, and it would be easier if nobody talked about it around her."Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing."Okay, so tell me now. What happened.""Are you going to settle down a bit first?" He handed her a glass, and she sipped on it, not noticing the contents."Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes to other women. Her first partner and teacher was a teenager, and Vicky was fond of her, nothing more. The second one, though, Vicky loved. And was loved in return. The girl was a year older and more experienced. She moved away a few months ago, shortly before Vicky talked with me, and our daughter had been heartbroken ever since.""I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told me, male or female, until tonight. I don't know why, but Vicky seems to have something going for Caitlin.""I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know.""Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caitlin, she looks happier than I've seen her in a long time. That's why I've been letting it go. I wanted to see if Caitlin could or would respond, because I think Vicky needs someone, at least for a while. When you didn't say anything, I believed you were thinking along the same lines. I'm sorry. I didn't realize.""God, this is so sudden. I don't know what to say.""I think you should sleep on it. You're having trouble thinking clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing could hurt Vicky or Brenda. Caitlin is Richard's sister, and if she's anything like him, I don't think she'd do anything to hurt Vicky. If they do hit it off, I'm willing to let it go for at least one night before we decide on what to do.""It feels like I've just lost my baby. It hurts.""I know, I know." He wraps her up in his arms. "They're both too young to be lost to us already, but it's happening. Fighting against it would only make things worse for all of us. You know that. You still remember what it was like when you took me.""I know. It's just so sudden.""Look, you'll just have to trust my judgment for a change. We'll talk about it some more in the morning, when we're both sober. I just hope I'm as good a judge as you on this one. I'd really hate to see Vicky hurt by this.""Now, I'm going back to our guests. You sit her for a while and compose yourself. If you need to talk, just come get me." Will walked back into the living room, leaving Mary to sort out her feelings.She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly at her husband, and sat beside him. She gradually regained her composure. The three girls and Richard never noticed a thing.***Eventually, the evening wore itself out."All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed," Mary said, breaking away from the conversation. "It's getting late, and it looks like our guests need to head home and get some sleep."Vicky's response was typical - "Aw mom, do I hafta? It's just getting fun now!"Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to whisper in her mother's ear. "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight? Please! I've got him so worked up, I think he's about to explode, and if I don't get some relief, I might explode too! Please, please, pretty please!"Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost laughing. "I can see what you mean! The poor dear looks sooo uncomfortable, trying to hide that bulge in his pants. If you can get your father to agree, then yes."Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick hug, and whispered into his ear for a few seconds. A look of surprise slowly worked its way over his face, and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow raised, silently questioning her. She nodded, giving him a little smile. Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Ok honey, but go get a bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and Caitlin home in a few minutes.""Thanks dad." With that, Brenda almost flew up the stairs, only slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's cheek with another kiss on the way by.Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and kisses, wondering what her sister was up to. Just as she got to Caitlin, Brenda was back downstairs, with her bag, all set and ready to go.Richard saw her, and nearly choked. "Where are you heading out to, Brenda?" He thought he knew the answer, but was feeling very nervous about that possibility."Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place tonight.""Do I get a choice in this?" he asked, still feeling a little stunned.Mary answered him almost immediately. "Of course you have a choice.All you have to do is say no."Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring deep into her soft green eyes. "I don't think 'no' is a word I can use right now."Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and then looked into Caitlin's eyes for a second. Caitlin, looking back, thought she saw something in there, just for a second, and then it disappeared."Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too? Please?""No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not tonight anyway.""Aw, I don't think it's fair. Brenda gets to go out and have fun and I hafta stay home.""Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would really enjoy company tonight," her mother replied.Caitlin heard herself speak up, as if in a dream, not really in control of what she was doing, almost watching it from the outside. "It's okay if Vicky comes over. I'll look after her. Richard and Brenda wouldn't be alone in the house anyway, because I'll be there. Besides, I don't think they'd even notice."Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved in a kiss, and hadn't heard anything for a few minutes.Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush around the neck and ears, the erect nipples, and the way she was almost squirming in her chair. Caitlin was obviously very much aroused. She almost said no, before taking a good look at Vicky.Vicky's eyes were almost pleading with her mother to say yes. Her eyes were bright and filled with a passion her mother didn't recognize. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed, as was the skin around the neckline of her blouse. For the first time, Mary saw that Vicky's small nipples were erect, trying to poke out through her blouse. Even her breathing was a little heavier and more erratic than it should have been. Mary felt a little light headed, still hardly believing the thought that her youngest daughter wanted, almost needed, to hop into the sack with a nearly-grown woman.Will broke into Mary's thoughts. "Dear, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" Taking her hand, he led her into the other room and closed the door."I really think we should let Vicky go. She needs someone right now, and Caitlin seems to be available and willing."Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she had to trust him, and could only nod and agree.Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that Richard was sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, and Caitlin was sitting in another chair with Vicky in her lap. She just caught a look and wink pass between Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have ignored before. It was almost like there were conspiracies going on around her that she knew nothing about. "Yes," she said to herself, "a long talk with Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even another chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow."Behind her, she heard her husband's voice."Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can stay over at their place tonight too. But it's up to them first. Caitlin?"Caitlin could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. Sitting on Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up underneath her, looking like the sweet innocent child of eleven she was supposed to be. The foot at the end of that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's crotch, and her toes were doing wonderful things down there. Nobody else noticed a thing."Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?" That was the first Richard had heard of it. His mind had been elsewhere a short while ago."Well, only if you agree to it. Caitlin's already said that she'd take care of Vicky while she's over there, we've both said okay, so now it's up to you." Will looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he said this.Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were sitting. Remembering what his sister had confessed to earlier in the day, he looked at the two of them very carefully. Both were staring at him. They each had the same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in their eyes, and both were very much aroused. Richard looked Caitlin directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with this, Sis?" Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, but she nodded yes anyway."Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I certainly can't say no."Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to Richard and gave him a big hug and kiss. She then ran upstairs to pack her overnight bag.When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary gasp, followed by an almost inaudible moan. She let her breath out slowly and tried to control her breathing. Nobody had ever had that kind of effect on her before in her life, except maybe Angie. She didn't know what was happening, or if she'd wake up from her dream soon, but to her, it felt wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell the next morning, but that was a long way away. Looking at Brenda, and watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was Vicky's touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had inflamed her passions. The back of her dress and the seat cushion were damp, her panties long since soaked through. She still felt Vicky's toes tickling and caressing her pussy.Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for seconds, Vicky was ready to go. Running to her mom, she gave and received a big hug and smooch. Breaking that off quickly, she turned to her dad and jumped up into his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck. He heard her whisper 'thanks, Dad'. He just hugged her a little tighter in response.After goodbyes had been said all the way around, Richard, Caitlin, Brenda and Vicky were all headed to Richard's place. Brenda and Vicky ran ahead and waited impatiently on the porch for the older two to catch up.Richard whispered into his sister's ear. "Well Sis, what do think we've let ourselves in for?"Her answer came back, voice thick with emotion. "I don't know. Tonight, I'm not going to worry about it. Tomorrow will be here soon enough."***Will and Mary watched them from their doorway. After everyone had disappeared from sight, Will collected his wife in his arms and gave her a long, soft, loving kiss.When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit from his arms and pulled him into the house. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?""I certainly hope so. Although, the way things went, there wasn't much else we could do, was there?""True, true. It's almost like the two of them had this whole thing planned out ahead of time. I think we'd better have a loooong talk about Vicky first thing in the morning." After a playful pinch from her hubby, she amended her statement. "Well, maybe second or third thing in the morning." He followed her up the stairs.***When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they found the two girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and laughing quietly to each other, stopping only when the two of them were within hearing range. After he opened the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede him.Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!""Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky.Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs bathroom before her sister, and closed the door. Vicky immediately turned and ran up the stairs, heading for the other, smaller one.Caitlin went upstairs to the room her brother said would be hers while she was living with him, and he started gathering up some pillows, sheets, and a blanket and comforter for her to use. He wondered if he needed to worry about finding some for Vicky as well.He had given Caitlin the spare bedroom, the one in the front of the house overlooking the road. It wasn't all that large, but it had a nice walk-in closet and a huge bay window, big enough to curl up in. There was a double bed, which had been stripped to a single sheet, a high-boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit beside the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it. Her trunk and suitcases occupied most of the rest of the floor space.The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a nice deep hardwood, and a throw-rug lay beside the bed. She'd decided earlier in the day that the curtains were ugly and had to go.Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed when Vicky came into the room, wearing her nightie. She immediately dropped her bag, jumped onto the bed, and burrowed under the covers. "Well, that answers that question," thought Richard to himself."Okay, Sis. Can you think of anything else you need? If not, I'll see you in the morning.""No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now. Good night.""'Night, Sis. You too, Vicky.""Good night Richard. Don't let my sister keep you up too late." He was definitely having a hard time adjusting, because he actually blushed when she said that. Of course, he didn't expect those types of comments from an eleven year old girl.Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to expect when he got there.***Caitlin shut the door after he left, then turned and looked at Vicky. The walk home and the work of getting the bed ready had helped to cool her down. She was starting to think clearly again, and really didn't know if she wanted to go through with what had seemed almost inevitable. Guilt about what she was thinking of doing made her remember what had happened before, the reason why she was at her brother's place and not at home. Her mind ran through everything she'd done and thought during that awful night not too long ago, and then through all the blame and accusations that followed. Guilt and pain started to flood back into her. Sorting through her things to pick out what she would wear let her put off a decision for a little longer. A voice behind her broke her out of her thoughts.Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and hesitation running through Caitlin's face, and knew the burning desire Caitlin had had for her earlier was gone."Please come to bed. Even if all you want to do is cuddle, that's okay. I need someone to hold on to tonight."That was enough. The shame and guilt she'd been suppressing came back in one big rush. She started to cry, silently sobbing to herself, as she undressed for bed. Vicky saw, but didn't understand why all the tears. She just waited for Caitlin to crawl into bed, then snuggled up to her and gave her a kiss. All Caitlin could do was cry quietly and hang onto that soft, warm person beside her. Sometime later, she was asleep.***Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off to his bedroom. He picked up the strange (at least in his place) scent of perfume and body powder. It looked to him like he was going to have to get used to that smell again. He smiled at the thought.Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light, and saw Brenda, already in bed and under the covers. She blinked a bit at the sudden brightness."Hello, handsome. Where have you been hiding?"He smiled back at her. "Business before pleasure. I had other houseguests to attend to first.""Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll be attending to me, handsome, or I just might get jealous.""No, I think I would have been in the way over there.""Good. Now hurry up and get in here. I'm getting lonely already."Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his time, knowing that Brenda was watching him very carefully. He undid the buttons on his shirt, taking his time, then demurely turned his back to her while letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms. He carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and down along his spine. A second hand snaked in under his arm and started to slide over his stomach and chest. He leaned back slightly, felt something soft and warm, and heard a small sigh of contentment."I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed."There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his neck. She was nibbling him with her lips. He squirmed as the sensation ran up and down his spine, then swerved to run down his arms, making them feel tingly, and making it much harder to undo his laces."Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed. You're just taking too damn long. Maybe you need help." With that, the hand that had been playing with his chest slid down to the top of his pants and started playing with the fastener and zipper, teasing rather than trying to actually do anything. The nibbling moved to the other side of his neck."This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping me, you know."The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, and the hand that had been tickling his back slid around and started tickling his chest. "Maybe you'd better concentrate on what you're doing, then." The nibbling moved back to his neck, then up to an ear. "Hurry up, I don't want to wait for you all night."With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed. He heard a disappointed whine behind him as well. Quickly shedding himself of shoes, socks and pants, he stood there in his boxers, the front tenting out, letting her have another good look."Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good look." He did as she requested, baring his member, which was stiff and pointing straight out. "Good. Now turn up the heat and get over here before I change my mind.""Turn up the heat?""Yeah, I got cold last night. Turn it way, way up. We're gonna cook!"Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat to 90 degrees, figuring that would be more than enough for a sauna. When he finally headed for the bed, she threw back the covers to let him in.Once again he stopped, just to stare at that beauty before him. She was completely naked, showing him everything that she had to offer, from her small but nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy, half-hidden between her thighs. It was the body of a beautiful young lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering it to him. He slid in beside her."Finally," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the full length of her body against him. Her lips found his, and pressed into him with the full force of her desire. He responded, kissing her back with equal fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back of her neck and down her shoulders, moving the other hand down her side to her hip, then behind her to fondle her cheeks and pull her closer to him.They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting and sliding around each other, tasting each other, each sharing the other's breath and warmth.Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, down between her thighs, and started to gently run his fingers up and down her crack. Eventually Brenda moaned, leaning back and breaking contact with him.She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, and then giggled. "Richard, you've been leaking." She twirled her finger on a wet patch on her stomach, then on a matching spot on his stomach, right where the head of his cock was sitting when it was trapped between them. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly licked it clean. "Mmmm... tasty. Do you think there's any more where that came from?" She reached down between them, looking for the source.His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the head of his cock. His breath was already a little ragged. "I'm sure there'll be some left in there for you."She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between his legs, curling up and making herself comfortable. He lay back, putting a pillow behind his head so he could see what she was doing. She took hold of his dick, holding it lightly with one hand, and started to slowly stroke it up and down. Some more pre-cum collected at the tip, and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. "Mmmmm"Her tongue started working on him, licking around the head of his cock, sliding along on its sensitive underside, then heading back to the tip to see if any more goodies showed up.Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine his balls, not stopping her slow stroking of his stiff member."What's it like when a guy climaxes? Is that the right name for it? I've heard some older girls say that it's totally gross and disgusting, and a few others that say they kinda like it."It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a very young and inexperienced girl, especially after the expert tongue lashing she'd just given him."Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?"She just melted down a little and purred."It's a lot like that for a guy too. Sometimes the orgasms are intense, sometimes not much more than a brief glow. The big difference is that guys ejaculate semen when they orgasm. Sometimes a lot comes out, sometimes only a little comes out. That's what carries the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman. It's called climaxing, or cumming, same as for a woman, or sometimes ejaculating."What does semen look like?""Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky look to it. If a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may have a yellowish tinge, or if he's been cumming a lot it may get thinner and more watery."Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick throughout the conversation, making it hard for him to concentrate on his answers. Between her efforts the previous night and her torture of him earlier that evening, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, maybe only a few minutes. He moaned. "If you keep that up, you're going to get a close up and personal view of a guy cumming.""Ooooo. You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll get to see the real thing?""Maybe. It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough.""What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?" Matching action to words, she started a wild assault on his cock with her whole tongue, licking the entire shaft from groin to top, circling around the head, then heading down the shaft again. Every once in a while, she put his prick in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down for a few strokes, only to take it out again and run her lips up and down his glistening member."Is that better?""Urgh, ahhhh, yessss. Keep it up, please." His cock was rock hard, his balls almost aching for release. They were jerking up and down in Brenda's hand as she fondled them. He could feel the sensations that were coming from her hands and mouth working deeper and deeper into his groin. He was close. His head was pushed back, eyes half open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at the bed, looking for something better to hold onto. "God, I'm almost there. If you want it, keep going!"Brenda picked up her pace. Releasing his balls, she used two hands to stroke his swollen penis, licking and sucking on the head and shaft, moving so fast her hands seemed to blur. She was amazed at how much thicker and heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was that close to cumming.He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure growing to a point where he knew he couldn't stop it."Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now. Just keep stroking till I'm finished! Please!"Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head of his cock, eyes wide, waiting for it. She kept on stroking with both hands as fast as she could, and suddenly it happened.Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip of his cock, shooting into the air and landing all over his stomach and chest. She watched with awe, amazed at all the stuff that was coming out and how far it was flying. One of the older girls had told her that guys stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never imagined it would be like that.She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even the little oozy bits at the end. Richard asked her to stop. "Please, let me rest for a minute." He was breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body. The heat in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs.As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was doing. One hand was holding his now-deflating prick, the other was doing slow twirls in the small puddles of cum on his stomach. Every once in a while, that hand would move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and start swirling again."That was wonderful. Thank you." His orgasm, after all the tension of the past few days, along with all the sexual teasing he'd had to endure, had been intense. He felt incredibly relaxed and mellow."You're welcome. So that's what a guy does when he comes. Is it always this messy?"Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to play in the same puddle her fingers were in. Then he lifted his finger and held it in front of her mouth. She looked at it like a bird looking at a worm, head moving from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes crossed. Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, sucking and licking on it until it was clean."No, usually it's not this messy. When a guy comes inside a girl, all the semen is concentrated into a small area, in her vagina. It doesn't jet out like it did here. The same thing if he comes in her mouth. Even when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or rag or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from making a mess.""Guys really come in girls mouths? That sounds kinda gross.""It's not much different than what you're doing, licking it off your fingers. It's just that there would be more of it, and the taste would seem much stronger. By the way, how does it taste?""Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter. Not that bad in little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to try a mouthful.""I don't blame you." Swirling his finger in a puddle, he stuck it in his own mouth and sucked it clean. "No, it doesn't taste too good. But, I guess in the passion of the moment, the taste would probably be ignored."Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating her breasts and stomach with his semen and their combined sweat. The heat in the room was intense. She stopped when her lips were almost touching his. Using a finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she held it between their mouths, hers opening first, and him following her lead. She put her finger into his mouth, then sealed their mouths together with her lips, sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and teeth, and at her finger.His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking on her finger, then darting into her mouth for a quick run around the inside of her lips. They could both taste the salt/sour taste of his semen, along with the stronger salt taste of their sweat.Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "No, it doesn't taste nearly as bad when you share it." She started to move around on his body, sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling her hips. Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, and started a slow rocking motion. His prick was still oozing slightly, and it was positioned right below her pussy. That was quickly bringing it back to life."Better not do that, Tinkerbelle. Didn't your mommy tell you how babies are made?""Hmmm, maybe. I think it went something like this." She scooped up a big dollop of cum on her finger and proceeded to rub it into the crack of her pussy. "Am I close?" She looked at him, smiling her innocent little girl smile.Richard groaned. She'd moved too fast, and it was done before he realized what she was up to. "I don't think you should have done that, Brenda.""Why not? I want to have babies too, you know."He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, eyes closed, picturing what was going to happen."I just think I'm a little too young to have them right now."Opening one eye, he just looked at her."Don't worry! Mom's had me on birth control pills since I went out on my first date. She said that she trusts me, but doesn't necessarily trust all the boys I might go out with. She'd rather I was protected in case something happened than leave me unprotected and make a possible bad situation much worse. So I'm safe."Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifted herself up, and started to grind her pussy down on the length of his cock. His hands automatically went up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. That was sending small shocks from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the wonderful feelings she was getting by rubbing against his cock. Small whimpers and moans started to come out of her mouth. "Please, do me again." Her breathing was getting heavier and more erratic."Do what?" He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a smile betraying him."You know, do me, like yesterday!" She was definitely getting there, breathing in short gasps, moans and whimpers escaping regularly. "I've been waiting for it all day! Please!Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She'd been anticipating this since she woke up that morning, feeling it build up deep inside, her clit twitching in time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating off Richard. Now she desperately craved a release, needing to cum so bad, and she knew that doing herself off like that, exciting as it felt, wasn't going to be enough."Come on, please! I neeeed it now!! EAT ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! Stick that tongue inside me NOW! PLEEAAASE!" She was pleading, almost screaming for release, and it wouldn't come without his help.Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her. He was on top of her, with his newly hardened prick resting along her virgin pussy. Her hips were thrusting by themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying to get something into her pussy.He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was above her crotch. He didn't want to take her cherry that way, not in a moment's passion. She trusted him too much for him to do that to her. He wanted to do it when he was sure it was what he and she both desired, when they both knew what was happening. The way things were going, that would be soon.Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his head inside her, made him soon forget about that. He set to work with his lips, tongue, and fingers, knowing she needed to get off as soon as possible. She was frantic, her hips were bucking like crazy, moans, cries, and whimpers coming out of her mouth along with unintelligible shouts and words.He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirled it around, gathered her juices and flavors, then licked up through her crack, right over top of her clit. That sent a shock through her body, and she arched and jumped in response. Clamping his mouth over her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the skin all around it, then flicking the its tip. She was starting to shudder, her release was close.Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into her crack, moving it forward and back a few times. Her whole body started to bounce up and down. Then he eased it into her hole, sliding it in and out with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far enough to touch her virginity.Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and releasing his finger as her climax hit. She gave out a long moan, arching her body to try and get more contact on her clit. Her hips were gyrating wildly, so he had to work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and moving. She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders wracking her body, as her climax worked its way through. Richard slowly eased up, reducing the stimulation as the shockwaves died down. Eventually, he and the orgasm both stopped.Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes fluttering. She was awake, but too wrung out to move or speak. Richard got up, turned the heat back down, turned off the light, opened the window a crack, then climbed back into bed. Pulling Brenda into him, he cradled her head in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips. Cuddling her sweat and semen covered body to his, he covered them both up, ready for sleep. The only thing he heard her say was 'wow'.Chapter 5Sometime during the night, Caitlin was having a wonderful dream. She was back with Angie, and Angie was doing deliciously naughty things to her. That mouth on her nipple, teasing and nibbling, her left hand caressing and fondling her breast, pinching and pulling on the other nipple, and Angie's right hand down between her legs, sliding a finger up and down inside her pussy, pulled out memories of those wonderful nights not too long ago from where she had carefully packed them away in her mind.Her slit was quickly heating up, juices starting to flow, moistening her pussy lips even more. When that hand down there started to tease her clit, she moaned, and started to squirm.Pushing the mouth that was on her breast down toward her needy hole, she quickly twisted around until she was under the other girl's crotch. Diving in, almost frantic with desire, she started to lick and suck like crazy. Something seemed a little different, out of place for a second. Then the other girl started lapping hungrily at her slit. All thoughts forgotten, Caitlin started in again, licking and sucking as fast as she could, wanting, needing to get off, and wanting the other girl to cum with her.Licking a finger to lubricate it, then sliding it around in the other girl's slit for more lubrication, she inserted it into the girl's love hole. It was tighter than she remembered, but soon the girl's vaginal muscles relaxed and her finger stroked in and out more easily. Then the other girl jammed two fingers into Caitlin's twat.She just about hit the roof. She started to lick and suck and pump as fast as she was able, and could feel the other girl doing the same things to her. She felt the other girl spasm and ease up as she climaxed, moaning loudly, but Caitlin couldn't stop because she hadn't gotten what she needed yet. The other girl all of a sudden started back in, licking, sucking and pumping as fast as ever, and started to moan and whimper into Caitlin's crotch.That's what finally sent her over the edge, to a long-needed climax, arching her back, whining, almost crying in her passion. The other girl never let up through the whole orgasm, pushing her to her limits. Only when it was over did the other girl stop and slide around to kiss her on the lips.Caitlin just hung onto that kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around the other girl, hugging her tight, until she fell back to sleep.***When Caitlin woke up the next morning, she was feeling wonderfully sleepy and lazy. Laying there, revelling in the luxury of a warm bed in the early morning, she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Someone was in bed with her, head resting on her shoulder, arms and legs entangled with hers. She remembered her dream. Guilt and pain started flooding back, and she couldn't stop herself from crying again, realizing what had happened, what she had done to Vicky.That woke Vicky up. Stretching her neck a little, she turned and kissed the crying Caitlin full on the lips, then started nibbling and licking her way down her neck, along one shoulder, dropping lower and sliding her lips along Caitlin's breast until she reached the nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, licking it, twirling it around with her tongue, teasing it with her teeth.Caitlin's low cries to stop, don't do this please, were totally ignored. Her body responded quickly to the stimulation, and she felt that need stirring again in her groin. She couldn't seem to gather the strength to push Vicky off, not that her body would really let her, so she gave in to it and started to caress Vicky's shoulders and back, occasionally sending her hand down far enough to brush her ass cheeks. That brought forth the occasional purr or moan from Vicky, who didn't seem like she was ever going to release that nipple.Vicky was listening carefully to the sounds Caitlin was making, waiting for them to change from whimpers asking for her to stop, to little sighs and moans of pleasure. When that happened, she twisted her body so that her breasts were facing Caitlin, and switched over to Caitlin's other nipple.Almost immediately, Vicky felt hands sliding up and down her entire body, touching and caressing every part of it. She let out a long sigh of pleasure, and started her own exploration, using her hands, mouth, and tongue, kissing and licking every square inch of skin she could reach. Caitlin shivered with delight when Vicky nibbled on the backs of her knees, and moaned when she started kissing and licking between her toes.Caitlin was just sliding her lips over Vicky's hip when she felt fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs apart in invitation, and in she came, with little licks, kisses and nibbles, working her way slowly up one inner thigh, then, disappointingly, down the other. Her own explorations were bringing her closer and closer to a delightful-looking little pussy, just past her nose. A groan of delight slipped out when she felt those nibbles and kisses inching their way back up the inside of her leg, towards her waiting need.They started at the same time, slowly stroking each other's nether lips, matching their rhythms, finding those extra-sensitive spots so they could return later. Nothing existed right then except their mutual pleasure.Vicky felt a tongue start to tease apart her outer lips, so she returned the favor by sliding her tongue into Caitlin's crack and licking at the entrance to her hole. Caitlin's tongue found Vicky's tiny clit, and started to tease and tickle it into its full size and hardness. Both girls were moaning and whimpering in pleasure. Vicky suddenly felt Caitlin's arms wrap around her hips and she was pulled up into the top half of a normal sixty-nine. She wantonly spread her thighs as wide as they would go, as Caitlin did the same, both enjoying the extra freedom it gave for exploring the other's pussy.They both knew it was just about time for a much-needed release, so when Caitlin felt Vicky starting to lick and suck at a fever pitch, she whined and purred with pleasure, and started in, frantically using her fingers, tongue, lips, and anything else in the neighborhood, to get Vicky to cum again.It was over in a few minutes, with both girls hitting their climaxes at almost the same time, bucking and straining against each other, each trying to prolong the other's orgasm as long as possible, not wanting the waves of pleasure to end. Eventually, they both collapsed in exhaustion.Once again, Vicky swung around, still laying on top of Caitlin, and kissed her on the mouth. This time Caitlin knew who it was, and with eyes open, returned the kiss in full.They lay there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, the touch of skin on skin, slowly feeling each other come down from their highs, and letting strength flow back into exhausted limbs.Vicky was the first one to stir, more out of need than desire. "Mmmmm. Now this is the way every morning should start."Caitlin, feeling too good and too tired for her guilt to come back right then, just sighed, lying there with a contented smile on her face.Vicky would have loved to just lie there and snuggle for the rest of the day, but her body was telling her to get moving. Feeling deliciously naughty, she padded over to the door, stark naked, and whispered to Caitlin "I'll be back in a minute.""Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?" she whispered back."To the bathroom, where else.""But what if someone sees you out there? I mean, you're naked!""Who's going to see me, my sister?""No! My brother!""Well, it might be the first time he sees me naked, but I don't think it'll be the last." She gave Caitlin an evil grin as she opened the door and peeked out. Nobody was in sight. She made it into the bathroom without incident.***Richard woke up early with a raging hard-on that wouldn't be denied. He didn't want to wake Brenda, so he slowly unwrapped himself from her arms and legs and slid over to the edge of the bed. He then started to jerk himself off, trying to do it as quietly and gently as he could.He was just getting into a good, steady rhythm when he heard a familiar voice. "So that's how boys do it by themselves." She was lying exactly as he had left her, except that her eyes were open and staring at his cock. "I've never watched a guy do it before. Doesn't it hurt, rubbing it so fast and so hard?"Richard, who had kept his concentration and his rhythm, had a hard time answering, grunting out words as he pumped. "No. Doesn't hurt if you know how. Takes practice."He was nearing the point of release when she told him to stop. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and literally pulled it away from his cock. Wrapping one of her small hands as far around his cock as it would go, she leaned over and lapped up the little drops of pre-cum that were there.Turning and looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled. "Remember what I said the other night? This thing is mine! Besides, I need the practice more than you do."With that, she turned back to the task at hand (in hand?) and began to suck on his prick, sliding down the shaft until the head hit the back of her mouth, then back up again. Her tongue swirled and licked at the shaft and head as they came into range, bringing moans of delight from Richard.He was in heaven. That was definitely better than beating his meat - in fact, it was better than a good bit of the sex he'd had in his life! She had a nice rhythm going, bobbing her head up and down almost like a mechanical doll, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth with smooth, even strokes, except that once in a while she would dip down a little lower, and he could feel the head of his prick slide into her throat. She WAS practicing, while doing that to him. "I'm not sure I'll be able to take it," he thought to himself, "when she really gets to know what she's doing." He could feel the sensations starting to churn his insides, mixing everything up, and getting ready for his release.His hands were automatically looking for something to grab onto, moving around, gripping and releasing the sheets, blankets, pillows, whatever they could reach. One of them found Brenda's leg. Sliding upward, past her knee, he started to caress her inner thigh, moving up toward her mound, wanting to play and tickle in there. Her thighs closed, locking around his hand, keeping it away from what it wanted.Looking down at what she was doing, he could see beads and streaks of saliva on his shaft, all the way to the hairs. Then she took an extra-deep mouthful, and he saw his entire member disappear into her mouth, down to his balls, and watched as her throat expanded to accept what she was pushing into it. His head fell back as the sight, sound, and sensation of what she was doing to him drove him closer to the edge. He could feel it building inside him, almost ready to burst through."I'm gonna cum! Here it comes!"Brenda pulled her head off his cock and began pumping it furiously with both hands. She watched carefully as he shot his load, squirt after squirt arcing into the air to land on his chest and stomach. When his pumping slowed down to the last dribbles, she put her mouth around his cock again, licking and sucking the last few drops of cum into her mouth. When it was completely drained and cleaned, she pulled up and turned towards his face. "Now, doesn't that feel better than doing it yourself?"He could only moan, still feeling weak and drained.Turning and looking at his cock again, she spotted a last drop of cum oozing out of the tip. She sucked his member into her mouth for a few more seconds, licking up that last little taste. Richard squirmed and moaned a little at the extra sensation.Pulling back a bit, looking at his now-limp cock, she asked a question that had been running around in her mind since the first time she saw him naked."Richard, when we do it for real, the first time, will it hurt a lot?""When we do it for real?" His mind was still a little foggy from the aftermath, so he didn't clue in to what she meant."Yes, for real, when you put this thing (grabbing his cock) inside me. I'm a little scared, 'cause some of the older girls said it hurt a lot the first time."He was now listening very carefully, aware of the fact she was talking about when, not if, it would happen, and sounding like it would be very soon. "I'm not sure how much it will hurt, but from what I've heard, it usually hurts at least a little bit when a girl gets her hymen broken. Any other pain is because the guy is inexperienced or in too much of a hurry to get the girl properly excited, and she gets stretched too quickly.""You wouldn't be like that, would you?""Of course not. If I was, you wouldn't be a virgin right now. It was real tempting last night when I was laying on top of you, but I was a good boy.""I'm glad. I want our first time to be special." She turned and looked at him. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. The way you're working me up, it's gonna be real soon."She then rubbed her breasts and nipples into his stomach, coating them with his seed, and slowly proceeded to slide her body up over his chest, covering them both with a film of his semen, not stopping until her lips were almost touching his.She kissed him several times while he lay there, mostly quick, sudden contacts of lips on lips, but the last one was a long, slow, deliberate, sensuous massage with her tongue. He could taste his cum on her lips and in her mouth."Mmmm. Such a nice way to start the morning, don't you think? A nice, relaxing bath of cum." She wriggled around on top of him, smearing them both a little more, then half-slid onto the bed, so only her chest was on top of him. His hand caressed her shoulder, and slowly moved down her side and back to her thigh, where it worked its way around to between her legs. She opened them a little as an invitation, which his hand accepted, and it moved up to stroke her pussy."You didn't want me to do this a few minutes ago.""I was busy! I can't practice when you're distracting me. Besides, I like it better when you're concentrating properly. Like now." She wriggled her bottom and opened her thighs a bit more.After a few seconds, she rolled away from him, sighing. "I need a shower and breakfast before you put me through anything like last night again." She rolled back to give him another kiss. "It was wonderful, but I don't think I could stand it that strong very often."Grinning, he kissed her back. "You won't get those really intense ones very often. They usually happen only after a long buildup, or after a lot of emotional ups and downs. You had both yesterday, so last night's could be considered a 'mind blowing experience'. That's how some people describe a very intense orgasm.""Yeah, that's about what it felt like. I was there, but didn't really feel, well, attached, sorta like, oh, 'floating in a sea of ecstasy'. I got that from one of my mom's books.""I like it. Anyway, I think I'll go see about that shower and breakfast you were talking about.""Awww, just lie here a bit longer, please?""I don't think I can. Mother nature won't be denied. Besides, think of the fun we could have in the shower." He gave her another kiss, rolled out of bed, and pulled on his jockey shorts. "Back in a few minutes."He opened the door and stepped into the hallway."Eeek!"Richard looked, and saw Vicky's naked backside running down the hall to his sister's room. He watched her run, noticing that her body was definitely rounding out from little-girl skinny to a slightly curvier, softer, young-lady figure. He saw that she didn't have any tan lines either. As she disappeared into his sister's bedroom, she turned, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and just-developing breasts. She stuck her tongue out at him before she shut the door.Humming to himself, he walked into the bathroom.***When Vicky climbed back into bed with Caitlin, they wrapped their arms and legs around each other and kissed for a few seconds."I take it my brother caught you out in the hall, little missy. Is that why you were gone so long? Waiting for him?""Yeah, I guess I was. I heard him moving around in the bedroom, and I couldn't resist. I hung around just outside the bathroom, and when he opened his door, I squealed and ran! It wasn't as good as it could have been, though.""Oh, why?""He was wearing his shorts, so I couldn't see anything.""Well, little missy, are you trying to get into my brother's pants too?" Caitlin was trying to keep her tone light and playful, but the thought that this girl might also be chasing after her brother was unsettling."Nope, not really. If he asked, I might, but I'm not sure. I just like teasing. I don't think I want any boys yet. Or men. Maybe later. Right now, I like girls. Besides, he looked awful, covered in sweat, gooey splotches all over him, and streaks of white stuff dribbling down his front." Vicky started to play with one of Caitlin's nipples."It sounds like my brother was having fun. Mmmm. Nice. Better stop though, 'cause I don't think I can wait long enough to finish."Still playing with that nipple, Vicky answered "Okay, go ahead, don't let me stop you.""You ARE a nasty tease, aren't you." Caitlin groaned and rolled out of bed. Pulling on a housecoat, she looked at Vicky. I don't think my brother is ready for the shock of his sister walking around the house in the nude." She grinned. "At least, not yet, anyway. By the way, I seem to recall us both wearing something to bed last night, but this morning we're rather naked. Did you have anything to do with it?"Vicky put on her cute little girl face, smiling and looking up at Caitlin with her big, soft, deep-green eyes. "Who, sweet little innocent me?""Don't try to pull that 'sweet innocent' stuff on me." Caitlin was smiling at Vicky as she said that. "Especially after what you did to me yesterday. Anyway, I'm heading downstairs for a shower.""I think I'll join you. I need one too, and I'd like someone to scrub my back for me.""Okay, but you'd better wear something this time."They went out together, heading downstairs to the shower.***When Richard came out of the bathroom, he saw his sister and Vicky heading down the stairs. "Good morning you two. Up already?""Yep. Just heading for the shower.""Okay. Let me know when you're done. I need one too."Richard had sponged himself down in the bathroom, removing most of the mess from last night and this morning. As he walked back into his bedroom, he heard some moaning. Brenda was lying there, spread out on the bed, covers thrown back, one hand buried in her crotch, the other squeezing and pulling at her breasts."So that's how girls do it by themselves."Her eyes opened a bit and she looked at him, but her hands never slowed down. "Don't just stand there. Help!"Kneeling on the bed beside her, he pulled her hand away from her breasts. It immediately dropped down to help with her pussy. Using both hands, he massaged and fondled her mounds, pinching and pulling at the nipples, working them hard. Lowering his mouth to hers, he started a soft kiss.Right now, she didn't want it soft, she needed everything fast and hard, so she ground her mouth up into his, practically sucking his tongue out of his mouth, jabbing and poking with her own. One of her hands had two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pausing to work on her clit with every upstroke. The other hand had one finger inside her hole, pounding in and out as fast as she could move it.The tension was building quickly in her groin, and she felt it would only be a few more seconds before her release. Grunting, gasping, breathing hard through her nose, she kept the suction going to his mouth, unwilling to let him go when she was that close to the top.Then it happened. She spasmed, moaning and whimpering into his mouth, shockwaves moving through her body, making her rock from side to side. Richard could feel it when her orgasm hit, her mouth opening wide, breaking the suction, tongue slowing down. He kept his mouth locked to hers all through the spasms, sucking at her, playing with her tongue, letting her breathe through his mouth. Gradually she subsided, her moans and whimpers dying down, her hands slowing and then stopping, his hands releasing her breasts.He kept his mouth locked to hers, her breath coming only through him, her gasps and pants slowing down to more normal breathing. Finally, she wrapped her arms around his head, pressed her mouth hard against his for a second, and broke contact. She took several long, deep, shuddering breaths."That was good. Thank you."He pulled her up to him, her head nestling into his shoulder. Pulling the covers over them both, he whispered into her ear. "Nap or breakfast?""Nasty person, making me choose. You get breakfast ready then come back.""Okay." Richard got back up. Brenda whimpered a bit when she felt him move away, then wiggled a little deeper under the covers. She watched him put on his robe and leave, then closed her eyes.***Walking into the kitchen, Richard heard the shower start up. He wondered a bit at the length of time it took for them to actually start the water, then decided that whatever they were up to was none of his business.Down in the kitchen, poking through the 'fridge and cupboards, he worked out what he had enough of to feed everybody. Toast, some bacon, a few sausages, pancake mix, eggs, orange juice, and milk. Plenty for now. Of course, with one (his sister), possibly two (thinking about upstairs), maybe three (listening to the squeals in the bathroom) extra mouths to feed, he'd certainly need to stock up.As he worked on breakfast, the laughter in the shower died down, becoming quieter and harder to hear. Then he started to hear the odd loud moan or gasp. Those two certainly weren't being quiet or shy about what they were doing. They also succeeded in bringing his member to full attention, which distracted him quite a bit from his cooking.A little while later, as he was laying out breakfast on the table, the bathroom door opened. The shower had stopped several minutes ago due to a lack of hot water (he'd checked), so he knew they'd be done shortly. Vicky came out first, hair wrapped in a towel, with another one wrapped around her body, covering her from her chest to upper thigh, leaving a lot of leg exposed.Vicky saw him, winked, and blew him a kiss. Then she saw the food on the table. "Breakfast! Goody! I'm starved!"Caitlin came out, wearing the same as Vicky, except that the towel barely covered her, going from her nipples to just below her crotch in front, and just barely covering her buns in the rear. She saw him, then saw breakfast on the table, and blushed. "I thought you were still upstairs in bed.""No, I've been down here for a while, fixing breakfast. I heard the two of you working up a healthy appetite, so I made lots. I know I'm hungry, and I think Brenda is too."She saw him glance down at the bottom of the towel and smiled a bit. She also saw the bulge in the front of his robe, and thought she knew what had caused it. "I guess you're going to have to get used to girls running around here, aren't you, big brother." With that, she deliberately sat down, giving him a good view of her legs, thighs, and hips, and glimpses of more every time she reached for something.He sighed, heading for the stairs and Brenda. It *was* going to take a lot of getting used to. His sister had definitely *not* been like that when he was living at home. Mom would have had hysterics, and dad would probably have killed her. He thought he liked her better this way.Seeing that Brenda was asleep, he sat softly on the bed, leaning over to nibble and kiss her neck and face. One hand snaked its way under the covers and began massaging and fondling a breast. She moaned, and slowly opened her eyes."Mornin' sleepyhead. Time for breakfast. Let's go, the food's getting cold already. And if you don't hurry, there won't be any left for you. Our sisters are down there right now, eating enough for all of us.""Awright, okay, I'm coming. Don't I get a shower first? You promised.""No shower until after breakfast, I'm afraid. Those two didn't leave us any hot water.""They're up?""I thought I said that already. Mostly up. Not dressed yet, but up. It seems to be a come-as-you-are breakfast, so it doesn't much matter if you're dressed or not." She looked at him a little strangely. "They're both fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a smile and a towel, having great fun teasing me. You can stay up here if you want, but I'm hungry. See you downstairs."Walking back into the kitchen, Richard saw that he'd been right. Both girls were definitely hungry, eating and chatting with each other. Caitlin hadn't bothered to adjust her towel, so he was still being treated to a peep show. He sat down and started to fill a plate for himself. "Brenda's awake, and should be down in a few minutes. That is, she will be if she woke up enough to be hungry."A few minutes later, Brenda came down, wearing her nightie and a long robe. She gave Richard a quick kiss, sat down, and started in on her breakfast.***Long after the eating was done and everything was cleaned up, Vicky and Caitlin were sitting on the porch, enjoying the view and the sunshine. Brenda and Richard had gone off to pick up some groceries for lunch and dinner, after a short, rather unsatisfactory shower (due to a shortage of hot water), leaving the two of them alone.They sat there for a while, not saying anything, just getting used to being with each other. Finally, Vicky broke the silence."Caitlin, who's Angie?"Caitlin didn't answer right away, sitting there, staring out at the beach. After a long pause, she spoke."Where did you hear that name?""From you. Last night. The first time we did it. You were crying her name before we started. Is she your lover?"Caitlin sat back, taking a few deep breaths, fighting down the feelings of loss and pain she knew were there. "Okay, so now I'm going to have a frank emotional talk with an eleven year old girl, one that I just met yesterday, who has already made love to me. I can handle it if I stay calm. Stay. Calm."Taking a few deep breaths, she replied."She was my best friend, and my lover for a while.""Did she die or something?""No, nothing that tragic, but sometimes it feels like it. Her father found us in bed together one evening while we were making love and had an absolute fit. He was going to call the police and have me arrested for seducing and raping his daughter.""How old was she?""Fourteen, three years younger than me. She convinced her mother that I hadn't raped her or anything like that, but her father was determined that I wasn't going to ruin his daughter for life. His ultimatum was that I had to leave town and never see Angie again, or face charges." After a short pause, and a glance toward Vicky, who was still looking out over the beach, Caitlin continued. "The only people who know about this are Angie, her mother and father, Richard, and now you.""It must hurt to go through something like that. I don't think I'd like her dad.""Well, until that day, he was a pretty nice person. He just couldn't handle thinking of his daughter becoming a lesbian.""A lesbian? Is that like what we are?""Maybe, maybe not. I'm not, and you probably aren't either.""What is a lesbian then?""A lesbian is a woman who only loves other women, and won't or can't love a man. Some choose that lifestyle, some dislike or even hate men, and some say they are born to it.""I don't think I am one then, 'cause someday I want to go out with boys and get married and have babies. When I'm older. Did you have any other lovers? I know you haven't done it with a guy yet.""No, I haven't had any other lovers. And how do you know I haven't done it with a guy?"Vicky grinned and looked at Caitlin. "'Cause you got a hymen. I felt it." Caitlin blushed and looked away."Okay miss smarty pants. Now it's your turn. How many other lovers have you had? And don't try and tell me I was the first. I haven't had much practice, but even I can tell you've done this a lot more than me."It was Vicky's turn to blush and turn away. After a while she answered, speaking softly and quietly."Two. Only dad and Brenda know about them. Dad thinks I talked to mom about it, but I haven't. I think she knows now, and I'm probably in trouble.""So why me and why now? Especially in front of everybody."Vicky spent some more time thinking, staring over the beach."Donna moved away a couple of months ago, her dad got transferred at work or something. When she moved, I hurt. Dad and Brenda tried to help, but didn't know what I needed. After a while, it didn't hurt so much, but it never went away. I don't know too many people around here except the kids in school, and wouldn't dare talk to any of them 'cause they'd think I was weird."Caitlin kept quiet, letting Vicky gather herself together, waiting for her to continue."When I saw Brenda yesterday morning, I knew she got someone, probably Richard. The hurt started coming back. It got worse all day. At supper, I decided. I knew you were Richard's sister, so you were probably okay, you were new, you didn't seem that upset about Richard and Brenda (mom didn't think I knew yet), and looking at Brenda got you hot. I could see it. I needed someone bad. I checked with Dad first, and he let me know it would be okay with him. So I went for you. I hope you're not mad."Caitlin could almost hear the pleading, the need for acceptance in Vicky's voice. She could picture Angie going through the same thing, needing someone to hold on to. She was having a hard time holding back her tears, and knew she wouldn't be able to stop them for much longer."Vicky, I need a hug. Please?"Vicky turned and climbed into Caitlin's lap. Both were crying, hanging on to each other, letting the tears wash away their pain. They were still holding each other when Mary stepped onto the porch.Chapter 6Mary and her husband Will had had a long talk that morning about their daughters Vicky and Brenda, but most of it was about Vicky, what she had hidden from her mother, how she had lied to her father and sister, and about her behaviour the previous evening.Apparently, Vicky had been involved in a couple of heated sexual affairs without anyone knowing about it. Will found out about the second one after the other girl had moved away, and been told by Vicky about the first one. He'd found her in her room in the middle of a crying session, and she'd told him everything. She also said that she'd talked to Mom already, and told her the same as she'd told him, and that she'd get over it faster if nobody said anything about it anymore. Somewhere in the middle of their conversation, Brenda walked in on them, having overheard enough to realize what was going on, wanting to know the whole story and if she could help.It ended with Will and Vicky both agreeing not to talk about her problems with anyone outside the family, and also agreeing not to mention or refer to those incidents where Vicky could hear. She said she'd get over it faster that way.After listening to all that, Mary told her husband that Vicky had never said anything to her about it, ever, and why hadn't he talked to her about it. It turned out Vicky was somewhat to blame there as well. During the weeks following her confession to her father, she hung around the house a lot, and crawled into bed with them a few times. Since nothing was said about it, Will assumed that Mary did know what was going on, and was following the same instructions, not to mention it while Vicky was around. After that, other matters took on more importance, and the situation started sliding into the background. Vicky spoke with her father a few times, talking at length about how she felt, and how she thought she was getting over Donna. Vicky was her old self around the house, and wasn't having any more crying jags, so Will just let the matter slide. Until the previous night.They both realized that Vicky had gone through a hard emotional time, and agreed that if Vicky and Caitlin hit it off, they wouldn't interfere with things too much, at least not right away. Vicky did need to be disciplined for lying, and a couple of weeks being grounded would probably be adequate. It would do for a punishment, and give Vicky and Caitlin some time to cool off.Mary went over to Richard's place a little before lunch, to see what was happening, and to bring Vicky home for a long chat. When she got there, things were a little different than what she'd expected.Vicky and Caitlin were still on the porch when Mary arrived. Caitlin was reclining, stretched out in the lounger, with Vicky curled up in her lap, head buried in Caitlin's shoulder. Caitlin had her head turned into Vicky's neck and shoulder as well, so you couldn't see either of their faces. It looked like they were necking, right there in the open.Mary sat down in the other lounger, sitting upright, looking at the two girls. Listening carefully, she heard the odd muffled sob and a bit of sniffling."Vicky, is everything all right?" Vicky turned her head to look at her mother, letting her see both of their faces. They were both red-eyed, with streaks running down their cheeks. It looked like both had done some serious crying."I'm okay mom." She slid down a little lower on Caitlin, laying her head down on the bigger girl's chest, hugging her tight with both arms, looking at her mother, blinking away the last few tears. Caitlin, her arms still around Vicky, gave her a small squeeze."You both look terrible. What's the matter?"When Vicky didn't answer, Caitlin did."We'll be okay in a little while. We've been talking. It seems Vicky and I have a few things in common. I take it you and your husband had a discussion about Vicky this morning?""Yes, but why would you be asking about that?""Like I said, we've both had some similar experiences. She told me a little bit about what's been happening in her life and what's going on right now, and I've told her a little bit about my past. We've been commiserating. So what have you decided to do about us?""What do you mean, 'do about us'?""Well, Vicky's already told me about how she lied to her Dad and Brenda. She knows she's in trouble for that, and expects to be punished for it. But what she's really worried about, and me as well, is what you're going to do about us, meaning me and Vicky."Vicky was just lying there through all that, letting Caitlin do the talking, blinking back the tears, sniffling every once in a while, listening, and watching her mother."Well, Will and I had decided on something, but now I'm not too sure about what we'd planned. What I think I'd like is for Vicky (looking her daughter in the eye) to tell me the whole story, right from the start. Okay, Vicky? Ready to come home and tell me about it?""I'd rather stay here, Mom. I'd feel a lot better telling you about it here than at home right now." She and Caitlin both shifted a bit, making themselves a little more comfortable."All right, but let me get comfortable first." Mary stood and turned her lounger so it was partially facing the two girls. After stretching out, she looked at her daughter. "Okay then, I want to hear the whole story, right from the start, and don't leave anything out."***Vicky's story, edited, with many details filled in...It started about a year ago, when Vicky was ten. Mom and dad were out for the night and weren't expected back until sometime the next afternoon. Their babysitter, a sixteen year old girl both parents had known for a few years, put each of the kids to bed and then curled up in their parents bed to sleep (the standard arrangement).You couldn't really call Robyn pretty, let alone beautiful, but she was somewhat cute, with an air of innocence around her. She did make the best of what she had, keeping her light brown shoulder-length hair shiny, clean, and well done up, using only a little makeup, mostly to enhance her grey-blue eyes (her best feature), and making sure her pearly-whites were exactly that. She was fairly short at 4'11", and a little chubby. Her breasts were medium sized, about a 'B' cup, and fairly firm, considering her figure.Sometime during the night a thunderstorm broke out. The repeated claps of thunder and flashes of lightning woke Vicky up and frightened her enough that she ran from her bed and crawled in with Robyn (the babysitter). Robyn tried to comfort Vicky, hugging her, petting her, and stroking her back. Eventually Vicky calmed down, but Robyn didn't stop the cuddling and petting. Vicky was enjoying it in a sleepy sort of way, so she didn't object when the touching became more intimate. Robyn worked on Vicky for quite some time that night, eventually bringing her to her first real orgasm. She went back to sleep lying in Robyn's arms, still being cuddled and caressed, and feeling very warm and cozy.After that night, Vicky ended up in bed with Robyn every time Robyn babysat, usually two or three times each month. Robyn brought Vicky along slowly, never pushing, teaching her how to accept pleasure from another woman, and how to give it in return. Vicky, at age ten, had been brought into her sexuality.Robyn introduced Donna to Vicky about six months after Vicky's first sexual encounter. Donna was a shy, quiet girl, still quite short (4'2") but starting to sprout and develop. Her hair was a dark honey-blond, kept short in almost a page-boy cut. Her face was very nice and well-proportioned, showing some of the beauty that would be hers when she grew older. Her body was also starting to develop some of the charms she would have later, with long, slender legs, delicate, expressive hands, breasts that were starting to come out, and the beginnings of a real figure, with a real waist, nicely developing hips, and a well-rounded bottom. The boys were beginning to notice.Vicky's parents were both required to be out of town for the night, on rather sudden notice, and were having a hard time finding a sitter. Finally, after some fast negotiations, they managed to get Robyn, but with a compromise. Robyn was already committed to babysitting another couple's eleven-year-old daughter overnight, so it was agreed that Robyn would bring the other girl with her to sleep over, after everyone's parents had given their permission. Robyn herself had actually made the suggestion.When Vicky found out that Robyn was going to babysit, but that another girl would be coming over as well, she got into a bit of a mood. Those special times with Robyn had become a very important part of Vicky's life. She didn't know if she'd get any time with her friend for their 'special' playing, because Donna would be sleeping in her parents' bed too.That afternoon and evening were somewhat strained. Donna was a shy, withdrawn girl, quite unlike Vicky and Brenda, and didn't join in much with their playing and joking. Vicky was also feeling jealous of the way Donna and Robyn sometimes looked at each other. She recognized that look, because it was the same one her friend occasionally gave her. When putting the girls into their beds, Robyn whispered to Vicky "It's okay. You're welcome to sneak in later. We can still hug and cuddle. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Feeling better, Vicky whispered back "Yes, please. I like hugs and cuddles."A short while later, she was peeking into her parents' bedroom. Robyn was there, lying under the covers in the middle of the bed, with Donna snuggled up tight to one side, arm wrapped around Robyn's waist, head pillowed on the older girl's shoulder. Vicky was feeling a little jealous, and was very nervous about climbing into bed with the two of them.Vicky saw Robyn look at her and wave for her to come in. When she saw Donna open her eyes, she saw a shy, rather inviting smile appear on the girl's face. Seeing that, she felt a little better about joining them for cuddles and jumped up into the bed. Worming her way under the covers, she snuggled up close to Robyn, resting her head on her friend's other shoulder, and putting an arm around her waist. When her arm touched Donna's, she felt something, almost like a small shock, run up her arm and down to her groin.Vicky felt Robyn relax, and heard her give out a big sigh.The older girl hugged both of them for a minute, then pulled them both up a little bit. "Donna, this is my special friend Vicky. Vicky, this is my special friend Donna."Robyn then shocked Vicky by leaning over a bit to nuzzle and kiss with Donna, like lovers, like they did together. She was just as shocked when Robyn did that to her too, and she could see the surprise on Donna's face. And something else.There was a sort of deep hunger growing in the young girl's eyes as she looked back at Vicky, something Vicky had never seen. It seemed to spark an electric shock deep inside the ten year old that ran right through her body. That was something she'd never felt before, either.For some reason, Vicky couldn't seem to look away from Donna's eyes. They had captured her, and wouldn't let her go. She was a little scared of this, but was also thrilled, feeling a tension building up between them, running back and forth between their eyes, something that wasn't going to let either one of them free.After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, Vicky saw Donna's hand reach up and start to caress Robyn's breast. With only a little hesitation, she copied those motions. Those eyes made it feel like they were caressing each other's breasts. Donna then smiled, letting Vicky know that this was what she was hoping for, and that Donna was now in control.Watching carefully, she saw Donna lower her head and start kissing Robyn's cheek and neck, never breaking eye contact. Slowly and carefully she followed suit. Vicky could almost feel Donna's lips and tongue touching and caressing her own face.After lifting her head again, Donna's hand disappeared under the covers, coming out again a few seconds later, pulling up the bottom of Robyn's negligee. Vicky felt her hand doing the same, almost by itself, hardly needing her when following Donna's lead. With some cooperation from the teenager, her negligee was eventually tossed to the side. This left the brunette's breasts exposed, something that Donna immediately took advantage of.Vicky watched Donna licking and kissing Robyn's breast, sucking up the nipple and teasing it with her tongue and teeth. Hardly noticing, she was doing the same thing with the other breast. Her whole attention was focused on the hunger and desire she saw in Donna's eyes, and on the need being opened up within herself by those same eyes.Deep inside her, she felt a fire erupt, running up to her nipples and down to her pussy, finally stopping in and igniting her small clit. This sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her to shudder slightly.As she watched, Donna's eyes narrowed for a second as that wave passed from Vicky to her, and ignited the same fires within her. Vicky smiled, knowing then that Donna was feeling exactly the same things she was, and they both knew it. Donna was now kissing her way down Robyn's side, over her hip, and down the outside of her leg, pushing the covers back as she went. Vicky was still copying her every move.Robyn was watching this interplay between the two girls with fascination, tinged with some of her initial nervousness about bringing them together like this. She had hoped they'd become good friends, and it looked like things were going to be better than she thought they might. It was unsettling, though, the way the two of them were staring at each other, and the way Donna had taken charge, something she'd never done before.When Donna got to Robyn's knee, she pulled it up and out, away from the other leg, leaving that teenage pussy open and inviting. She then kissed and nibbled her way down to Robyn's toes. Vicky, still staring into the girl's eyes, was with her all the way, unable to turn away from her gaze, still copying her every move.For the first time since they started, Donna looked away from Vicky's eyes. They traced a line along the inside of Robyn's leg, from just below where Vicky was down to Robyn's waiting pussy. She looked back into Vicky's eyes, smiling a little, inviting, daring the girl to keep following her lead. Donna then turned away, moving herself in between those legs, nibbling and kissing her way up from Robyn's ankle, heading towards that damp, overheated slit.Vicky couldn't resist the invitation. She quickly moved into the same position on the other leg and started kissing her way up as well. She could almost feel the satisfaction coming from Donna, as she felt Vicky move into position.As they both moved closer to Robyn's center, Vicky occasionally felt a touch from Donna's shoulder or hip or thigh, each touch sending a thrill running through her body, setting off tiny shudders and gasps. Feeling and hearing these same things coming from Donna made it even more exciting, feeding back on itself, intensifying the reaction. Those touches became more and more frequent, lasting longer and longer, until Vicky's side was pressed up against Donna's, giving them both an almost continuous buzz.She felt Donna's hand slide on top of hers. Not really knowing what to do, but not wanting the girl to move her hand away, Vicky curled her fingers up into those other fingers, intertwining with them, and hanging on.Robyn was starting to feel a little frustrated by now. It was quite apparent, despite the fact that they were both playing with her body, that they were paying far more attention to each other than to her. 'Ah well,' she thought to herself, 'it's your own fault. You brought them together, you face the consequences. I just hope they get me off before they start in on each other.'Eventually they were both almost at the point where her legs joined. Just before their cheeks touched, Vicky watched Donna slide up and over Robyn's leg, reversing her direction, almost moving into a sixty-nine position. Her chest was on Robyn's stomach, and she began to lick and nibble Robyn's mound and the upper portion of her dripping slot.Vicky pushed Robyn's other leg up at the knee, wiggling her body underneath and, lying on her side, began to lick and kiss the bottom parts of that slit, nibbling her way up from the puckered little anus to just above the dripping hole, pausing long enough to dip in and lap up as much of that sweet nectar as she could. She then licked her way back down, tickling and tasting with the tip of her tongue.Vicky felt a light touch on her calf. Someone's hand, probably Robyn's, was caressing her, slowly moving up the inside of her leg. She spread herself wide, suddenly wanting someone to do something with her pussy. As the hand moved higher, she moaned in anticipation, needing release from the tensions developing inside her. When that hand finally reached her aching slit, she whimpered a bit in relief. Hearing Donna's long, drawn-out groan, she was certain that another hand had finally reached her pussy as well.All this tongue lashing was having an effect on Robyn. Vicky could feel the teen's muscles bunching and relaxing and her hips starting to jerk and twist. All of a sudden Robyn started to spasm, her climax hitting with little warning. Vicky licked and sucked at that juicy hole, lapping up all the creamy drippings, not wanting any to go to waste.She left the last few drops on her tongue, pushing them high up Robyn's slit, wanting to share with the other girl. When Donna's tongue touched hers, Vicky almost climaxed on the spot, the electric thrill from that contact running through her body felt soooo delicious and intense. It was all too soon when Donna pulled back a bit to continue her assault on Robyn's clit.That hand playing with Vicky's pussy was finally getting somewhere. There were ripples of pleasure running out from the finger moving in and out of her aching love-hole, and the sweet sensations coming from her clit as it was being massaged sent tingles all through her body. It felt wonderful, but oh-so-slow! Right now she wanted it hard and fast, but no amount of wiggling or whimpering made any difference to the hand torturing her between her legs.Moaning in frustration, she started tonguing and licking Robyn's hole with a fast, hard rhythm. She could feel her friend quickly working up to another climax, and then felt it hit as her tongue was grabbed and squeezed by Robyn's vaginal muscles. More juice started flowing, thicker and creamier than before. Vicky lapped up everything her tongue could reach, this time saving it in her mouth for sharing.Sliding her tongue up higher, moving to Robyn's clit, she again felt Donna's tongue touch hers, with the same electric tingles running out from that contact to the rest of her body. Using her tongue, she began to spread the creamy nectar she'd saved in her mouth on and around Robyn's clit. Donna's tongue lapped up everything, then went travelling around again, on and in that pussy.She could feel Robyn's body start to jerk and spasm as another wave of orgasm hit. This time, Vicky started working on the brunette's clit, sliding over and around Donna's tongue, which was doing the same thing, and driving Robyn over the edge again, and again. The hand working on her own pussy was jerking around almost randomly before it stopped altogether.The two of them relentlessly attacked that defenseless little nubbin with their tongues, stopping only when they heard Robyn whimpering and moaning for them to stop, please, she couldn't take any more.Vicky's head fell back onto the bed. She was breathing rapidly, still moaning softly, still needing release. She could hear Robyn gasping and panting for air, coming down from the intense orgasms she'd been put through. Suddenly there was a pair of lips on hers and a tongue forcing its way into her mouth, startling Vicky with the onslaught. She could still taste Robyn's flavors on that tongue, and it was absolutely delicious right then.Wrapping an arm around Donna's head, Vicky returned the kiss with all the fire and passion she felt inside her, sliding her tongue into Donna's mouth, then trying to suck that other tongue into her throat.A minute or two later, Vicky felt the hand in her gash start to move again, picking up the pace, quickly speeding up to a hard, steady rhythm, one she knew would set her off. Whimpering in anticipation, she could hear/feel Donna moaning through their kiss, probably receiving the same treatment herself.When Vicky's first orgasm hit, it was sudden and hard. Her hips were jumping and thrusting, her legs closing and opening, pussy walls spasming and grabbing the finger in there. She felt none of that, lost in a haze of intense pleasure for those long, drawn-out seconds. Rolling through her like a wave, it started from her groin and washed into every muscle in her body, rising to a crest before allowing her to slide down towards normalcy. She tried to pull Donna tighter into their kiss, moaning and whimpering with pleasure and release. When it subsided, that need was still there, not quite as bad, but still almost desperately seeking release. Thank god that hand kept up its actions.***Next was Donna. Vicky could feel it. Donna almost managed to jerk her head back from their kiss, but Vicky held her tight. It was a hard one - she heard/felt Donna moaning, almost screaming, crying into her mouth, and could feel the shudders from Donna's release right through their kiss, setting off another orgasmic wave in her own body. This one was smaller, a short surge of pleasure through her entire being, leaving behind a tingling sensation.All through this, that hand in her crotch kept up its relentless pounding action. Vicky craved it right now, wanting it to go faster and harder, she needed release again so bad it almost hurt.This went on for a little while longer, Donna and Vicky setting each other off on major and minor climaxes. Just when Vicky felt like she couldn't take any more, Donna gave a final moan and shudder and rolled away from her. Vicky, whimpering, also rolled away, finally breaking contact with that relentless hand. Her arm was touching Vicky when she stopped, not wanting to break contact. That deep-seated need and desire inside her that Donna had brought to life was still there, but felt dull and distant, her body being too tired for anything more right now.After a few minutes rest, she felt Robyn's hands on her body, pulling her up higher on the bed, breaking her contact with her new lover. Opening her eyes, she saw Robyn pull Donna up to her other side, laying her down to rest. When they were both settled, Donna touched her, reaching over top of Robyn. Vicky climbed over top of both girls, finally settling back into bed behind Donna, fitting herself to the girl's body spoon-style, wanting as much contact between them as she could get.She felt Donna's shivers and heard her soft moans as their bodies came together. With her free arm, Vicky reached over to Robyn, pulling the three of them into a tighter embrace. Donna's hand covered her own, then she her fingers with Vicky's in a tight grasp. That's how they fell asleep.Vicky was awakened very early in the morning by what felt like tickling on her feet. Donna was no longer in her arms, so she opened one eye. Robyn had rolled away a little during the night, over to the other side of the bed. Her new lover was nowhere to be seen. Then she felt the tickling on her feet again. Rolling over, she was suddenly face-to-foot with the blonde.Feeling the licks and kisses running all over her feet and toes, Vicky began to return them, nibbling and sucking on Donna's toes. She then began to slide down the bed, along Donna's ankles, then her shins and knees, throwing back the covers to get at her thighs. Finally Vicky reached Donna's hairless mound.This long, slow journey, feeling Donna's caresses, licks, kisses and nibbles the whole way, re-awakened that need in Vicky. She could feel it burning in her groin, as hot and strong as ever. When Donna's moist, cool tongue touched her mound, Vicky gasped and shivered, opening her legs up wide. She dove into Donna's hot, wet snatch, sucking and licking at all the cool, sweet nectar, driving Donna into an almost immediate climax.When the waves of pleasure stopped rocking her body, Donna returned the favor, licking and sucking on Vicky's lower and inner lips and her clit, quickly pushing Vicky to the edge as well. Vicky felt it build quickly in her groin, growing and releasing so fast it was incredible. It felt like small tremors erupting all over her body, echoes of the small earthquake taking place wherever Donna's tongue was touching her.Vicky could feel her body tiring quickly, not yet fully recovered from last night. She rested her head on Donna's thigh, wrapping her arms around Donna's waist to hold her close. She felt Donna copying her, doing the same thing, preparing for a long session of very tired lovemaking.Using only her tongue, Vicky licked up and down Donna's slot, playing with and teasing her clit. It was surprising to Vicky how quickly and easily Donna slid up and into another orgasm. Pulling back her tongue to let her recover, Vicky closed her eyes and rested.After a minute or two, Vicky felt Donna's tongue slide into her dripping snatch and start to tease and tickle her. Feeling completely relaxed, she just let the sensations build inside her. She was almost shocked when she felt herself sliding into another mild orgasm after what seemed like only a minute or two. It was so delicious, having it wash back and forth in her limp body, those sweet sensations tickling all through her without any of the intense release of those from last night.When she recovered a bit, she tongued Donna into another mild orgasm, receiving another herself a few minutes later. This one was even softer, simply sliding in from nowhere, running electric tingles through her entire body, then sliding away again. It took so little effort, yet felt so good, she wanted to keep this up forever. Again, as soon as her breath was back, she started on Donna again.It was almost like they were trading the same orgasm back and forth, using their tongues to pass it from one mouth into the other's sensitive and throbbing clit. Everything felt so nice right now, so warm, so comfortable, so perfectly wonderful. It was as though she and her new lover were halves of a perfect orgasmic whole, suddenly brought together. She completely lost herself in this wonderful new playtime.After some time, and countless small climaxes, she felt hands trying to pull her away from Donna. She simply hung on tight to Donna's waist until the hands gave up. She wasn't ready to stop yet.***Robyn woke up very early the next morning and didn't feel either of the girls beside her. Opening her eyes, she looked over to see them both on the other side of the bed, covers thrown back, lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position. They each had their legs scissored apart, with their heads pillowed on each other's thigh, arms wrapped around each other's waists, mouths almost touching each other's pussies.They seemed to be asleep, but as Robyn watched, Vicky's tongue slid into Donna's slot to tease and play with her clit. After a minute or two, Donna shuddered a bit, pulling her face into Vicky's crotch, moaning very quietly. After the shudders and moaning stopped, both leaned back slightly, resting, seeming to sleep again. A minute or so later, Donna's tongue slipped into Vicky's crack, repeating the performance Vicky'd just given, bringing Vicky to a small, shuddering orgasm. After a minute or two of rest, Vicky started again.This had apparently been going on for some time, as both girls were covered with a thin film of perspiration. Both of their pussies were absolutely dripping with juices, and streaks of their cream and saliva ran down both sides of their thighs, leaving small wet patches on the bed under them.After watching them both go through several mini-orgasms, Robyn thought it was about time they separated and got some more real sleep. She tried to pull them apart, but all they did was grab on tighter, refusing to move or let go. Neither had opened their eyes.Sighing a bit, Robyn gave up trying to stop them. Instead, she lay down behind Vicky, pulling the covers over them all, wrapping one arm around them both. Every few minutes she could feel one or the other of the girls shudder as another climax hit. She'd never heard of anyone being able to come this often, with what seemed to be very little stimulation. She gave up counting their orgasms after a while and fell back to sleep.***Later that morning, but still fairly early, Robyn woke again. The girls were in approximately the same positions, but this time they were definitely asleep. Their arms were relaxed, bodies twisted slightly, heads tilted to the side, mouths open, breathing softly and steadily. She smiled to herself, seeing them like this, knowing that they would be enjoying each others' company far more than their times with her. Without her help, though they would never had gotten together.She decided she'd better have her talk with them now, while the three of them had some time and some privacy together. God only knew if a chance like this would come up again. She woke them by giving them each a long kiss, licking the insides of their lips and playing with their tongues, still tasting of the juices from their pussies. As they woke, they each responded to the kiss, playing with her tongue, sucking it deeper into their mouths.Pulling them both up beside her, heads on pillows, she let them cuddle with each other and kiss quietly for a few minutes, caressing them both."Okay you two, you're going to have to break for a while. I need to talk with you both." Donna turned over, putting her back to Vicky, facing Robyn. She'd pulled Vicky's hand with her, and was now holding it between her breasts. Vicky pressed in tight, so she was touching Donna along their entire length."I've been hoping to get you two together for a while now, but didn't know how to do it, or how you two would react to each other. This was a real break for me, making it a lot easier, and it looks like you two are getting along very well." Both girls blushed, but Vicky gave Donna a kiss on the back of her neck. Donna squeezed Vicky's hand in reply."You see, this is probably the last time I'll be babysitting either of you." She listened to their protests for a few seconds before carrying on. "Yes, it will be the last time. You see, I've found a real job now, working in an office, and I'll be starting in two weeks. I've also got myself a steady boyfriend, one I think may be around for a long time. This means I won't have any more time for babysitting." She had a hard time continuing, looking at the tears in their eyes, and starting to cry a bit herself."This doesn't mean I don't love you both, because I do. It's just that I'm getting older and need to do other things in my life. You two are very special to me, and I'm going to miss you a whole lot. That's why I'm glad you are getting along so well. I know what it's like to be without a special friend, I had to go through it before. You'll have each other now, so it won't seem so bad when I'm not there anymore.""I Know you both go to the same school, so you'll be able to meet and talk with each other whenever you want. One thing I thought you might do is to arrange regular sleep-overs at each other's houses, something your parents probably wouldn't mind. Well, what do you think?"With that, all three girls started crying, hugging each other, telling them how much they'd miss each other.After the crying had died down, Robyn said that it was time to get up and mobile. They did the usual things, showering, breakfast, and doing a lot of talking. Brenda was surprised when Vicky told her about Robyn's new job and new boyfriend, wondering how come Vicky knew about it before she did. They spent the rest of the day chatting and playing. Donna didn't seem nearly as shy as before, joining in with the conversations and laughing at the jokes. She seemed totally different from the shy little girl she'd been yesterday.Donna and Vicky never did seem to become close friends at school. They'd decided it would be better to keep their relationship a secret. They met regularly after school, and slept over at each other's houses as often as they thought they could get away with. They enjoyed each other's company a great deal, over and above the physical pleasure they gave each other. Donna was one of the few really close friends Vicky'd ever had.This all came to an end after only a few short months. Robyn's dad was transferred to a new office across the state, getting a promotion and a raise as incentive. It was a shock to Donna when her dad finally told her, and a bigger shock to Vicky when Donna told her she'd be moving away in a few weeks. They cried in each other's arms for a while, before deciding that it would probably be better if they didn't see each other for the last few weeks, knowing it would be too hard to hide their feelings from their friends and families.Vicky had been hurting because of the loss of her special lover for more than two months before she found Caitlin.***Mary was having a hard time fighting back the tears."So how come you never told anyone about this?""Well, before, I thought you'd both be mad at me. Maybe you wouldn't let me see Robyn or Donna any more. After Donna left, I hurt a lot, and felt real sorry for not telling you. I knew you'd be mad when you found out, so I just didn't say anything. I'm sorry mom.""It's okay, apology accepted. Just remember in the future that you should talk to us about these things. We're not meanies you know, we do understand how you feel. We love you and want to help however we can.""Okay mom. Thanks.""You realize of course that you're still going to be punished for lying to your father.""Yes mom.""We've already talked about it, and I think you should both hear what it is. Vicky, you're grounded for two weeks, starting tomorrow. That means the only time you step out of the house is to go to school. No going to friends houses, and no friends over either. Is that clear?"Vicky started crying softly, hanging onto Caitlin.Mary relented slightly. "Vicky, dear, I said you couldn't invite any friends over. I didn't say that your dad and I couldn't invite Richard or Caitlin over."Vicky sniffled a bit, went over and climbed into her mother's lap."Thanks mom." She cuddled in her mother's arms for a while.Chapter 7Richard opened the door and looked around the porch. Vicky was there, sitting curled up in Mary's lap in one chair, while Caitlin was stretched out in another chair. All three had been crying, that was obvious."Lunch is ready, if anyone's interested."He got two nods and a subdued uh-huh for a reply.He returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was still wearing a frown. Lunch, consisting of fresh deli buns, corned beef, ham, salami, swiss and cheddar cheeses, and various drinks, was ready."Come on, Brenda, quit pouting. I'll pick some up next time I'm shopping. I promise! I've never seen anyone put on such a display over a little thing." Richard couldn't help chuckling."Don't laugh at me! It's not funny! I mean, how can you possibly survive without it? Isn't there a law somewhere that you gotta have ketchup in the fridge? If there isn't, I'll make one!""I think you're being more than a little silly. Don't you think so too?"She grinned. "I guess. I just can't believe there's anyone that doesn't have ketchup. Whaddaya do when you eat hot dogs?""I use relish and onion.""Eeew. Onion? I'm never gonna kiss you after you've had a hot dog.""Why don't you head home and get some? While you're there, invite your dad over for lunch. Your mom's already here, so he's probably feeling abandoned.""Okay!" She ran off.***Lunch was quiet, without much talking. Vicky, Caitlin and Mary were still feeling the after-effects of their morning chat. Richard, Brenda, and Will talked a bit about Richard's job, the classes he was still taking, Will's work, and a bit about Brenda's schoolwork.After lunch, Richard insisted everyone was to come back for dinner. He'd picked up some steaks, and they'd have a nice barbecue to finish off the weekend. It was agreed, barbecue at six, especially since they all needed to do some serious talking as well. Mary told everyone about Vicky's grounding, saying that if they needed to know why, they could ask Vicky.After lunch, Mary and Will went home (next door, such a long trip), Brenda stayed and helped Richard clean up, and Vicky and Caitlin seemingly disappeared.When they were done, Richard asked Brenda. "Any idea where our sisters have gotten to?"Brenda laughed. "Richard, think. They're new lovers. This is their, uh, second day together? Last one for two weeks. Where would you be, down at the supermarket?""Ouch! You got me on that one. Just remember, I'm not as young as you. It'll take me some time to get used to this. A few days ago I still thought you three were sweet innocent little kids. Now I know better. You're all horny little she-devils in disguise!""Right. And don't you forget it! Now then, we've got oodles of time before supper, and I'm not gonna waste it either! Besides, you still owe me a nice shower. Come on, and don't you dare make a fuss!"When they got to the top of the stairs, they could both hear the moans and whimpers coming from Caitlin's room, at the end of the hall."It looks like our sisters have a head start on us. Wanna go peek?""Brenda!""Spoilsport." Brenda followed Richard to his bedroom, then turned and ran down the hall.Richard turned when he heard her footsteps. "Brenda! No!" he said in a loud whisper.She ignored him and opened the door to Caitlin's room. "Okay you two. Remember, it's mine and Richard's turn for a shower. You get the leftovers." It was an interesting view. Caitlin was spread-eagled on the bed, hands grabbing at the top corners, knees bent, with thighs wide open. Her eyes were open, but glazed over and unfocused. Vicky's face was buried deep in her crotch, moving up and down very quickly. Caitlin didn't notice Brenda, but Vicky looked up at her sister, her face wet, glistening with Bec's juices. She smiled and nodded.Turning back toward Richard, she shut the door. The noises in the room, silenced for a few seconds, started up again."See, they hardly noticed.""That's supposed to be something private! No spectators. Now promise me you won't do it again.""Nope, can't promise that." "Brenda, please!""All right. How about this then. I promise if either of them tells me to get out and stay out, I will. I won't do it again. And you can tell them both about my promise. Will that do?""That's not the same thing. I don't like the idea of you just peeking in on them whenever you feel like it. Besides, it might give them ideas. What if one of them decided to look in on us when we're... uh... doing... whatever."Brenda smiled, very seductively at Richard. "That might be fun. I've given you my promise, and that's as good as it gets. It works both ways. If they tell me to stay out of their room, then they have to stay out of our room. Okay?""I guess.""Now, you just stand there and don't move a muscle!"Richard watched as she turned up the heat (again?) and walked back toward him, wiggling her hips. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. When he went to put his arms around her, she hissed at him "Don't you dare move until I tell you to!" He dropped his arms back by his sides.She began by slowly sliding down his front. When her head reached his crotch, she nuzzled him with her face, outlining his hardening cock with her nose and her chin. Undoing his shoes, she tugged up on one leg. "Lift." He obediently lifted that leg, putting one hand on her head for balance. When she'd stripped off his shoe and sock, she had him lift the other leg, repeating the performance.For a few minutes, she caressed his feet, playing with each toe, massaging his ankles, and running her hands partway up his calves. Sliding back up his body, she paused for a moment to nuzzle his now fully-hardened member. Reaching up over her head, she undid his belt.Standing up straight, she slowly pulled his shirt up and out from his pants. Undoing the bottom couple of buttons, she slipped her arms inside his shirt and ran her hands around his lower stomach, sides, and back. Pulling her arms out, she undid the next button, sliding her arms back inside for more caresses, only slightly higher than the time before.Richard's breathing was getting heavy. Brenda's caresses felt like feather touches on his skin, so light and so cool, but where she touched, his skin burned. He could feel that heat burning inward, centering on his groin, building up pressure oh so slowly. The bulge in the front of his pants was getting bigger and starting to get uncomfortable.She took an agonizingly long time to remove his shirt, finally sliding it down his arms and off his wrists. She paused to suck every fingertip on each of his hands. Reaching up, she teased and tickled his nipples, stopping to nibble and lick one of them.Electric shocks were running from his nipples to his groin, each time she licked or pinched one. He still had his pants and shorts on, but he felt like he was close to climaxing. He moaned. "God, you're making me hot! Much more, and I'll be cumming in my pants!""Don't you dare. I've got something else in mind for that."To Richard's relief, she did stop playing with his nipples. Walking around behind him, she started stroking and touching his back, using the tips of her fingers, trying to memorize every bump, every groove, every muscle and bone there, seeing where he was sensitive. He tried very hard to control himself, especially when she found the ticklish spots.Once she was satisfied with his back, she moved around to the front. Lowering herself down, she once again nuzzled his groin, massaging his aching, hardened cock. Richard groaned. She was definitely getting to him. Undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper, she slid her thumbs under his belt, one on either side, and reached around behind him, loosening his pants on the way.Reaching as far around him as she could, she held him in a tight hug, cheek resting against his stomach, just above his crotch. Knees bending, she began to tug and pull his pants down, not releasing her hug, head still pressed against him. As his pants went down, so did she. Over top of his cock, past his balls, down his thighs to his knees, until she was sitting on the floor. Pulling on one leg, she said "Up."Still being obedient, he lifted one leg, then the other. His pants joined his shirt, shoes and socks in a pile. Seated on the floor, Brenda looked up at Richard. All he could see were her big, green, lust-filled eyes looking back at him. His cock felt huge and swollen, ready to burst, and neither one of them were undressed yet!He felt a tug on his shorts. Still staring into his eyes, Brenda had her hands fastened to the leg bands of his jockeys, one on either side, and was pulling them down. They went down easily until the front got hung up on his cock. It was so hard, it wouldn't pop out of the top. He moved his hand to try and release his prick, but stopped when she whispered "Don't move."She got up onto her knees, so her head was right at his crotch. Pulling out the waistband of his shorts with one hand, she reached in to grab his cock with the other. As soon as her hand touched it, he jumped, and his whole body shivered for a second. The room was hot and he was perspiring freely, but her touch still felt cool. She lifted his member out of his shorts and licked the tip with a slight flick of her tongue."GOD! Brenda, do that again and I'll be coming in your face. I'm that close."Smiling, she walked behind him again and pulled his shorts to his ankles. "Step out." He did. Picking up his shorts in one hand, she slid her other hand up the inside of his leg, from the ankle, up his calf, past his knee, up the inner thigh, and then reached through to cup his balls in her palm.He was shivering and sweating as her hand got higher and higher. When she touched his thigh, he jumped again. When he realized where her hand was going, he tried to push himself up, getting on tiptoe to try and get away from her hand. When she touched his balls, he jumped again, letting out a strangled gasp.As she fondled his balls, he slowly sank back down onto his feet, knees spreading slightly, moaning. "No more. Please! I'll explode if you don't stop! Brenda, please!"With a sigh, she released him, but her hand caressed his crotch, from under his balls, all the way to the top of his ass crack, before breaking contact. That brought more moans. Richard's breathing was erratic. He couldn't remember the last time he was so worked up. His balls were hard and starting to ache, and his insides felt like they were on fire. "Okay, now it's my turn. Step back and face the bed. Don't move, and don't say anything, unless you can't help cumming."Richard was now about six feet from the bed, with a clear view of what Brenda was about to do. She stood just in front of him, facing him. Putting her hands up behind her head, she stretched, long and liquid as a cat, arching her back, twisting one leg then the other, arms moving up and out, then down to her sides, and ended by hugging herself, squeezing in each thigh alternately."Remember, no talking, no touching."Slowly, lazily, she began unbuttoning her blouse. A single button at a time. His eyes watched carefully. His cock jerked every time one came undone. After the last button was loose, she pulled her blouse open, at the same time turning her back to him. He only caught a glimpse of her bra-covered mounds. To Richard, it looked like she caressed her blouse off each shoulder. It slid down her arms, and she caught it in her hands behind her back. Using one hand, keeping her back to Richard, she daintily held out her arm and dropped the blouse on top of the growing pile of clothes. Next came her bra. Unclasping it, she shrugged it off her shoulders, catching it on her breasts. It was also carefully dropped onto the pile.Using both hands, she massaged and kneaded her breasts, playing with the nipples with her thumbs."Ahhhh. Ooooo, that feels good." Without noticing it, her thighs clenched. "I wish it were your hands and tongue doing this right now." Her hands slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and over her groin to her thighs. Oooing, she let them slid around to the back of her legs, then up under her skirt to her panty-covered bottom. He watched her hands massaging her hips and ass, showing off, hips rotating slowly in time to the movement of her hands.Richard groaned and slitted his eyes, hardly able to stand it as he watched her thumbs hook the elastic of her panties and pull them down off her ass. She continued her slow grind and massage, seemingly oblivious to the moans coming from behind her.Sighing, she stopped the massage. She dropped her panties to her ankles and kicked them towards the clothes pile, followed quickly by her dress. After another stretch, and some more groans from Richard, she leaned over, bent at the waist, to undo her shoes.He was having trouble breathing properly. Bent over like that, he could see everything clearly, her ass, her puckered little nether hole, her pussy, all the little beads of dew around the lips, crack glistening, red and moist, her breasts bobbing up and down, trying to hide behind her knees, and her little brown nipples, hard and puckered, occasionally grazing a leg.Kicking her shoes off towards a corner, she stood up and stretched again. Richard let out a whimper.Lazily, keeping her legs straight and her feet on the floor, Brenda oozed out onto the bed. Resting her head on her forearms, she spread her legs, arched her back, and began a slow grind of her hips."So, do you like the view?"It took all his self-control to stop himself from grabbing her hips and jamming his cock as far down into her cunt as it would go. His balls were aching, his cock ready to explode, his insides knotted with lust and desire, and she was waving that delicious ass and cunt around in front of him in such an inviting manner he almost couldn't help himself."Yes" was all he could force out."You do have a lot of self control. You've been very patient, now it's time for your reward." She pulled a pillow down a few feet from the top of the bed. Patting it, she said "lay down here." He did, with his feet hanging over the end of the bed. He was still watching her."Let's see if I'm ready yet." She moistened one finger by licking and sucking on it. Watching Richard, she moved that finger down in front of her body until she reached her pussy. Using the other hand to spread her lips apart, she slid the finger in deep.Her eyes snapped shut, her head jerked back, knees turned in, thighs locked together, and she gasped. Leaving her finger in place without moving it, she took several long, shuddering breaths. When her voice came back, she said "Steaming hot, soaking wet, very sensitive. I think I'm ready.""Okay, spread your legs a bit. Arms straight out to the sides. Keep them there. Remember, don't move, don't touch." Richard complied.Brenda climbed up on the bed, then straddled his chest, facing his crotch. "Remember, no touching no moving." She leaned over until she was resting on her knees and elbows. Her cunt was only inches from Richard's face, lips engorged, glowing pink and shiny, open and letting him see everything. Her tiny clit was swollen and red-looking, her inner lips spread slightly. He could see inside her, and he watched her vaginal muscles rhythmically contract and open. He couldn't help himself. He blew on her pussy, very lightly.Her thighs clenched and she whimpered. "Richard, don't, or I'll cum. And if I cum first, I won't let you cum. So stop it.""Okay. Just remember, I'm almost there. It won't take much for me to explode now."Brenda licked the head of his cock, moistening it. His entire body jumped at the contact. She sucked as much of his cock as would fit into her mouth, then began a slow pumping action, bobbing her head up and down. Richard whimpered, it felt so good. He got that familiar feeling inside, knowing it would only be seconds before he came."God, I'm close."It built quickly, with that steady suction on his cock, and the sight and smell of her pussy in his face driving him up fast. Suddenly, with little warning, he was there."Oh god. I'm there. I'm gonna cum. God, yes! AAAAUUGGGGGGG!!!!" Richard screamed, emptying his lungs. Sucking in more air, all he could do was sob and gasp.Just when he was about to squirt, when he thought she'd pull off and watch him cum, she swallowed him, right to the balls. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't pull back. He lost control. His hips started jerking up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her throat, pushing deep for every pulse, each squirt of juice. She kept her mouth and throat open, swallowing repeatedly, taking in everything, milking his cock of every drop.He was still pumping deep in her throat when Brenda heard the door open. Two worried-looking faces peered in, Vicky and Caitlin, both naked. Brenda lifted the corners of her lips in a bit of a smile, pulled back a bit so she could breathe again, and winked at them. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking hard, head bobbing up and down.When they opened the door, the first thing that hit them was a wave of damp heat. Peering around the door, they saw Richard spread-eagled on the bed, hips thrusting, his entire body writhing with the sensations. Brenda was sprawled face-down on top of him with his cock buried in her throat, pumping in and out like crazy. Both were dripping with sweat, and Brenda's stockings were soaked through in places. It was a scene of utter depravity. They backed out and shut the door, realizing that nobody was actually dying. Looking at each other for a few seconds, they both smiled and ran for Caitlin's bedroom.Brenda waited for Richard to recover somewhat, still nursing on his cock. His hips finally slowed, then stopped, his body quit shaking, and his breathing became more even, changing to deep regular breaths rather than pants and gasps. She knew he was back when she heard him moan "Oh God".Her turn. Sliding backwards, she jammed her twat against his face, covering his mouth and chin. "Do me! Eat me! Lick my pussy! Don't stop until I say so!" She started to grind her hips, sliding her pussy around on his face. She was hot, too, and needed to get off badly, wanting his attentions, unable to wait for him to fully recover.Richard wasn't quite back into the real world. He heard Brenda, but what she said hadn't registered. He did understand that the crotch being mashed into his face needed some attention.Richard stuck out his tongue and licked, starting from her mound, and continuing all the way back to her puckered rear hole. Brenda shivered, talking fast and high. "Oh! Oh! Yessssss! Do it! Make me cum! Pleeeeeaaaaase!" On the third lick, her body bucked, tensing all over. He could feel her muscles contracting in waves. The next lick pushed her over. She grabbed his hips, burying her face in his stomach, and screamed. He kept licking her right through her orgasm, slowing as she came down. Her voice was high, squeaky and faint, but could still be heard. "Oh! Oh my! Oh! Oh yes. Don't you dare stop!"He grinned when he heard that. He was back in control of himself. If she wanted to get off big time, he'd do his part.Paying much more attention, he picked up the pace again. Still licking in long strokes, he started making little detours, around her clit, up and over her pussy lips, then dipping into her hole for a taste of her secretions. She was sopping wet, and he lapped up everything his tongue could reach.Pausing for a second, he darted his tongue in and out of her hole really fast, getting another gasp from her, then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Sticking his tongue out between them, he flicked at her clit with its tip. When he felt her gasping for air, he moistened one finger and slid it into her twat to the second knuckle. He felt her vagina spasm and grab his finger, then slowly relax. She was breathing hard. He began to finger fuck her, setting up a fast, hard pace, smacking her ass lightly with his palm each time his finger went in.Letting her pussy lips slide out of his mouth, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, licking at its tip. Still only a tiny nub, it didn't come out far. He kept this up, alternating sucking her clit with running his tongue around it and up and down her slot.When she came again, sobbing and crying into his stomach, he never slowed down. He kept at it, continuing to slide his finger in and out even when her twat tried to grab it and pull it inside.Richard didn't know how long she could keep that up. Hell, he didn't know how long HE could keep it up. His tongue was starting to get tired and his arm was a little sore. But he wasn't about to stop. Despite his recent mind-numbing orgasm, he was getting hard again."Ooooo yes please again! Make me come again! Please! Yes! I'm gonna.. I'm gonna .. I'm cumming! Aaiiiiii!"Richard gasped in surprise. She'd seen his erection somehow, and stuffed it into her mouth. Pushing her front up with her hands, leaving her pussy attached to his face, she began to bob her head up and down on his prick. Sucking hard, she was determined to get every last squirt out of him before she collapsed, no matter how often he made her come. She couldn't deep-throat him from that angle, but that didn't matter right then.Feeling that, he sensed what she was trying to do. Having just emptied his balls, he knew he could outlast her easily. His pace slowed, bringing her to the edge but not letting her go over. He'd give her a few more orgasms before he was ready, but spaced out, giving her some time to recover in between.That was a learning experience for him too. He was learning how she reacted, where she was most sensitive, and the signals she gave off just before cumming and as she was cumming. He wanted to push her over the edge at the same time he was ready to blow.During that time, the door opened again, just a little. Two sets of eyes peered in. Richard never noticed. Brenda noticed, but didn't care. She came twice more before Richard felt he couldn't hold out any longer. The first time, she slipped over before he realized what was happening. The second time, he did it on purpose, to see how much it would take to drive her over. Not much, at that point.Feeling his insides ready to pop again, he pushed Brenda right to the edge, his tired tongue and lips savaging her raw and swollen clit, his arm leaden and painful, but still pumping fast. Her clit was sore, her pussy was sore, her arms hurt, her neck ached, her lips felt chapped, but she knew she needed one more big one, and sensed he was getting close too.He felt himself letting loose, so he sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it, rubbing it hard, pushing her into a final mind-numbing orgasm. It shot through her, locking up her body, all except for her head, which was still bobbing up and down on his cock. She screamed onto his prick when her release hit, washing over her body, wracking her with spasms. She stopped screaming and started swallowing when he filled her mouth with his cream.She kept cumming, bobbing her head, sucking the juice out of him and swallowing it all. Finally, after she had vacuumed out every drop of liquid, she collapsed, pulling her sore little pussy away from his face, still shuddering and moaning, her orgasm just ending.Neither one heard the door shut, or the feet run down the hallway.Vicky and Caitlin had been watching their siblings for a while, playing in each other's pussy's. Both had climaxed once while watching the other two, and both were close to another. When the show was over, Caitlin closed the door as quietly as she could, and both ran back to her bedroom. Vicky left their door open a little (on purpose). They climbed back onto the bed, into a sixty-nine position, and began to ravage one another. Watching one's brother and the other's sister go at it for that long and at that intensity had really fired up those girls. Dinner was only a couple of hours away. To them, it hardly felt like enough time to finish what they had started.Brenda and Richard never moved for about half an hour, slowly recovering, getting their breath back, letting some life flow into tired muscles. Both were still sweating profusely from the heat in the room, but neither had the strength to get up.Finally, Brenda opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Richard's crotch, his cock limp and lifeless, with a couple of drops of cum on his belly. She licked one up. "Yech." Richard groaned. "What?""Oh, nothin'. It just doesn't taste the same."After a couple of minutes. "What doesn't taste the same?"Another pause. "Your semen."A shorter pause. "It doesn't? From when?"Just a deep breath. "From when we just finished, and you came in my mouth."Again a deep breath. "What's different?"Several deep breaths. "Almost every time I tasted it, it tasted pretty icky, sort-of sour and a bit bitter. Not too good. Just now, I tasted a leftover drip from your last cum and it tasted pretty bad too.""But, last time you came in my mouth, when I was cumming and all worked up, it tasted wonderful, perfect. It's kinda hard to explain. I knew you were squirting in my mouth, but I didn't care. It was delicious. I couldn't get enough. I kept sucking 'til there wasn't any more, but I wanted more. Weird, huh?""I'll believe you. I guess when you're hot and bothered, and really want it, you don't notice the taste. Anyway, I think we should get mobile. I don't know about you, but just lying here sweating is draining me. A nice long shower would do wonders. You interested?""You go ahead. I'll be down soon. Leave the door unlocked and I'll come in.""Okay." Richard put on his robe and went out into the hallway. Noticing Caitlin's door was open, he went over and peeked in.Caitlin and Vicky were both resting up, in between bouts, eyes closed, breathing deeply and steadily. Vicky was lying on her back, head on Caitlin's arm, arms and legs splayed. Caitlin was on her side, lying partly over top of Vicky, shielding her from view. One leg was draped over Vicky's thigh, lying between her legs. One arm was pillowing Vicky's head, the other was caught between them, fondling one of Vicky's breasts.Richard had an excellent south/back view of his naked sister (this wasn't nude, this was nekkid) from just to the left of the foot of her bed. She had a perfect ass and a very nice looking pussy, without much hair to get in the way. His balls started twitching, even though he would have sworn he couldn't cum again for a week. After taking a good long look, he pulled himself away from the door with an effort and headed downstairs for a shower. He never noticed Brenda watching him through their partly open doorway.When Richard went downstairs, Brenda got busy. She was walking slowly and a bit awkwardly. Her pussy was sore, her clit was swollen, tender, and a bit painful, and every muscle in her body seemed tired and limp. She felt wonderful.She turned down the heat and opened the window to air out the room. The top covers of the bed were pulled off and left in a pile on the floor. They'd been soaked through with sweat and were damp. Walking into the bathroom, still quite naked, she grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off her body. From the bathroom she walked straight into Caitlin's room and plopped her bottom on the bed. Both girls rolled over and looked at her, Caitlin too tired to be shy or bashful, Vicky unconcerned. Brenda still blushed a little when Caitlin ran her eyes all over her body."Well? Did you two enjoy the show? You watched us long enough."Caitlin blushed. "God, I can't believe I let Vicky talk me into doing that! It's sinful, it's immoral, it's totally wrong, hell, it's even impolite!""Did it get you hot?""Did it ever! I'm getting creamy again just thinking about it! Ahhh, yesss!!!"Caitlin closed her eyes, lowered her head to the bed, and raised one leg. Somehow, Vicky had managed to get her hand between Caitlin's legs and was pumping a finger in and out of her pussy."Ooooh, yes I know you're watching we shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good I can't stop. Please Vicky, no more right now. Please. I need some rest first."Vicky pulled her hand away, and Caitlin melted back down onto the bed."I know I like to watch and Vicky likes to watch. It sure looks like you got hot watching too, Caitlin. I'd take bets on Richard liking to watch, since he took a real long look in here a minute ago."Caitlin's hand automatically started pulling up the sheets to try and cover herself. Brenda's hand stopped her."Relax. He's already seen everything you've got.""But he's not supposed to see me. He's my brother!"Vicky cut in. "And she's my sister. That didn't stop us from watchin', did it? And it got you really hot.""God, yes.""Well, be careful. He got a bit strange when I peeked in on you two a while ago.""When was that?" from Caitlin"When I said it's our turn for the shower. I guess you were kinda busy at the time, and, well, never noticed.""You did?""Yes she did. I was here. I heard her.""Yep. I did. So be careful if you're peeking. Richard might freak. I gotta go, Richard's started the shower. I'm not gonna miss out again!""Brenda, what the hell did you do to my brother, anyway. He sounded like he was dying!""Well, it's like this. I got him really, really worked up, and then when he was ready, I surprised him. That's all. I think he liked it.""If you're gonna surprise him like that again, warn us first, okay?""Anytime I got him alone, I might surprise him. You're warned. I gotta run now! Bye!" Brenda left the door open a crack on her way out. Vicky wouldn't let Caitlin up to close it, either.***Richard spent some time downstairs, puttering around, waiting for Brenda. He grabbed several fresh towels (need to do laundry), a fresh bar of soap (need more too) and checked the hair supplies (would soon need more shampoo and conditioner).Finally, tired of waiting, he started the shower and stepped in. The hot water felt really good on his tired body, steaming away the sweat, massaging his skin, warming his overworked muscles. He was still standing there, leaning against the wall, letting the water wash over him, when Brenda slipped in.Moving under the spray, she wet down her hair and rinsed her face and neck. That done, she leaned back against Richard, positioning herself so his cock ran down the crack of her bottom. It felt right.Putting his arms around her, he gave her a hug, leaving his arms crossed on her stomach. She pulled his hands up and placed them on her breasts. They automatically started to squeeze and fondle, playing with her nipples. Brenda rubbed her ass up and down his cock a couple of times."God, Brenda, don't you ever get enough?""I've had plenty. This just feels soooo good. My titties feel lonely 'cause you didn't play with them much today. Just keep doing it." Her bottom started sliding up and down the length of his cock again. A little while later it took notice of what was happening, and Richard started to get hard."Enough, you little minx. We'd better finish showering or we'll be out of hot water again." She moaned her displeasure at him as he pushed her up straight.They did everything to each other. Washed each other's hair (Richard had to sit down for Vicky to reach properly), soaped each other up, rinsed each other off, then towelled each other dry.Vicky wrapped herself in one of the smaller towels. It covered her from her nipples to just below the crotch, and barely reached all the way around. She tucked it in below her left arm. That left a shifting slit up her left side from her hip to her breast.She also wrapped Richard up in a towel, saying his robe was too smelly and sweaty to put back on. In the kitchen, she grabbed herself a glass of juice and sat down. The towel almost fell open, of course. The front sat puddled in her lap, barely concealing her pubescent snatch, while the back of the towel fell against the chair, revealing a broad expanse of skin from her thigh right up to just below her breast."Y'know, you're a bigger tease than either of our sisters."She grabbed him by the towel and pulled. Rather than risk losing it, he let her pull him in."C'mere. Kiss me." He did. Half way through he jumped and yelped, but Brenda wouldn't let go of their kiss. She had grabbed his balls and started fondling them.Finally getting away from her clutches, he looked at her with a lecherous grin on his face. "You just don't give up, do you?""Nope. And the sooner you learn that, the happier we'll be. Now go change. I'll be up in a while."Chapter 8 When Richard got to the top of the stairs, it was quiet. Caitlin's door was still open a bit. Despite trying to fight against the urge, he ended up tiptoeing over and looking through into his sister's bedroom anyway. He knew better, he knew it was wrong, but right then, he couldn't help himself.The two girls were in almost the same position he saw them in before. Caitlin had moved down on the bed a bit and was resting her head on Vicky's shoulder. He could see Vicky's face, and her pussy. Both girls seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. Richard froze, then stepped back from the door as Caitlin shifted a bit. Her right leg moved a little lower on Vicky's thigh, and her left leg moved farther left, exposing even more of her virgin snatch to Richard. Her right hand moved down to Vicky's naked pussy, cupping it, hiding it from his sight - not doing anything, just looking like it belonged there.When neither girl moved again, Richard stepped forward to take another good look. His cock was filling out again, staring at those two illicit bodies, the danger and immorality of what he was doing adding to the thrill. After he stared for a few more minutes, trying to memorize every curve, nook, and fold of Caitlin's ass and crotch, he turned and walked into his room to change."Okay, Caitlin, he's gone now," whispered Vicky."You sure?""Yep. He got a real good look at us, too.""God, I feel so embarrassed! I showed off everything to my brother!""Yep. I betcha you'll do it some more, too.""Oh god, child, what are you doing to me? I feel so depraved!""It's a thrill, isn't it?""Yes! And you're gonna make me do it again, aren't you.""Uh huh. Over and over and over.""God, I'm blushing again! I don't know what you're doing to me, but I'm not the same person I was three days ago. You're corrupting me!""Yeah. Don't it feel good though? Now shush, don't move. I think I hear footsteps.""Oh, God!"Several minutes later, Vicky spoke in a very quiet whisper "He's baaaaack."***Richard was just finishing up dressing when Brenda came in.She dropped her towel and dragged him down for a long, passionate kiss."Mmmm. You taste good after you shower. Need help gettin' dinner ready?""Probably not. Why?""I'm gonna go visit Vicky and Caitlin. Call if you need me.""I think they're asleep. I haven't heard anything from them since I came upstairs.""That's okay. I'll wake 'em up."Richard went out the door, intending to go straight downstairs. Somehow, he just couldn't resist another peek. The two of them were in the same position, giving Richard lots to look at. He stared for a another minute or two, still not quite believing how beautiful his sister looked. Then he went downstairs.Brenda got dressed quickly, then waited a minute just to be safe. She opened the door and, not spotting Richard, went straight into Caitlin's room. Seeing them lying on the bed, almost completely exposed, was a small thrill in itself. They really did look like they were sleeping.In a loud whisper, Brenda said "Okay you two, you can knock it off now. He's downstairs making supper."Caitlin and Vicky rolled over, Vicky behind Caitlin, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her on the neck."If he saw what I just did, he got a real eyeful. Well, did he?"Vicky grinned. "Twice."Caitlin blushed furiously. "This is really embarrassing. I don't think I can look at him now without blushing."Vicky whispered in her ear. "Just remember what he looked like, lying there, sweat pouring off him, his cock buried in my sister's throat. That'll settle you down. You'll be too hot to be embarrassed.""I hope so. Though I'll probably be hot and embarrassed."***Dinner was a bit subdued. Richard and Brenda were both tired out, as were Caitlin and Vicky. Most of the conversation took place between Mary and Will. Caitlin kept blushing at the strangest times.Everyone enjoyed the steaks, salads, baked potatoes and rolls. When dinner was done, they all retired to the living room, the adults (and Caitlin) sipping on beer, and the girls drinking sodas.The rules they finally agreed to were simple. - Nobody outside of that room was to know about either relationship. - No making out anywhere where they could be found out. - Nothing was not to interfere with anyone's schoolwork or homework. - All three girls were to maintain a normal social life away from home. - The girls current curfews were to be strictly maintained, unless over at Richard's, and they were to sleep alone on school nights. - Proper privacy codes were to be maintained in both houses, IE no barging in without knocking or being invited.If anything else came up, they would have another meeting to discuss it.Everyone was tired, except Mary and Will, so they closed down early. Vicky had a long, whispered conversation with Caitlin, during which both blushed several times. Finally their guests went home, leaving Richard and Caitlin alone. They stayed in the living room, staring out the window at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for the longest time."Rich, do you think what we're doing is wrong?"They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while."I don't think I had much choice, wrong or not. I'm in love with Brenda, and she made me realize it. I don't know if what Brenda feels is love or not, but she and her mother both think it is. I'm now hers for as long as she wants me."They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while."I don't know what it is between me and Vicky. There is a spark, but it's not love. Maybe we both just need someone really really bad. I don't think I'm hurting her or corrupting her, because she's the one taking the lead. It's been her pushing me up until now. I feel a bit confused.""You're going to have some time alone now to think this through, with Vicky being grounded. You'll have to decide for yourself whether or not to continue. I certainly can't preach to you on moral grounds.""I know. I'll have to make up my mind about what I want to do now.First Angie, now this. My life has become complicated."They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while."Caitlin, Brenda did something that surprised me today."She blushed a bright red, glad the room was dark and Richard was looking out the window. She wondered if he was referring to the same 'surprise' Brenda had mentioned."What did she do?""She looked into your room while you two were, uh, well, busy.""You mean she watched us while we were having sex."By then they were both blushing."Well, yes. It was a bit shocking, and very embarrassing. I made her give me a promise. I couldn't get her to promise not to look anymore, but she did promise that if either of you told her to get out and stay out, she would. Now I want you to tell her that." He was feeling more than a little guilty about bringing the subject up, especially after the thrill he'd experienced staring at them doing nothing. He knew it wasn't right, and was determined to stop Brenda from spying on them. And, said a small part of his mind, to stop himself as well.They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while."Caitlin? Well?""I can't promise I'll do that, Rich. Not right now. Not until I decide whether I stay with Vicky. If we separate, I'll tell her. If we stay together, well...""Well, what?""If we stay together, it will be Vicky's choice to keep Brenda out, not mine.""Caitlin, you're an adult. Vicky is eleven years old. What do you mean it will be her choice?""Rich, from what I gather, Brenda is still a virgin. She's learned a lot from watching her parents, but until now has never experienced real sex.""Yes. And how did you know about her watching her parents?""Vicky told me. They don't keep secrets. Vicky's been watching too. My point is that as far as the bedroom goes, you two are equals, but you, Rich, control things because you're older and more experienced. If Brenda is doing something she wants to, you let her, but you still have control.""That about covers it. Have you three been talking behind my back?""Not much, just enough to give me the clues I needed. It's not the same with me and Vicky. I'm the beginner, the freshman, needing to be led by the hand. Vicky is far more experienced, and is in charge of what we do in the bedroom. It's her choice. If we carry on, she will have control, and that frightens me.""Caitlin, she's eleven years old. How much experience can she have?""Richard, Vicky has already lost two lovers, both girls who she cared for. The last one was two months ago, and it left her with a big hole in her heart. She's had most of a year of constant caring and attention from one or the other of them, and then nothing for two months. She is only eleven years old, but how many of your college friends can claim to have had this much pain?""This... I had no idea. It happened right under my nose and I didn't see anything. I thought she was a sweet, innocent kid.""She still is in most ways. And don't feel guilty about not knowing. She managed to hide it from her parents and her sister too. Even though she tells me they don't keep secrets."They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing."I guess that's part of the reason you're having such a hard time deciding. It still doesn't tell me why you let Vicky take control.""Richard, I didn't *let* Vicky have control. She took it away from me, right from the beginning, minutes after I walked into their place. She decided she wanted me, and she took me. I guess it's a personality thing. That girl is much more certain of herself than I am. She's more daring, more experienced and more knowledgeable. It's scary.""Caitlin, you make it sound like Vicky's going to take over your life, like she could make you do anything.""No, it's not like that. I'm still me, and I decide what I do and what's right for me. Vicky controls us, together, what we do and don't do. That's part of why it's so thrilling to be with her. I'm not in control.""You'd better be careful then. Those two little vixens are pretty wild. No telling what they're capable of.""You don't have to tell me. I already know."They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing.Eventually one, then the other, went to bed.***It was Wednesday morning. Richard woke up, bright and early, stretched, and went to the washroom. Brenda had been over the night before, but they'd simply sat together on the couch, lights out, sometimes talking, watching the sun set and the stars come out. They shared two colas and, later, a glass of wine. By the end of the evening, he was getting used to her body leaning against his, the feel of her waist and shoulders, her warmth, the sound of her voice, and the faint yet distinctive smell of her. It had been difficult to send her home.With his usual morning hard-on tenting out the front of his shorts, he decided to put on his robe. Stepping into the hall, he heard the toilet flush and decided to wait rather than go downstairs.Caitlin came out a few seconds later, shocking Richard. He could only stand there and stare, jaw flapping but with no words coming out. She was wearing a very revealing, semi-transparent negligee. It looked wonderful on her gorgeous body.Reaching up and pulling his head down, she pressed her body into his, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then headed off to her bedroom."Mornin' Rich." She closed her door before he could react. There were tingles in his chest where her nipples had pushed in.He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and went into the bathroom. 'No, I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this.'***It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the door behind her. At least that time she was wearing a nightshirt, he was glad to see, short and revealing though it was. She walked over and sat on the bed. He could see that she had been crying."I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was horrible!"She started crying again, quietly yet painfully. Richard sat up and gathered her in his arms, just like he had many times before when he still lived with their parents. It was him she came to back then, with her tears and nightmares, rather than their Mom and Dad, because he understood her fears and her pain. Of course, she was seventeen now, rather than eleven. There was a definite difference in the body he was holding."Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone."He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep."Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin.""No, please, I don't want the nightmare to come back."What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach. Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so recently.She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned with her back to him. Mind hazy with sleep, he rolled into her and nuzzled the back of her neck. Without conscious thought, his arm curled over his sister's waist, hugging her closer to him. His hand found one of her breasts and he cupped it with his palm. He drifted back into unconsciousness.He woke again when Caitlin started to stir. Finally properly awake, he realized the position he was in, spooned up behind his sister. Becoming quite embarrassed by the intimate nature of his embrace, he immediately rolled away. The arm around the waist wasn't so bad. It was the hand holding her breast, his lips almost kissing the back of her neck, and his usual morning hard-on tenting his shorts and pressing into the crack of Caitlin's ass that made his face glow.Expecting her to be upset at those intimate contacts, he was totally unprepared for what came next. Instead of jumping from the bed and leaving his room, she rolled over, sliding into the crook of his arm. Resting her head on the flat of his shoulder just beside his neck, she stretched out full length beside him, one arm wrapped around his torso in a loose hug.It took him totally by surprise. If it wasn't his sister, and if he hadn't committed to Brenda, that would have been heaven. He was feeling trapped and helpless, enjoying the feel of her body, her warm breath on his neck, her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his chest and side, and... 'Oh god' he thought. Her night dress had ridden high while she slept and her naked lower belly and crotch were pressed into his thigh. She wasn't wearing panties - he could tell, because her thatch of pussy hair was tickling him."Caaaty. Oh, Caaaatyyyyy. Time to get up now.""Mmmnn... no... tired..."Sighing, he resigned himself to this fate. Guiltily, he realized he liked the feel of his sister's body pressed up against him just as much as he enjoyed Brenda's. It was so much illicit pleasure for both, one being a barely pubescent thirteen, offering herself completely, body and soul to him, the other being his fully-formed nearly-adult sister, untouchable, yet sending incestuous thoughts and feelings through his body. Very much aware of her body beside him, he could feel each breath she took, both from the rise and fall of her bosom, and from the warmth of her breath on his neck and chest. It wasn't long before he sensed she'd fallen back to sleep. He just lay there, enjoying the touch and intimacy, knowing he shouldn't let it happen. After a while, without really thinking about it, he began to caress his sister, her hair, shoulder, arm, waist, and naked lower back, whatever his trapped arm could reach.As time passed, he became lost in his own little imaginary world. It was with difficulty that he came back to reality when Caitlin began to stir again."Mmmmm, feels good."He noticed his hand was caressing her, seemingly detached from the rest of him, but definitely sending back the feel of her body. His member was still hard at attention, and jerked a little when she kissed him lightly on the neck. She seemed to be enjoying his attentions."Thanks, Rich. That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. But I guess it's time to get up. I'm hungry."With that, she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. He caught glimpses of her naked pussy, hips, and ass as she rolled out of bed and stood up, letting her night dress fall and cover her nudity. It would have been difficult for her to miss his raging hard-on pushing up the front of his boxers and the covers, yet she never said anything - she just padded out the door in her bare feet.He listened to her footsteps head along the hall and down the stairs. Looking at her without blushing would be difficult, he knew, especially with her still wearing the same flimsy garment. "No, I'm never gonna get used to this."He jacked-off quickly to a hard and shuddering climax, remembering the feel of her body against his.***That evening, returning from his part-time job, he found his sister seated on the couch staring out the window. The TV was on, barely audible, and was being completely ignored. She was wearing a light silk blouse with no bra, and a full, loose skirt. With her sitting cross-legged, he could picture exactly what was on display under her skirt. There was little imagination needed to see what was under her blouse.They exchanged greetings and small talk for a while before Richard noticed how distant her mind really was. She was still staring out the window."Caitlin, what's wrong?"She sighed and took a few deep breaths before answering."I need Vicky.""Does this mean you've made up your mind?""Yes.""Any reasons for this decision? Anything you'd like to share with your big brother? Like why?""No. I just need her. For now, for a while, that's all I know. I'm so lonely. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here for me, Rich."It was always difficult for him to express his feelings for his sister. He had to be careful in what he said, with her in such a vulnerable state."Caitlin, you know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. You're my sister, and I love you." There it was, carefully worded so she could accept it however she wanted. He leaned over the back of the couch and gave her a hug from behind, also giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. He liked the feel of her body, especially when she reached up behind her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. She apparently liked it too, because it was a while before she let him go."I think I'll go next door for a while. Will you be okay on your own?""Yeah, I'll be fine." She was honoring the terms of Vicky's grounding to the letter. Not being invited directly by Mary or Will, she was staying away.A few hours later he was back. She'd made dinner, eaten hers, left his to warm in the oven, and was back on the couch staring out the window. Sensing her mood, he brought his dinner and two beers out to the living room and sat beside her on the couch to eat. He ate and she drank quietly. It wasn't until he was finished and they were both working on their third beer that he gave her the news."We're going out for dinner tomorrow.""Oh. Okay. Thank you.""The four of us.""Four?""You, me, Brenda, and Vicky. They'll be spending the weekend here."She was all over him in an instant, knees straddling his thighs, planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, then hugging him close. He hugged back, accepting her actions as normal sisterly gratitude."Rich, you're the best big brother in the whole world."He held onto her until he felt an un-brotherly bulge growing in his pants. She was slowly rocking back and forth while holding him. It was impossible for him to ignore the feel of her hardening nipples and the heat from her groin on his lap. She let go reluctantly when he disengaged and moved her back to the corner of the couch.***It was Friday, late afternoon, and the four of them were trying to decide where to go for dinner.His suggestions, one for a fine Italian restaurant, and one for a cozy little Greek place famous for its squid, were met with enthusiastic cat-calls - "Boo! Hiss!" "Yech! No way!" "Uh Uh. Nope" "Maybe next time."They ended up going someplace he'd only heard about and never been to. It was a kid's pizza parlor, with games, play areas, amusements, an animated animal band, and hordes of kids screaming and laughing and running all over the place. It was not the type of romantic dinner he'd been thinking about. He felt more like a father treating his three kids to a day at the fair. Three kids? Yep. Caitlin was in there with the best of 'em, keeping up with both Brenda and Vicky. At least the pizza was above average, definitely better than he thought it would be.Later that evening, they sat in his living room. Vicky and Caitlin were curled up together in the easy chair sharing a beer (Caitlin talked Richard into letting Vicky have some), and Brenda was curled up in Richard's lap on the couch, sharing some wine. It wasn't long before the two girls went upstairs. Richard thought he'd better tell his, uh, fiancée? what went on with his sister the other night, before she found out some other way.He explained what happened and then, with her prodding, actually let her know about everything he was feeling about it too, the illicit desire he had, the mixed emotions, the conflict between seeing her beautiful body and knowing it was his sister, and knowing he was committed to Brenda. She took it all in with simple nods and uh-huhs, never looking or acting shocked or surprised, and not condemning him in the least.When all the talking was over, they sat there for a few minutes, wrapped in each other's arms."I love you, Richard.""I love you too, Brenda.""It's time for me to go have a serious talk with our sisters. I'll be back down later."She climbed off his lap and trotted up the stairs. He stared at her gorgeous, tight, not-so-little-girl ass as she went.An hour later, nervous as hell, he had to go see what was going on. Opening Caitlin's door, he poked his head through. What he saw made him blush. All three were sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a circle, heads bent together. Brenda was fully clothed and the other two were completely naked. His sister blushed, but made no move to cover herself. Vicky seemed oblivious to her state of dress."Scram. This is girl talk."He shut the door quickly and went back downstairs. It was another half-hour and two glasses of wine later when Brenda came back down stairs. She appropriated his newly-filled wineglass and sat on the couch, leaning against him. His arm automatically reached around to hold her.Several sips of wine later she spoke."Did you know Caitlin's been having nightmares?""She mentioned having them the night she came to my room.""No. She's been having nightmares every night since that scene with Angie's father, except when she was with you or Vicky.""Every night?""Yes. You wouldn't believe how tired she is. Did you know that you're the only person she has left that she feels close to? That can understand her?""What about our mother and father? And our sister?""Do they know anything about what's been happening to her? No. Who's been there for her at night all her life? You have. You took her in, no questions asked when she needed you. You didn't judge her when she told you about Angie. You're not upset with her now because of Vicky. Is there anybody else, except maybe Angie, who could accept what she's done without blame or pity?"It was difficult for him to imagine her speaking about this to anyone, especially their parents, remembering what happened after their sister was raped. It had been ugly."No, I can't think of anyone, especially our relatives. But what about Vicky?""Those two need each other right now, but it's not the same thing. They've known each other for a week. She's known you all her life. You're the only really stable thing she has. If you pushed her away, it would be terrible for her.""What do you think I should do?""Comfort her when she comes to you. Accept what she offers. Don't feel guilty, because she needs your comfort and affection. Don't make her feel guilty about asking for it, either. She knows that I'm yours and you're mine, and she can't get between us unless you let her. I have enough faith in you that you won't let it happen, even though she is a gorgeous lady.""Brenda, you know if something happened, it would change the way things are around here.""You mean they haven't changed a lot in the last week?" She laughed at that, a nice clear little-girl laugh. It lightened the mood and his heart."Aren't you going to be jealous?""Of course. I already am jealous. But think about what it would be like for Vicky and Caitlin if you forced her away from here. I wouldn't want that to happen. Besides, your sister will get better with enough love and attention. And Vicky plans on providing lots of both. But she can't be over here all the time or most nights. That's when your sister will need you.""If that's the way you want it to be, I'll go along with it. I do love my sister, but I love you too, and don't want to hurt either of you. There's no way for me to stop feeling guilty, because I would feel like I'm cheating on you, even if it's only a warm kiss with my sister.""Just as long as you don't let her know you feel guilty about it. She feels bad enough already, even though I told her it would be okay. So, like I said, comfort her when she comes to you and accept what she offers. I've given her limits and she's accepted them.""Do I get to know what they are?""Nope. You'll just have to tell me all about everything that happens, so I know if she steps over the line.""Hey, waitaminit. Is that feeding into your voyeurism?""My what?""Voyeurism. Peeking. What you do to your mom and dad and our sisters.""Could be. I'll never tell. Besides, they both know I'll worm every detail out of you anyway. So they'll both be careful."Finishing off the wine and putting the glass on the table, she turned and straddled his thighs, her crotch on his lap, and began hugging and kissing him, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pantied pussy against the erection forming in his pants.After a few minutes of that attack on his person, he broke off for some air."Mffph. Now what are you after?"A couple of quick kisses later, still rocking on his now-hard cock, she answered."I do have one more teeeeensy little problem I need your help with.""groan Now what?""We-el, it's something only you can help me with, and I think we should be upstairs in bed. Here would be okay too, but it might not be as comfortable.""Let me guess. You're horny as hell and you want me to do you again?" He was smiling a big shit-eating grin as he said that."Not quite. You see, even after going to bed with you all those times, I still seem to be sort-of, well, I guess you could say, maybe, like, uh, a... virgin?"He became serious, looking into her eyes, trying to see the answers he was looking for."Are you ready for this? You know it only ever happens once, so you have to be sure."She became serious, and looked him back in the eye."Richard, you are the man for me, the man I'm gonna marry, the man I love. You are the only person I would ever give this gift to." A big grin stole over her face. "Besides, how else can we really start fucking?"His mouth moved up into a half-smile. "Brenda! Such language for a young lady! I'm... I'm shocked!" A full smile took over. "But I guess if you're really sure, we should go upstairs and, um, fuck.""I'm sure.""All right, let's do this properly. Grab the rest of the wine and a couple of glasses, I'll get some towels and stuff and meet you in my bedroom."Chapter 9Brenda was already there when Richard arrived, stripped and under the covers, the wine and glasses placed on the nightstand."My, aren't we the eager beaver. A body would think you were anxious or something."She just smiled her cute, innocent, little-girl smile at him. "Who, me?"Seeing him put a tube of something on the nightstand, she asked what it was."It's K-Y jelly. It's a lubricant. I think we should use some this first time because you are a virgin and you will be very tight. It might mean less discomfort for you.""Have you ever, uh, done a virgin before?""Once, when I was much younger. It was messy, painful, and very unsatisfying for both of us. I think I've learned a lot since then.""Will it hurt much?""If we do it right, not much, and not for long. You'll feel it, but might not care about the pain.""How do you know, if you've only ever done one before?""Virgins are a rather scarce commodity, usually disappearing between fourteen and eighteen. I normally prefer ladies a little older than that, present company excepted. I learn by reading stories and journals and by listening to guys and girls talking about their first time. Very few of the girls are really happy about how they had their cherries popped. But don't worry. I think this will be memorable, for both of us."During their talk, he had stripped nude, poured two glasses of wine, and climbed into bed. Fluffing up a pillow, he put it behind him and sat up against the headboard. Pulling her up to sit on his lap with her back to his chest, he handed her one of the glasses of wine and took the other for himself."Sip it slowly. Take your time. We've got all night."He began to gently caress her body, her thighs, the tops of her legs, her belly, and finally her chest and breasts. They were small, probably an 'A' cup, but very firm, with puffy quarter-sized aureoles topped with little-girl nipples, which were getting very hard. Very gently he massaged her breasts, touching and toying with her nipples, playing with them with the tips of his fingers. He was also nuzzling her hair and occasionally kissing her neck and shoulders.She smelled wonderful, and the feel of her soft skin was like that of fine silk, sensuous and supple. Her naked bottom and back, pressing against his balls and cock, were having the desired effect as well. He was now quite stiff. The two glasses of wine earlier and the one she was drinking now were doing their job, reducing her apprehension and nervousness. She was still a touch scared, but knew she wanted it and was relaxing now that she knew it would happen. It helped knowing Richard was willing to take his time and make it good for her. His touching and kissing also felt really nice.Getting her to slide down a little and spread her legs out on either side of his, he began to tease her pussy. This had more of an effect on her. Gulping the rest of her wine, she went to grab at his cock. Letting her do this, he put both glasses back on the nightstand. There wasn't much she could do, holding his cock behind her back, but the touch of her hands was nice and cool on his overheated member.Soon he was more serious about playing with her pussy, running his fingers up and down the outside of her cleft, along the edges of her lips, and down the furrow between pussy and thigh. He alternated between toying with her nipples and massaging her breasts with his other hand. Now she let go of his cock and melted back into him, breathing faster, rubbing her own legs and inner thighs to counterpoint his fingers.Delving into her slot, he lubricated one, then two, then three fingers with her fluids. They began to slide up and down inside her cleft, sometimes touching her anus, or sliding over her hole, or brushing against her clit. Each of these brought a fresh gasp from her, making her breathe faster, almost to the point of panting. He could feel little shivers and ripples running over her stomach, down her back, and along her legs.Letting out a long groan of pleasure, she arched her back and twisted around to kiss him hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into her lover's mouth and letting him taste her. Whimpering, she released his mouth and slid a little farther down his lap, arching up her hips and pulling back her knees so her legs pointed out almost sideways to his.Now her hands were rubbing her inner thighs, just outside her pussy lips, occasionally sliding down to fondle her own ass, grabbing and releasing her cheeks. Sweat was beginning to bead up on her lip, her forehead, her chest. He let the tip of one finger slide into her hole, causing her to gasp and whine, speeding up her hands.When he pulled his fingers away from her slot, she whined and whimpered. He made her suck and lick every finger clean before he started again. This time he wasn't going to stop until she climaxed, her first for the night.Her juices were flowing freely. He was startled by how much she produced, considering that she was a thirteen year old virgin. Lubing up the fingers of both hands, he began a slow fuck with the tip of one finger. Placing the middle finger of his other hand into her slot and the adjacent fingers outside on either side, he used them to rub and fondle her lips, clit, and other sensitive spots. It wasn't long before she was gasping for air, rubbing furiously on her inner thighs with both hands, almost touching his hands inside her pussy.She came then, with a long indrawn breath and a shuddering exhalation. There was very little movement, but he could feel her muscles spasming from her neck to her ass, and could see her thighs and calves tensing and releasing as waves of pleasure washed through her body. It looked to be a long, gentle climax, extended by his continued attention to her hole and her clit. Her hands had stopped and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips up higher and giving him better access to (and a really good look at) her whole cunt.After several deep breaths followed by long, whiney exhales, she grabbed his hands to stop his movements. She was done, for now."Did you enjoy that?"gasp, pant "You always do me good. Lots better than I do me.""I'm glad. Just relax and feel good for a while."Leaving his finger inside her hole, he removed his other hand and cupped her pussy with the first one. She sighed and relaxed her legs together a little, letting her arms drop to the bed. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her.Eventually she rolled over and kissed him."Is it time yet?""Nope. You're gonna do me now.""But I want you to come inside me!""Don't worry. Once I get inside that wonderful pussy of yours, I'll fill you so full it'll come out your ears. Besides, if I tried to do it right now, I'd probably squirt before you were half-way done. My balls need to be drained a bit so I don't cum too soon.""Okay, if you say so. But if you don't do it right tonight, I'll be mad!""Chuckle Yes, dear."Brenda laughed at this, hearing him talk like an old married man, like her dad did sometimes when her mom was being bossy.She did a wonderful job on him, using hands, mouth, tongue and lips, teasing him, tickling and playing with his balls, running up and down his member with her tongue, nibbling with her lips, sometimes sucking him right down her throat, bringing him to the edge several times before finally letting him cum. She pulled off at the last second and watched him erupt all over her tits and belly, sucking him back into her mouth to catch the last dribbles, draining him until he groaned in protest.Lying down beside him, she used his finger to play in the little puddles and rivulets of semen on her body, sometimes cleaning it with her mouth, sometimes making him clean it with his tongue. When it got cool enough to be noticed, she wiped herself clean with one of the towels."Nice?""Better than when I do it, that's for certain. You sure you haven't had any practice before me?""Nope. None. I'm just a fast learner.""Well, you're already the best at that I've ever had, and you're still learning? God help me when you get to be really good.""Won't be nobody savin' ya from me, 'cause this thing's all mine!"She gave it a squeeze and a few strokes for good measure, and got a moan of protest from Richard."Is it time yet?""Aren't you impatient. We'll get there. First, let's get things arranged."Standing her up, he put some towels on the bed where she would be lying. Using the K-Y, he greased up his member and put a generous amount on the far corner of one of the towels for later use. After explaining what he was doing to Brenda, she jumped onto the bed, positioning herself carefully on the towels. When Richard when to turn her a little, she resisted, saying it felt right, just where she was. He wasn't about to argue.Lying down beside her, they kissed, and he began playing with her breasts and nipples again. Excited as she was, it wasn't long before she was hot and breathing hard. Moving down a little he sucked and tongued her breasts, pulling them almost entirely into his mouth and playing with the tips of her nipples, swishing them back and forth. Knowing what would be coming made her so hot, she almost came again right there. That mouth moved down her stomach, slowly licking and nibbling its way, through her belly-button and down to her vulva.Repositioning himself between her legs, he pressed her knees up and out, giving himself full access to her innermost parts. She tasted good right now, her juices flowing nicely. He used his tongue to push her fluids all over the inside of her slot, from her anus to the top of her mound. Then he used his tongue to tease and tantalize, running the tip up and down inside her, just missing her clit and her hole. Suddenly he plunged it deep inside her, until the tip of his tongue could just touch her hymen, then wiggled it to tickle her there. This made her jump and gasp. Her hips were now thrusting upwards, trying to get him deeper inside.Pulling out just as quickly, he returned attention to her clit, licking his way there, and then all around it without giving her the satisfaction of touching it. When he figured she was nearing her peak, he scooped up a fingerful of K-Y and touched it to her hole. The sudden chill brought another gasp and a deep, full-body shiver. Her hip-thrusting resumed when he started sliding his finger into her hole, lubricating it with the jelly.When he pulled up to kneel in front of her, she looked up at him."Now? You're gonna do it now?""Yep.""Oh god, yes! Do me! Shove it inside, please! I want it NOW! Come on, bust me open! Come ON! FUCK MEEEEE!"Pulling her knees up beside her chest, she was now completely open to him. Lowering himself to his elbows, he kissed her once, quickly, on the lips. Holding himself on knees and one elbow, he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Just that faint touch sent shivers all through him, and through her. There was no need for any further lubrication, with her juices flowing freely and all the K-Y he used.He was in heaven. Taking deep, almost gasping breaths, he tried to relax a little so he could take his time and do it right. Pushing slowly but steadily, he began to open her up. Her eyes were open wide, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Her entire world was centered upon her hole, where that huge cock was trying to get in. She could feel it pushing, stretching her, moving things around inside. His thing felt monstrous. For a few seconds she thought it would tear her wide open. But she had to have it inside her now, no matter what!Grunting and panting, she wiggled her hips to try and help that thing get inside her. Every tiny move and push filled her up more, stretched her farther, until finally the head popped inside. Both gasped at the same time, her from the sudden filling and stretching sensations, him from the unbelievable tightness and the silky smoothness of her vaginal walls. It was fantastic! He wanted to just pound into her, it felt that good. Breathing deeply, he relaxed again. He waited there for a while, watching her face, waiting for her to get used to the incredible feeling of fullness she had.It was several minutes before she was comfortable again, before the tightness and stretching stopped. It felt huge in there, but didn't hurt. There was an ache, but it was deep inside, the ache of wanting to be completely filled - and she wanted it now! Wiggling her hips and pumping them up and down gave Richard the signal to continue. He pushed in another quarter inch, causing them both to gasp again."Oh, oh, that feels so gooood! You're so huge in there! Ohhhh, yes, put some more in, please! Fill me up!"He was a bit surprised at her vocal display, but not much. He shrugged it off. He certainly wasn't going to stop. What he didn't know was that this was more for their audience's benefit. There were two sets of eyes peering through the doorway, watching intently. Her loud cries when he was just going to start were their signal that it was happening. Following orders, Caitlin had oiled the hinges and handle, tightened all the screws, and practiced opening and closing his door until she could do it with no noise whatsoever. Brenda had positioned herself so the doorway got a three-quarter rear view of their activities, giving them an excellent ring-side seat. Both sets of eyes were wide open, mesmerized by the action in front of them, and both their jaws were open and slack. It was a sight they never believed they'd ever see, the deflowering of a virgin.A little at a time, he pushed in until he touched her hymen, that small flap of tissue that was so important to a young lady. Stopping and letting her get adjusted every time he pushed, she was opening up nicely and really enjoying this."Oh, oh, oh, it feels sooooo gooood in there! No wonder mom does it so much! Ahhhhaiiiiiii, yesssssss!"Still fighting his urge to just ram it home, he pulled out until the head was just inside, then slid in until the head was touching her hymen again, repeating this for a few minutes. He stopped and left his cock resting against her hymen when it looked like she was about to cum, giving her time to come down a bit. It felt so tight and so silky smooth inside he needed to stop and rest too, or he would blow his nut early, spoiling everything. Maybe one blowjob wasn't enough for this.When they both calmed down a little, he gave a sudden lunge, surprising her and bursting through her virginity."Ow! That hurt!""Let me know when you feel better, I'll start moving inside you again. By the way, congratulations. You're not a virgin anymore.""Ooooo, I bet you say that to all the girls. Come on, start moving, I wanna fuck!"Moving slowly and carefully, he pulled back a little then moved forward again, pushing a little deeper each time. He saw the little winces of pain on her face, but each time he stopped, she said "No! Don't you dare stop! It feels too good! Give me more! Fill me up!"He kept at it until he was balls-deep inside her and was bumping up against her cervix with each thrust. He began to lengthen his stroke, concentrating hard on what he was doing, because if he lost his focus, he'd just jam his prick in her a couple of times and blow his wad deep inside. He really, really wanted her to cum first, but the feel of that tight virgin cunt on his cock was so fantastic it was very hard to hold back.She was in heaven. That was what fucking was all about, that feeling of utter fullness, of being filled over and over again, feeling him open her up, feeling his cock moving back and forth in there, bringing out sensations she never knew existed. There was still a little pain, but it was lost under the overwhelming tide of passion.Closing her eyes, she just gave in to the pleasure of having him fucking her, pushing up with her hips to meet his every downstroke."Yes! Fuck me, ohh, fuck me, ohh yes, fuck me, pump me, fill me, ohh, don't ever stop, please, keep going, never stop, ohhh, it feels soooo gooood!" She was panting now, saying something with every second breath, not caring or thinking of her audience, just about getting filled and cumming. It was so close, she could taste it.It was Richard's turn. "Oh god, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum in you! I'll fill you so full! Gohd yes! I'm cumming... cumming..." It was exquisite, that feeling, spurting into that tiny tight little hole just opened up for him. Nothing mattered right then except the feel of his cock slamming home inside that warm wet slippery fuck tube. He could feel his sperm splashing in there, squishing out and around his cock and dribbling down his balls.That little extra, him slamming home and squirting inside, was enough to send her over as well, her orgasm reaching up from deep within and grabbing her whole body. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, starting from her groin and washing through every part of her, ripping out to her fingers and toes then washing back to implode in her center again, re-igniting even stronger with every thrust and twitch of that thing inside her. It was so incredibly powerful, she almost forgot to breathe, just gasping every once in a while between jolts.Only after Richard had completely drained himself, and stopped with his cock buried to the hilt, did she finally come down again. Her vagina kept spasming around his member, causing him to groan and shudder. It was enough to keep her just on the edge, until her body calmed down.When they both were breathing almost normally again, Brenda spoke."Oh. Wow."Richard just smiled, still supporting himself just over top of her body, leaving himself deep inside her. The feel of that incredibly tight pussy was keeping him hard and ready, even after it had drained him dry.Behind him, the door closed silently, Caitlin's practice paying off. Two sets of feet tiptoed down the hall, into her room, and closed the door silently behind them.Caitlin turned to Vicky, eyes still wide, her face a mask of shock and disbelief, whispering, "Oh my god! That was un-be-lievable!" They climbed into bed together, under the covers, whispering excitedly about what they had just witnessed.Richard wrapped Brenda up in one arm and rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him, keeping his still-hard organ buried inside her. He pulled a pillow over for himself, and let his lover get comfortable on top of him, sliding her legs down beside his and resting her head on her arms on top of his chest."That was a little better than my first one.""Richard, this was my one and only, and don't you forget it! Thank you, it was wonderful. Now I know why my mom likes fucking so much. If it's like this all the time, that's all I want to do for the rest of my life.""'Fraid I can't help you on that. I can only do it four or five times a day, maybe. And I need the odd day off.""If that's all I get out of you, then I guess I'll just have to settle for sex for half my life, the morning half and the evening half. I'll sleep and eat in the middle, somewhere.""God, I think I've created a monster. The creature that ate Richard alive! Aaaauuuggggg!""Snicker Yeah, right. Like you wouldn't enjoy it at all, would you. Ooooo this thing inside me feels soooo goooood.""Well, it's there waiting for you if you want to use it.""I'm too tired to fuck anymore tonight. But I do want to try something my mom and dad do every once in a while.""What?""Let's get ready to sleep first and then I'll tell you!""More secrets?""You'll find out soon enough."They got cleaned up, Brenda trotting off to the bathroom, holding a towel to her groin, totally unconcerned that she was still naked. Richard, shaking his head, cleaned himself up as much as possible with a towel, slipped on his boxers, then cleaned up the dribbles and drops of blood on the bed. Most of them had been caught by the towels, with only a few splashes of semen left to wipe up elsewhere.***About ten minutes later they were cleaned up and back in bed, this time with the light out."Now, what's this big secret thing you want us to do.""It's something my parents do once in a while, and mom looks like she absolutely adores it, so I gotta try it too! Richard, I want you to fuck me to sleep. Stick that thing of yours inside me and pump it in and out until either you cum or fall asleep."After Richard's initial objections, saying she'd be too sore, or he'd crush her, or she'd fall off him, or whatever, she explained what she wanted and how to do it.They lay in bed, on their sides, with her back to his front, knees bent, with her 'sitting' in his lap. He rubbed his cock up and down against her slit for a few seconds to get hard (that's all it took!) then greased his cock with K-Y again. Pushing into her pussy from the rear, it felt even tighter than before. She whimpered a bit at the first push, but then started wiggling and thrusting her hips to get him inside. Inch by inch his cock slid in. She was still full of his semen and a little of her blood, and she was once again producing lots of her own juice, so he went in fairly easily. There was a little pain when his cock crossed the remnants of her hymen, but she ignored it. This was just too good to stop. That wonderful stuffed feeling was back, and she never wanted to be empty again. The sensations his cock was sending to his brain were incredible. Each tiny thrust and wiggle of her hips pushed him deeper into that extremely tight just-opened cunt of hers. It was so smooth and silky in there, like no other pussy he'd ever been in. She was hot and wet. He could feel her juices leaking out around his cock, covering her ass and his balls. Finally his penetration was halted, as deep as he could get, with the end of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix."Stop. Just... just hold it in there for now. I like it in me like this, filling me up. It feels huge, but so nice. Hold me now, hug me close. Please Richard. I want to be right here in your arms when I wake up. With your cock in me.""If I can, I will. No guarantees, but I'll try."Sliding one arm under her head and her pillow, he wrapped the other around her torso, placing his hand on her chest between her breasts. She hugged his arm to her possessively, as though she would be holding it for the rest of her life. Even impaled as she was, ass in his lap, she was that much shorter than him that her head nicely fit under his chin."Okay, start moving. Slower... slower... that's it... now deeper... a little deeper... ouch! Not that far back, my hymen still hurts! Okay, keep going... yeah, that feels good... a little slower... yeah, perfect. Just like that. Now just keep pumping 'till you cum or fall asleep."He was stroking about half-way out then all the way back in against her cervix, taking about ten seconds per stroke. He was resisting the urge to just bang away again, this being brought on by the sudden feelings of lust overtaking him, holding her naked teen body to him, his cock telling him that this was the best ever and just go for it.After a while he developed a nice, easy, relaxed pace and rhythm, close to what Brenda wanted, but not quite as long or as deep. He simply clenched his ass to push in, then relaxed to slide out. It was so effortless that way, he thought he really could do it all night. There was an end in sight, though, because the constant stimulation of her twat on his cock was driving him higher. He knew that eventually he could cum just doing that.She was enjoying herself as well, he noticed. With her 'sitting' in his lap, almost the full length of her body was pressed into him. Every once in a while he could feel different muscles in her body twitch and spasm, usually accompanied by a tiny squeak from her, and sometimes followed by her vagina grabbing his cock. The first few times that happened, he stopped and waited for her to let go, but after her impatient bum-wiggling told him to get back to work, he simply pushed through her grip. That invariably brought a long, whining sigh from her.About an hour after they started, he noticed that her muscle spasms and vaginal contractions were getting more frequent. All of a sudden her entire body convulsed once, then seized up, completely rigid, and she grabbed his arm, and his cock, in a death grip. Pushing through her clasping cunt as he was used to doing by then, he simply kept pumping. Her breathing was infrequent and gasping. After about a minute, she relaxed for a second, took a deep breath, then seized up again, throwing her head back against his chest. The third time she did it, he was worried enough that he stopped. She immediately wiggled her bum and squeaked out the words "don't stop", so he started again.Six or seven more times she did that, cumming long and deep, going completely rigid or wriggling very stiffly. Near the end, he was having to hold her tight to him, since she was jerking around enough to possibly pop right off his shaft. With several long breaths she relaxed, and whispered "don't stop" again. Her breathing evened out, becoming slower and deeper, and her grip on his arm loosened. He thought she was falling asleep, until he felt her inner muscles grab his cock. They grabbed, then released, then grabbed, then released, over and over, in time with his thrusts. 'She's milking me, for christ sake!'After all that buildup and watching her cum over and over again, it didn't take long for that familiar sensation to show up. His insides were tightening up, getting ready to fire deep inside her. He wanted it now and, apparently, so did she. He kept up that slow pace until that first jet was on its way, then he jammed his cock as far inside as it would go in one brutal thrust, shooting his seed tight against her cervix, trying to inject it straight into her womb. With each spurt he pulled half-way out then jammed home again, deep inside.Brenda's body tensed up with his first deep thrust, then seized up with the second, locked into another orgasm. Her breathing stopped after one deep gasp, not resuming until he finished pumping every drop of semen into her.When he finally finished, she started breathing again, long, deep lungfulls, catching up with her body's needs. This time when she relaxed, she melted completely, every muscle going limp.His cock was still insider her, but soft and shrunken. Even her tight pussy couldn't keep him hard forever. When he made a move to get up, thinking he should clean up, she clamped down on his arm with one hand, and reached around and grabbed his hip with the other, holding him in place, keeping his limp member inside her. She seemed completely indifferent to the semen leaking out of her pussy, covering her crotch and ass and his thighs and balls, and dripping onto the bed.She relaxed again when Richard did. He thought he heard a muffled and quiet "thank you", but wasn't really sure. She was soon asleep. Richard, tired out by his and her exertions, quickly followed.***I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me? Ouch, no fair, I wasn't looking! I guess I'm going to have to wrap up now. The weekend's over, and I need to return to real work tomorrow. Besides, Brenda's back from her trip and needs some, ah, *personal* attention right now. Me too. Four days alone, writing this kind of stuff, can make a guy pretty horny. Three more months before she's finished high-school, then we can come out of the closet. She lives with me full time now, ever since she turned seventeen. Mary and Will figured that if she's old enough to get married, she's old enough to shack up. Besides, she was spending more time and more nights over here than at home anyway. We've tentatively scheduled the wedding for early August, a year and a half from now. Oh yeah, I own this beach house now, after getting some help from her folks. With my new job, I'll have them paid back and the house free and clear in seven or eight years. It's nice joining into a booming family business. Caitlin moved out a couple of years ago, shacking up with some dumb twit from college. I think he's a jerk and not nearly good enough for my sister, but she likes him so I keep my mouth shut. She's twenty two now and an adult and old enough to make her own decisions. Vicky started dating around that time too, and now has a string of young studs hanging around her parents' place. Five eleven, fifteen years old, built and beautiful, sure of herself, mature and very much sexually active, she attracts them like flies to honey. I think she's gone overboard. She has another semi-permanent lady friend, a seventeen year old rather dowdy looking girl who's moved into Brenda's old room. It's hard on the ego of those jocks, but she keeps them all firmly in line. She can be a real bitch when she's mad. Trust me, I know. Now you know why I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's. Not for any amount of cash. I have the woman of my dreams here and now, ready and willing, and we love each other. So we started a little early. So what. I'm hers for as long as she wants me, and she says that she wants me forever. Brenda's calling. Goodbye and goodnight. END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 68 |
floridaisforlovers.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/82/floridaisforlovers.txt | Iimja slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was laying on his back on the ground. It was warm, which was good because he was naked, but not as hot as home. The sound of waves breaking came from not far away. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw palm trees against a blue sky with puffy white clouds."So far, so good," he thought. "Seems right."This body would take some acclimation, so he proceeded slowly. He moved and flexed each limb. They were definitely bigger than he was used to. He turned his head from side to side. "So this was Florida." There were old pictures but no one had been there for centuries.Carefully sitting up and then standing, he took cautious steps. The bulk of this body would take some care for a while. He felt something unusual at his crotch. A long flaccid penis and big hanging testicles slapped against his thighs. "Now THAT'S different!" he thought, "What would it feel like erect?" Well, that's what he was here to find out.This man was from about 800 years in the future. His specialty was early human sexuality and this was a brand new research project. Other scientists and engineers had developed a form of time travel and his use was one of the first applications. Although unable to send matter itself back through time, they could send information to create a kind of avatar using local matter in whatever shape they desired, and then link it with his consciousness for animation while his actual body lay in a special container in his real time. He would feel as if he was in the other time and his experiences and memories would be transferred to his physical mind automatically.With global climate change came significant changes in human society. The short version was that much landmass was now underwater, including most of Florida. Food sources changed dramatically, supporting only one fifth the number of people. Reproduction rates dropped dramatically so most births were clinical, not natural. Genitals atrophied and bodies got smaller for greater heat shedding efficiency and lower nutritional demands.People now lived much longer since a "personality" could be transferred to a new cloned host body as needed by age or illness. Iimja (pronounced "Eye-m-ja") was over three hundred years old, but his current body was about 50.Most people enjoyed a bit of sex whenever their host body was in adolescence but it was considered more of a diversion and form of play than a serious activity. Iimja had discovered some ancient disks in a library collection more than a hundred years earlier and figured out how to decode and view them. He was fascinated to discover that they were something called "pornography". Understanding American English from the 1970s was a challenge, but he liked challenges, and developed an ear for it. They showed big hairy people with amazing breasts and genitals making a "big fucking deal" out of sex. They were after each other all the time in these documentaries. Watching how seriously they took copulation stirred some ancient desires in him and he avidly searched for more.As he pored over his research material, Iimja noticed that his thin four inch penis became erect quite often. That hadn't happened since his last adolescence. "Hmmm, am I tapping into some primitive programming?" he thought.He developed a list of sexual practices questions. Why was there so much oral-genital contact? How did anal sex fit into reproduction? Why did men ejaculate on women's faces, breasts, or pubic hair instead of in the vagina? What was the purpose of same-sex activity? Why did people urinate on each other? And more. Finally getting permission to use the new time travel tool, he decided to visit something called a "hippie commune" where sex was, according to the historical records, indulged in frequently with a variety of partners. Thta should allow gathering a lot of data in a short time. Working with the engineers, he modeled his remote body after a male figure in many of the disks named "John Holmes". The face was changed to a unique but handsome one.As he approached the motley collection of buildings that was the commune, he was relieved to see that some people were nude, like himself, and some were dressed, and everything in between. Colorful garments were popular, like in the videos. As he wandered into the central area, an older woman with large sagging bare breasts approached him with a smile. "Hello stranger. You looking for us? What's your name and where are you from?" Iimja smiled back and tried to talk the dialect. He nodded a response to the first question and awkwardly, with his new mouth, said, "Name Eye-m-ja. Far away." She couldn't place the accent.The woman reached out and gave him a big hug, pressing breasts like he'd never felt before against his bare chest. The big schlong started to fill, pressing against the belly of the woman. She stepped back and laughed, "Well welcome. I'm Mother May and I guess you like me too. That's a pretty impressive tool. You will be popular here. Are you hungry?"Iimja nodded so she took his hand and led him to the kitchen. That distraction let him take control of his new pecker and deflate it. Unlike regular humans, he had a high degree of control over all his bodily functions and could override the autonomic processes as needed. That would be very useful later.The vegetable soup was much better than any he had ever tasted before. May explained that they were vegetarians also using dairy and eggs. They raised as much of their own food as possible which explained the extensive gardens he had walked through and real chickens running about. They were being tended by folks of all ages. May kept glancing at his crotch where the 15cm flesh tube lay flaccid. He filled it enough to lengthen by 5cm and get thicker and saw May's nipples harden and project. He hoped that was a sign of arousal and that she would have sex with him later. After the meal May took him to meet other residents. Iimja had a photographic memory and later amazed people with his recall. He was taken to the garden and when he shook his head when asked about agricultural experience, he was left with Rebecca, May's oldest daughter. She was a lithe redhead with ample breasts and a furry red bush at her crotch. She was working naked like many others in the warm climate. He observed quite a range of ages and body types that afternoon. He was surprised how satisfying manual labor could be.When he had to urinate he held his cock and asked Rebecca, "Where?" She took him to a small grove of trees and pointed his penis in the right direction with her hand. She then squatted down and emptied her own bladder, not the least bit shy about a basic bodily function.When the worktime was done, all the folks went to the community shower and helped each other get clean. Iimja noticed that his penis got washed by women many more times than other men. It felt good but he kept it flaccid. It was nice to rub soap suds on Rebecca's body. Her nipples got hard too.He was introduced at dinner to the rest of the commune "family". The vegetable lasagna was a new experience and very satisfying. Rebecca took him for a tour of the commune after dinner. An older barn served as the common area with kitchen, dining facilities, large group shower, and unisex toilets. Mother May lived in a simple one room cabin which boasted a toilet and sink behind a colorful cloth screen. The rest of the residents slept in a motley and haphazard collection of homemade shacks, tents, and old campers of various sorts. The mild climate didn't require much for shelter. He was amazed at how well they functioned with almost no technology.Then they took a walk to the beach. He had never seen the ocean before and was fascinated even wading in the surf. He couldn't swim so that was enough.Rebecca sat him on a log and knelt down between his legs. "You are sleeping with my mother tonight but I want to give you a welcoming present right now." Her hands went to his penis, or "cock" as it was often referred to in the videos, and began stroking it. That felt good it and began growing on its own reflexes. He just enjoyed the sensations. When it reached its full glory of 33cm for the first time, Rebecca was in awe. She'd known many cocks, but nothing like this. She leaned over and began kissing and sucking it the best she could. The sensations Iimja felt were the most sexually intense of his life. The adolescent copulations in his past were nothing like this. Remembering the videos of similar situations, he groaned appreciatively at her efforts and, after a reasonable length of time, ejaculated. It hit Rebecca in the face before she clamped her lips over the head to capture the rest."OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed after swallowing a mouthful, "You must not have cum for a long time!" He nodded. It was a first for this body and the pleasure in his groin was memorable too. She washed her face in the ocean and took him back to the compound.Of course he would spend the first night with Mother May and her consort Reverent Bill. They always welcomed new arrivals in an intimate way. She led Iimja to the big mat in the sleeping area of their cabin. Sized for groups, the three of them fit on it easily. He now saw May naked and she too had a mass of curly hair in her crotch. Fleshy lips protruded and opened like gates of welcome when she lay on her back and spread her legs. His erection was at full size with the thoughts of what was about to happen. She looked at Iimja and said, "I've birthed three children but I'm not sure I can handle that right away. I want Bill to fuck me first to loosen me up for you."That was fine with Iimja. He'd never seen live sex and would memorize what he was supposed to do. Bill's erection was about half the size of his own and slipped into May easily after their foreplay. He could see and smell May's arousal from this and understood better why it was done. Before long Bill's buns tightened and he groaned as he ejaculated. When he pulled out Iimja could see that May's pussy was swollen and wet. He moved closer and she reached for the head to guide him in. "Go slow. I'll pull you in as I get opened up." She put her hands on his hips and made him move in and out, ever deeper until he was three-quarters buried inside. He'd hit bottom. It was an absolutely exquisite feeling to have the warm, wet, silky sheath holding even that much of him. Bill was laying beside them, fondling her breasts. May was moaning continuously as he moved gently in and out, occasionally shuddering with a climax. Finally she begged, "Shoot inside me. Give me your seed!"Iimja had a quick thought that there were not seed, or sperm, because he didn't want to disrupt history, but made no comment. He just released his prostate and flooded her vagina and womb with semen. She shrieked and shuddered with a huge orgasm when feeling the strong surge of hot cream fill her. He was amazed at the intense pleasure that he felt as his cock pulsed.They lay quietly together. May said, "I've had a lot of men shoot in me but I never felt it like that. You are amazing." Iimja just nodded and noticed that Bill was licking his cock clean now that it had softened and fallen out of May. May rode his cock in the morning before they left the cabin. He liked that position because he could play with the bouncing boobs so unlike the women of his time.Iimja never got a place of his own because there was always a waiting list of women who wanted to offer bed and more. With just over twenty mature females in the family, there was some grumbling about the wait to host him. Mother May pulled rank and would have at least one afternoon session with him each week.The second night he spent with Rebecca who shared a shack with her younger sister. The sister was already noisily coupling with a man as Iimja began sex with his hostess. Rebecca guided him to eat her pussy to get it open and wet for his big tool. She started on top and was able to take a little more than half, which was plenty "fulfilling". Discovering that he didn't know how to kiss, she moved slowly on the big rod as she taught him that oral skill too. He really liked her. She was pretty and related to him quite well. After multiple climaxes, Rebecca began to tire. Her sister had finished with and dismissed her man, and was laying beside them watching. "Rebecca, can I have a turn?", she pleaded. "Only if you save his cum for me."Iimja spoke up, "I have plenty for both of you. Just tell me when you want it." The sisters looked at each other is amazement. Guys usually had little control over their ejaculations, often to the girl's disappointment.Miriam carefully climbed on, aided by a semen lubricated pussy. She took a little more of the length than Rebecca, but that didn't matter a bit. She rode for a while as her lover got acquainted with her bouncing breasts. Testing his claim, she asked, "OK, shoot in me now." He did and she came big time.Rebecca got back on that still fully hard cock and rode to her own cum load and climax. Iimja slept with a woman on each side, a hand from each on the tubular treasure they had found.Rebecca was still his garden supervisor so, after the experience that night, she would find excuses to walk him to a secluded location and enjoy his cock, and knew she wasn't detracting from his partner that night. She found that she was gradually able to take all of his length, although that did lessen the pleasure from her other partners a bit.His mastery of ancient English grew rapidly. During the copulations with women of many ages, sizes, and shapes, he would question them about their experiences, feelings, and thoughts about sex. At this time in history, conventional culture promoted a covenant called marriage where a man and a woman pledged to be lifelong partners. This was supposed to encourage sexual monogamy, known paternity, and support of offspring. This was widely ignored, and especially so in the commune, as he discovered in his research. Married women in this group averaged more regular and occasional male sex partners than the single ones. There were two pregnant women, one married and one not. Neither could say for certain that they knew whose sperm had fertilized them and they didn't really care. They enjoyed his penetrations just as much as any other woman had.He also sat on the beach or around a campfire with the men, drinking homebrew beer and wine, initiating discussions about how they felt about sex. At first envious of his endowment, they discovered that he was modest about it and their women were happy. The married men tended to have sex more with single women, perhaps subconsciously not wanting to intrude on another man's "territory" even though all espoused the belief that your genitals were "yours" to use as you wished. Privately, quite a few said that they felt they had to "reclaim" their spouse after she was inseminated by another. Probably some sperm competition just in case she was fertile. Unlike women, their capacity for intercourse wasn't unlimited. Some of the wives could keep their husbands so well drained in this way with their carnal activities that they wouldn't have the energy to screw another woman.After he had coupled with all the interested women in the commune, he asked to stay with Rebecca. Miriam was thrilled, hoping to get some of his attention from the proximity. May finally agreed but on the condition that once a month he make himself available on her big mat to whoever wanted him. He was delighted.He was delighted to see Rebecca coupling with other partners, often when he was nearby with the ever ready Miriam. He carefully observed Rebecca's reactions to the things they did to her and watched what she did to them. When they finished he liked to replay the session from his detailed memory with his body in place of the previous man. He also loved the feeling of a pussy freshly inseminated, a very erotic kind of lubricant.With his bodily control, you can imagine what an event the monthly "fuck-in" was. The men would stop by to watch, simply amazed that any man, let alone a giant cocked one, could stay hard for hours, wearing out and cumming in one woman after another. Of course they were welcome to screw any interested woman who was waiting her turn with the star attraction. Many women preferred being loosened up at bit before taking that big shaft.As the time drew near for the termination of the research visit, Iimja got depressed. He loved this rather primitive life. The vigorous exercise from garden and sex had him more toned than ever in his 300 years. He was having unbelievable pleasure with lots of loving people. He was falling in love with Rebecca. He didn't want to go back.But he must. So one day he announced that he had to take a journey from which he might never return. There were many tears and lots of loving goodbyes. He walked naked into the woods to the place he had arrived, lay on his back looking at the sky, and felt his consciousness flowing away to the future. When it had gone, his temporary body began disintegrating into the molecules it had formed from.The scientists were ecstatic at how well their device had worked. Iimja spent the next 50 years recording and analyzing his experiences. Another sex researcher, a woman, read some of his early reports and journeyed to meet him. She stayed a long time, fascinated by his stories and asking for demonstrations. She was 80 calendar years older than him and had lots of adolescent sex but nothing like he was describing. His own, modern body could do little of what he had experienced. He became angry. She was frustrated.Together they created a project. His pilot research suggested some obvious follow up studies, so soon enough Iimja felt himself waking up looking at the Florida sky only a week, local time, after he left. Next to him was forming the porn star inspired body of Yssup, his fellow researcher. They had a thirty year mission planned and he could hardly wait to show her what these bodies could do. END |
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dirtysecrets04.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/82/dirtysecrets04.txt | PERIOD FOUR:Sebastian Sewell was out the door and off the campus of Westchester High the moment Third Period let out for lunch at 11:50. Many of the students fled the school grounds for lunch, particularly the seniors, like Sebastian, who often turned lunch into a 2-hour break. Sebastian planned to blow off Fourth Period, his Home Economics class, which was non-essential for graduation. It was such a nice warm day, Sebastian figured he'd put on his swimsuit and head over to the community pool for awhile, then go home and lunch up on some pizza. The laughter and screeches of pint-sized divers filled the air as Sebastian entered the Westchester Community Pool. He wandered along the deck, scanning the lawn chairs for Gretchen or Melanie, two classmates who would often spend their lunches at the pool, but alas, it was nothing today but a sea of moms and little kids. But then he spotted his neighbor Mrs. Donna Elmore. Mrs. Elmore was Sebastian's teacher during his junior year, instructing him in Introductory Business accounting and such. She should've been in school today, because as far as he knew, she was still teaching at the high school. Damn, Sebastian thought to himself as he watched Mrs. Elmore apply sunscreen to her freckled arms, Mrs. Elmore looks really hot in a bikini. Because she always wore loose-fitting tops and skirts in the classroom, Sebastian hadn't realized how incredibly big and juicy Mrs. Elmore's boobs were. "I guess it's okay for the teachers to play hooky, right, Mrs. Elmore?" Mrs. Elmore looked up, shading her eyes from the sun's glare. "Sebastian! How are you?" She seemed genuinely pleased to see her former student. All of those tense times last year when she'd chastise him for cutting class had apparently been forgiven and forgotten. And that made sense, because now they were simply neighbors, not teacher-and-student. Both Sebastian's and Donna Elmore's families had lived in the same subdivision (Westchester Gardens) since it opened, meaning Sebastian had never known another place as home. "I'm fine, Mrs. Elmore," Sebastian responded. He grinned mischievously. "But you still haven't explained your absence from the high school today, young lady."Donna smiled, a hand still shielding her aquamarine eyes from the high noon sun. "Well, well, well how the tables have turned. If you must know, my daycare had a measles outbreak, so I had to watch the kids today." She pointed to the kiddie pool and her two blond sons, ages 4 and 5, splashing around."Oh, okay, then," Sebastian acknowledged with mock absolution. He sat down on the deck chair next to his former teacher. "Hey, would you mind?" Mrs. Elmore handed Sebastian the container of sunblock and turned her back toward him. "I can't reach well enough to cover it all.""Sure, I'd love to."Sebastian squirted some of the lotion into both hands, rubbed them together and massaged the creme into his teacher's shoulders, then down her back, all the way to her narrow waist. Her skin was soft and warm from the sun and it was quite a sensual experience all on its own, even as Sebastian's thoughts turned very, very naughty. "Mmmmmm," coo'd Mrs. Elmore. "Your hands feel good." She shifted around and then lay face down on the deck chair, her muscular derriere barely hidden by the brevity of her bikini bottoms. Sebastian moved his chair around to get better access, and then moved it again. Finally, he got up and straddled his teacher, standing with a leg on either side of her chair. He reached down and kept applying and rubbing the lotion onto her back. Mrs. Elmore finally turned her head and smiled. "That's a lot of lotion, Sebastian." Then, she quickly added, "But I'm not asking you to stop." And what should've taken about 30 seconds turned into a sensual massage of nearly 20 minutes, as Sebastian worked the lotion all around his neighbor's back. At Mrs. Elmore's suggestion (to "get a more even tan"), she eventually coaxed her former student to unhook her bikini top. And every time the lotion evaporated or absorbed into her skin, Mrs. Elmore would giggle and say, "Oh, more, please!" Sebastian kept it coming, and was soon seated on the back of Mrs. Elmore's thighs with no objection from her at all. He was also making his massaging circles wider and wider, tickling Mrs. Elmore's armpits and brushing the sides of her magnificent boobs. Again, there was nary an admonition from his married neighbor. Indeed, she was now rhythmically flexing her nether cheeks, appearing as if she were rubbing her mound against the chair beneath her. The two laughed and joked as this now-not-very-innocent "favor" consumed nearly a half-hour. By now, Mrs. Elmore was squirming and gyrating her hips as Sebastian clandestinely dry-humped the deep cleft of her robust rump. Aside from the fact that this lotioning task was taking such a long time and was getting more and more racy as each minute passed, no one else at the pool seemed to take much notice of what they were doing. However, Mrs. Elmore finally whispered, "I think I better get the kids back to the house and get them lunched. It's almost their nap time."Sebastian ceased his massage, not sure what might come next. He reached down and re-fastened Mrs. Elmore's bikini top, then moved back to his chair."Thanks, Hon." Mrs. Elmore rotated around, and her big boobs were again safely secure in their hammock. She adjusted the straps and smiled. "That was a really nice application of sunblock. Best I ever had." At that point, her boys Bobby and Tommy appeared at her side, ready to go back home for fish sticks and apple juice. Mrs. Elmore suggested that Sebastian come back home with them for lunch, too.As they walked up the street to the Elmore residence, Donna explained to her sons that Sebastian was a friend from school. She made lunch and the four of them watched cartoons while they scarfed down their meal. Sebastian liked Mrs. Elmore's kids and played some games with them after lunch, until Mrs. Elmore announced that it was nap time."Awwwwwwww...." the boys pouted in unison. "We wanna keep playing with Sebastian!" said Bobby. "Yeah!" Tommy echoed. "Now, now," Mrs. Elmore scolded as she ushered her little boys to their shared bedroom, "I know that at daycare, you always take a nap after lunch." The boys reluctantly crawled into their beds and Donna Elmore tucked them in. "Since it's only fair, Mommy is also going to take a nap now." She looked toward the boy's bedroom doorway where Sebastian now stood. A slight but devious smile crossed her lips. "And I think Mommy's friend wants to take a nap, too. Right, Sebastian?" Sebastian nodded. Soon, he was following Mrs. Elmore across the hallway to the Master Bedroom. After they entered, she turned around, unhooked her bikini top again, and allowed it to fall to the carpet. Her aureoles were dark and rubbled, and they tickled Sebastian's chest as the two embraced. "My husband is an asshole," Mrs. Elmore suddenly declared. "He and I made those two adorable boys and then I wanted a girl, but he went off and got a vasectomy without telling me. Fucking bastard. He thinks he can just do whatever he wants. Well, so can I." Mrs. Elmore pressed her lips to Sebastian's and they kissed passionately. Then she whispered in his ear, "How about you and I make a beautiful baby girl together? Would you like that?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed Sebastian back onto the bed and pulled his swim trunks off. His cock sprang free, fully loaded and ready to go. Mrs. Elmore stripped off her bikini bottoms, crawled up to where he lay, and swiftly squatted on his eager erection. Both of them sighed with intense satisfaction as she slowly slid all the way down onto him. Then Sebastian's former teacher shifted into high gear and rode him like a bronco, bouncing up and down as if she were a cowgirl at the Last Rodeo. Sebastian returned the fervor, thrusting his hips upward, withdrawing and then plunging deep inside again and again. Neither spoke; only their pleasured moans and the creaking springs of the old king-sized bed gave sound to the bedroom. Soon, Mrs. Elmore climaxed, squealing and pulling at the few curls of hair on Sebastian's chest. Sebastian wanted to last a long time, but he soon felt himself getting close to unloading into his teacher. Then KNOCKING at the locked bedroom door, along with little Bobby's voice: "Mommy! Mommy! What's wrong?"The two lovers immediately ceased pumping away, both just a hair's breadth away from cumming. Several wisps of Mrs. Elmore's fine blonde hair clung to her perspiring forehead as she exhaled a breath of frustration. "Nothing's wrong, Honey!" she called out toward the door as the secured doorknob rattled and danced. "You can't come in. Mommy and her friend are taking a nap." "Mommy, no you're not!" Bobby countered. "You're wrestling like you do with Daddy, aren't you?"Mrs. Elmore turned to Sebastian lying beneath her, wiggling her hips to give them both some continued stimulation. She shrugged and winked. "Mommy and her friend aren't wrestling. We're just playing Twister.""I wanna play!" Now it was Tommy, too, on the other side of the door. "Let Bobby and me play!" "Go back to your room, you two!" Mrs. Elmore commanded. "It's still nap time."Small feet padded away from the door and it was again silent in the hallway. Mrs. Elmore smiled and kissed Sebastian on the lips. "Let's play some more Twister." They resumed their lovemaking, quickly building back up to the intensity they'd achieved before kiddie interuptus. They were so absorbed in their simultaneous pleasures that they didn't hear the click, as Tommy, the boy genius, used a bent paperclip to spring the lock mechanism on the doorknob. He quietly pushed the door open and both boys' heads peaked around to witness their naked mother bouncing on top of her friend Sebastian. "Ohhh, my lord, Sebastian! I'm cumming!," Mrs. Elmore cried out in joy as she rolled onto her back and Sebastian took over, really hammering the entire length of his cock deep into her hot slippery babyhole. "I'm gonna cum!" Sebastian managed to call out, just as he felt his balls explode and he blasted his fertile seed, pump after pump, deep within the walls of her waiting womb. "Uhhhhhh....""Yes! Put a little baby girl inside me!" Mrs. Elmore's eyes were clenched in intense pleasure, her lips slightly parted in a fey smile as her voice was soon reduced to one long "oooooooo..." as she climaxed again while Sebastian finished unloading several huge jets of potent babyjuice into her. And, standing just inside the bedroom door, Bobby and Tommy stared, faces flushed and jaws agape. Because Mrs. Elmore and Sebastian soon fell into a loving embrace, and were so absorbed in their afterglow, the tykes eventually were able to sneak back out of the bedroom without being caught. The next morning, both Sebastian and Mrs. Elmore couldn't resist playing hooky again. He arrived at the Elmore residence at 7:30 am, but hung back and waited on the sidewalk, pretending to talk on his cell phone. As soon as he saw Mr. Elmore leave for work, the teenager let himself inside the house. And there in the foyer was Mrs. Elmore, wearing nothing but a nearly transparent black negligee and a tiny matching thong. She licked her lips seductively."The boys are still asleep," she purred as the two embraced. "Wanna make a baby with me?" "Yeah," Sebastian smiled. Mrs. Elmore led her teenaged stud into the living room and mounted the couch, draping herself over one of the arms and raising up her rear end as an invitation. Sebastian undressed quickly and moved behind her, slipping off her thong and sliding his cock back where it belonged. "Christ, that's so good," Mrs. Elmore moaned as Sebastian fucked her like a dog, slamming it deep inside her moist yearning twat. They fucked and fucked, and Mrs. Elmore nearly toppled off the couch from Sebastian's powerful thrusts."Oh, god, I'm cumming! Put your seed in me, Sweetheart.""It's babytime!" Sebastian groaned as he let loose with the day's first fertilization, pumping his hot stuff into Mrs. Elmore's wanting womb. They collapsed spent onto the couch, soon finding themselves in each other's arms.And, of course, both Bobby and Tommy were witnesses to it all. They'd roamed into the living room, still in their pajamas, and watched silently as Sebastian impregnated their mommy. * * *So, after pulling her thong back on, Mrs. Elmore and Sebastian sat down with her boys to let them know what was going on. "What you saw was a very, very good thing," Mrs. Elmore explained in a tender, sweet voice. "Mommy and her friend are making a baby sister for you two." "What about Daddy?" Bobby pouted."Don't tell your Daddy," Sebastian admonished. "It's a big, big surprise and we always keep big, big surprises a secret, don't we?" "Can we watch you do it some more?" Sebastian shook his head, but smiled. "No, Sport. Your Mommy and I need our privacy when we make your baby sister. And it might take us all morning, so I hope you two behave while we're in your Mommy's bedroom." He looked at Mrs. Elmore and blew her a kiss. Her gumdrop nipples visibly hardened with renewed excitement, and she stood up from the couch, taking her stud by the hand. She coaxed him toward the stairs leading to the Master Bedroom. "So do you understand?"Bobby nodded. "Thanks for making me and Tommy a baby sister, Sebastian. Daddy said he wouldn't. You're way nicer than he is." And then he scampered off with his brother to play with all the new toys Sebastian and Mrs. Elmore bought for the boys yesterday afternoon. "Let's not disappoint your sons," Sebastian smiled as he followed Mrs. Elmore once again into the Master Bedroom. END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 82 |
bigblack.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/bigblack.txt | My wife is a big fan of Elton John. So when she heard that he would be giving a concert here in our town, she was over the moon. She bought two tickets for the standing arena, the closest to the stage and the most expensive ones, three months before the actual concert. She bought a new dress a very nice body-hugging, curves-enhancing black tube-dress for the event and a pair of patented leather pumps to match. Early that day, she went to the parlor to spruce herself a bit. She looked so excited and tingly, just like she was on the day we got married ten-years ago. We even arrived at the indoor stadium where the concert was being held full three hours before the start to secure standing space closest to the ring. Although there was some beer and cocktails being sold inside, I also sneaked in a bottle of vodka, that my wife absolutely loves. There were already about 200 early birds like us and many were drinking freely. We too had our share of alcohol four gin and tonics for wife and lots of beer for me.We were not feeling any pain, especially my wife who was a bit tipsy and already stammering through her sentences. Anyway it was all in good fun. But the fun for my wife and for some other die-hard Elton John fans stopped immediately when just 30 minutes before the concert, the organizers announced that Elton John had food poisoning and would not be able to perform at all, even though he had been polite enough to announce that he would make an appearance half-way through the concert to apologize personally. There was a murmur of dissent, some angry fans started hurling bottles and shoes and stones at the stage...but then they announced that they had arranged for a boy-band to perform instead. That was not good enough and although my angry wife wanted to storm out, the promise of Elton John making an appearance calmed her down and we decided to stay on, holding on to our precious standing space next to the empty stage.A wave of rowdy crowd, latecomers, then started pushing all early birds around, and soon we found ourselves pushed to the extreme left corner of the stage drunken as both of us were. My wife drowned her sorrow by gulping almost a quarter of the vodka down her throat straight from the bottle. I was amused and was only wondering at what would be her state when the alcohol reached her brain. Anyway, by the time the boy-band appeared on the stage, my wife had consumed more than half the vodka even though I abstained because at least one of us had to be in his senses when it was time to go home.So there we were my wife absolutely drunken, mumbling incoherently like a homeless drunkard and I, half-drunk and full horny with all the rubbing of my crotch by my wife's sexy ass, wrapped in a tight dress. The boy-band turned out to be Boy-zone and soon people had forgotten Elton John's absence. They belted out some nice songs and got everyone to sway and tap their feet. There was constant pushing and shoving from all three sides of us and I was finding it hard to stick to my wife who was immediately in front of me. Things were not easy as there was no solid support in front of us. Like they usually do, they had separated the stage and the crown (that's is us) by a rope and with each push from behind, we were pulled against the rope. Fortunately for the organizers the poles holding the ropes were strong and didn't give way otherwise there would have been cacophony everywhere. There were guards standing with their backs to the stage, keeping a lookout for any trespassers. One of these guards, a burly black man with massive shoulders and tree-trunk thick solid thighs was positioned right in front of us. He was short, just about my wife's height but he was so thick that he looked like carved from a big fat tree. He had been standing slightly off, but I realized that each time the crowds pushed us from behind, he would move towards us and soon he was directly in front of my wife. I was glad that he was there to save her in case the rope crashed. But I soon realized that his intention was farther from saving my wife. The way he behaved, he was there to take advantage of my wife with each push as the front of his body grinded on to the front of my wife's body.I was already horny, and the thought that a burly black ugly bouncer was grinding in my wife's crotch only send shivers of pleasure down my cock, which was at full mast. My wife, 30 minutes into the concert was completely gone. She was standing there only because I had clasped her body to mine. Otherwise she was swaying to and fro and her head hung limply to one side. To have some more fun with her, I started pushing her more frequently, without any push from behind. And once I pushed her I would keep her body locked with that of the bouncer. My eyes were (intentionally) glued to the boy-band singers (they looked very pretty, I realized). It was absolutely dark, as the spotlights focused on the singers and I couldn't see the ground if I wanted to because of the number of people. So imagine my shock when my hand accidentally dropped down and encountered a big-sized hand jammed in the front of my wife's crotch. It was the guard-cum-bouncer. His black hand was jammed inside my wife's panty and the fingers were moving in and out.He must have been doing this finger fucking of my wife's pussy for sometime because his hand was dripping wet from my wife's pussy juice till the knuckles.Being a good faithful loving husband, I should have pulled his black hand and fat fingers out of my wife's lovely hairy cunt... but I was only thinking from my spongy, purple cock head so I thought let him enjoy just a few more minutes. The poor black man was anyway so sincerely doing his job. Then I concentrated on the movements of my wife's body under the manipulation of the black bouncer. There was a soft hum to his movements as he slowly finger fucked her moist intimate hole. When I felt a jerking motion convulsing my wife, I ducked my hand down from behind and was further shocked to find that my wife's lovely lacy panties were missing. He had possibly yanked them off her completely. I know THEN I should have definitely stopped him but my horny cock told me to let him enjoy a little bit more. Soon the hum of my wife's body moving to and fro returned. Her slinky black dress had ridden up and short as it was, I realized her rounded big ass was visible to anyone who cared to see down. I should have pulled the dress down but the friction of her smooth ass-cheeks had hardened my cock beyond any redemption and I had no choice but to pull my seven-inch long and five-inch thick uncut aching cock from the confines of my trousers. I thought while the black bouncer was finger fucking her, I could simply fuck her from behind and release my boiling sperm inside her hot moist pussy. Holding her with one hand, I maneuvered my cock between her ass cheeks and pushed it between the ass crack. Lubed generously with my copious pre-cum, it slithered its way between her legs like a well oiled-snake. But there it got stuck by something rough and hairy. I probed with hand and realized I was holding two oval objects with some hairy, tingly rough spiked hair-like things. Oh jinkies, I realized in that moment of truth that those big round thingies were the black bouncer's hairy black balls and they were blocking my cock's way to my own wife's pussy entrance because, his black cock had beaten me to it. The burly black bouncer's fat black-panther was already inside my wife's wet sloppy cunt.I know, I should have immediately hauled his big black cock out of my wife's pussy but just then my eyes met his smoldering, blood-shot black eyes, and he looked at me pleadingly. His mouth moved slowly but I understood him clearly. He was saying, "Whether you like or not, loser, I am gonna breed your trash wife right here, right now," or something to that effect. Just as I found my real place in life, as a cuckold meant to let other real black men enjoy my wife's hairy pussy with their smelly, bigger, superior black cocks, I felt his big black balls squirm and tingle in anticipation. Then I felt the underside of his wrist-thick cock spasm and jerk uncontrollably as its veins rushed his black potent baby-making man-juice from the balls to his piss slit to be deposited in my wife's fertile pussy. My sensitive, spongy cock head felt the earth-shattering orgasm experienced by my wife's fucker.And he gave up all pretence of being a bouncer and collapsed on my wife; planting his thick, black Negro lips on her lovely soft pink lips... I turned sideways to see his purple tongue snake its way inside my wife's mouth. My won cock was hit by his black heavy cock as it plopped out of my wife's pussy after it released every single drop of his sperm. I simply inserted my cock in her loose pussy flooded with his still hot cum. It was enough to send my own cock in a tizzy and it shot string after string of thin cum just at the pussy's entrance.The bouncer got off and immediately moved away. Within minutes he was back with another guard, grinning maliciously and pointing at my wife. He even pulled her dress up to show his friend the mess he had made and then left with a wink. The second bouncer was as thin and tall and the first one was stout and short. But he didn't hesitate a minute before plunging his long thin fingers inside the sopping hot oven of my wife's sloppy pussy. He pulled his cum-covered hand out and sniffed it...his wide nose flaring even wider like a bull sniffing the behind of a cow in heat. As he was repeating the process his hand touched mine.He grinned and pulled my hand through my wife's wet thighs and placed it on his big lumpy crotch. He wanted me to make him hard and who was I to deny him this pleasure. I zipped him down and fished for his cock. It took me about two minutes to pull it out; it was so meaty and long. It was soft but already difficult to hold in one hand. I peeled his foreskin down and rubbed his spongy cock head, feeling every movement, every jerk as it grew, and grew, and grew. Once it was rock hard, I could see the cock's glistening head reaching the other side of my wife's body. I was dying to go down on my knees to gobble it in my watering mouth but that would mean my wife would fall down so I couldn't. So I did the next best thing possible slowly I rubbed his cock up and down my wife's sloppy pussy slit and then I placed his angry hot cock right at the entrance of her pussy and put my hands behind his lanky ass. Then I pulled him with such great strength that he went super deep inside my wife's pussy canal. He bumped into something inside possibly the entrance to my wife's womb and still there was an inch or two of black cock-meat outside. I would have helped him fuck my wife, but he was too irritated by my slow manipulations and brushing my hands aside, he took matters in his own hand. He clasped his bony hands tightly on my wife's waist and started a steady fucking even in the midst of all the noise, singing and cheering. And just as the night sky lit up with fireworks as Elton John made an appearance, the second black bouncer planted one last stroke and held my wife tightly as his whole body rocked with his own orgasm and my wife received her third coat of sperm within an hour from three different men. I was horrified when my wife opened her eyes suddenly as she heard Elton John's baritone. I was super quick as I pulled the black bouncer's cock out of her puffed up pussy and pushed him away. He also moved back as he saw my wife was now awake. My wife, half startled, felt her pussy and removed a huge amount of sperm in her hand mostly released by the last black man, she scooped it up in her palm and licked it all right as the amused black bouncer watched. She swallowed her hand and scooped some more to lick it dry too. Then she turned around and said sleepily, "Fuck Elton John, but I loved every moment of the fucking you gave me tonight." Then as quickly as she had awakened, she slumped in her drunken state again, a pearly white gob of the black bouncer's sperm still dangling at the edge of her mouth. The black bouncer smiled, and whispered in my ears, "Shall I get one more black cock for your wife? I have seen that he has a 14-inch long and 8-inch thick cock...she and you will love it." My cock sprang up again leaking pre-cum and all my lust-induced mind could do was to nod my head in consent.END |
seniorclass.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/51/seniorclass.txt | My first night in a hotel! It would probably have been more exciting if it weren't such a flea bag. Well, at least it seemed to be clean. It was just very old and threadbare. I was excited anyway. It was Senior Class Trip, an annual event at my high school. There were thirty of us, including our chaperones. We had traveled by car from our small town in Vermont to Washington D.C.We had traveled in a convoy of three cars and two vans, each driven by one of the chaperones. I hadn't counted heads but there seemed to be about as many girls as boys in the group. I was the youngest, having just turned sixteen. I had skipped the second and fourth grades and would have skipped more if my parents hadn't put a stop to it, thankfully. It is hard being two or three years younger than everyone around you when you are a teenager. The hotel had not been the first disappointment. I had expected to have my friend Theresa for a roommate, but she had come down with the flu just before we were to leave. So my roommate was Jo. She was a very intimidating, very pretty, very sexy blonde. We knew each other, but we didn't hang out together, or have much in common. Jo was almost eighteen and she seemed so mature. I was really intimidated by her. But she and I had been in the same car on the trip down here and we had gotten along well. I guess we had. I sat quietly in the back seat and enjoyed the joking and gossiping and she had been nice enough and tried to include me in the conversation. I am very shy, but I appreciated what she was doing.And she didn't seem to mind being assigned to a room with me. I know I am not who she would have picked as a roommate. She was nice about it, though and as we unpacked and put our things away she continued to try to draw me out. She probably thought I was an idiot. I listened to my responses to her questions and comments and I thought I was an idiot! But she treated me like an equal, even though it must have been obvious that I was in awe of her.We had stopped to eat our evening meal an hour before we got to town. For the rest of the evening we were free, as long as we didn't leave the hotel. Oh yeah, and no girls in the guys rooms, or vice versa.Jo and I got comfortable, t-shirts and loose cotton shorts, and stretched out on our beds. We tried to find something to watch on the funky old TV in the room, but nothing caught our eye so Jo turned it off and we talked.She asked me if I was dating anyone. That is kind of a sore subject for me. My parents told me that when I was sixteen I could start dating. I had turned sixteen last month, but all the guys in my dating pool were seventeen or eighteen. My parents wouldn't let me go out with them! That meant that if I wanted to go out with someone I would have to date a guy from the sophomore or junior classes. So I was a sixteen year old virgin who had never been on a date. To make matters worse, it seemed like all of my friends and acquaintances were sexually active, and they were enjoying it very much. Jo seemed sympathetic when I told her my dilemma. I knew she was dating Ken, the hottest looking guy in the senior class! I told her I thought she was so lucky.Jo said, "Yeah, about that. Ken is more than my boyfriend.""Oh my god," I exclaimed. "You guys are secretly married!" She laughed at what she must have thought was my naïve response. "No silly! We are too young to be married! But we have a...listen, can you keep a secret?""That's a good one," I said with a grin. "I hardly ever talk to anybody! Yes, I promise not to tell anyone your secret."I noticed that Jo seemed uncharacteristically nervous, I figured that this must be something big. "Ken isn't my boyfriend," Jo said. "He is my Master."She saw the blank look on my face and laughed. "Are you okay?" she asked, still laughing at the look on my face."I know it's weird," Jo said. "But I have been his sex slave since half way through our junior year. We started out just dating. After a while, though, we started playing Master-slave games. It was just playing at first. We aren't playing anymore. It is the best thing that ever happened to me. I used to be a real bitch. I thought I was better than everyone else. Ken put me in my place and then he took me to other places, exciting places. It was scary. Sometimes it was more than scary. It was also very educational.""I am sorry to shake up your world like this," she said. I guess my face said it all. "Listen Jen, I had to tell you because we are going to be here for a week and you are going to see things. You are going to see me serve my Master. There is no way to avoid it. I suppose you are still a virgin. I bet you have never seen a naked guy, have you."I have a very vivid imagination and my heart was beating at about twice my normal heart rate as I pictured Jo as a sex slave following Ken's orders."I'm sorry kid, but you are probably going to get an education this week. I have to do anything and everything Ken tells me to do." She sat up on the side of her bed facing my bed. She pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts and I was shocked to see the tiny silver bars in her nipples! "Holy shit," I exclaimed. I sat up quickly and sat on the edge of my bed. It was a small room and the twin beds were very close together. Our knees were almost touching as I looked at her decorated nipples. "Did it hurt?" I asked stupidly."Of course it hurt, silly! But Ken ordered me to have it done. It wasn't much worse than having my ears pierced. Now I am always aware of my nipples, the sensations are wonderful. Every time I feel my nipples being stimulated by my top I am reminded that Ken owns me. I am excited all the time!"Jo finally dropped her t-shirt back down over her breasts. Her beautiful breasts, I might add. They were just another reason for me to be jealous of her."I know this will be hard for you to take kid. Ken will probably come to our room every evening. Sometimes he will bring another guy, or other guys, with him. He likes to make me have sex with his friends while he watches. It turns him on. He likes to embarrass me. Humiliate me, by showing me off and making me do things that most girls wouldn't do.""Why don't you leave him?" I asked incredulously. "Because I love it, silly!" she exclaimed. "If he were to tell me that I could not be his slave any longer it would kill me. Every time he makes me do something, even the smallest thing, it turns me on. When he makes me do something really bad... I can't begin to tell you how hot that makes me.""What do I do when he comes to our room?" I asked. "I don't know," Jo said. "I guess you could go to someone else's room for a while, or go to the lobby for a while. When Ken is with me I have no free will, I do whatever I am told. What you do will be between you and Ken. I'm sorry Jen. I know that is a lot to lay on you. You probably had a more normal senior class trip planned."I giggled and said, "Well, actually, I was hoping for a little excitement, since I never have any at home! I never met a sex slave before. Why do you like it so much? Do you ever get to do what you want?""That's the weird part. I get to do exciting things that, if they were honest with themselves a lot of girls would like to do, but can't. Because they are the things that we are all raised to believe that young ladies don't do, or allow to be done to them. I can do those things, and I can do them without my conscience bothering me because I don't have a choice. I have been ordered to do them.""What things?" I asked, and we both giggled at the way my voice broke when I spoke."Do you really want to know?" I nodded enthusiastically."Do you think you can hear about it without hating me?""Jo! I like you. Fuck! I am in awe of you; you must have been able to see that.""Well," Jo said, "I don't know about awe. I suppose you look up to me because I am older and have more experience. I would be sad if you started looking down at me."I promise Jo, I won't. I am really curious."Jo sighed and said, "Okay, you asked for it.""We started out just dating like everyone else. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and I have always liked sex. I wouldn't say I was easy, but... well, hell, that isn't true. I guess I am kind of easy!"We both laughed at that."Our first date was a movie in Burlington. We stopped on the way home and parked by the river. We made out for a while and he had me naked in no time. It was a chilly evening and we didn't want to get out of the car, and his car was too small to fuck in, so I sucked him off and he got me off with his fingers. He tried to eat my pussy but we couldn't do it in his little car. He was very strong and masterful and I loved the way he took charge. Besides, he has a beautiful cock. Wait until you see it!""You were right before," I said. "When you said that you thought that I had never seen a naked guy, I haven't."She smiled and said, "I have probably seen half the guys in our class naked. And they have seen me."I shivered as a ripple of sexual excitement seemed to travel up my spine at that image."After that first date he started making me do things. The first thing he did was order me to stop wearing a bra. A couple of days later he made me stop wearing panties. Oh, and on our second date we went to his house. His parents were out, although it wouldn't have mattered. We went to his room and I undressed for him, nice and slow and sensual, while he took pictures. He has thousands of pictures of me getting naked and having sex with him or his friends. Then he ate my pussy and we fucked. And he was the best lover I ever had. I was really hooked then. I found out later why he is such a good fuck. But that comes later in my story."Jo and I were still sitting on the edge our beds, our knees almost touching. I saw her glance down and grin widely. I looked down to see what she was grinning about but I didn't see anything amiss. "What?" I asked. "What's so funny?""Look at the crotch of your shorts," she said, still with that conspiratorial grin on her pretty face.I looked down and spread my legs and I was embarrassed to see that I had soaked through my panties and my cotton shorts. I was so turned on by her story that my pussy was leaking like never before. I clapped my hands over my crotch. I could feel how red my face was. "Oh god, Jo," I exclaimed. "I am so embarrassed. I'm sorry!""No silly, that's good! Hell, look at me." Jo spread her legs and I saw that she was just as excited telling her story as I was listening to it.I tried not to think about the implications of my reaction to her story. I wasn't ready to go there.Jo returned to her story. "After that we sucked and fucked almost every day. And I loved it! Then he started making me do other things. Sometimes we would be out in the town square, just sitting on a bench talking and he would make me spread my legs so that someone walking by could see my pussy. And people did walk by. And they did see my pussy. And I had never been so excited in my life! I would sit on the bench with Ken's arm around me and my skirt up to only and inch or two below my pussy and my knees six or eight inches apart. And we would be looking at each other and acting like we didn't notice that I was exposed or that there were people going by. And not just guys. He made me flash women and couples and even that new town cop!""Oh my god," I whispered."Then, during midterm exams week, we would go to Jack's house after we finished our exams. We usually got out around one or two in the afternoon and a bunch of us would meet in Jack's garage. His dad had a pool table and a poker table there and we would hang around and try to figure out whether or not we passed the tests." "A lot of times I was the only girl there. Sometimes there were a dozen guys and me. But except for the dirty jokes they were always telling there was nothing sexual going on. But one day I was there playing pool with some of the guys and the rest of them were having a good time watching me bend over to make a shot. They couldn't see my ass or anything, but they were joking about it." "That day there were only a few other guys there. I was playing against Tom Purdy and Ken, Jack, Chris, and Larry were sitting around watching. I wasn't doing so well and Tom was gloating about how he was going to humiliate me. You know, just kidding around.""Ken spoke up and told Tom that he bet that I could beat him. Well that was not even a remote possibility and Tom asked him how much he was willing to bet.""Ken thought about it a minute and said, 'How about a blowjob?'""When he said that I shivered, I realized that Ken had something planned. He was taking our Master-slave relationship to a new level. And I instantly knew that I was as excited about it as he was.""Tom asked him, 'From you?'""Ken laughed and said, 'You wish! I always suspected I was your type, Tom. No stupid, from Jo.'""Tom looked at me and I just stood there looking back and forth between them. I guess that the fact that I had not said anything, and had not taken my pool cue to Ken's head told Tom that he might just end up with a blowjob.""Tom got a huge, evil grin on his face and said, 'You got yourself a bet!'""Ken got up before Tom could take his next shot and walked over behind where I was standing by the pool table. I was wearing a fairly modest dress. I can't wear Ken's favorite outfits to school. He took my stick out of my hand and ordered me to give him my dress. I swear to god I had an orgasm when he said that!""So, right there in front of Ken and his four pals I reached around and unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. Since Ken doesn't let me wear underwear, and he doesn't even let me own pantyhose, I was just wearing some thigh highs and my shoes. Nobody said a word for a long time, but I could feel all five guys staring at me. God it made me so fucking hot!""It was a pretty good strategy. Tom had a real hard time concentrating after that. He missed his next two shots and the other guys were kidding him. But I am a shitty pool player, and I had just as much trouble concentrating as Tom. All I could think about was that I was naked in front of five guys. And that I was going to suck one of them off in a few minutes. And you know what? I wanted to. I never doubted for a minute that Ken would still love me afterwards either. I knew him too well by then.""It didn't take long. Although it seemed like a long time to me, standing there naked. Finally Tom sank the eight ball and looked at ken. I suppose he thought Ken would try to back out of his bet now. I think he was surprised when Ken told him to get comfortable and get ready for the best blowjob he had ever had.""I wasn't the least insulted either. I was proud that he thought that I gave the best blowjobs. I was also proud that he was proud of me. And I was so excited that my thighs were soaked!""Tom dropped his pants and sat down in one of the old padded chairs that lined one wall of the garage. I looked at Ken and he nodded. So I walked over to Tom and knelt down and gave him one of the best blowjobs I ever gave, partly because I was so turned on, but mostly because I didn't want to let Ken down.""Tom came pretty fast and I swallowed it all down, because Ken always wanted me to swallow cum. He hated girls that didn't swallow. While I was sucking him I was staring into Ken's eyes and I saw that he loved me. I was in fucking heaven!""After I finished sucking off Tom, I moved over to Ken, still on my knees and I begged him to fuck me. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life and I needed a cock in me so bad!""Ken smiled at me and said, 'That turned you on, cunt?' I said, 'Fuck yes!'"He just said, 'Let's see how horny you can get then.'""Then he asked the other three guys if they would like one of my blowjobs!""Even a virgin has to know that guys don't turn down blowjobs, especially horny teenage guys. I ended up sucking all four of them. Finally Ken made me lay on the dirty old sofa and he fucked me in front of them. I actually passed out I came so much. Jesus Jen! I know you must think I'm a... well, a whore or something. But it was so fucking hot!""I got dressed after that and we went to Ken's house, walked right through his living room and said hi to his parents and his brother and his sister, and he took me to his room and we fucked and sucked until almost ten o'clock. We only quit then because I had to be home! He had made me call my mom while he was fucking me and tell her that I was eating supper at his house and I would be home before my curfew. I was talking to my fucking mom while he was fucking me! How sick is that?!""That was when I found out that his mother was his father's slave. And so was Ken's sister. Since then, whenever I am at Ken's house I often have to fuck his father or his little brother, or both. God, his father is hung like a fucking horse! Ken learned how to be so good at sex from his father and mother.""After that it wasn't uncommon for Ken to make me stay naked around his friends. Sometimes I would have sex with them and sometimes they went home with blue balls and we fucked like rabbits after using them for foreplay.""We are engaged now. We are going to get married after high school. He is going to Middlebury College next year and since it is only forty-five minutes from town, we are going to live in his house. Jen, you can't imagine how exciting it is. I thank god every day for my wonderful Master. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him. So you are probably going to be exposed to, well, I don't know. There is no telling what you will be exposed to. Can I assume from your soaked crotch and the way you are trying to discretely rub yourself that you aren't too offended?"I laughed, even though I was embarrassed. I had thought I was being discrete and that she wasn't watching my hands. But I was all but panting now and I must surely be the horniest virgin on the planet right then.Jo asked me, "So tell me Jen, what is your opinion of me now?""I am still in awe of you, Jo," I said, honestly. "I am shocked, but there is no hiding that I found your recent history extremely exciting. I certainly don't look down on you. I envy you! You have the best possible relationship with the guy you adore. What could be hotter than that?"We talked for a little longer, but we had gotten comfortable and turned out the light and we were talking quietly in the dark. I did not think it possible for me to get to sleep this night and I was hoping that Jo would hurry up and go to sleep so that I could go into the bathroom and masturbate. I could still hear my heart beating loudly in my chest.It was almost ten o'clock when there was a knock on the door. I assumed it was one of the chaperones doing bed check, they had said that they would. But when I opened the door I saw Ken. I gasped and turned red when I saw who it was. He saw my reaction and laughed quietly."I guess Jo has been telling tales," he said. Then he gently but forcefully pushed into the room. I quickly closed the door behind him and stood with my back against it. Jo sat up and turned on the light on the table between the beds. She smiled up at Ken and said, "I had to tell her something Master. She is a sixteen year old virgin. I don't want her to have a heart attack.""No shit?" Ken turned to me and asked, "You're an honest to god virgin?"I couldn't get any more red. I nodded. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I was looking down at the floor wishing I could sit down before my shaking legs gave out and I fell down. But I didn't know where to sit. I was afraid to get back on my bed and be that close to them. I thought about going into the bathroom and staying there until he left, but he called me over to him. I hesitated, but I felt helpless. I slowly went and stood beside where he sat on Jo's bed. I looked at Jo and saw the look of amusement on her face. I suddenly remembered that all I was wearing was a thin t-shirt and a pair of panties. I was afraid to look down and see how exposed I was. I could only hope that the t-shirt covered me.Ken looked me up and down and said, "You're a cute little thing. How'd you stay a virgin this long?"I shrugged and then suggested honestly, "Too much parental supervision?"He laughed and then looked around the room and said, "I don't see any parents here now."I just stuttered, "But... but, um... I... Oh god!"Ken said, "I think you are just like Jo, aren't you? You need a guy to tell you what to do, don't you?"I looked at Ken and then at Jo and I thought about how hot I had gotten when she told me her story. I suddenly realized that he was probably right! But I didn't want Jo mad at me for messing around with her boyfriend. Oops, I mean her master.While all this was running through my head I suddenly felt Ken's hand on my thigh. I just about jumped right out of my skin, but except for the sudden gasp I didn't make a sound. He slowly moved his hand up the inside of my thigh and under my breath I said, "Oh Christ!"Jo giggled and I looked at her. "Jo?" I asked, "I don't want to make you mad at me!"The heat on my thigh from Ken's hand was incredible. I had never been touched there before and I was having trouble breathing.Jo said, "Don't be silly! I don't get jealous of my Master. He can fuck anyone he wants. I have seen him fuck his mother and his sister and some of the girls from our class. It makes me hot!"Just then his fingers came into contact with the crotch of my panties. I nearly fell to the floor. "I think she likes it," Ken said. "Her panties are dripping wet." I groaned in embarrassment and closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations coming from my pussy. I should have been scared or outraged or...I don't know. I should have been doing anything but standing there and letting a guy I hardly knew rub my pussy in front of his girlfriend!I heard Jo get out of bed on the other side and walk around and stand behind me. She brushed my hair aside and kissed me on the back of my neck. I hadn't expected that, but I liked it!Then I felt her lifting my t-shirt up and I lifted my arms without hesitation so that she could lift it off over my head. They both commented on how beautiful my breasts were and their words were like touches, each one making me even hotter. I felt Jo's soft hand on my right breast, caressing my swollen flesh and teasing it. Pinching and then pulling gently on my nipple, inches from her boyfriend's face. I felt a sudden shock course through my body when Ken leaned forward and took my other nipple into his mouth and gently sucked and nibbled at it. I couldn't take it any more, my legs collapsed and the only thing that kept me from falling to the floor was Ken's strong hand between my legs.Ken chuckled and Jo said, damn she is hot, isn't she? Look at her. Beautiful! And I told her almost everything. That was how her panties got so wet. Together they laid me gently on my bed and Jo stretched out beside me and moved her fingers over me, tenderly caressing my body as Ken watched. But Ken wasn't idle. Jo leaned forward and kissed me on the lips as Ken slowly pulled my panties down. I was more shocked at Jo's passionate kiss than the fact that I was now naked in front of Ken. Until I realized, "OH MY GOD, I AM NAKED IN FRONT OF BOY!"Jo kept kissing me, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. And Ken was kissing me too. Only he was kissing my feet, and my legs, slowly, kissing and licking. All the way up, working his way to my soaking wet pussy. Talk about sensory overload! The next few minutes were just a haze. I lay there kissing my new best friend passionately and enjoying the touch of her well educated fingers on my breasts while her boyfriend drove me crazy with his tongue. And when I finally, for the first time, felt a hot, wet tongue on my pussy I exploded. If Jo had not been kissing me I would undoubtedly have had people knocking on our door when I screamed out my pleasure. I knew it was going to be good. I never imagined it would be like this! I came and I came and I came until I couldn't stand it any longer. From the moment Ken had entered our room I had been putty in his, no, in their hands. They happily spent the next several hours molding me. I loved everything they did. Ken took my virginity, with Jo's loving assistance. I learned how to eat pussy, and I loved it!I learned how to suck cock. Jo loved to suck cock and she was a very good teacher. It would be a while before I was as good as she, but I was off to a good start. She told me all about cum before I did it, and while I was doing it. She told me about the taste and the feel of it. She told me how exciting it was to have it on me, or in me, the more the better. She explained that different guys tasted differently. Some cum was bitter, some bleachy, some mild and almost pleasant. She told me how lucky I was to start with Ken because his cum was delicious. I was startled when he first came in my mouth, but I didn't pull away. I held it in my mouth until he was finished and then I held it in my mouth and savored the taste of my first mouthful of cum. After I swallowed Jo took me in her arms and kissed me, exploring my mouth with her tongue to taste her boyfriend's cum.Sometime between one and two in the morning Ken went back to his room. Jo and I cuddled in her bed, mine was a mess. "See," she said. "You loved it, didn't you?""God yes," I whispered. "That was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me, and probably that ever will.""No," Jo said. "There is a lot more. You belong to Ken now too. At least until he finds you a Master."I shuddered at that. Not in fear, not dread. It was so fucking exciting to hear her say that I am now the possession of a boy!""But Jo," I asked. "Doesn't it bother you when he is doing things to me? How can you not be jealous?""Did I seem upset, silly?" she said. I couldn't see her in the dark, but I heard the affection in her voice. "Sex is sex. Sex is fun and exciting. We can't help it, it's in our DNA. A lot of people have love without sex. You read about them all the time in Dear Abby. And a lot of people have sex without love. It's fantastic when you have them both. That's what Ken and I have. But it is also fantastic when it is just plain, down and dirty sex. You don't have to worry about hurting me. I know that Ken loves me. I love him and seeing him with you was one of those memories we will share, and cherish for the rest of our lives. I am sure you have heard all kinds of horror stories from girls about how they lost their cherry. You have got to admit, you do not have a horror story. You loved it, didn't you?"I didn't say anything, instead I kissed her. "You loved it all, didn't you? You are just like me," Jo said. "The first time Ken made me have sex with a girl I thought I was going to freak. Until I was actually doing it and found out how much I liked it. You didn't freak at all, you loved it right from the beginning. And not many girls get to have an orgasm when they lose their cherry. How many times did you cum tonight, about a hundred?!"I giggled at that, and answered jokingly, "I lost track after seventy-five.""Tomorrow it will be the three of us, tomorrow and until you find a Master. You will have to do what Ken tells you to do. Okay?""Yes," I whispered, shuddering in excitement at the very idea of it."That means tomorrow you wear a dress or a skirt and blouse, and no underwear. I will give you a pair of my hose. You might as well throw away your pantyhose first thing in the morning."I felt her hand creep down to my pussy and she rubbed it gently and said, "This little pussy must always be available to Ken, or anyone else that he decides to allow to use it."As she said that her finger moved over my clit and I had one last orgasm for the evening. She whispered in my ear that in the morning we would take a shower together and she would help me trim my pubic hair the way Ken liked it.I could easily picture Jo's pussy in my mind. It has spent a long time in my mouth this evening. She had a small arrow shaped pubic patch, pointing right at her pussy.It took me forever to get to sleep that night. When our phone rang at six AM I was startled out of a deep sleep, full of the most erotic images. I really hated to wake up. I felt Jo's arms around me and knew that it had not been a dream. I answered the phone and it was my English teacher, Mrs. Carson, one of the chaperones. She had been driving the car that Jo and I had been riding in on the trip down here. We all liked her a lot, she was real nice."Come on sleepy head, get up! We have a city to see. Breakfast downstairs in half an hour."I managed to mumble that we would be there. Then I sat up and turned to Jo. She was smiling at me and she looked so sleepy, and so pretty. I suddenly blurted out, "I wish I could be pretty like you."She got the strangest look on her face and said, "What?! You're kidding, right? I have always thought that you were the prettiest girl in the class, and you don't even need make up like most of the rest of us. How sad it is that you don't know it!""Do you mean that?" I asked, honestly astounded."Jesus yes, you're beautiful. You have that pretty, innocent look. Guys love that, it drives them crazy. And that dark red hair doesn't suck either. How do you get your hair so thick and shiny? I would kill for your hair.""Well," I said with a big smile. "Last night you said you were going to take off some of my hair. I tell you what; you can keep whatever you cut off." She reached out to slap my ass and I darted away. "Come on, we only have half an hour to get ready."I ran to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. Then I peed and while I was brushing my teeth Jo came in and used the toilet. When she was done she put the lid down and made me sit back down on a towel. She pushed my legs apart and quickly trimmed my pubic patch, which was already closely trimmed, into an arrow like hers, pointing right at my pussy. The water finally got hot and we grabbed our soaps and shampoos and we climbed into the shower together. We giggled like girls as we soaped each other up and then she used her razor to trim my arrow and had me do the same to hers. When I had tidied her up down there I kissed her pussy and then I stood up and we shampooed each other's hair and finally rinsed off and toweled dry as quickly as we could. It was getting late. I had packed mostly dresses. I thought that seemed appropriate for touring our national city. But they were all quite conservative. They all reached down to, or below my knees. When I had put on my shortest one, Jo just shook her head and said, "Don't worry, we'll work on it tonight."We got to the hotel restaurant downstairs about five minutes late, but all we were having was cereal and juice so it wasn't a problem. We approached the table where Ken and two of his friends were sitting waiting for breakfast. There was an empty chair on each side of Ken and Jo and I each took one of them. I realized as we sat down that Jo had fucked both of Ken's friends. And I probably would too before we left this town!Just thinking about it made my pussy get wet. I was starting to wish I had on underwear. I had never gone without before and it felt kind of nice, it felt free. But if I was going to keep getting wet like this it was going to be a problem.Ken said good morning and I noticed the way his two friends, Tom and Larry, were looking at me. It suddenly occurred to me that he must have told them about what we did last night and I felt myself turn bright red. But I smiled at everyone and returned their greetings. Ken looked at me and said, "Show me your arrow."I looked around, nobody at the other tables seemed to be paying attention to us, but both Larry and Tom would be able to see my pussy when I pulled my skirt up. Still, with my heart beating so loudly I was sure they could hear it, I reached down and pulled my skirt up until my pubic hair was uncovered. I watched Ken look down and smile, I was too embarrassed to look at Tom or Larry. I held my skirt up for a minute, until Ken nodded. Then, trying to look calm and worldly, I slowly pulled it back down. I quickly glanced around to make sure that nobody was looking, and looked right into Mrs. Carson's eyes! "Oh my god," I thought. "She saw that!" But I guess she didn't. She just smiled at me and looked away.Except for my little display, breakfast went well. We all talked about normal things. The sights we were looking forward to, things we had seen on the trip. This wasn't my normal circle of friends. My circle of friends was pretty much just Theresa. But we were getting along great and everyone was being so nice to me. There was certainly no doubt that Jo liked me!After breakfast we were given time to go to our rooms and get our stuff and get ready. The tour bus that the school had hired would pick us up at the side door in fifteen minutes.I thought it would take that long for everyone to get up and down from our rooms on the tenth and eleventh floors using those two creaky old elevators, but everyone made it. The five of us from breakfast sat together in the rear seat of the bus. The seating arrangement was Ken on one end, then Jill, Larry, me and Tom on the other end. As soon as the bus was moving I had Tom's hand on one thigh and Larry's on the other. I looked over and saw Ken and Jill smiling at me, so I just let it happen. It was fortunate that the rides between sights were not that long. The idea of screaming my way through orgasm after orgasm on the bus ride was not all that far fetched. I had several, thankfully quiet, orgasms as we rode around town that day. Many times I had two fingers in my pussy as the two boys sawed discretely in and out of me. I had realized, in time thankfully, that my pussy was flooding and I lifted my skirt up in back so that it didn't get soaked. I could see that I was going to have to start carrying a towel around.Our first day was mostly a tour of the major monuments. At each one we would get off the bus and the guide would lead us to the monument and tell us all kinds of little stories about the person being memorialized or the making of the monument. It was very interesting. And at each stop Mrs. Carson was standing by the bus door making sure everyone got off the bus. And each time she looked me right in the eye and I could never look at her without blushing. I don't know what she knew, but she knew something! It suddenly occurred to me that nobody had come around last night for bed check. One of the rules was that one of the chaperones was to go to every room every night and make sure that all of us were in our rooms. They had to actually see us and check out our rooms. It was a good thing that they forgot us last night!I noticed that the five of us were almost always together, and always in the back of the group. One, and sometimes both of the guys had their hands on me almost all the time. It wasn't even unusual to feel a hand on my ass, and on more than one occasion, right there in public, one of them would lift up the back of my dress and the other would grab my ass. They didn't even look around to see if anyone was looking. And unfortunately, more often than not, someone, or a lot of someones, was! But I never said a word. In fact, I had never been so aroused. The constant touching and the constant exposure were keeping me on the edge all day. I was ready to jump somebody!The most embarrassing part was that I was absolutely positive that Mrs. Carson knew what was going on. Well, maybe not absolutely positive, pretty sure?I tried to ignore Larry and Tom and take some good pictures and listen to the tour guide. But I think the only thing that Tom and Larry saw all day was my ass! We had lunch at a large cafeteria and this time it was the five of us and Mrs. Carson at our table. I thought that would give me a chance to eat in peace. I guess I am pretty naïve. Still, it was a shock when Mrs. Carson sat down and handed Ken $20 and said, "You won! I have to hand it to you son, I never thought you could get her cherry in one night! You are good!"Ken smiled at her and said, "Thanks mom." Ken Carson! Of course! How could I not know that! Oh crap, my English teacher now knows that I am a sex slave for her son and his friends. She reached over and caressed my cheek and said, "Calm down darling, enjoy yourself. I know how exciting it is, I envy you."Well, that was nice of her to say, but I was still in so much shock that I couldn't talk.By the time we had seen all the monuments on the schedule for today everyone was exhausted, and it was too late to get back to the hotel in time for supper. So we had the bus drop us off at the hotel and we went off to look for somewhere to eat. There were a few places nearby, but not suitable for thirty people. After one of the chaperones talked to a cop we ended up giving up and going back to the hotel and ordering out. A lot of the kids were worn out and just wanted to go to sleep. I had two large appetites!The six of us, Jo and I and the three boys and Mrs. Carson got in one elevator car and we went up to her room on the 10th floor. As soon as we got inside we decided to order three pizzas. Larry made the call and Mrs. Carson walked up and put her arms around me and said, "It has been a hot sweaty day. We need a shower." Then she started undressing me.I felt everyone's eyes on me as my dress was removed. And it felt good. I felt sexy. My ass and my pussy and my tits had been exposed and played with all damn day and I was horny as hell. Mrs. Carson led me into the bathroom and we took a quick shower. We dried off and went back out into the room naked.She stretched out on the bed and put her hand down by her pussy and wiggled her finger. The rest of the group cycled through the shower one at a time while those not showering watched me pleasure my English teacher with my mouth. Whenever someone entered or left the room they walked past me and their hands caressed my ass or my pussy. It was like the whole world revolved around me. I loved it.Mrs. Carson had several orgasms by the time there was a knock at the door. Ken opened it and let the pizza guy in. I heard him say "Holy shit!" when he spotted us on the bed. I heard someone pay him for the pizza but before he could leave Mrs. Carson called out to him. "Excuse me young man, did he give you a tip?" she asked.There was a pause, he didn't even know! His attention had been elsewhere. Finally he answered, "Yes ma'am.""How much was it?" she asked, still laying there on the bed with her pussy in my mouth."He gave me five dollars, ma'am.""Oh, that isn't enough. Jen, get over there and give that young man a decent tip right this instant!"I got up and walked over to the young man, I knew what I was supposed to do. I dropped to my knees and unfastened his pants and pulled them down. Then, right there in front of everyone, I took his hard cock into my mouth and sucked it down. The poor guy came almost instantly, grabbing my head and groaning after only a few strokes of my lips and tongue. That didn't seem fair, so I held him in my mouth, after swallowing his cum, and once he had relaxed a little I sucked him off again. I felt like such a slut, it was wonderful!I felt everyone watching and they made it even better.As soon as he left one of the guys got some drinks out of the refrigerator and we sat down to eat the pizza, all of us in the nude.As soon as we were full I was ready to go to bed. It had been a long hard day. But first I had to take care of Larry and Tom. They had had a long hard day too. And I don't think they saw a single monument!I knelt between Larry's legs and sucked him down as much as possible. I was surprised at how big his cock is, he is such a skinny kid! While I was doing that I felt Tom behind me and, finally, relief! I needed a cock so bad right then. Now I had two! This was great, although I must admit that as soon as I felt Tom in my pussy I had trouble concentrating on Larry's nice cock. That is probably why he was finally able to get it all the way down my throat when I wasn't paying attention. Jo and Mrs. Carson cheered for me when my lips circled the base of Larry's cock. I was startled and it hurt at first, but by the time he came in my mouth I had pretty much gotten used to it. When they had both cum in me I went into the bathroom and cleaned up a little. I went back out and Mrs. Carson called me over and had me sit on the bed. I was really tired and wanted to sleep, but thankfully she just had a couple questions. She asked if I was using birth control and I had to tell her that I wasn't. Then she asked about my last period. Fortunately it had ended only days before we left on the trip, so I was reasonably safe. She told me that she would see to it that I got some birth control pills when we got home. I thanked her and she pulled me down and kissed me goodnight, with just a hint of tongue of course. Then Jo picked up my dress, stockings, shoes, purse and camera and with Ken on one arm and Jo on the other I was led, naked, all the way down the hall to my room. They had, of course, dressed before leaving the room. There were at least a dozen people from my class in rooms on this floor, and probably fifty strangers. This night I got lucky. All of the people who saw me walking casually down the call in the nude were strangers.We went into our room and Ken and Jo quickly undressed. I was already there, of course. I hoped that they would leave me out of it tonight, I was exhausted. I almost got my wish. But before I went to bed, Ken wanted to see if I could take his cock down like I had for Larry. I got on my knees in front of him and I tried. I really wanted to do it. But for some reason I couldn't get it to go into my throat, probably because it was much thicker than Larry's. Just as I was about to give up though, Jo came up behind me and as I was stroking back down on her Master's cock she pushed on the back of my head and before I knew what was going on I had my lips circling the base of Ken's large cock. He liked it too. He groaned and swore out loud, "God damn baby, this cunt is pretty good! Not as good as you, but she definitely has potential!" I felt pretty proud as he pulled out and went to bed with Jo.I curled up in my bed and went to sleep with the sound of their lovemaking in my ears. Man! I had some wild dreams that night!The dreams were hot, but I slept like a log until the phone rang the next morning. I awoke with Jo spooning me from behind. She woke up too and as I answered the phone she was kissing my shoulders and caressing my tits. After I hung up I turned around and we kissed. I could still taste Ken's cum in her mouth! But we didn't have time to play. We had to shower and dress. At least this morning we could save a little time since we didn't need to shave!We came back into the room to dress and I reached for one of my dorky dresses. Jo stopped me and handed me one of hers. I had never worn anything like this before. It was a little scary, and very exciting. I put it on and it came to about four inches below my pussy. I felt naked. It was so short that I wouldn't be able to wear the stockings! I put my shoes on and she looked at me and clapped her hands and squealed in delight. "The guys are gonna love it!" she exclaimed. I hurried into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Oh my god," I thought. "I can see my nipples!" Then, to make it even more interesting, Jo came up with a pair of scissors and cut off the top two buttons!I said, "Mrs. Carson may be okay with this, but what about the other chaperones?""I guess we sill soon find out," Jill said with an evil leer. We hurried downstairs, and just like yesterday, everyone else was already in the dining room. We walked in and I heard all conversation stop as we walked over to our table. I looked around and recognized several men that had seen me naked in the hall last night. I saw them nudge their table mates and point at me. Before I even got to my seat my damned traitorous pussy was leaking again!I looked around and noticed that Mrs. Carson was smiling and nodding at me. I smiled back. I saw Mr. Storm; our History teacher also seemed to enjoy my entrance. The other three chaperones weren't teachers, they were parents. They obviously disapproved of my outfit. But nobody said anything. After breakfast we dashed upstairs and I brushed my teeth again and picked up my camera and purse but Jo stopped me. She took my wallet and put it in her purse so all I had to carry was my camera.We ended up in the back seat again, only today it wasn't Larry and Tom. Today it was Chris and Frank. Larry and Tom sat in the seat in front of us so they could watch.Just like yesterday, as soon as I was seated between them their hands were all over me. Today we were going to the Smithsonian. I guess we should have waited because the traffic was outrageous. We spent an hour and a half in stop and go traffic. But those of us in the back seat loved every minute of it. I was more accessible with Jo's dress on, especially with the buttons missing from the top. I was second from the left again and Chris was between me and the side of the bus. He pulled his cock out and had me play with it as the bus made its way at a snails pace through town.Just before Chris pulled my face down over his cock Mrs. Carson came back to check on us. She smiled warmly at me just as Chris pulled me down and came in my mouth. As soon as I had swallowed all of his cum, I popped back up and returned Mrs. Carson's smile.I glanced around, hoping nobody had seen what I had just done, but as I licked a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth I saw Mr. Lathrop grinning at me! "Shit," I thought, "busted!But he just turned around and ignored us after that.When no one was looking Chris and Frank traded seats and before very long I had swallowed my second load of cum for the morning. I had begun to see what Jo had been talking about that first night about the different flavors that cum came in. So far Ken was still the tastiest.Speaking of Ken, I glanced over just in time to see Jo get pulled down onto Ken's lap. At first I thought she was just sitting on his lap. Then I realized she was fucking him. As she bounced slowly up and down on Ken's cock, Mrs. Carson leaned over as though she were whispering in Jo's ear, but I saw her tongue come out and lick her ear very sensuously. I saw Jo's knuckles on the back of the seat in front of her go white and I knew she was coming as she fucked Ken and his mother licked her ear. A moment later I heard Ken groan quietly and shoot into her pussy. Then I watched as Jo returned to her seat. She bent down and cleaned Ken's cock with her mouth, then put his cock away and zipped his pants up. What a nice girl!We finally arrived at the museum and we were ordered to stay together. We all had cell phones, a requirement for the trip, and the chaperones had a list of all of our numbers. Just in case we started getting separated.But then I remembered that Jo made me leave my purse in the room so that all I had to carry was my camera. I didn't have my cell phone. I wasn't the only one that noticed that I didn't have my purse. Mr. Lathrop asked me where my cell phone was and I told him that at the last moment I had left my purse in the room and forgot to bring it. But I assured him I would stay with my friends. He smiled and nodded. Then he got behind us and he and Mr. Storm spent the entire day following me. Well, me and Frank and Chris. And they never said a word as Chris and Frank lifted my skirt and played with my ass all day! I didn't dare turn around to see how many people were looking at my ass, but I suspected that a large portion of the tourist population of D.C. had ample opportunity to enjoy the view!I really surprised myself. Two days ago I was a naïve young virgin, albeit a horny one. Today I was a slut! I was terribly embarrassed as my skirt kept being lifted over my ass. And hands inserted into my top with no attempt at stealth. But every time I got embarrassed I got more excited. At one point I had been staring at an exhibit and the two guys each had a hand on one my bare ass cheeks. I finally turned to move on to the next exhibit and saw an entire class of kids in the thirteen to fourteen year age range staring at my ass. Their teachers were both standing there with their mouths wide open. It is a very good thing that looks can't kill!We ate lunch at the Smithsonian and spent the entire day there. And we hardly saw any of it! When it was finally time to go everyone was exhausted and more than ready, even though there was so much more to see. We found our way back to the bus. We managed to make it back to the hotel in time for supper this time. The food was as good as the service, which sucked big time. But nobody got sick and nobody was hungry, and I didn't have to tip the pizza guy. After dinner we all went to our own rooms. Jo and I took a shower, together. We were out of the shower and drying off when there was a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around myself and answered it. It was the bellboy. I was peeking around the door to see who it was and he said, "Good evening Miss. Are you Jen?""Yes, can I help you?"He handed me a note and said, "I was told to give this to you."I opened the note and it said, "Invite this guy in and give him a blowjob. Ken"I looked at him and said, "Do you know what this note says?""Yes Miss.""Please come in."I stepped back and opened the door all the way and the bellhop came in. I heard a noise and looked around and saw Jo in the bathroom door trying not to laugh. "Did you know about this?" I asked her.She nodded. I turned back to the bellhop and saw that his pants were already open and I invited him to sit down but he wanted to stand. So I dropped my towel and fell to my knees and started kissing and nuzzling his cock, then I took it in my mouth and started sucking. I thought I was doing a pretty good job but the guy said, "The guy that gave me the note said that you can deepthroat."I heard Jo laughing again. Bitch!Oh well, there was nothing special about the guys cock, I supposed I could do it, I did it before. I gave it a couple of tries and before long the head of his cock was in my throat and the bellhop was going nuts. He grabbed my head and held on and was yelling his fucking head off. Jo came running over and put her hand over his mouth and asked him to please be quiet. But by then I had a mouthful of cum and it was over. I swallowed and licked his cock clean and helped him put his pants back on. He finally thanked me graciously and left. And Jo cracked up. "Jesus Christ," I said. "Three days ago I had never seen a cock, now I have sucked, shit let me think. I have to count them! Seven! In less than three days I have sucked seven cocks. Two of them I don't even know the guys names! What was that all about?!"Jo finally stopped laughing and came over to me. She reached out and put two fingers in my pussy and held them up to my face. They were sopping wet. She licked one of her fingers clean, then she stuck the other one in my mouth and I cleaned it for her."We have to go somewhere in a little while. So you have to get dressed again. You had to suck that guy's cock because that was what it cost Ken to get the address of the place we are going to. Now, put that dress you wore today back on."I guess I was getting used to doing what I was told. I slipped the dress back on and Jo got dressed again too. At nine o'clock Ken came to our door and we left with him. I tried to find out where we were going but they would only say, "You'll see."We went out of the hotel and Ken got a taxi. He gave the driver an address and it took us half an hour to get there. It was a tattoo parlor! I looked at them; no fucking way was I getting a tattoo! Not that I wouldn't like one, but the minute either of my parents saw it I would be grounded for the rest of my fucking life!Ken paid the driver, but before we got out Jo took a dog collar out of her purse and put it on my neck. Then she attached a leash and she got out and pulled me after her. The driver was watching this in amazement. Ken saw his look and said to him, "We are going to have our pet's nipples pierced. If you would like to come in and watch, you can, and then you could take us back to the hotel."The driver parked the car before Ken could even get out! I had heard what Ken said and I turned to Jo and said, "I can't Jo, my parents would kill me."She said, "Jen, how long has it been since either of your parents has seen your nipples?"I thought about that for a minute and I think the last time was when my mother bought me my first training bra, about four or five years ago. I sighed in resignation and we waited for Ken and the driver to walk back from their parking space. I looked around and was surprised that it wasn't really a seedy area, like where they put tattoo parlors back home. More like bohemian. There were book stores and coffee shops and markets. It looked like a nice place to live. I suppose that was why I was drawing so much attention with my collar and leash.We finally followed Ken into the shop and the guy at the counter looked up and smiled. He welcomed us to his shop and Ken said, "Hi. I'm Ken; I called you earlier, about the piercing."He smiled and looked at me and said, "And I suppose that this is the minor that you want to have pierced without her parent's permission?""Yes sir.""What about you, little lady, do you want your nipples pierced?" he asked.I took a deep breath and said, "Yes sir.""What would you like in them?" he asked.I had not been planning on a piercing, so I didn't know what I wanted. Finally I said, "Whatever Ken wants."The guy came out from behind the counter and closed the door to the shop and locked it. He put up a 'closed' sign and all five of us went through into the back. There was one large room in the back with four tattoo stations. Two of them had comfortable looking chairs for the customer and two of them had padded tables. There was a big biker getting his back tattooed when we went in. He was laying down facing us and he watched as I followed Ken's order to remove my dress. I took it off and handed it to Jo. Then I sat in one of the chairs, it was a little like a beauty shop chair. It was weird being the only naked person in the room. The guy that was going to stab me was talking to Ken, deciding on what to stick in my tits. They finally selected a pair of small rings. Since Jo had bars in her nipples, I guess he wanted to be able to tell me and Jo apart in the dark.He had a table set up by my chair with everything on it. He sat down facing me and started playing with my nipples. I would normally have enjoyed that but I was just a wee bit too fucking terrorized to get anything out of it this time. But my nipples seem to have minds of their own and before long they were standing tall. The guy said, "Beautiful! Perfect! Don't worry darling, you have perfect nipples for this. It won't be any problem at all." Easy for him to say! Let me stick one of those needles in his dick and see what he thinks!He started swabbing my nipple with alcohol and Jo came up to the chair and started kissing me. "What the fuck!" I thought, but then I realized she was distracting me. And it was working. I jumped when I felt something on my nipple, but it was only the clamp he used to hold it in place. I went back to kissing Jo and then I felt the needle. But it was fast and I was very distracted, and to be honest it really wasn't that bad. He put the ring in and swabbed it down again and I looked down and I hated to say it, but I liked it!He held my tit in his hand and admired his handiwork for a moment. Then he said, "Perfect! That wasn't so bad was it?"I had to admit that it wasn't.He and Jo switched sides and while he was getting ready I was looking around. The biker was staring and grinning like crazy. So was the cab driver. So was Ken! This was definitely a class trip to remember!When the guy was ready he started making my other nipple hard. Jo leaned over to kiss me again and I said "Thanks Jo." She smiled and we started kissing. Then it got even better when I felt a finger playing with my pussy! I guess Ken thought he would help too. How sweet!The second nipple was as easy as the first and after he had put the ring in and swabbed my nipple he stood up and Jo straightened out and I saw that it wasn't Ken fingering my pussy. It was the cab driver. Jeez! He had been handling nasty money all day for Christ's sake!I started to get up and get dressed but Ken stopped me. "Sorry kid," he said. "The only way I could talk him into doing it to you at your age was to offer him a little extra. And it wasn't money he wanted."I just rolled my eyes. "Oh well," I thought, "when I finally get married my husband will appreciate all these practice blowjobs!"Only he didn't want a blowjob. He bent me over one of the padded benches and fucked me from behind. It was obvious he enjoyed his work. He must have gotten really turned on playing with my tits. I was starting to think he should have paid me! He had a nice cock, but he didn't last long enough to work up a sweat.When he was finished he let me clean up in their bathroom and then he instructed me in the care and feeding of pierced human flesh. I felt like I should be mad at Ken, but I kept looking at them. They were tender right now, but I liked them! They looked hot!I finally got my dress back and put it on, very carefully, while everyone watched. Then we left for the ride back to the hotel. I was really exhausted now, and extremely grateful that I didn't have to suck off the cab driver. I can't believe Ken missed out on an opportunity! It was late when we got back to the room. I stripped off the dress, again, and went right to bed. Instead of going to bed, Jo stretched out beside me and while she and I kissed Ken fucked her to several orgasms before he finally came. Then he got up and went around the bed and made me lick him clean. That didn't seem fair; she is the one that made the mess! Still, it wasn't a request it was an order. I sucked him clean and then I did the same for her. We cuddled up finally and went to sleep in each other's arms.The next morning it wasn't a phone call that woke us, it was a knock on the door. Jo sat up in bed while I picked up my bath towel from last night and answered the door. It was Mrs. Carson. She breezed right past me and said, "You two are always late. I am going to see to it that today you are on time." Then she pulled my towel off and said, "Alright, let's see your new jewelry!" "Damn!" I thought, "Everybody knows! I wonder if the President got the word yet."She examined them very carefully and she assured me that they were beautiful. The rings I mean. She had previously complimented me on my breasts.Jo and I took a quick shower and touched up our arrows. We dried off and when I went to find something to wear Mrs. Carson handed me a box. I opened it and pulled out a beautiful sundress. It was just my size, though awfully short. The material was so thin that, although it wasn't see-through exactly, you could see what was under it. I could see the rings in my nipples! Hell, I could see the bumps on my areola! Then I looked down and noticed that when the dress was laying flat against my stomach I could see the arrow!I thought it looked fine, but I remembered the other chaperones yesterday and asked Mrs. Carson if she was sure that this was what she wanted me to wear, in light of the dirty looks I got yesterday. She smiled and said that there was only one of the chaperones I needed to worry about, Cindy's mother, Mrs. Kelley. They had a long talk yesterday and she had assured Mrs. Kelley that she was going to take me under her wing and try to make a proper young lady out of me. "You mean like I was three days ago?" I asked."Exactly!" she said with a big smile. "If it's the last thing I do, I am going to straighten you out darling." Then she put her hands on the side of my face and kissed me deeply and said, "Fuck Mrs. Kelley, you look beautiful! Come on girls, let's go get breakfast."Today we were to visit our Senator's office and then take a tour of the Senate Office Building. That was only about five blocks from the hotel so we started walking after breakfast. Five blocks might not sound like far, but five blocks in D.C. was a long damned walk! Still, it wasn't a total waste. We passed what looked like a couple of good restaurants which we made a note of for the long walk back this evening.We found our way to the Senator's office. He was in a hurry to go to a hearing but he talked to us for a few minutes. Then he had someone from his staff show us around and we watched a very boring session of the Senate for a little while. In the afternoon he had arranged for us to tour the Whitehouse. That was cool! The guy living in it is a moron, but the Whitehouse and the things in it were worth the trip to town. We didn't see anyone famous though, that was disappointing. I was hoping to see at least the first lady or someone. But all in all it was a great afternoon. And nobody bothered to pull up my dress all day! Gee, I wonder if they are tired of me already.The day was finally over for us and we started back to the hotel. It was still kind of early so when we stopped at the restaurant we were lucky enough to get seated. They had a large room in the back for meetings which they set up for us. They weren't really prepared for a group as large as ours but the service was better than you might expect anyway, and the food was fantastic, and expensive.We finally started back to the hotel just after dark. As usual we were all pretty tired. But that didn't detract from what some of the guys had picked up as a new hobby. Much to my relief they weren't tired of me after all. All the way back to the hotel Larry and Tom lifted up my skirt in the back and displayed my ass to Mr. Storm and Mr. Lathrop.Jo and I stopped in at the lounge and bought some soft drinks. Room service was expensive and I usually ended up blowing someone, and we didn't have a refrigerator in our little room. We went up to our room and got some ice from the machine to keep the drinks cold while we showered. We took a quick shower and I put some more antiseptic on my nipples. Then sat in my bed, naked, and watched TV. The TV in our room was old when Leave it to Beaver was a new show! The picture would be good for a few minutes and then freak out for a few minutes. So we turned it off and talked for a while.I missed Theresa, but I could never share with her the things that had happened here. Jo was my new best friend now, and I felt kind of guilty about that. But she was more than a friend. She was a friend with benefits. There are a whole lot of women out there that could not tell you what their friend's pussy tastes like. Well, to be honest, I doubt if I could describe the taste either, but I knew it when I tasted it. And I liked it!Jo and I talked about everything, sex, nipples, Mrs. Carson, Ken, school. We talked about how I felt about the things that were happening to me. She told me that if I started having a problem with it to let her know. I told her I was having the best vacation of my life. We talked about everything and nothing. Then, just before ten o'clock there was a quiet knock at the door. "Here we go again!" I thought.I didn't even bother to put something on. I opened the door a crack and saw Mrs. Carson so I pulled the door open to let her in. She came in, followed closely by Mr. Storm and Mr. Lathrop!She said, sternly, "Mr. Storm and Mr. Lathrop have had some rather disturbing things to say about you young lady." I am standing there fucking naked for god sakes! Does she really expect me to keep a straight face?Oh well, I can try. "I'm sorry. I have been trying to be good. What did I do wrong?" "I understand that, not only have you been flashing your backside all over town, you are not wearing underwear and you are allowing some of the boys to actually touch you under your dress! Is there any truth to that?" Mrs. Carson asked, obviously outraged at my scandalous behavior."I'm sorry Mrs. Carson. The boys lifted my skirt up and they did play with my butt. I just didn't want to make a fuss and get anyone in trouble so I ignored them."Mrs. Carson said, "That is no excuse young lady and you are going to have to be taught a lesson! These gentlemen are going to show you what can happen to young girls that let young men take liberties with them."Mrs. Carson examined my nipples again and said, "These are coming along nicely dear. Don't forget to use your antiseptic."I could see Storm and Lathrop undressing behind her and then Jo moved over to her own bed and the next thing I knew Lathrop was laying on my bed and while I deep throated him Storm fucked me with what felt like a very impressive cock. Mrs. Carson sat with Jo and they watched for a while until Mrs. Carson pulled her skirt up and put Jo to work with her tongue.Storm and Lathrop were exchanging comments over my back about the relative merits of my various orifices and before long I was facing the other way and I saw Storm's cock for the first time. Damn! That sucker was as thick as my wrist! Hard as I tried I could not get it into my throat. And I did try. Finally I looked up at him and apologized for my failure. He patted my head and smiled and said, "That's okay sweetheart, you are doing a very good job. I am afraid that when you are built like I am, deepthroat is something you only get on a DVD. But thanks for trying. I enjoyed the effort. I smiled at him and went back to sucking. They changed around a couple more times before Mr. Lathrop came in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked his cock clean, and then Mr. Storm laid me down on my back and got on top of me and gave me the ride of my life. I was going to have to stay after school some night and talk about History with him. I loved that fat cock! I came a half a dozen times before he finally shot his huge load up into me. After he rolled off I sucked him clean, which he really appreciated and then he and Mr. Lathrop got dressed and, after watching Jo and Mrs. Carson for a few minutes they said goodbye and left.I watched for a few minutes and then I went over and started kissing Mrs. Carson's Breasts while Jo ate her pussy. I guess that was the right thing to do because almost immediately she started having a huge orgasm and she pulled me up and our lips met and we kissed passionately until she came back down from heaven.Jo looked exhausted. I helped her up and let her lay down beside Mrs. Carson. I licked her pretty face clean and then I started kissing my way down to her pussy. She stopped me and said she was too tired. She just wanted to sleep. She fell asleep with Mrs. Carson. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up and doctored my nipples and then went to sleep in my bed.Mrs. Carson was gone when we woke up the next morning. It was again a knock on the door that woke me. I answered it naked and then jumped back behind the door when I saw that it was another boy from the class, but not one of Ken's friends. At least I didn't think so. But I had certainly made his day!He blushed as red as my hair and said, "Hi Jen. Mr. Storm said that you left this on the bus the other day and he forgot to give it to you. He asked me to stop by and drop it off.""Thanks Jerry," I said. "Sorry if I offended you. I was only half awake.""That's a joke, right?" he asked. "Which monastery do you think I live in?!"I smiled and stepped out from behind the door and gave him a kiss and thanked him again. Then I closed the door and opened the box. Jo was leaning up with her head resting on one hand watching. "Have you noticed that people keep giving you shit?" she asked, maybe half joking."Yes, I have noticed," I said. "Unfortunately, they are giving me things that would give my parents heart attacks."I held up the new dress that was apparently a gift from Mr. Storm. It covered all the important bits, but everywhere else was lace! It would be obvious that I wasn't wearing anything under it. And it would be obvious that I was a slut. I really didn't feel right about wearing this to national monuments and historical sites. It just seemed totally inappropriate. I held it up and showed Jo and said, "I can't wear this on a class trip to a museum or where ever the hell we are going today!"Jo smiled and said, "Dummy! Didn't you read the schedule?""Um, no, I was never given a schedule!" I said, still not sure what the deal was."Today is a free day. We can go where we want as long as we don't go alone, we tell a chaperone where we are going and carry our cell phones, and we check in every few hours."I held up the dress again and I wondered where I was going. I didn't have any plans, but I was reasonably sure that someone had plans for me.Jo and I went ahead and took our showers and got dressed and went down to breakfast. There were only a few of our group at breakfast. Thankfully, none of them were Cindy or Mrs. Kelley. I sat with Jo and Ken and the other four guys. Jo told them about Jerry bringing me the dress this morning and they got a big kick out of that.The boys pigged out and Jo and I had our usual cereal and juice. We took our time though and there was a lot of kidding around and it was a lot of fun. I was suddenly struck by the fact that I had had sex with everyone at the table in the last few days.Out loud I said, "I wonder what life will be like when I get back home? I can't go back to being a virgin again. And what do I do about Theresa, if she finds out what I have done she will have a pony!"Everyone thought that was amusing and Ken said, "First, we won't let you go back to being a virgin, so don't go dreaming about bras and panties, because you won't be wearing them. Second, Theresa is Larry's sex slave and was very disappointed when she got sick and couldn't come along and be there when you lost your cherry."I looked at Ken and I looked at Larry and I said, "You are shitting me, right?! I know Theresa. She has been my friend since fifth grade. I was scared to death because everyone was two years older than me and she looked out for me and became my closest friend. I would know if she wasn't a virgin!""Apparently not," Ken said. He turned to the others at the table and said, "Is there anyone here who has not fucked Theresa?"Jo smiled and raised her hand, then she said, "But we have enjoyed many a sixty-nine!""No way," I said. "Larry," Ken said, "How long has Theresa belonged to you?"Larry thought about it for a moment and said, "Almost two years."Ken turned back to me and said, "Theresa didn't think you could handle it because you were too young. And you were. You were only fourteen. You were already hot, but you were only fourteen. And after you stopped being fourteen, you continued to be very naïve."I sat back and thought about this for a minute, then I asked, "Is every fucking girl in town a fucking slave?!""No," Ken said, "Just the best ones.""Why, what is so weird about our town?" I asked.I hadn't heard her come up behind me but Mrs. Carson came up, kissed me on the top of my head and sat down beside me with a cup of coffee. "Good morning all of my little darlings, would you like me to answer that Ken?""Sure mom," he said.She put her arm around me and said, "What makes our town special is some of the people in it. Not all of them. Not even a lot of them, but more than a few of them. A long time ago Ken's father, my husband, moved to town and opened a business. He was a handsome, personable young man and people in the town took to him right away. That is unusual in a small town, which should tell you something about him. He and I started dating and it was love at first sight for me. We were engaged in six months. But before he would let me accept his proposal he told me that I would have to become his sex slave once I accepted. I was still a virgin and if I had been in my right mind I would have broken something over his head and trotted out of there. But I didn't, because as soon as he said that I would be his sex slave I felt my pussy get wet and I wanted it. I didn't even play it coy and tell him I would have to think about it. If he had asked me to I would have gone down on him right there in the restaurant that night. And at the time I had never even seen a cock!""From then on my life was much like what your life has been like the last few days Jen. And just like you, I loved it. I still love it. But it takes the right kind of person. The wrong kind of person can't take it. If your panties don't get wet when you hear the word slave you will never be happy being one.""Gradually, some of my husband's slave owning friends moved to town and became productive citizens. It is a nice town and the people are friendly and yet they mind their own business. And they don't scandalize easily.""We didn't go out actively recruiting, but if someone seemed interested in the lifestyle then one of us, which ever of us was most appropriate for the individual, would start feeling them out. Now we are a loosely knit group of about thirty couples. Not a significant part of the town's population. But they are bankers and lawyers and barbers and shopkeepers and even teachers. It is not a lifestyle that is completely without rules." "For instance, as a general rule children under sixteen are not involved. There are some exceptions to the age rules. Our kids were rather precocious and managed to become aware of our lifestyle at an early age and so, a little bit at a time, as they showed that they could handle it, they were invited in.""As a general rule S&M are not considered acceptable behavior. That is not to say that we would prevent two consenting adults from experimenting with it. But it is not normally a part of our daily activities. Violence is not tolerated. An abusive Master is dealt with harshly. Despite what you might think from the activities at my house on any given day, child abuse is not permitted. And a major sin is recruiting someone new without consulting the group. There were many heated conversations about you young lady.""Me! Why me," I asked."Half the men and boys in town were drooling over you. Hell more than half. Let's just say all the ones that aren't gay. But at first you were too young. Then you were so protected and virginal. Shit, to listen to some of the talk you were going to be the next virgin mother! But nobody could decide if you were slave material. You almost seemed asexual. Until, that is, Theresa found those books in the back of your closet.""WHAT!!! She didn't! I mean, what books," I ended sheepishly."Yes darling, those books. You sweet, horny little closet pervert," Mrs. Carson said."Okay," I said, defensively. "You don't have to look at me like that. So I have a stash, so what!"We had lost our privacy in the dining room. The meal had been over for quite a while and the staff was hovering around our table, waiting to clean up and get the room ready for lunch.We went to our rooms and got ready for a day on the town. Jo and I only had to brush our teeth and grab our purses and we were the first ones downstairs. We were waiting in the lobby when Jerry came over and said hi. He still blushed when he looked at me. I suppose he was still picturing me naked. I asked him where he was going and he said he was just going for a walk. He had planned on going back to the Smithsonian with his roommate but his roommate decided he would rather have a day of rest. So Jerry said that he was just going to go out and look around a little. Ken came over with his roommate, Larry. He said hello to Jerry and when he heard that he had nowhere to go he invited him to join us. Jerry was a nice guy, and popular at school, but not a part of Ken's crowd. I was surprised because, due to the way I was dressed I expected this would be an interesting day. Jerry asked where we were going and Ken told him that we were going a nearby mall to buy me some clothes because all of my clothes were too conservative and I needed to loosen up.Jerry looked at me in surprise; I was standing there in a short white dress that was mostly see-through lace! Ken saw his look and laughed. "That one was a present from someone who thought she should loosen up a little too. Come on, it'll be fun."The other two guys finally showed up and since we wouldn't all fit in one cab Ken told Jo and I to see if we could get the guy at the front desk to take us over to the mall in the hotel's van.Jo and I walked over to the front desk in her flirtiest voice Jo asked the old guy at the desk if we could please get a ride to the mall so we could do a little shopping. The desk clerk looked up and, although he obviously like the way we looked he said that he was sorry but taking people shopping wasn't one of the authorized uses for the van.Jo was still trying to use her charms to flirt him into it when one of the bellhops came over and spoke to the clerk quietly. At first I didn't recognized him, but then he turned and smiled at me and I realized that he was the bellhop that I had sucked off for giving Ken the address of the nipple piercer.The clerk listened to the bellhop for a minute and then he looked at me with a different expression on his face. He spoke to Jo again, but he was looking right at me when he asked, "How badly do you want that ride?"Jo smiled and said, "Jen will be happy to give you a nice blowjob for a ride.""You will have to do the driver too," he said. Jo thought quickly and said, "She will do the driver when he picks us up and brings us back."The clerk told the bellhop to watch the desk and invited me behind the desk and into the little office in the back. I was a little nervous; I had never been with a black man before. I was nervous, but I was curious. Jo followed me into the office and the clerk closed the door. I started to get down on my knees but he stopped me. "I like my cocksuckers naked," he said.I shrugged and slipped my dress off. I had been seen naked by so many people in the last few days that, while it was still exciting, it no longer took my breath away.The clerk reached out and explored my body for a minute. I watched his hand moving over my breasts and the contrast between his dark skin and my stark white breast was very erotic. I watched curiously as he unfastened his pants and pulled them down. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. It was no longer or thicker than others I had seen, but it was large. The skin on his cock was darker than his hands and face. His cock was dark black and looking at my small white hand on it was a big turn on. I started licking and sucking his cock and then I tightened my lips around the head of his cock and slowly pushed them down over his cock. I went down farther and farther, slowly, until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat, and then I kept going, slowly, until I had his entire cock in my mouth and his pubic hair was tickling my nose. "Oh my god, little girl!" he exclaimed. "Jesus Christ, how did a little girl like you learn to do that?!"I saw Jo taking pictures with her digital camera, and I couldn't wait to see them!It didn't take long to suck off the clerk, maybe I am a pretty good cocksucker. I hope so. Before very long I felt him tense up and I pulled back so that only the head of his cock was in my mouth and I used my hand to finish him off. "Son of a fucking bitch!" he exploded. "Girl, that was the best blowjob I have ever had, and I have been getting blowjobs for almost fifty years!" I smiled at him, and then I opened my mouth and let him see my mouthful of his cum. Then I swallowed and said, "Thank you sir. I am so happy I could please you." As I swallowed I decided that you couldn't tell a man's color by the taste of his cum.I put my dress back on and the desk clerk said, "You girls and your friends wait out by the desk, I will get the van driver ready." Then he walked out.Jo and I went out and waived the other guys over and we stood around the desk waiting for the clerk to come back. He came in a few minutes later and led us out to the van. He even held the doors for us! I smiled at him and thanked him and we were off.I was starting to wonder what the guys had been telling Jerry, he kept staring at me and he had the strangest look on his face. His cute face, I might add. If it were possible for me to date, Jerry is one of the guys I fantasized about going out with. Of course, my idea of a good date has just recently been drastically altered. But still, I thought Jerry was cute. I used to have a crush on him. I saw him once come to the aid of a smaller kid that was being picked on by a couple of bullies. I thought that was so special. Most guys would just stand back and enjoy the show.We got to the mall and the driver made sure we had the hotel's phone number. He told us that when we were ready to be picked up we should call, and he would pick us up in the same place. Then he smiled at me and drove off. I turned around and the others were already heading for the door. Jerry was waiting for me.I smiled at him and we walked together. We walked quietly for a minute and finally I said, "I get the impression that the others have been talking to you about me. I hope they didn't say anything bad. I hope it wasn't something that gave you a bad impression of me."Jerry smiled and said, "We had a short, and strange conversation back at the hotel. I am still not sure that they weren't pulling my leg. I most certainly do not have a bad impression of you! You are probably the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I have wanted to talk to you for a long time, but you have a kind of ice queen rep. That's too bad, because you are smart and beautiful and when you smile it lights up a room.""You are so sweet," I said. And I really meant it. "I am not an ice queen. It is just that I am two years younger than the rest of you guys and my parents don't let me date older guys. Since I don't want to date younger guys, that means I don't date. But I think when I get home there are going to be changes. A lot has happened in the last few days.""You're only sixteen?! Crap, I'm sorry, I thought you were older!""Don't be sorry. And I am an older sixteen. Trust me."It was still early and the stores at the mall were just opening. We walked around looking in store windows. If the outfits in the window looked promising we would go inside and see if we could find a cute but slutty outfit for me. Since we would be going home in a couple of days, we were looking for things that I could also wear around town when I got home, maybe even to school. Just not like this lacy little slut dress I was wearing now.When ever anyone found something that they thought would look good on me I would go to the changing room and with the door wide open and everyone standing around watching I would try it on. That was always fun, especially when there were other customers in the store. They would invariably join the audience outside the changing room door. At first, Jerry would look around nervously, but then he finally realized that we were not all going to go to jail and he started to relax and enjoy the show. For the most part the clerks just ignored us, although a couple of times we got some dirty looks from some of the younger salesgirls, and one of them called me a slut under her breath. We all had a good time and I got a lot of new clothes. They decided that they would each by me a new outfit, I bought three, and Ken bought be a half a dozen with money he said he had been given from a secret benefactor. Ooh, secret benefactor. That sounded mysterious.Ken called the hotel for our ride and we started walking back to the pick up point. Jerry and I were hanging back and talking quietly. "How do you like me now?" I asked. "Still think I am an ice queen?"Jerry smiled and said, "I like you so much I need to go back to my room and change my underwear!"I laughed and thanked him for the compliment. I wanted to say something to him, or I wanted him to say something to me. But I didn't know how much Ken had told him and I didn't know what I was free to say. It was making be uncomfortable because I really liked him. Every time I undressed in the mall today I had been looking at him and smiling. And he had been smiling back. But would he be able to handle a girlfriend that sucked off desk clerks for a ride?We sat around outside for about half an hour waiting for our van to pick us up. Jo and I were talking about the new outfits and how I was going to explain them to my mom and dad. But while we talked Ken and Jerry were talking and I was trying to hear that conversation.Unfortunately I could not hear what they were saying, although it did sound like they were getting along well. The van finally pulled up and we all tossed our bags in the luggage area in the rear. Then we piled in and I sat in the far rear seat with Jerry. Jerry put his arm around me and we talked quietly on the half hour trip back to the hotel. He told me that he had a crush on me. He had, in fact, had a crush on me for several years. I told him that I liked him too, a lot. I told him that I had seen him protect a smaller kid from a couple of bullies once and I thought that was such a wonderful thing to do. And the fact that I thought that he was cute had nothing to do with it. "But you have to know something about me before you get too fond of me Jerry. I don't know what they have told you about me.""They told me a pretty amazing story actually. I was pretty skeptical until we went to the mall and I watched you undress in front of anyone that cared to look your way. So it's true, you are a slave?""I am now. Four days ago I was a naïve virgin. But thankfully I was saved," I said and smiled as sweetly as I could. "How do you feel about what they told you?"Jerry smiled and took my hand and placed it in his lap. I was startled, until I realized that his cock was hard as a rock and that was how he felt about it. I kissed him and smiled, but I realized that his feelings were going to be severely tested when the van got back to the hotel. "Before you get too excited, you see that old black guy driving the van? When we get back to the hotel I am going to suck his cock to pay him for the ride. Because I was given to him before we left by Ken and Jo. You should also know that I sucked the desk clerk off before we left for that same reason. I suppose you should also know that it excites me to be used and humiliated like that. And every time I stood in a changing room today and undressed in front of everyone, I was so fucking turned on I couldn't stand it. But I want you to know that I was happy you were there to see me."Jerry said, "I knew about the desk clerk and I know about the driver. Ken and I had a couple of talks in the last two days. I learned some amazing things, about you, about some other people in our town, and about me.""About you," I asked hopefully.Jerry smiled and said, "Yeah, about me. Every time Ken talked to me about you I had the same reaction." He put my hand back on his cock and said, "That reaction."We had been ignoring everyone else and I suddenly realized that everyone in the van was watching and listening. "You guys mind your own damn business!" I said, only half kidding.I kissed him again and said, "I think, before we go any further you should watch what happens when we get back. I hope you still want me after that. Then we can talk."Jerry said, "I have been picturing it in my mind all day! I can't wait!"I looked at him curiously. He didn't seem like that kind of guy. I thought he was wonderful, but I had always assumed that he was as uncool as I was four days ago. But I suppose that if I can change this much in four days, maybe he can too.And now at last, here it was, the moment of truth. The van pulled into the parking garage and parked by the back door of the hotel. We all got out and grabbed bags of my new clothes and headed inside. I followed the driver into the office and all six of my new friends followed, as did the desk clerk and the bellhop. I quickly slipped my dress off and knelt in front of the driver. He leered down at me and reached down to play with my tits while I unbuckled his belt and loosened his slacks and pulled them down, along with his boxers. This was more like the cocks you hear stories about when you hear about well hung black men! The old man had a very long, thick cock. I was getting worried because it was still soft. I was slightly relieved when I sucked it until it was hard, but it didn't get any larger, just harder. It was by far the biggest cock I had yet seen. I was sucking him noisily with all of my friends watching avidly when he turned to my friends and said to Ken, "I hear you are the one giving her cute little ass away. She is a great little cocksucker, but I sure would like to fuck her. What do you say?"Ken grinned and said, "She belongs to Jerry now. You will have to ask him."My heart leapt into my throat and I almost cried for joy when I heard that. I looked quickly at Jerry and when I saw the look of lust and love in his eyes I did cry. I smiled at him for a second before I was put back to work thanking the van driver. The driver groaned and asked, "Which one of you is Jerry?"Jerry stepped closer and stood right beside me, looking down at the large cock in my mouth. He said, quietly, but with a great deal of pride evident in his voice, "I'm Jerry. I would really enjoy seeing you fuck her; I think that would be hot. Maybe we could set that up before we go home. But right now I want to watch you come in her mouth and then I want to take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her. I hope you understand."The driver grinned and said, "Kid, I don't understand any of this. You guys are too fucking weird. But I would never look a gift blowjob in the mouth. And this blowjob is one hell of a gift. You know where I work. Let me know."Then he concentrated on the task at hand and before long I felt my mouth being flooded with his cum. Normally, I wait until a guy is finished to swallow. It is hard to swallow with a cock in your mouth. But I had to do it this time, he came so much it was starting to overflow! I swallowed and he filled my mouth again! I was impressed!I finally licked him clean and put his cock away and helped him with his pants. Then Jerry helped me up and we grabbed our bags and went up to our room. We tossed the bags in a corner and Jo and I got undressed. Once we were naked the guys undressed. I was pleased that Jerry didn't seem to be self conscious in front of the others. I went up to him and leaned my body against him, gently moving my erect nipples over his hard stomach and I asked, "Do you still want me after what you just saw?" I knew he did, the evidence was large and obvious and throbbing against my belly. I grinned and asked, "Okay, you want me, but do you still like me?"He smiled back and then he pulled me close and bent down to kiss me. I put my hands up to hold him back. "No," I said, nervously, "not that, not yet. Let me brush my teeth first.""You are a slave, bitch, you don't say no, and you don't refuse me." Then he leaned forward and kissed me and I heard Jo squeal and I thought somebody was doing something to her. Then I saw that she was right beside us and all alone. She was just happy for us!I collapsed in Jerry's arms and kissed him passionately, and the tears of joy streamed down my face. Jerry finally broke off the kiss and I turned around and grabbed Jo and I hugged her and kissed her and I sobbed "thank you" softly in her ear. She laughed and said, "It has been, and will continue to be, my pleasure, doll."Jerry picked me up then and tossed me onto my bed. And then it started. I was aware of everyone watching us and it made it that much better as Jerry made mad, passionate love to me. And he did it very, very well. He had been teased mercilessly all day and he came quickly, the first time. But he stayed hard and he stayed in and soon we were going at it again. God it felt good! I came a dozen times before he came again. Then while I was lovingly cleaning his cock I felt someone on the bed behind me. Jerry moved out of the way and watched as whoever it was took me from behind. Jerry stayed right there and held my hand and looked lovingly at me and I adored him. Things kind of got wild after that. Everybody fucked everybody. I lost my ass cherry to Jerry. It hurt a little, but he was gentle and took the time to lube me up good and stretch my ass. When I had recuperated from that I had my first double penetration, with Jerry in my pussy and Ken in my ass, and before they finished Frank came over and I sucked him at the same time. Jo had finally gotten a break from the guys fucking her and she came over and played with my nipple rings and said, "You know what they call it when you have three cocks in you? You are air tight. Isn't it fantastic?!"Yes, it is! I was getting cock crazy. But I looked in Jerry's eyes and I knew I wasn't out of control, in fact, I was being controlled, and it was wonderful.Jerry and Ken came eventually, but although Frank was enjoying my mouth, he was done for a while and when they came he backed away and we all rested for a minute, a long minute. Jo and I took a shower; we were dripping cum and really looked well used. We went back out to the room and Jo pulled me back to the bed. Before we could lay down I noticed all the wet spots and I went back into the bathroom and got some towels and then we laid on the bed and we made out for a while, which eventually became a nice, slow, gentle sixty-nine. There was a knock at the door, but Jo and I kept playing while someone opened the door. I heard someone come in and then I heard Mrs. Carson inviting us to dinner. Jo and I finally looked up and saw Mrs. Carson, Mr. Storm and Mr. Lathrop watching us at play."That looks delicious, ladies," she said, "but it isn't very filling. Why don't you get something on and we will go down the street to that restaurant for dinner?" Jo and I grinned at her and got up, reluctantly. We quickly cleaned up and when we got back into the room the three adults were going through my new wardrobe, trying to decide what I should wear to dinner.They ended up deciding on a very short skirt and a crop top that left the bottom of my breasts exposed and said "JUST ASK!" in big bold print on my tits. I didn't get it, but they thought it was amusing. Larry, Frank and Chris didn't feel like walking to the restaurant. They had enough walking at the mall today. So it was just Tom, Jo, Ken, Jerry and me and the three adults. Mr. Storm had made a note of the phone number for the restaurant and called ahead. He told them he would need a table for eight and asked how long the wait would be. He ended up with a reservation for an hour from now. So the guys went to their rooms and got cleaned up and put on some clean clothes. Jo and I got dressed and we went downstairs and waited for the guys. Fifteen minutes later we were walking slowly up the street toward the restaurant, looking in all the shop windows and enjoying the pleasant evening. Jerry had his arm around me and as we walked Mrs. Carson was talking to us. "Ken told me about your day," she said. I couldn't figure out when he could have done that. I guess it was when I was taking a shower. "I wish I could have been there but I had to stick around and keep checking up on my other charges. We had kids all over town today! I would have loved to watch you trying on clothes at the mall darling. And I am still wet from picturing you with the desk clerk and the driver.""God, I love you, Mrs. Carson, you are such a fucking pervert!" I said.Jerry laughed and said, "I love you too Mrs. Carson. I owe you a lot. Ken told me you are responsible for putting a fire between my new slave's thighs, and you are the one that thought I would be the perfect match for her."I looked at her, and saw that it was true. "How did you know?" I asked. "How did you know about me? Did you know I had a crush on Jerry? How did""Whoa girl, slow down," she said. "Okay, let's see, first, I knew about you because I know Theresa, intimately. I must admit that it took a long time for her to convince me. You have always been one of my favorite students, you are bright and inquisitive. You enjoy learning and you understand things. I suspect that if you were to take an IQ test you would test in the high genius range. I love you almost as much as I love my own daughter and I had some serious misgivings about damaging your tender little psyche.""As for Jerry, Ken liked him, although they weren't really friends, just acquaintances. Ken is a remarkable young man, I don't know if you have noticed." She looked around to make sure Ken was out of hearing range and said, "Ken is also very intelligent, he is one of those natural born leaders, he is also a very compassionate person, I love that about him. And he is also a very good judge of character. I knew from Theresa that you had a crush on Jerry, and I knew from Ken that every time you walked into a room Jerry forgot what he was saying."I looked at Jerry and grinned. He blushed sweetly. I kissed him and looked back to Mrs. Carson. She said, "I spoke with Mr. Storm. Jerry was always a good student in my class, but I didn't really know him very well. You are such a quiet, self assured young man Jerry. I have high hopes for you. But I needed someone else to have an opinion about you before I proposed you two as a couple to the group. Mr. Storm, as it turns out, was already considering you. You really impressed him with your maturity and your demeanor. And he mentioned an incident in which you stopped a couple of bullies from picking on a smaller kid that you didn't even know. That really impressed him! You guys seemed like the perfect pair, and all the guys were dying to get in your pants Jen, and the girls, me included, are looking forward to getting in your pants, Jerry.""So, we agreed that you would be a great couple, and you would both be welcome additions to our little social group, the question was, how Jen would react to being dipped slowly into a pit of depravity. We put Ken and Jo to the task of initiating you, with the instruction that if you showed any reluctance that would be the end of it. We don't often induct virgins into our society. Normally, if a girl is still a virgin at sixteen then she is not a good candidate. But Mr. Lathrop is friends with your parents, Jen, and he said that we should give you a chance. He is the one that suggested that we use the class trip as your initiation, since you would be out from under your parents influence.""I hope you understand that your parents are wonderful, caring people, and that what they want for you is what any normal parent would want for their daughter. They have done very well by you. You are an impressive young lady. It's just that, how do I say this? Some people are different. As a general rule they have a higher IQ, they are more attuned to the people and the planet around them. They are more compassionate. And they are more apt to have that little something that provides the world with masters and slaves. We don't know what that is, but the people in our little society all have it. We believe we are all good citizens. We are productive, successful, hard working members of our community. We know that society in general would not approve of us, but we understand that and wouldn't think of challenging their sensibilities, which isn't to say that we don't tickle their sensibilities from time to time. I say all of that so that you will realize that you have responsibilities to the world around you. We aren't interested in selfish people.""Ah, good, we are here. I don't remember it being this far. I need a drink!"We went in and were seated quickly. Jo and I were both dressed provocatively and we attracted a good bit of attention as we were led to our table. The adults ordered a bottle of wine and the rest of us had soft drinks or tea. We had a real cute young waiter. As he was taking orders he kept looking at my shirt and trying not to smile. When he came back with our appetizers, Mr. Storm, who had noticed his distraction, asked the waiter, "Aren't you going to ask?" "Sir?" the waiter said, "Ask what sir?""It's alright son, that's why she wore the shirt, she wants you to ask," Mr. Storm said, good naturedly.The poor kid didn't know what to say. Finally he said, "Sir, I will admit that some things come to mind, but there is nothing I want to ask so badly that I am willing to lose my job over it.""Son, I assure you, your job is not in jeopardy, and she would get a kick out of you asking."The waiter knew he was being played with, but he didn't think it was malicious. We were a friendly and attractive group and he was enjoying waiting on us. I smiled at him and said, "Go ahead, ask me anything."He smiled back, realizing he was being dared, and he said, "Alright, what size bra do you wear?""I don't wear a bra silly," I said."Hmmm," he said, grinning, "What else don't you wear?"I pulled my short skirt up a couple of inches. That was all that was required to put my pussy on display."Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Oops, I'm sorry, excuse me, that slipped out." We all laughed in a friendly way and told him it was okay.He smiled at us and walked away holding a menu in front of him to avoid embarrassment.We had a wonderful meal and a very pleasant evening. And we teased that poor waiter mercilessly. Later, we all went back to my room and I put on a fashion show for everyone with my new clothes. It was a lot of fun, but I was getting sad. Mrs. Carson asked me what was wrong. I had to tell her that I loved my parents, but I didn't want to go back to living like I had been. Wearing my old clothes and not being able to date. I don't want to be a virgin again!Mrs. Carson said, "Don't worry darling, we all love fucking you much too much to let that happen. Mr. Lathrop has already started working on your folks. And Mr. Phillips, the Guidance Counselor, who you will be fucking soon to thank him for his efforts, has been working on your parents since we left. They have been informed that he and your teachers are concerned that you are becoming repressed and that your social development is inadequate. You need to be allowed more freedom to fit into your peer group and grow to your full potential. Mr. Phillips is a very persuasive man. I talked to him this morning and he said that when you get home you will find that there have been some changes. That doesn't mean that you can bring Jerry home and take him to your bedroom. But you will be allowed to date and buy your own clothes. Oh, and you will be happy to learn that you will be a founding member of the high school's new History Club, which will be meeting two evenings a week."I kissed her and thanked her for everything she had done. I also kissed and thanked Mr. Storm and Mr. Lathrop. I was naked and they enjoyed the moment.I had expected another orgy to develop, but it was getting late and everyone but Ken and Jerry left. The four of us went to bed. Now I knew what it was like for Jo to make love to someone you were in love with. Jo and I smiled at each other as we were making love to our men, and I mouthed "thank you" to her. She winked at me and then I put my arms and my legs around Jerry and gave myself to him completely. It was the most astounding sex ever!We had two more days in D.C. We went to Arlington Cemetery. It was so beautiful, and so sad. We saw the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and watched the changing of the guard. We visited President Kennedy's grave. And we walked around and read headstones. It was awe inspiring, seeing the graves of all of those brave heroes. But it was also tragic, all of those promising lives snuffed out so young. So many of the graves we saw were for eighteen and nineteen and twenty year old kids. It made me cry. I was glad that the guys recognized how solemn this place was and behaved themselves.The next day we got to vote on where we went and almost everyone wanted to go back to the Smithsonian. Some wanted to go to the mint, but I figured they weren't giving out samples so I voted for the museum. But there were enough that wanted to go to the mint that Mrs. Kelley took the smaller group and they went. The rest of us went to the museum.It was our last day in town and we were all pretty excited. And the guys were acting up. It was Saturday and the place was really crowded and I couldn't move or standstill without being groped, grabbed, or uncovered in front of crowds of strangers. I should add that for the most part the crowds seemed to approve.After another long day of walking around and gawking, and being gawked at, we went back to the hotel for our last dinner in the hotel restaurant. Jerry left the table just before we went back upstairs and was gone for a few minutes, and then he came back and invited our little group of perverts back to my room. The ten of us, seven kids and three adults, went upstairs and I was sent in to take a shower. I knew something was going on. I took a shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I don't know why, I have had sex with everyone in the room. But I did, and then I went out into the room. My jaw dropped when I opened the door and saw the driver that had taken us to and brought us back from the mall. I smiled at him and looked at Jerry. I asked, "Oh! Is this for me?!" Everyone cracked up and I dropped the towel and walked up to the tall, dark skinned driver who was enjoying the view of my lithe young body. He reached out and pulled me close and kissed me, meanwhile exploring my body with his strong, thick fingers. Soon I was helping him tear his clothes off and then he was lying on his back on my bed and I was crouched over him sucking his large cock into hardness. I was happy to see that he didn't mind the large audience in the least. As I sucked I looked over at Jerry and smiled, as well as I could with that big cock in my mouth anyway. Jerry smiled back and I concentrated on giving him the show he wanted.Once the driver was hard I moved up over him and with Jo's kind help I lined his cock up and slid down onto it slowly. I started off gently, getting used to being so full took a few minutes. But once I had adjusted to that huge thing it felt great and I started fucking him violently. My tits were bouncing wildly, and after lying there, watching them bounce for a few minutes, he grabbed them and squeezed them and actually controlled my movements using them as handles.I started having orgasm after orgasm and by the time that old black man had finally cum I was exhausted. I finally rolled off of him and gingerly moved to the bathroom to clean up. He was still lying there when I came back in the room, I found out later that Jo had been ordered to get him hard again and now Mrs. Carson was riding that big cock happily. Her breasts were really large and firm and it was amazing to watch them swing as she fucked.After the driver came in Mrs. Carson, I cleaned him up and he dressed and thanked us and said goodbye. We all thanked him and then, after he left, the orgy commenced. I had Jerry first. Jerry asked me how I had liked that big black cock and I had to admit that it had been wonderful, though I didn't think I could take that monster everyday. I asked him if he could still feel anything. I hoped I wasn't too stretched out for him. He smiled and said, "Don't worry you horny little slut, your cunt still feels just fine. I am sure that I am going to enjoy it for many years to come."I hugged him tight and told him for the first time that I loved him. He told me that he loved me too, and we kissed.Our last party of the class trip lasted until two in the morning. The adults had to drive us all home tomorrow, so, regretfully, they left early to get some sleep. We kids continued until nobody could take anymore. We finally gave out and the others left while the four of us took a quick nap. We only got three hours sleep. We had to get up and pack and be ready to go by seven AM.It was a very long trip and those of us that had partied so hard slept for most of the first few hours. We were all anxious to get home, but we were still having fun. The conversation on the trip home, in our vehicle at least, was very suggestive, full of double entendres. But we had to be careful what we said because two of the girls in our car were not slaves. But they weren't stupid either; they had seen the change in me and the way I dressed. And they had probably heard things. One of them even asked me about the problem I seemed to be having with the back of my skirt in the museum.I just laughed and told her that it was breezy and the guys had tried to hold my skirt down. When we got home it was late in the evening. Mrs. Carson went ahead and dropped everyone off instead of having us picked up at the school. My parents were very happy to see me. I could see in their eyes that they weren't pleased with the clothes I was wearing, but they didn't say anything. And they must have noticed that I had come home with twice as many articles of clothing than I had left with. But they just hugged me and kissed me and they thanked Mrs. Carson for taking such good care of me. Mrs. Carson smiled and hugged me and said it was a pleasure; she always enjoyed the company of her favorite student.My parents and I talked for an hour or so, I went on and on about all I had seen. Finally I was falling asleep at the table so we all went to bed.After breakfast the next day they told me that they had been thinking things over and they were concerned that they were being too controlling, not letting me grow. I was going to be graduating in a few months and going to college. That left far too little time for me to learn to be more responsible for my own decisions in life. They apologized and said that I would probably have to remind them from time to time, but that I had always been responsible and they were going to have to start trusting me. I kissed them both and thanked them. I couldn't wait to tell Jerry. I knew I would still have to watch what I wore and keep my sex life to myself, but it was obvious that I did indeed owe Mr. Phillips a good fuck. He had really shown my parents the light.It was a school day, and they were obviously not all that happy with the dress I had on. They would have really been upset if they knew that I wasn't wearing anything under it. I started walking to school but only got a block before Jerry pulled up and I got in his car. I kissed him passionately and told him about my conversation with my parents. He was, of course, as happy as I was and to celebrate I sucked his cock all the way to school. He managed to park before he came. After I swallowed he pulled me up and kissed me and told me how much he loved me. We were getting out of the car when Jo and Ken walked up. I hugged them both and we walked into the school. Things were different after the senior class trip. I was in the 'in crowd' now. Theresa and I could talk honestly about anything now. I could date and dress fashionably. And I had a lot of sex, mostly with Jerry, but with lots of other people too. We frequently went to Ken's house and had orgies with his entire family. Ken's father, Hal, was extremely well endowed, and extremely talented. And, to my great pleasure, he was an excellent teacher. Every time we spent any time at Ken's house with his family Jerry learned something that we would later enjoy doing together. When finals finally came around we would meet after testing each day in Jack's garage for some fantastic orgies. Life is good.THE ENDComments? Criticism? Email [email protected] that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 51 |
cuckold.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/25/cuckold.txt | The very first time I saw my wife get fucked was not planned and is still not clear to me if I enjoyed it. It happened because I owed money to some really nasty guys, money my wife didn't know I had borrowed until the boys came calling looking for it. It was Jane who answered the front door and I heard her scream out as the three men pushed their way in past her and stormed into the sitting room. She followed them in shouting abuse until one of them a black guy about 30 and 6ft tall back handed her across the face, all broke louse as I jumped at him and we scuffled. I got punched in the face so hard I saw stars and when I came too I was on the floor with a huge white guy sitting across my chest with his fists raised and my wife crying on the sofa looking on. Leroy the man I owed money too was sitting in the arm chair smiling down at me, "Well, I said I'd come find you and here I am tough guy," he said "You really are a stupid motherfucker," he continued. My wife cried out asking who the hell they where and they all chuckled after Leroy did, he looked at her and said "Your man here owes me money, a lot of money and he thought I'd let it go" she looked shocked then her face went red and she looked at me like she wanted to kill me. They all laughed again and I squirmed on the floor "Is that true, you fucking asshole" she spat at me, I looked at the floor and nodded yes. "The problem is I need the money back and I need it now," she Leroy still grinning. "We could take your wife here and have her work for us for a week or so, that is if we could find any guys that would pay to fuck a fat cow like her," he continued making his boys laugh again and my wife go wide eyed. I pleaded with him but I didn't have the money explaining I'd need a month to get it, anyway it went on for 20 minutes with me pleading and him making fun of the situation. He then got up and flopped down beside my wife making her move up to make room and pressing his large body against her thighs. She was wearing a dress and pullover and as she is very fat she took up most of the small sofa, her tits looked bigger crammed inside her wool top and I saw Leroy glaring at them grinning. "I'll tell you what, I'll make a deal," he said. "Your wife puts out for us now and I'll give you the month," he was looking at me when he said it and I of course said no way but before he could say a word my wife spoke up. "I'll let you, touch me and kiss me but that's it," we all looked at her and Leroy chuckled again. "Baby, when I say put out I mean suck and fuck us all."She looked at me with pure hatred in her eyes, she would have killed me if she could then back to Leroy beside her. "Just you then," she said. Leroy looked at me and grinned then said, "Ok bitch, get my cock out and suck it now," it was an order, I struggled under the weight of the big white guy on my chest but could not move him. My schoolteacher wife who hates sucking y cock reached over the tugged Leroy's jogging pants down with him lifting his ass up to help her, his cock was fucking huge and it wasn't hard yet twice as big as mine. I could not see everything but a clear enough shot as she wrapped her podgy hand around it and lifted it up to look at it, Leroy was grinning from ear to ear. "You ain't never had a cock like that before bitch, think you can get it in your mouth," he laughed.I freaked out trashing about so much the white guy punched me in the face again, my wife was still stroking Leroy's cock but she said, "Shut the fuck up asshole it's your fault where all here now shut up and it will be over with." She then leaned down and started licking his cock like a lollipop making it grow in her hand. Leroy moaned and looked down at me smiling as she took the head in her mouth stretching her lips around his massive black cock. She managed to get about four inches of the ten into her mouth and I saw her cheeks suck in as she sucked his cock it was terrible for me, the two other boys looked on too but they where laughing and joking. "Suck my big black cock bitch, show your husband here what a good cocksucker you are," he moaned humping his hips up to meet her bobbing head, I could not believe she was doing this and it looked like she was doing it well too. Roger the third guy walked over and started tugging her pullover up over her huge white bra, her belly spilling out over her skirt waistband white and dimpled. She didn't even try to stop him as he mauled her breasts through her bra laughing, "Man look at these tits, their fucking huge."Leroy reached up too now to maul the other breast. "Get them out man I can't see shit." Within a minute they had her bra off and where mauling her naked tits openly, her huge tits in Leroy's large black hand looked obscene and I was going nuts, I saw her dark brown nipple harden and I though it must have been fear. "Damn, bitch. You can suck better than that," said Leroy and then he grabbed her hair and started forcing his cock deeper into her mouth making her gag on it, she took a second and to my surprise she managed to take more then half his cock stopping the rest with her hand wrapped around the base. He fucked her face hard humping up into her mouth and breathing harder now. "Yeah that's it whore, suck my cock, suck it cunt," he snarled at her and she sucked what she could as he raped her mouth. The other guy had now pulled out his cock and it too looked huge, long and veiny. He was tugging on it making it hard as he pushed his hand up her skirt looking for her pussy, I expected to see her freak now but the bitch lifted her massive hips off the sofa so he could pull her huge white panties down holding them up for the boys to laugh at their size. Next he kind of dragged her ass to the edge of the sofa while she sucked Leroy's cock and forced her legs open, at least she putting up some resistance. "Man I just love fat pussy," said the white guy now kneeling between her legs "Look at the size of this cunt" he laughed and grabbed a hand full of flabby pussy mound , he then said he had to taste it before they all fucked her and lowered his head to her gapping pussy.She hates when I do that and only lets me when she's really drunk and only then just for a minute, the guy had his head buried between her legs and I couldn't see exactly what he was doing but she let Leroy's cock pop form her stretched mouth and said panting a little. "No don't please, don't do that."But he must have pushed his tongue right up her pussy as she jerked her hips up off the sofa and moaned out loud, I thought she was trying to buck him off but it was an orgasm. I was crushed, my lovely homely wife was coming from some strangers tongue and was loving it I felt the anger build up in me and suddenly I couldn't control it "Fucking slut, you're enjoying it."All the boys looked over at me and laughed at me, my wife was still jerking and twitching so said nothing but as soon as she slowed her jerking Leroy grabbed her head again and said, "We not finished yet whore, suck my cock."She devoured his cock almost whole like an animal sucking her cheeks in as she sucked hard on his shiny cock, he rolled his head back and groaned. The pussy licker stopped and kneeled back up jerking off and watching the blow job."Man, your wife sure loves cock, look at that whore go," he chuckled not looking my way. "Leroy you wanna fuck the bitch first, it is your money." Leroy nodded and reluctantly pulled his cock free from her mouth. "Yeah, I'm gonna show my boy here how to fuck his old lady, only after tonight she wont want his little cock no more," he laughed getting up. My wife was sprawled on the sofa with her skirt bunched up over her swollen belly and her massive heaving tits where rising up and down as she got her breath, her legs where as wide as she could get them and I could see her pussy open and soaking from the tonguing she just had. Leroy dropped down between her legs so I just had his black ass to look at and her open legs, he was using his hand to guide his cock and stopped short of sliding it in. I knew it was to be the biggest cock she had ever taken and watched curious to see how she would take it my anger dropping slightly, he nudged forward and said "I'm gone stretched your slut pussy good now bitch, you never had a real cock pound your cunt have you?" he asked her. Thankfully she didn't answer but when I pushed forward she let out a loud grunt and then said, "Ooh Christ, Ooh shit! Pete! Ooh fuck he's huge." And with that Leroy lunged forward and drove his whole cock into her. She howled like a bitch in heat screaming, "OOOOOOoohh Fuck, fuck, fuck Yesssssss!!" Her chubby legs raised up and bent over as he humped his massive cock into her. She has never had an orgasm with me through straight sex having to always masturbate while I fucked her but I was sure she was coming now as the bastard pounded her so fucking hard her tits and bellies where flopping about and she was trashing her head from side to side. The other guy was waiting his turn jerking off slowly as he watched and the guy sitting on me was rubbing his cock through his pants some inches from my head, I could see his long hard cock through the denim and I could even smell his sex. "You love it bitch, don't you? You love getting your cunt fucked good," snarled Leroy as he fucked her. She was out of control coming hard bucking her hips so much he had his large black fingers dug into her flabby hip flesh to hold her still. "Getting your fill now whore aren't you? you never been fucked like this before have you?" he asked pounding harder. I normally come after a minute or so and if I fucked her hard like that it would only take 30 seconds. "Have you?" he screamed down at her.She blinked her eyes open and said, "No, never Ooh Christ your cock is so big, Ooh fuck yeah stretch my pussy give it to me," she panted it out the bitch, she was loving it and I was crushed my wife was acting like a whore. I couldn't drag my eyes off the scene. He was encouraged pinning her chubby legs open more and slamming into her hard making loud flesh slapping sounds. "Give me your big black cock I love it Ooh yeah baby fuck my fat pussy goooooood," she was coming again.The guy sitting on my chest opened his pants to my shock and horror, he couldn't get them off as he was sitting but his hard cock was sticking up where the pants open. It was very fat like my fucking arm and still at least 7 inches, it was leaking clear liquid from the open eye as he started rubbing it watching the show and ignoring me. Leroy pulled out and stood back up leaving my wife spread eagle on the sofa her pussy gapping open golf balls sized and I could see her whole pussy was soaked like I'd never seen it before, she was panting sucking in air her massive tits heaving on her large wobbling belly. Leroy pulled two pairs of handcuffs out of his coat pocket and gave them to my jailer. They dragged me into the middle of the room and handcuffed my arms above my head and my ankles too, they then ordered my wife to sit on my head which she did without a word. She lowered her big heavy legs over my face then slowly dropped her wet slippery pussy onto my face, it was burning hot and open so I had her wet open lips right on my nose and then my mouth. I didn't know what to do it was terrible, should I lick her or what but I didn't have to wait long. Leroy was back behind her standing above me and pushing her slightly forward so he could fuck her from behind. My face was an inch from her open cunt and when his huge shiny cock slapped me on the face, it felt like steel and it only lasted a second but it startled me. I watched as he used his hand to guide his monster cock to her hole pressing the fatty lips and forcing them inside her pussy as he feed her his cock. Her pussy seemed to suck his cock in as I watched 10 inches of thick cock disappear into her puffy pussy, I heard her moan out above me. He pulled out slowly showing me his now wet cock then pushed it back in getting a grunt from my wife and I noticed she had pushed her own ass back at him. He proceeded to slam his cock into her pussy hard, so hard I felt his heavy black balls slap my head and making her pussy juice drip down onto my face, I could hear her above my moaning and grunting. I had no choice but to watch my wife's pussy take a pounding like she never had before and coming like she never did it was humiliating and strangely exciting too, I know it would not take much to make me hard right now and I was thankful I was dressed. "I'm gonna come slut, you want my spunk? You want me to fill your slut cunt with spunk?" panted Leroy, she just moaned and grunted something. "I'm gonna pump your fat cunt with spunk tramp, tell me you want it," he continued snarling at her and slamming into her pussy harder. Her words broke my heart, I was totally crushed and I knew we would never be the same again after tonight, "Yes, fill my cunt. Give me your black spunk! Empty your balls in my pussy you fucker!!" She screamed it but just from her voice I knew she really wanted it. He gave her 10 more hard strokes then I saw his heavy balls clench up and he started twitching and jerking giving her short hard jabs as he pumped her full of spunk. It lasted a good minute and then he pulled out forgetting I was there as he slumped on her back, his long spent cock slipped out of her used cunt and dropped down onto my face just above my mouth resting on my nose. He was still twitching and there was still spunk leaking out of his large slit onto my nose and cheek, he moved forward as if he wanted to fuck her again but his cock was no longer near her cunt. It was near my mouth as he moved forward his cock stopped right on my tightly closed mouth leaking spunk onto my closed lips. I don't know why I did it, I never touched another mans cock before never mind have one in my mouth but I opened my mouth and his cock just flopped in, I closed my lips around it and sucked gently tasting his strong tasting salty cock and feeling it still a little hard. He humped my mouth a second before he realized what was happening then pulled out and jumped up, "Little fag was trying to suck my cock," he laughed and they all laughed at me as I lay helpless under my wife's gapping pussy. The guy who had been feeling her up and licking her pussy dropped down behind her and immediately slammed his long slim cock into her, she screamed out, "Ooh fuck yes! Ooh go easy I cant take it!" he paid no notice as he pounded her hard and fast sending her flabby ass cheeks all over the place and slapping his balls off my head. "Fucking whore, take it! Fucking fat cock hungry slut," he growled at her making her come, it seemed the more he insulted her the more she came and he must have sensed it too as he let rip. "Fucking filthy whore. Ooh yeah baby you love it, you love my big cock pounding your fat slut cunt don't you bitch," he grunted banging his cock into her with every word. She was wailing and moaning but managed to reply, "Yeeeeeessssss! Ooh fuck yes I love it! Ooh fuck my cunt fuck it like a whores!" She lost it and just mumbled after that. The guy fucked her and fucked her for about ten minutes then announced her was about to come and to my horror I heard her cry out, "Come in his mouth, make him pay too the bastard."I heard laughing all around me and then I saw the guy pull his slimy cock from my wife's dripping pussy, he was jerking off slowly an inch from my face and looking down with a wicked grin on his face "You want it big boy, you ready to drink my spunk fag boy," he snarled down at me.I shucked my head and he laughed then said, "You drink my spunk or I'll come in your wife's virgin tight ass, what its to be?" he chuckled and I saw him press some fingers to her puckered brown hole. She never even let me touch her ass never mind fuck it and I know she found the very idea disgusting so when she screamed out her resistance I understood. "No please don't, make him pay it's him who owes the money," she sounded desperate. "Well big boy, what's it to be?" he asked me again, I had no choice but nod yes making him laugh meanly and beat off faster moving his cock closer to my face and mouth, "Open your mouth bitch, open wide," he chuckled as he jerked off and then he came jerking fast firing the first wad onto my chin, the second onto my cheek and nose and the last big wad dropped into my mouth. He then dropped lower until his cock found my mouth and forced his pulsating cock into my mouth. "Finish it off boy," he commanded pushing his cock deep into my mouth gagging me with it. He humped and pumped more spunk into my mouth laughing as he did. I swallowed what there was and did my best to stop him ramming his whole cock down my troth. When he pulled out the other two where standing there naked looking down at me laughing, the last one with the thick cock was jerking off grinning at me. He moved over and dropped down behind her with his cock in hand, he pressed it against my lips and demanded I get his cock wet before he fucked my woman. It was too late now so I just opened my mouth and let him fuck my mouth, his cock was rock hard and so thick I had to stretch my mouth as far as I could like eating a tennis ball. After only a moment he pulled away and said that was enough for now slapping my wife's ass hard making her cry out he went straight to her brown hole dipping a finger into it and making her jerk away from him. He quickly slapped her ass harder this time a loud slap surprising every one present. "Hold still bitch or it will only hurt more," he snarled at her and pushed two fingers into her ass up to the first knuckle. She was ridged and tense as she let him push a third and then a forth finger into her tight ass, he moved his hand from side to side as he did stretching her brown hole open more. I watched him pull his fingers out then push them into my mouth telling me to wet them for him, I did tasting the fowl taste from my wife's ass. Then went back to her ass with his now wet fingers and carried on finger fucking her ass getting more and more open, she was whimpering above me and I could see his fingers where slimy and wet with brownish liquid all over them. "You want my cock in your ass whore?" He asked finger fucking her ass with ease now with short hard trusts.She grunted, "n-no."But he just laughed, "It's just like my fingers only a little thicker," he laughed as did the other two. "Please don't, I've never had sex in my ass please leave me alone," she pleaded sounding scared and making me feel much better.The guy laughed at that and pulled his fingers out, her ass closed but slowly and not completely, staying open a little now a small black hole. He pulled his thick cock up and pressed it against her little hole she jerked forward but he yanked her back and replaced his cock back to her puckered hole. "Now hole still slut, it only hurts a little at first but after you'll beg me to fuck your ass I promise," he said this then leaned forward. I watched two inches of cock force it's way into her ass, it looked impossible for such a large fat cock to go into such a small hole. She howled in pain as he didn't let up pressing his weight against and driving his cock up her ass, with a minute he had his whole cock fully up her ass with his large heavy balls resting against her open pussy, he stayed still a second as she moaned in pain and discomfort. "You're full now bitch, you've never been this full before have you?" he laughed. He then pulled out and proceeded to fuck her as with long slow strikes, she grunted every time his cock hit bottom but it was sounding less discomfort and more like "fuck me harder" to me. The guy must have felt it too as he started humping her ass harder now until he was fucking her ass with powerful strokes making sure he slapped his heavy balls off her cunt. "Your ass is mine now bitch, tell me your ass is mine," he snarled down at her.She was grunting and panting but making no sense above me but she managed to say "Just take me and fuck off," which made them all laugh and the ass fucker to start to really fuck her with anger. She lost it and started screaming the house down."Someone stick a cock in the cunt's mouth and shut her up," panted the guy. Someone kicked my feet and then I heard her cries turn to muffled grunts as someone stuffed their cock in her mouth. Ass fucker was ready to blow his load and I watched amazed as he whipped his cock out of her ass and then to my horror he forced it into my mouth making me suck his shit stained cock. He fucked his cock into my mouth hard for a minute making me gag and almost puke then pulled out and fired his spunk all over my face, man it went every where but I had my eyes closed. Next they pulled me up and made my wife pull my jeans down, she looked at me like I was shit with real anger in her eyes but moved over to me on her knees her huge tits flopping about as she did. Her hair was all over the place and she was sweating like a pig, she grabbed my flies and tugged at my jeans dragging them down my legs. My stiff cock stuck out and my shorts where soaked where I had leaked per come showing her I had been hard for a while now. My hard cock looked tiny compared to the three others and I looked at the carpet. "Your man likes seeing you get fucked bitch, what you gonna do with that little cock?" laughed Leroy, the others laughed too like good soldiers. She turned back to them and said, "Why don't you leave us now, you've had your fun now that's enough." She was pissed off despite the dozen orgasms. Leroy was on her in a flash grabbing her hair and yanking her head back roughly so her face was arched back looking up at him. His long black cock was not rock hard but only a stroke from it. "You shut your slut mouth bitch, unless I tell you to beg me to fuck you, you're my whore now and you will be until I decide I got my monies worth," he spat the words at her scaring her and me."I know plenty of gangbang whores like you bitch, you be good and I'll be good to you too," he said then "Now I want you to show your husband how you love coming on my cock."He pulled her back more and she twisted pulling her legs out, then he shoved her onto her back. "Spread your legs cunt," he commanded and she let her heavy legs flop open, I could see her gapping holes both still open and her hair was matted together with her own come. Leroy dropped down and grabbed a leg in each hand yanking them up and open then unceremoniously rammed his cock into her, she screamed out put with pleasure this time. She is so big that he was able to kneel between her big legs and her cunt was so raise up he was able to slam into her like that still holding her ankles "Come bitch, come on my cock," he grunted banging her pussy with each word. "Come on my 10-inch black cock you filthy white whore," he continued and she wailed and stated trashing about. He had her tits flopping about and her belly shaking with the force. "Come on you fat cunt, show your needle dick husband how you love coming on black cock."And she did, she almost bucked him out of her pussy but he had her good and jack hammered her pussy violently as she swore and screamed coming intensely. When she was only whimpering he stopped and pulled out still holding her legs. "Now your gonna come from your ass bitch."And again he just ploughed his cock into her tight ass hole making her scream again. He fucked her ass as hard as he had fucked her pussy pushing her hips up some more, "Ooh yeah, Ooh fuck yeah! That's it cunt come again."She took his cock with ease after the last monster had stretched her so much and it looked like she was enjoying herself grunting through gritted teeth and pulling her own legs up more to get more of his cock in her. Her tits where now free to flop about on her belly as he rode her hard fucking her ass like an animal.They left after that and my wife went to bed for the rest of the weekend, I avoided her as much as I could and she too. After a week I tried to talk to her about it but she refused and when it was almost a month I tried to have sex with her but she pushed me away. END |
boat.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/26/boat.txt | My wife and I were invited to go sailing on Lake Erie on a small 24' cabin cruiser. It was just the captain, his first mate and the two of us. It was understood that my wife, Victoria, would play the part of "eye candy" for any on-lookers in the harbor by wearing her very small thong bikini. She was more than happy to accommodate as she has a great slim body, an outstanding ass and loves to turn on other men.Victoria did her job very well prancing around the boat until we got out onto the lake where she laid her towel down on top of the cabin, laid on her stomach with her feet towards the back of the boat where we were sitting. She undid her top "to avoid tan lines". After about 5 minutes of her basking in the sun and the 3 of us enjoying the sight of her great ass, she asked if anyone would be offended if she rolled over without putting her top back on. You know, "to avoid tan lines." She got the arousing thumbs up from the crew.Wow, there she was, topless with these 2 other guys not 5 feet from her. I was really turned on wondering where she was going with this. I got a really good idea when she asked the first mate to rub some sun tan lotion on her tits since they were now exposed.The first mate spent at least 5 minutes rubbing her tits and tweaking her nipples and generally giving her a full body coverage rub. This was the first time I'd seen her fondled by another person and I think I was enjoying it as much as the two of them. Victoria got up and pranced around the boat topless for a while. She went to the very front of the boat and pretended to be one of those topless statues mounted at the bow. She was somewhat bummed because there wasn't much traffic on the lake and she was in the mood to be seen, obviously. Her 3 crewmates were thoroughly enjoying it though.She went down into the cabin to turn on some music. As she was climbing back up the stairs, she grabbed the ceiling rail and started a really arousing dance, lots of hip thrusts and grinding. This was all right in front of the 3 of us crew that was sitting on the bench seats that faced each other on the back of the boat.I said she looked great, but her outfit just didn't match. She knew exactly what I meant and agreed. Victoria proceeded to pull off her thong bottom exposing her freshly shaven pussy. What a gorgeous glistening sight. She grabbed the sun tan lotion and came up the stairs, sat on the first mates lap, but facing me. She handed the lotion to the first mate saying he did such a good job before, would he mind now covering her ass and pussy. (of course it was a thong so most was already exposed, but that really wasn't the point)At this point, she pulled out my penis and started sucking on it while the first mate was rubbing and poking his fingers in her. Victoria started pushing and rubbing her ass up against his crotch up and down. She turned around and got his dick out of his bathing suit and got a really big surprise. It was huge at around 9" and the girth of a cucumber. It was at this time the captain gave up on the sailing and just let the wind take us where ever.She made one rule. Nobody was to cum inside her. They had to cum on her face or in her mouth and she would make sure to suck the rest out when we were done. She slowly slid his huge dick in her pussy. Once again, first time for me seeing my wife having sexual contact, but I was loving it! She bent back down and started sucking on me again. Here she was, being fucked by this big dick from behind and sucking on me at the same time. The captain was sitting right next to his first mate really enjoying the show.I wanted to get the full picture for a while so we all changed positions. Victoria tried her best to suck on the first mates dick while the captain did her from behind and I watched. Her beautiful perky smaller tits were bouncing with rhythm as they slapped together. Victoria is a very goal oriented woman and I could tell she wanted to be drenched in seamen with 3 very satisfied and worn out crewmembers. I think the part that turned me on the most was the fact that Victoria was really enjoying the moment. She had 3 orgasms and a smile from ear to ear. (When there wasn't a dick in her mouth.)The 3 of us followed the one rule, come on her face not in her cunt and load her up with dripping semen. The first mate took two turns fucking her, which was really cool since I have always fantasized watching her being done by a huge dick. Victoria didn't seem to mind either.After the crew was worn out and she was confident she had accomplished her goal, she hopped back up on the cabin, spread eagle and still glistening. She told us to keep staring at her pussy as a reward for a job well done. She laid back down and soaked up some rays.END |
picturesofmywife.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/69/picturesofmywife.txt | My wife has one hell of a body, and one of her longtime male friends had asked her multiple times since he's known her (behind my back he thought) if she would share some nude pictures of herself with him. Once Vicki told me he had asked, it put a plan into motion. Why not have him over to watch them being taken? What if he was invited to be in some of them? This would be new to Vicki and it took awhile to get her on board, but finally.Of course, Vicki and I had talked about this beforehand...how we would conduct this little fun picture sharing session. This is how it went. This had started out as just us taking a few pictures of Vicki nude. She intended to print out a few hot but tasteful ones and tuck them into a Christmas card for her friend Al. I had mentioned maybe we should have him over while I take them? He could have some input on poses he'd like? As soon as that sentence got spoken however Vicki immediately was thinking that if that happened I had every intention of having both of them get nude and "pose" together, or maybe all three of us even, but I insisted (somewhat convincingly I thought) that Al's fun was going to be limited to looking. Any enjoying of himself would be in his pants involuntarily or later on at home by himself in fantasy. Vicki didn't completely believe me, but at least I was being given the benefit of a doubt... this time. After a lot of talk back and forth and even more guarantees of what would happen and what wouldn't, the idea of actually letting Al be there while the pictures were being taken began to take root. Vicki had even gone on her own and asked Al personally what he thought about that? Conversations ensued between her and Al, which got related to me by Vicki, and then finally between Al and I over the phone. Even after all of that there was still the feeling that perhaps we both had been a little lax on setting up enough upfront, rock solid, ground rules for Al, but we had definitely let him know there were no guarantees as to his actual culmination of today, even explaining that if got satisfied it would not be how he was probably planning on it. He understood that, he said. That was to be seen in how he acted later, but I was not gonna allow more than I intended... period... and that was that. This was the first time Vicki had ever done anything like this. Being photographed nude and sharing her body in pictures with a man other than one of her husbands, that is. Vicki made it known she'd be hesitant and embarrassed, but if nothing got carried away, and Al was good with that, then we'd ALL have a good time. Truth is we both knew this wasn't as scary and as big of a deal to her that she let on it was. Vicki was as sexual, if not more so, than I ever was, and justifiably proud of her body. But being coy (read, stubborn LOL) and holding out allowed for me to ask her more times, with lots more "pleases" and she very much enjoyed that game of pursuit and control. In the end run she'd be fine with this happening, but I also knew she had no intention of making it look like she was giving in easily. LOL All part of the game we played. From some things she'd said, in reality Vicki had been ready to try this mild step outside of her comfort zone for a long time. She just hadn't admitted it to me out loud. Vicki was tall and lean. Not an ounce of fat on her frame anywhere and she worked out hard every day to make sure it stayed that way. Proud of her body anyway, she had asked me very early on in our marriage if I minded that she have a breast augmentation done to further take her body over the top. I was pretty happy with her natural 36C's. Rock hard and perfect nipples alas it was, but I figured sure, if you want too, go for it! When the bandages came off she had more perfect yet 36 "D's." She was now absolutely magazine perfect.Vicki had chosen the fullest sized "D" implants and though it was only going from "C" to "D" on paper, the noticeable visual difference in size was dramatic. And trust me from that day on, she showed 'em!! And further trust me, around Al was her number one place to do that. He had always been hot for her anyway, but now that her tits were bigger yet, she immediately found a way to be around him in low cut tops to see his reaction so her body now. She found out, fast. Every since that day, he had been VERY focused on wanting to see her nude, get her nude, sleep with her, and he wasn't shy about letting her know it. Vicki loved every flirty remark he had made to her.Knowing how Al felt about wanting to fuck Vicki, she was leery about this picture taking session going too far, but I assured her repeatedly it would be OK. I'd be there. But she kept hinting that Al being there wasn't her real fear. What he'd do. Her real fear, she said, was once everything was getting going I'd push Al to take it further than she might want too, while I took pictures of it.But still, she was after all, all woman to the core, and the erotic is the erotic. And this idea had been playing on her mind quite a while now. Though she tried to give me the impression this was a big step for her, I knew she was dying to get fully nude in front of a man, with my "protection," so some man could see the body she was so proud of, nude. Up until now though she had made out like doing this was a big deal. Despite the fact I knew this idea wasn't totally repulsive to her, but she just wouldn't quite do it. In her thinking, it was better not to let this idea go anywhere and miss some fun, than risk doing it and then when I was getting an inch, I'd want a mile more. But that doesn't mean she wasn't intrigued by the idea of it, or that I knew that. Up until now "the game" of planning and talking Vicki into trying something new was all the further it had gone. The game of it was the whole thing. Not that I was seriously complaining. Everything has to start slowly, someplace. And "the game of this" had contributed to hour's worth of talk back and forth, always a good thing. But a talking match was NOT all I wanted to happen. However since talking was all that ever happened, I figured that would be it, so over time I tried to make myself content with the idea of talking about something happening one day that probably never would. Thing is, I just wasn't all that good at talking myself into that. Anyway like I said, our talks alone had accounted for hundreds of hours of conversation back and forth and just as many hard-ons that got enjoyed along the way. And truth be known, I'm sure it had been the source of more than a few vibrator moments for Vicki when she was alone too. LOL The reason I say that is because Al had obviously been as instrumental in talking Vicki into sharing pictures of herself nude with him finally as I had been. Lately Vicki had brought up the fact that Al had found a surprise moment to walk up, hold her and kiss her, and he was still asking, more earnestly now than before, for pictures. Vicki told me his marriage bed wasn't all that hot anymore and (out of friendship only) "maybe" it wouldn't be that bad of an idea if she just gave him a few pictures, just because. Since it was just to help Al masturbate, he had told her, now that things at home were bad, maybe she'd consider it, for his sake. That was a new stand for her on his idea and news I didn't mind hearing. Long bored with his marriage Al was a player with a longer yet history of bedding a lot of ladies behind their husband's backs. Openly sharing with Vicki who and how many and how it had happened with so and so had allowed them to share a special sexually oriented friendship, without any actual sparks between them, for years now. Vicki was blonde, really good looking. She was long legged, 5'10," and like I said, she had one hell of a body. Attributes not lost on a man that would fuck about any lady that looked good to him. So Al had been after Vicki most of the time they'd known each other to add her to his conquest list, but that had never happened. As the years had passed however the constant flirting and asking to get sexual with Vicki had desensitized her hard stance on anything at all happening with regards to him. It was still NO to lovemaking, but the harm of letting Al see her nude, especially if it was just a picture to "help him out," was not as bad as it once seemed to her. Maybe one can attribute that to the insecurities people in general face as they age. After twenty some years of marriage it's good to hear and be made to feel like you've still "got it." Maybe it was just the constant chipping away of "what harm can it do" from Al, and even me? Maybe it's just how one's views of things change over time. Whatever it was doing it, he had asked for years for Vicki to be more adventuresome, and gotten nothing for it, and it was Vicki now that was asking me if it was Ok that she do this for him? I wondered who was most convincing to her that it really was a no harm crime to do this, me or him? In the end run however, did it matter? As a man who craves seeing his woman appreciated by the looks of men, I can't say I hated her finally changing her mind. But anyway back to this story. So to help you picture this better...Vicki was standing next to the bed. Her arms were raised up towards the ceiling and her wrists were gently tied to the top canopy rail of our four poster bed with loops of soft yarn. I'd taken and printed a stack of pictures already, some in poses on the bed and by the window on the loveseat, and a couple standing up like this. I had along the way been lightly caressing Vicki in all the right spots that I knew would get her heater going for what was about to happen. Just then we heard the doorbell ring. I told her Al was here and I'd be right back with him. At that she began protesting, not heavily though. He was supposed to get just pictures of her. But like this, totally nude, tied up, he could do just anything! The protest came out more like "whoa wait a minute, we still have time to rethink this, we probably shouldn't do this, right?" More of the type of rhetorical, self-assurance thing than it was NO, I'M NOT GONNA DO THIS!!! So, I just gave her a quick smile and said I'd be right back. Vicki didn't try to stop me. I took off downstairs with a few of the naughtier pictures in hand to "casually" lay on the kitchen counter to see if they'd catch his attention before going upstairs. When Al came in I invited him to have a seat at the breakfast bar. He pulled back a bar stool and sat down. I asked him if he wanted a beer. I had laid the pics in a neat pile down the bar a ways but still close enough where he could easily see the top one from where he sat. "Sure, why not? It's five o'clock somewhere," he said smiling. I stalled around with my head buried in the fridge for longer than I needed too hoping he'd find and begin looking at the pictures. When I finally brought him his beer he was already looking intently at each one of the pictures in turn. After a few long, heavy pulls on his beer bottle to quiet his jitters, he seemed more relaxed. Men don't admit to other men that they have jitters that need quieting in situations like this. Men are waaay too macho to admit something like seeing a naked woman being in front of them bothers them in a bad way, but sometimes it does. Especially if it's nude pictures of another man's wife and he's the one that's showing them to you!! LOL Finally he just said it. "Holy shit, these pictures of Vicki are hot!! Man I'd never leave this house, or the bedroom, if I was in your shoes." To me...hearing that assessment of how another man thought my wife looked...music to my ears. "Sooooo, got anymore pictures like these?" Al asked. "Not yet," I said, "but c'mon, I have a surprise for you. We talked about you being in some of the pictures yourself, so let's go take some with you in them. OK?" At hearing that Al moved like a man taking speed. He was off the bar stool and headed into the living room before I even got out of the kitchen and around the breakfast bar to lead the way. I walked past Al to show him we were going upstairs and took the lead up the stairs. When we walked into the master bedroom, Al came to an abrupt stop like he'd just ran into an invisible glass wall. Staring, he acted like he was in shock at seeing Vicki standing there totally nude, tied up, about 6 feet or so in front of us. Al had asked too and tried too about a million and half times, but Vicki had never allowed him to see even so much as an entire boob in 20 years of them being friends. LOTS of cleavage maybe, but that was it. Once he almost got his hand onto her breasts, down the neck of a low cut top, but the timing was wrong, or rather the place was. Vicki stopped him, and it didn't happen. Now however he was 6 feet away, looking at something he had only dreamed about seeing for over two decades. Vicki... completely nude and no hands free to stop him! Now there he stood, slowly nodding his head and not believing it himself. He was smiling like a schoolboy peeping thru a locker room door keyhole at the girl's gym class. It was fun watching him. I just said, "Pretty nice, huh?" He immediately broke into a grin. "Well, duh... hell yeah!! A totally naked woman with a body as hot as your wife's is, who's standing in front of me tied up with her hands stretched up towards the ceiling showing me everything is kind of exciting. 'Pretty nice' is pretty much an understatement, wouldn't you say?" Al said smiling. All three of us laughed at that one. "Take a second Al, look at these other pictures we took before you got here," I said. "No hurry just yet, right?" "I guess not," Al said. "Looks like she's a bit tied up at the moment and not going anywhere. What have you got there?" That comment brought a laugh out of all three of us. Laughing and joking back and forth now, the three of us began looking at the photos I'd just taken. I had been very explicit about the poses and areas I had taken pictures of and since Vicki assumed that these hottest ones were probably for just her and I, she hadn't objected. Seeing now that wasn't the case and hearing the comments and compliments Al was making, Vicki was definitely showing her embarrassment. However, while she was showing her embarrassment, she was also glowing. Vicki was enjoying his compliments about herself as much as I was. Every picture or two Al would say, "Jesus that's hot. Can I have this one?" And I'd say "sure, if you want it." Vicki would nod to give her permission. Of course he wanted "it," I was thinking. He wanted all of them. Al had been very open with Vicki about why he wanted some of her pictures to do private things with. Married with sex readily available or not, most marrieds still masturbate anyway. I do. Vicki does often, and apparently so did Al. That is what put this idea in our minds, sharing pictures of Vicki I mean. It was a controlled turn-on for all involved that would last into the future for all of us. Though I've been asked why this idea doesn't bother me, my wife being seen or even maybe touched by another guy, I guess I see things way differently than most. To me, as long as no commitment grows out of it to challenge my relationship, no foul. I mean oral sex and intercourse can make people who don't even think they're attracted to each other bond. But if it's only doing something to each other, with hands, that in reality we'd all do to ourselves alone anyway with our own hands, then in the simplistic view looking at it for what it is, it's really nothing more than allowing someone else, to masturbate you.There's not a man in this world that would disagree with that statement if it came right down to it. Even men, or women, who claim they don't masturbate themselves are VERY quick to allow someone else to masturbate them on dates, or in bed. So, letting someone else touch you, turn you on, is little more than letting someone else do to you what you do to yourself, or won't do to yourself, but in the end isn't it the same thing? It's complicated, but if love is between the husband and wife, real love, trusted, time-tested love, and masturbation is for fun and that's all, then things that insecure people could never imagine getting thru themselves in their relationships, are apples and oranges non-concerns for me. Besides the idea that other men think my wife is so desirable that they actually have the nerve to tell her they want to masturbate just looking at her pictures, is well... wildly complimentary. That really turned me on. As any man who has ever let another man see his wife nude, it's the comments we get back that makes it worth it, way more even than enjoying the looks on their faces. A positive comment back, believe it or not, offsets any possible jealousy in the situation. Ask any man whose married to a photo model or stripper why they don't mind strange men seeing their lady naked. They'll tell you. Al would look at the pictures and then back over at Vicki standing there. Finally he said, "you know looking at just pictures of Vicki is like smelling donuts from outside the bakery, when I could just reach over there and have one of my own...don't you think?" "Yeah, I know. Just warming you up," I kidded. "Why don't you go get a donut for real if yah want too. I'll grab the camera?" Al was picked carefully. He was PERFECT for this kind of fun. Been around Vicki for 20 years but never even gotten up to bat, never mind to first base. That told me a lot that made me very comfortable with him being the right guy for this. Yet he was still as eager as if he had never been turned down once. Not a terrific looking guy in Vicki's mind so he wasn't appealing to her in that way, and to me, that made him a non-threat to us. Yet there was still enough appeal to the act itself happening, the physical feel of it, that despite a lack of attraction to Al the man, per se, the idea of a willing man she knew and trusted doing something sexual with her had made Vicki wet on more than one occasion when we had discussed this in bed. Like we had both said a dozen times, he was perhaps not Vicki's perfect choice for a man to do something sexual with, but for avoiding problems between us later on, he was the perfect choice for "us." Al didn't have to be told twice. He stepped past me and walked to Vicki's right side. He slid his left arm around her bare back. His hand rested briefly on her bare butt. After lightly squeezing her firm cheeks, he moved it up her back and laid it onto her left shoulder as if they were just casually standing there in public on a street corner. He looked at me and I took a perfect photo. Then he put his other hand on her tummy and slowly began feeling her tight tummy up and down and in circles from her ribcage down to her pelvic bones that showed on her hips. Another pic! Attractive to Vicki or not, he had been attractive to other women in the past. Al seemed practiced and knew just how to tease, start slow and to be sensual about what he did. The guy had been around the block for knowing how to turn a woman on. That was apparent on Vicki's face. He could have, I would have, made a grab for the boobs, especially after wanting to have hands on them for so long, but instead he began slow teasing. Of course the idea crossed my mind that the slow hesitation wasn't all that sensuous, or practiced. Perhaps going slow was about 90% making sure I really didn't mind after all once I saw what was happening in front of me, and so he was going slow for that reason until he saw my reaction, but either way it didn't matter to Vicki. Slow was working and what worked for her was what this was all about. Just then as I was looking at the camera's viewfinder I saw Al was just standing there looking down at Vicki's face and for just a second they locked eyes. I took another picture at that instant. Then Vicki blushed and turned her head away from him and looked down towards the floor. Looking at her, standing there completely helpless in front of both him and me, was so intensely exciting I thought I was going to lose it. But the irony of what just happened was what really got my bells ringing. Vicki was standing there nude, with a man she knew in a few minutes would probably be making her crazy, his hands already touching her... and that didn't make her blush. But when she thought he was gonna kiss her in front of me, that did embarrass her. The shyness of that reaction in her was crazy sexy in its irony. Another picture. Still facing away from him, Al reached around and put his right hand to the side of Vicki's face and turned her head to face him so he could find her lips with his, which she reluctantly did. With his eyes closed, he proceeded to kiss her forehead and cheeks, then back to her ear and then down to the nape of her neck, very gently. Then I watched as he covered her mouth with an open kiss. Vicki's eyes were closed now. The camera flash surprised them both back into opening their eyes momentarily, but they closed again as they got lost in the moment. As he kissed Vicki his other hand went up to her left breast and he started gently massaging and squeezing her boob. I was smiling. I liked it. Vicki's low moans of pleasure said liked it. Another Kodak moment... but I was missing it! Dang! I had to start remembering to remind myself... pics... take pics now... then I could look at all of it as it happened... later! Miss the pics now, no memories of it later to look at. This was mesmerizing, but I had to remember what I was doing. He then moved his hand on down to her bush. Watching him hold her, kiss her and gently feel her as she stood there completely helpless was making come true what was for more years than I could count now, a fantasy I thought I'd never see happen in real life. It was numbingly sexy. I was almost paralyzed just watching it all happening in front of me. I can only imagine what Al was feeling. And the dialog was everything I had ever expected. Al was giving me everything I wanted out of this moment. He complimented Vicki's nipples, her breasts, her way of kissing him, how sexy her tongue was, how tight her body was, how soft and smooth her skin was, how wet she was, how he loved her full natural bush, how hard she was making his cock get inside of his jeans. This is what it is all about for men like me - moments like this - I thought. It made me want to forget all about pictures and immediately untie Vicki and move all this to the bed so both of us could finish with her at the same time. But I didn't. I knew that would ultimately ruin the experience. That is what I wanted to do for myself, not have him included. That was not what this was about... a threesome. In fact I did not want a threesome, ever, with him or any other man, and honestly I had admitted that to myself long ago. I'd never be happy letting another man, any man, actually ever penetrate my woman. Fantasies tend to run wild in one's mind, but those are fantasies for myself, this was about touching, ONLY, for Vicki. Pictures. And THAT was all. I'm glad I didn't blurt anything out that was running thru my mind at that moment. It would have turned into an "I told you so" moment from Vicki and ruined everything. I had made the mistake of letting my fantasies run wild when I shared them with Vicki too many times before. I'd tell her the flash thoughts that ran thru my mind in the course of a particular fantasy exponentially growing and evolving in my mind, but those were not things I'd ever do, just imagination running wild. But inevitably Vicki took what I said as fact and proof that I wanted her to do them for real. Instead of that making her want to stick her toes into it and try something new, get involved, she simply panicked and backed out because she thought that I TRULY wanted those things to happen for real and then everything shut down, including her. This time, even though my mind was again off to the races, I knew what this was about and what I specifically DIDN'T want to happen, and that was for this to end up three on a bed. Finally I was learning to think and not just speak. Had I done that long ago, mentioned just a little and see where it went, I'd not have scared Vicki from trying anything. As my soul mate I know she'd have followed me into some of those things, if I had just laid out just enough to interest her into trying it rather than get so out there with fantasy and details it scared her. Not again I resolved. Live and learn. Snapping out of that daydream I remembered I had pictures to take and I didn't want to miss a thing. When I started l paying attention again Al was still playing with Vicki's bush with his fingertips, but he was now beginning to work his fingers and hand slowly to get them further between her tightly clinched thighs to get to their intended target. It was so obvious Vicki was boiling hot sexually it wasn't funny. I know exactly what her body language means by now and it was extremely obvious to me, if not Al too, that Vicki had already cum at least once simply having her boobs played with. But still the morally old-fashioned thoughts that she couldn't let anyone but a man she actually loved get to her pussy hadn't disappeared entirely, so she persisted in making it difficult for Al to get there. Finally with a small look of frustration on his face Al moved his mouth away from Vicki's and just stood looking into her face as if to say what the heck? It was obvious how embarrassed she was at seeing this look. She tried to hide her face, turn her body, and writhe away. There she was wanting it...but acting like she didn't want it. A real pleasure for both me and Al to watch this struggle, this reality, tugging at her. Not wishing to push too hard, too fast, and ruin it all I said, "AL, I need to talk to you for a second." This would be a good time to take a break. I knew we needed to stop here, in order to continue. "Right now?" Al asked. "Yeah, come here," I said and we both walked out of the room leaving Vicki standing there alone. "What the fuck yah doing? I was so close," Al snapped at me. "This not about YOU being close," I snapped back. "This is about pictures for you later and fun for Vicki and I now. I want her to want it to happen, not have it forced on her," I said. "I know her. The way to do this is to let her just stand there, wet... hot and thinking about what she just stopped herself from getting, just as it was on the verge of happening. Until Vicki is ready on her own, Vicki isn't gonna be ready. I want it to play on her mind a minute. I want her to realize that if she stops you, and she then sees you're not gonna force it, it won't happen. "She'll lose a moment that may never happen but once, and know she lost it because of herself. In other words if this don't happen, this close to it happening a first time, it's all on her. I want her to realize that on her own. Everyone gets disappointed because she stopped it, her friend, me and ultimately herself. Yak understand? "By the time we walk back in there in a second, maybe her own body's needs and the mixture of her own common sense and eroticism will have overridden the no's, said to stop basically what she really wants to happen, and she'll let you go ahead and touch her there. OK?" "If you say so. Sounds complicated but I guess you know her best," Al smiled back at me. I knew he understood what I was saying perfectly. "Oh and by the way," I added. "Not inside... OK?" "What do you mean not inside?" Al asked. "You know what I mean. No fingers inside of Vicki. Just on her lips and no more. Her clit is even more sensitive than her nipples. That you can touch, but not inside of her...today. This is just for pictures, nothing more...today. OK?" Al shot me a look like yeah, right and I wasn't sure if he'd pay attention to me or not, but I had told him. Then he said over his shoulder as we were going back into the bedroom, "what if she wants me too?" He didn't wait for an answer. I knew he didn't want one. He was just telling me to be prepared. If Vicki let him...he fully intended to do it, and he wanted me to know it. After those few properly placed seconds of backing off had elapsed to allow the mood to change inside of Vicki's mind, we went back into the bedroom. Al walked over to Vicki and resumed where he had left off but much more slowly yet than before. I was taking pictures now like it was my job. Al nibbled on Vicki's ears and neck as his hands freely caressed both of her boobs. He played with, pinched, rolled and teased her nipples and I could tell from how Vicki was shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot and how it was her seeking out his mouth to kiss him now, that she was signaling she got it finally, and that now she was "ready." Al had picked up on her changed body language as fast as I had, but he kept avoiding moving his hand down on her just yet, teasing her. Finally and almost as if I had told him "NOW," his one hand began trailing down her tummy and back into Vicki's bush. This time Vicki stood on her tiptoes and had her feet apart, awaiting for the touch her body wanted now. Both had teased all they could stand and now it was both that wanted more. His fingers ran thru Vicki's hair and then as I clicked away, I watched to see if he'd stay on Vicki's clit and go no further, but he didn't even hesitate as he slid his big hand in-between her thighs and found the spot where his fingers could enter her. The gasp from Vicki's lips told me he had found my lover's hole. Her lack of protest, despite the conversations we'd had about this where she had assured me completely that she would not allow him to do that had apparently gone right out of the window. Al had very big hands. Perhaps genetics or maybe the years of being an ironworker had made them that way, but whatever, his hands were larger than the average guy's and his suntanned fingers were thick and long. Vicki had commented on them before. It seemed to intrigue her wondering how such big, tanned hands would look and feel covering her breasts, touching her all over. I knew once they were on her, her own fantasies would kick in about them touching her and so I guess I should have expected that when the moment came perhaps she'd not stick to her "lips only" rule herself. But I had done my part and told Al how it was supposed to be. There's an old saying that the best battle plans are only good until the first shot is fired, then everything changes as it goes. I was partially prepared for that to happen and now that it had, I can't honestly say I was all that committed to stopping it either. If Vicki said yes to it, who was I not to go along with that? To be honest I had thought about "what if he goes inside of her?" myself and maybe because I was a typical man who had a kinky side, I was hoping a little bit that he would. I mean I knew his fingers would pleasure Vicki very well once they had been given the chance to do so. His middle finger alone was bigger than some vibes we had seen in a sex shop while shopping for one for Vicki. From the look on Vicki's face when his middle finger entered her, I was right... big enough to feel good! At this point things changed in the room. This wasn't just a naughty picture taking session any longer that I had envisioned anymore. The reservations Vicki had when we discussed this were now long gone and this was now every bit as much her fantasy playing out, as it was mine. When Al first slid his finger inside of Vicki as far as he could slide it in, Vicki gasped and raised even further up on her tip toes. She was no longer embarrassed about kissing Al in front of me. They were kissing now almost feverishly I guess you'd say. Even though Vicki's arms were tied above her making her movements less fluid, she was still trying to be as passionate as she could be, armless. They both were first angling their heads to the right, then quickly back to the left to get to each other's mouth and tongues better. It was hot to watch. Al's other hand was alternately on first one boob, then the other, squeezing them, almost mauling them. He was not being nearly as gentle with them as I he was at first, and if anything from her responses Vicki liked it like this better than a more gentle approach. At least she did at that moment. I had always felt I should be gentle with her breasts implants, like I could hurt them in some way if I was too rough. Obviously it didn't hurt them to be rougher. Mental note for me later. As my camera clicked, Vicki and Al stood there in front of me making all three of us in the room hot. Vicki's feet were apart further now. Al's right hand was between her thighs and from the movement of his muscled forearm it would have been clear to a blind man he was earnestly finger fucking Vicki now. His other hand and arm was around the small part of her back steadying her, and his mouth was nuzzling and kissing first one breast, then the other one. On her tip, tip, tip, tiptoes now, Vicki's butt was ever so slightly humping air like I'd watched my pet Sheltie Jake do so many times. That thought brought a quick smile. In almost shotgun fashion I could see Vicki shuddering with one aftershock cum after another. The sounds and smell of sex filled the room as Vicki and Al moaned together at what was happening - and pictures - the sounds of the camera's shutter taking lots more pictures was all the sensations in the world I was aware of. I knew at some point Al himself would be who got carried away and therefore he'd be the one responsible for ending this, and finally he was. All along he had been standing in such a way that his pelvis was against her left hip as he played and nursed and kissed Vicki. He had been dry humping her practically nonstop the whole time. Now he was telling Vicki he was so close to cumming himself that he needed to have her get his cock out and hold it to help him finish, and do it NOW!! He was going to untie her hands so she could take it out and... It was then that I heard myself saying, "Ah, Al... not gonna happen buddy. Sorry, but this isn't going that far. If Vicki gets untied, or you even reach for a zipper or a button on your own clothes, this ends." At that moment I'm not sure why I didn't take another picture of the both of them. That way at least I could have looked at it later to see who was the most surprised, Vicki or Al? Up until that very moment, Vicki might have wanted to believe me when I told her "I" would be who stopped how far it went, but she didn't. Deep down she was positive that if she gave me an inch indeed I'd push for that extra mile, and before it was over I'd be begging for Al to ball her half to death on the bed, or on a bale of straw someplace whether she wanted him too or not. But stop it there, I did. Then I looked back at Al. He was still just standing there, mouth open, quizzical look on his face as if to say, why are you telling me she won't be allowed to help me, after I made your old lady cum so many times even she's lost count, and I did so at YOUR request? "Sorry Al, but I told you, you weren't going the places here today that you thought you were," I said to him. "This was about Vicki and I exploring something new. I told you that, clearly, but you didn't think it was really gonna work out like that. I wasn't lying." He just stood there thinking of what to say back, but I continued, "I, we, wanted you to be a part of this because you're an old time friend and one who's paid his dues to get here, do this, with your old friend. But, she's MY old time lover, and MY old time friend too and MY old time everything to me woman. We have loved each other, a long time. That trumps JUST friends. This was meant to be fun... pictures, nothing more, and we specifically chose you to be included in this. Remember that. Now, if this was fun, and you EVER do want to be a part of something like this with Vicki and I again, I, we, would like you to be happy that you finally got to go this far, and not forever blow it by complaining." I was doing my best to show Al he only had two options. He could take it ONLY as far as WE wanted it to go and be grateful and gracious by accepting that, and if he did he might be allowed to do this again. OR, he could push it now, and this would his only time. I wish Vicki had made that clear to him herself, but she had not. That might have been better said to him by a friend, but since she had not made it crystal clear, I felt I had too.Now as I looked back over the last few minutes I was figuring out why Vicki hadn't been such a stickler on setting rules for Al. When it came down to stopping Al from having his finger inside of her, Vicki had done the inviting for him to do it as much as if she's said it out loud. Vicki may have accused me of being the one who'd go too far, but she knew when it was time and she was into it, she'd be the one who set the limits, and in this case, there weren't any. The joke was on me, I thought. Twenty years and I'm still being surprised by Vicki. I knew we'd discuss this later, but not now. Back to Al again I went on, "We'll get together again, sometime, trust me, and we'd like you to know you are the ONLY man we'd like to be here. So please, can't we all just take it for what it is, this time, and not leave here mad? Perhaps next time you'll get what you want right this second, and maybe more, who's to say right now, but not this first time. OK?" Saying those things as nicely as I could while still leaving a fantasy foot in the door for him mentally for a 'next time' broke the mood well. What might have ended badly, ended entirely differently between us all. But the idea he had of what he "might" get to do next time was all it was, an idea. This was not going to involve him doing anymore next time, or anytime, than he was allowed to do with Vicki today. I reached up and untied Vicki's hands, and a when I did Vicki stood there rubbing her wrists for a moment. At times the yarn, soft as it was, had supported nearly her full weight on shaky knees. Then she stepped forward, reached over on her own and she stroked Al's still hard cock thru his jeans for a moment or two. Then she let go and put her arms around his neck. As she pressed her body against his, they kissed a short kiss. Then Vicki almost whispering asked, "we still OK, Al? Still friends?" "Sure we are," Al said. "Only now we're better friends yet. I had a GREAT time today. I got to live out a dream I thought would never happen. I hope one day we can do this again." Vicki smiled back and him and said, "Always the gentleman, aren't you? In return for being sweet you'll get paid back one of these days. What is it they say? What goes around, comes around? Today was my first time doing this. Next time... who knows? OK?" Then Vicki came over to me and we kissed each other. At the same time we both whispered in each other's ear, "thanks...I love you." It was the most sexy part of the day for me. I wish he hadn't, but Al broke the mood by suddenly asking in a really cheery voice, "So, let's see those pictures you just took." And so for the next hour or so we had a few beers, printed and divided up who got what pictures, and generally had a good time together, without anymore sex. ***So that's basically what happened. Oh, and yes we did have a "soon." Not right away and not under the same circumstances, but we all did have a "soon." In fact there were two occasions when something happened. One with all of us there and once when I wasn't. I'm Ok with the one time I wasn't. It wasn't a planned thing behind my back despite what some of you might be thinking. Here's what happened. I was sitting in my La-Z-Boy watching a football game. It was a couple of days before Christmas and Vicki had been out doing some last minute Christmas shopping for herself, and also grabbing a few last minute things for Lisa, he daughter, because she had asked her mom if she'd do that while she was working. Anyway I heard the back door from the garage open and in came Vicki. She dumped a pile of bags of things she'd bought out of her arms onto the kitchen table and then came walking in briskly to the living room. As soon as she got into the living room she picked up the remote and turned off the game. "Hey," I said, "Whatchah doin'? I'm watching that?" Vicki didn't say a word. She just reached out and took a hold of my hand and almost pulled me out of the recliner. "Let's go to bed," she said and lead me into the bedroom by the hand. I was almost trotting to keep up. "What's going on?" I asked. But Vicki didn't answer me. Once in the bedroom she unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them and then pulled them down on my hips until they fell to the floor by themselves. Then she started undressing herself. I was smiling ear to ear and kept asking "what's going on?" but Vicki just looked at me and smiled and kept saying, "I'll tell you in a minute." Finally we were both naked and in bed. Vicki started kissing me and playing with my dick and it was getting harder and harder. Between kisses I kept asking" what's gotten in to you... what's going on?" In just a few minutes I was rock hard. Vicki mounted me and once on top I could feel her reaching between our bodies until she had my cock in her hand. I felt her rubbing the head of it between her wet lips, and then I felt it slide into the wettest pussy I had felt in that bed in a long time. As soon as it slid in she wiggled her butt a little and gave it two quick humps to make sure I was buried in her to the hilt, and then she just stopped moving and laid there on top of me pressing her pelvis down against mine hard, and smiling at me. Then she said, "Ask me how my day went shopping?" I did, and this is the story I heard. They had ran into each other accidentally on the parking lot while Vicki was at the mall. It wasn't planned, it just happened. After a yell at her to get her attention Al motioned her over to his truck. Vicki went over to say hi and they ended up sharing what was to be a few minutes sitting together in his truck talking. With the ice already broken with the picture thing and all, within seconds of Vicki getting into the truck Al had reached over, kissed her lightly on the cheek and as he did that, he started gently squeezing and feeling her tits through her blouse. Then he unbuttoned it. Vicki said she was a bit startled at his bravery in such a public place, but though she knew she probably should stop him, the situation was so controlled and safe because of how public the parking lot was, she didn't. When he had completely unbuttoned her blouse Al slid his hand easily and quickly into it and down into a bra cup. Vicki told me it was almost nonchalant the way it ended up there. Vicki said she gave a nervous look around at the parking lot to make sure no one was watching. Seeing no one around at all close by she allowed him to go ahead and fully unbutton it. Anyway Vicki said it was all so smooth and matter of fact how it happened that she started to realize that Al was turning her on, and fast. Then she closed her eyes and rode me a little faster, but said nothing more right then. "Go on with your story honey. This is getting good," I heard myself saying. "And don't stop fucking me while you talk." Vicki went back to telling me how Al had just casually reached over and unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hands into her bra cups as if they were his tits to play with. Then apparently he decided that wasn't enough so he one handedly unfastened her front-clasp bra. Then he pulled it down and out of the way to free both of her "D's" to his touch and view. Both of Vicki's boobs were now completely bare and her blouse totally wide open. Vicki said she had reached up to move his hand, or close the blouse, something, but Al had taken a hold of her hand and put it back in her lap without missing a beat conversationally. Vicki said she didn't try to stop him again. Vicki said she did however keep a lookout herself to see if anyone was parked close by and watching. Together her and I had always been this open sexually with showing and playing with her breasts in public or semipublic places, so it felt so natural to have them exposed in public that when Al started doing it, it didn't freak her out. Besides, although Al could see both of them, he told her coat prevented anyone else on the parking lot from seeing them. That left only seeing them through the front window to worry about. After turning sideways in her seat to face him, that took care of that. As far as being comfortable with Al seeing them, it wasn't like he hadn't already. And Vicki said she was getting so hot, frankly she didn't care what he or anyone else could see. When pressed for details about what happened next, Vicki said he had leaned over towards her and began gently cupping and massaging each of her breast with both of his hands now, and he had played with her nipples especially. She admitted the way he matter-of-factly took command of her boobs, playing with them as if they were his to play with, that though she was talking and not acting like it was bothering her, she REALLY liked how he was playing with her and it was making the crotch of her jogging pants soaking wet and she knew it. At one point he had leaned over further and sucked each nipple for just a second, then blew his breathe lightly over her wet nipples. He liked seeing them rock hard, he said. Every now and then when Vicki recounted a particularly hot detail she'd stop talking for a bit, close her eyes, and fuck me faster. "What did you think when he wet your nipples and blew on them to make them hard?" I asked. "Did you like that?" "I don't know why," Vicki said, "but that was really sexy when he did that and then told me why." That rush of flirty intimacy had prompted Vicki to scoot over some on the truck seat to get closer to him and then she put her hand on Al's thigh. Nothing crazy she said, just an open palm on his thigh. Close to his dick but not on it, just slowly sliding it up and down his leg and massaging his thigh muscle. Al told her between her boobs and her hand rubbing his thigh she was giving him a better hard-on than his wife had given him in years. Though that's the kind of thing all guys would say and Vicki knew it, she still liked hearing it. Vicki went on to say Al had tried several times to take her hand from his thigh and move it over onto his hard dick so she could feel it, but she had not done that. Almost apologetically Vicki said she hadn't meant climbing into his pickup after running into him to turn into a tease. It just happened they were both there and she got in to talk a bit and things just unfolded very quickly, with his hand in her blouse and all. And though it was nice for her, she had not meant for it not to be nice for him too. She admitted she was mostly into what was happening to her and thinking what a nice surprise it was in her day to be made so hot so fast, so unexpectedly, and how it was pretty cool to know that as "an old married woman" she had given him a hard-on so fast. She never really thought about Al much in all of that except to tell herself he was having a nice time too just like it was. Some "old married woman" I said smiling. Even if I didn't love you, you'd still be the hottest, most beautiful woman I ever knew, at any age. "You're just saying that," Vicki chided me. "Yep," I said. "just like I did twenty years ago... yesterday... the day before that..." That earned me a kiss and then for a long moment or two the story stopped and we fucked each other like it was our first date. Then I caught what Vicki had said a minute before. I moved my head to look into her face and asked her why she mentioned she was apologetic for getting into his truck and things seeming like it was a tease? Vicki had told me several times in bed since the picture taking session that it bothered her to not have "given back" that day in the bedroom...just to be fair. She owed him that as a friend, she said, but she had always indicated that actually touching another man's (other than mine) stiff, bare cock was a big step for her.Knowing how Vicki thinks, I know she genuinely felt that way. So I absolutely believe she wasn't in that truck cheating for the sake of wanting him to fuck her. If handling a man's bare cock is a problem, then she wasn't thinking about fucking him. "OK, so where did the idea that you were teasing him come from?" I asked again. "Al called me a tease," Vicki said. "At first it made me mad and I moved away from him and stopped him from touching my boobs, but as I did he went on and on about it." "What did he say?" I asked. "He said I was selfish," Vicki said. "That I had told him I felt bad that I didn't give back, but when I had the chance, I wouldn't. He said when my hands were tied he wondered what it would be like when they weren't. He had fantasized about being touched back and that I had told him I didn't feel good about it not 'being even' before and what was all that 'what goes around, comes around' bullshit about? Lies? Apparently I was more into using guys, teasing them, than anything else." "That really hurt me," Vicki went on to say. "I was so mad I couldn't see straight. But the more he said, the more it began to hit me...he was right." "He wasn't right to say that," I said in defense of Vicki. I held her a little tighter and ground my pelvis against hers as we continued to fuck each other. "Oh yes he was," Vicki shot back. "I might not have liked hearing it, but he was right. I was willing to let him please me and make me hot for the second time, but I had my hand an inch away from giving back to him, like I had self-righteously told myself I would do 'next time', if there was a next time, yet when the time came to do it, I didn't do it on purpose. I just sat there content with him doing that to me, but doing nothing back. I had my hand on his leg. "I made sure I stopped sliding it any further in that direction when I was just an inch or two from his cock, on purpose. I was looking right at his dick. I saw it was hard and sticking up so I knew EXACTLY where the head of it was in his pants, and I purposely moved my hand right up next to it but made sure I stopped before getting to it. "I watched him raise his butt off the seat in anticipation even when I got close to it, but I refused to go ahead and touch it even after he asked me too several times. I was teasing him." "What did you do?" I asked. "I apologized to him," said Vicki. "And then I told him it wasn't my intention to tease him. It was just the opposite, and it had really bothered me it was all one-sided before." Then Vicki told me she scooted back across the bench seat in the pickup and right next to Al this time. She leaned over and lightly kissed Al's cheek to calm him down, and again said she was sorry. "So, what happened then?" I asked. Vicki began slowly (not looking into my face) and she said, "As I was kissing Al I reached down and finally put my hand on his cock in his jeans. I felt really bad that he thought I was teasing him. I began rubbing and playing with it in his jeans until it got really hard again and then when he asked me to do it again.I used both hands and I unzipped him and I took it out of his pants. He calmed down and his mood changed almost as soon as I did that. He had one arm around me now since I was sitting so close, and he put his other hand back into my blouse and back onto my right breast and he started gently squeezing it again and I started to jack him off." "Does it embarrass you to admit that to me?" I asked. "It shouldn't honey. We talked about all of this... a lot of times. You know how I feel about that. It was bound to happen when you get into something like this with another guy, sooner or later."I knew it bothered you not giving back the other time and so I've known all along eventually if you meant that, it was just a matter of time until his cock was going to get played with. You know I must have known that when I didn't immediately say, "oh know you don't, you're never gonna do that," didn't you? I swear to you I'm not mad sweetheart. I love you." Try as I might I was sure her admission of this was gonna make me cum. I tried everything...thinking of other things momentarily even and the rush of wanting to cum right then faded. "I know all of that," Vicki said. "It's just that I have never done anything like that before and I guess I kind of wasn't completely sure how you'd take hearing it that I had done it." "Honey," I said. "Where are you? You're in my bed, talking to me, fucking me, being honest. Right? I trust you with my life. WE decided Al could be with you, not me alone or you alone. I've already watched him finger fuck you. It was just a matter of time before you held his cock. I knew that. If this goes on long enough he'll eventually fuck you with it. "Maybe with me there, or not, but it will happen and you'll not only let him, you'll be holding it then to guide it into your pussy. I know it and I think you know it. And then, just like now, nothing bad will STILL ever happen between us to affect you and I. "Telling me you did that to him is why I trust you with my life. Secrets hurt, honestly makes yah closer. We've talked about all of this many times. The fact you did it is well, something we both discussed would probably happen at some point, and if there was any problems with it I'd have said so by now. OK? I love you." "I know you love me," Vicki said. Then thoughtfully Vicki went on to say, "I felt I had to do it, kind of. After being called a tease. It was like a challenge to me personally, to my character. I had to do it to show him I'm not a tease. Do you know what I mean?" "Baby, baby, baby," I said. "Of course I do. I love you. I'm glad you told me all of it. Go on with your story.""But you're wrong," Vicki said, "I'll never let him fuck me.""You sure?" I asked. "He makes you get waaay too hot... waaaay too fast to say never, don't he now?" Vicki just shyly smiled back at me, but she didn't say anything. Vicki then went on to say, more confidently now, that with her sitting so close to him that the angle of his hand and arm reaching into her blouse, things in front were gaping open much more now than before, so now both of her boobs were showing out the front windshield to anyone who passed by and looked. When she became aware of that, that she was totally nude in front of God and everybody, Vicki said she had let go of his cock and again tried to move her blouse or coat to hide them some, but again he stopped her and told her not to do that. He liked looking at them as she did that to him, he said, and he'd watch out for anyone walking or driving by if she'd just let them show. Besides if anyone saw such beautiful tits, he'd not care and she shouldn't either. If anyone said anything he'd simply tell them to mind their own business, they were his wife's tits. So she didn't try to hide them again from his view. Vicki said instead she kind of kept an eye out herself anyway. Vicki admitted that she was probably overcompensating for just being called a tease, and so she was allowing things to happen she normally wouldn't by not covering up her boobs in public with him and all, but as long as both kept looking around she let him keep on feeling and looking at them openly while she jacked him off. Plus she kept thinking, maybe he'd cum faster if he could see her boobs while she was doing that to him, so she allowed it. "What was he saying, doing all this time?" I asked. "Every word, and what were you thinking? I want to know everything." "Well, every now and then," Vicki said, "I'd look down at his cock as I was jacking him off, just to look at it. In fact I'm not sure that I ever stopped looking at it except for a couple of times when Al took his hand off of my boob and used it to move my head up towards him so he could kiss me, but then when he'd move his hand back to my boob, I'd go back to looking at his dick in my hand again. "It was smaller than it looked in his jeans. Smaller than yours for sure. I'd guess maybe 6" long, not as thick in my hand, but very hard. The head of it was different looking than yours...smaller...more pointed I guess you'd call it. Strawberry shaped is maybe how to best describe it. Hard to explain." "Did looking at and holding his cock turn you on more than you already was?" I asked. "It's funny you asked me that," Vicki said, "because I remember after he called me a tease, it broke the mood for me and I wasn't turned on at all anymore. I remember kind of feeling that I had to do this, prove something to him, when I scooted over and began rubbing it in his pants. But after I got it out and I saw it and was holding it, feeling how stiff and hard and hot it felt in my hand, and listening to what he was saying to me, and seeing what I was doing to him, I began getting hot again really quickly. I think jacking him off, holding his cock, made me hotter than he'd made me get by touching me. Watching his reactions, when I had his cock in my hand I felt like I owned him, totally controlled him, and that makes me hot, if you know what I mean?" Vicki admitted to me that on the way home just thinking about how hard his cock felt in her hand, looking at it, watching how she had made him spurt his cum out everywhere was why she was so hot and wet and so wanting to fuck me when she walked into the house. Waaay more so than just being played with herself. "I do know what you mean about the feeling of controlling someone while you're playing with them or fucking them," I said. "So, go on. What did he say while you were jacking him off?" I asked. "He told me he loved me and he had for a long time. I don't know if that is so, but he said it. Probably because he was so hot. He told me I was good at jacking him off, better than anyone ever had done it to him. Oh and he told me it was sexy looking at my hand on his cock and that he wanted to fuck me so badly he could taste it. He said he wanted to fuck me about ten times. And other than just moaning, I don't think I remember anything else he really said," Vicki told me. "So that was it?" I asked. "I think so, yes," Vicki said. "He never stopped playing with my boobs... oh he did tell me a dozen times at least how he loved my nipples... and how nice and big and firm my boobs were. And then I guess after I had been jacking him off for maybe a few minutes he suddenly said, 'I'm gonna cum now... don't stop' and then he came everyplace. So he came pretty fast and I didn't do that to him for very long." "Did my lover make Al's little pee-pee cum a whole lot," I teased. "Yeah," Vicki said. "I guess I did," she said smiling. "Anyway I was watching it when he told me he was about to cum and his first spurt shot way out of the end of his dick. I have no idea where that went," Vicki said laughing. "Then his second one shot out, but not as far as the first spurt, and then I could feel it jerking in my hand as he came. Each time his cock throbbed, cum would come out and ooze down onto my hand. Like yours does. I have always liked watching cum come out of a man's dick," Vicki said smiling. "It was pretty cool watching it, knowing I made him do that." "You're naughty," I said kidding. "So did you jerk him off the whole time he was cumming or just hold it and watch it when he started?" I asked. "I kept jacking him off... just like I do you," Vicki said. "I held onto his dick until after he was done and it started to go soft in my hand. I asked him if it was a good one for him, and he just smiled and laid his head back on the seat. Then I asked him if that felt like I was teasing him to see what he'd say." "Just like you do me?" I asked kiddingly. "When you jack me off you usually go down on me with your mouth to make me cum faster. Did you do that to him too?" I asked, though I knew better. "NO, I didn't. You know better than that," Vicki said. "OK maybe not JUST like I do you, but other than sucking him, almost like I do you. OK?" "So what else did he say, about was THAT teasing? And what did he say while you jacking him off, all of it," I asked? "He told me it was wonderful, just like he'd thought it would be, and he asked me to not let go of it for a while, looking down and seeing my hand, on his cock, looked good and felt good. He said he had wanted to see and feel my hand on his dick for a long time and now that it was finally there, he just wanted to enjoy it a little while longer. Then he said he hoped my hand would be on it a lot more in the future." "What did you say to that?" I asked. "I told him I had no intention of ever teasing him again," Vicki said. "I told him if we were ever in this situation again, there would be no more teasing." "And then he asked me a strange question that might interest you," Vicki said with a twinkle in her eye. "What's that?" I asked. "He asked me if your cock was bigger than his? He wanted to know the size of your dick. Must be some kind of guy thing because I know you was curious about his dick size. What's up with that," Vicki asked smiling? "What did you tell him," I shot back. "I told him the truth, that you had the biggest dick I had ever had, and he dropped it. Well, later on when neither of us were even still talking about it he did bring it up again. Out of nowhere he asked me that even though your dick was bigger did I think that if he ever fucked me, if I'd be satisfied with his? I told him his was more than big enough to satisfy any woman, including me, and that seemed to kind of make his face light up when I told him that." Then things came to a screeching halt. Some guy on a cell phone pulled into the parking spot across from them. He could look right into their windshield, and he just sat there talking on his cell phone while looking at them and shuffling papers. Contractor conducting some business maybe, but whatever or whomever, being so constantly watched by the guy on the phone switched on the paranoia and that killed the mood and things got cut short. So that was the extent of that encounter, Vicki said. Al quickly put his dick back in his pants, and she slipped her bra back up into place and buttoned up discreetly, and that was about it. You might call me naive, but with the kind of love we have, the kind I told you about above, that is what makes me believe in her totally, still. Why? Two reasons. One is because I believe in her love, her heart and her values. When she got home I was taken into the bedroom and fucked within an inch of my life as she told me all of this. Al could have easily taken care of her after he had made her horny if she had let him. The fact that I was inside of Vicki, and he wasn't, was all the proof I needed of her being true to me. As long as she tells me everything she does when she's not with me, while she's in bed with me, I'll be fine with all of it. In fact if every time is as good as it was today in bed after Al got her hot, I hope next time he's a bit braver in public while he has her that hot already and takes advantage of the fact that she loves to wear jogging pants. LOL Now her reaction to that would be something to listen too. I've been in them and once she gets hot, it's the thing great stories are made of, let me tell you! LOL Oh and another reason I believe in Vicki is because I know her mentally. How she thinks, and she thinks long and hard about everything she does, before she does it. The reason it went this far is, though she was aware of how hot he'd probably get her, and how hot she knew he'd get, in her mind she knew it wouldn't go any further, because of where they were when it happened. Vicki ALWAYS made sure if anything even might happen there was a safety valve in place to control what happened. With that safety valve in place, why not enjoy getting hot, and making him that way? I had asked her that question a hundred times. Over time the logic of it had sunk in evidentially. Anyway Vicki went on, there, in that public place, they were both enjoying a moment and yet the place where they were was an airtight guarantee nothing more than petting would happen, that she didn't want to happen. The perfect scenario. To date Vicki and Al have never been totally and completely alone. And that's not coincidental in twenty five years of knowing him. It's been on purpose all of that time. Vicki is well aware that Al wants to fuck her, behind my back or in front of it. Vicki also knows she holds all the cards on that ever happening. She's told me many times, as long as she controls where they are together, public and never private, nothing will happen, or can happen. So it don't matter what Al wants to do, or how badly he wants to do it. There's no threat to being around him, as long as the place is always public. That one fact is what finally convinced her that pictures would do no harm. Oh sure we were both aware that it would make him perhaps want to fuck her even more after seeing her nude body, but then if she made sure they were never alone, how could he? What happened today in that parking lot didn't change that. Al had already been with Vicki and seen her nude, gotten her hot. No new ground was broken and I knew it. If she wanted Al to fuck her, we both know she could get that to happen anytime she wanted it too. She knows she's free to go anyplace she'd like, including Al's place with him secretly today. But we both also know she won't do that. That's why I love her and with all of my heart; why I believe in her. All the time this story was being shared Vicki had been cumming almost involuntarily every few minutes or so. Finally as I held her tight, I felt I couldn't hold back anymore and I let my load go deep inside of now drenched pussy. I could feel her wetness running down onto my thighs and my balls were as wet as Vicki was. As satisfying as it had been, it wasn't the extent of our lovemaking that day though. This was a GOOD story. One I had enjoyed hearing and one that could be probably be shared again and again, each time while making love all over again. LOL And twice more that day we did just that. *** Sometime I'll tell you about the only other time we all got together and how that went. But I don't have time right now. So until then... Oh, and in case you think this was just another made up story? You are dead wrong!! 100% of this actually happened. The last part just 4 days ago.END |
norman.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/67/norman.txt | Back in the sixties, I was a young divorcee working and going to college, sowing my wild oats in a big way. I'd been branded with a big scarlet A for being the first woman in my home town to get a divorce, and being of high intelligence, I figured if you're already fallen, you might as well enjoy the bottom and forget about the morality at the top.One of my lovers was a man who traveled through my town twice a month. He always called me, and we'd have dinner, then go back to his hotel room for some hot and heavy sex. John was good in bed, and we had the kind of relationship where I didn't ask about his other lovers, and he didn't ask about mine. We just accepted what we had and enjoyed it for what it was.He was short, about 5'5, but with a trim build. He had laughing brown eyes, dark curly hair, nice features with a very sexy mouth (which he knew how to use, in every way) and a nice thick cock, not too long.One night during dinner, I happened to mention that I'd been dating a gay man for over a year. Norman was in the closet, and I was his cover for family and those acquaintances who didn't know he was gay. John said he'd never tried sex with a man, but had always wondered what it would be like. I laughingly offered to call Norman for him. He quickly said no, and we dropped the subject.After our usual torrid sex, we were lying on the bed idly chatting, and he brought up the subject again. Without giving him a chance to back out, I picked up the phone and called Norman. I told him where I was, and asked him to come over immediately.When I hung up, John looked up at me with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and several other emotions. I just laughed and told him to relax, that Norman would be very gentle with him.Norman was there in less than ten minutes, and when he realized why I'd called him, a wide smile covered his face and he hugged me. Then he stripped and joined us in the bed.Norman was tall, with a heavy build. He had ash blond hair and blue eyes, and "boy next door" looks. I'd never seen his cock before, but was pleasantly surprised at its length and thickness. "Pity you aren't bi," I teased, and he winked at me, laughing.He looked at John for a long time, as John lay there blushing, eyes closed. Then I dropped my head and began sucking one of John's nipples. He gasped and shivered, but before he could do anything else, Norman had dropped down to cover the other. John was moaning, "No, no, no." But at the same time, his hands were on the backs of our heads, holding us close to him. I shook with silent laughter, my own passions assuaged and so able to tease him without driving myself crazy.After a long time, Norman started sliding down his body. John moaned and his hand tightened on my head. He shuddered convulsively when Norman took all of him in his mouth."Nobody ever did that to me," he panted. His body arched off the bed as he came, screaming loud enough that the neighbors pounded on the walls.He collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, face and torso bright red. Norman and I snuggled him close, kissing and caressing him until he recovered.He finally looked up at Norman then, and whispered, "Thank you."Norman laughed and kissed him. John was so shocked he didn't respond at first, but then I saw his jaws move and his eyes close, and he responded with all the passion in him.I went to the shower, leaving them to play alone. Norman left when I did, John asleep on the bed, smiling idiotically.John called me the next morning to thank me, and said he'd call me the next time he was in town.When I didn't hear from him in several weeks, I finally mentioned it to Norman, saying I was afraid John had been upset by the experience. Norman went scarlet and dropped his eyes, turning hastily away from me. The truth hit me, and I started laughing."I've lost men to other women before, but this is the first time I ever lost one to a man," I told him. "Remind me not to introduce you to any of my other lovers."Relieved at my reaction, he hugged me and laughed with me.END |
double.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/40/double.txt | I am one of those weird people who read erotic stories. Yes, I admit it. Once I start reading them it's hard to stop. Some stories are total trash; of course that is only my opinion. But then you come across a story, not paying any attention to the author's name, you never heard of him or her but the title of the story draws your interest. You decide to click on it and kind of give it a scan through, not really reading it. After you scan through about a third of the story, you stop and think to yourself this is pretty good. You put your pointer back to the story beginning and start reading every word.The author has drawn you in or is it your own emotions that are making you read this story? Another story about a spouse having an affair. Damn! I hate stories about affairs. The wife fucks some guy, either a stranger or her husband's best friend. She leaves some stupid clue and her husband finds it. Now he has to do something about it.He faces her with the cheating facts. She says how much she loves him and it was just sex. It didn't mean anything. She tells him how much she loves him and had just made a big mistake even though she did it a half of dozen times. She cries and begs his forgiveness and promises never to do it again. What a crock of shit! Or is it?I'm just an ordinary guy. Mid-fifties, happily married, have been for thirty years. I worked most of my life in sales. I sell products for the home. The company had a home-based store stationed in Chicago but we, the sales force, had to travel fairly often. We went to the surrounding states to keep in touch with our retail stores. Speaking for myself it did get lonely sometimes, being away from the family and at night really missing my wife. There were times that I would go down to a lounge just to be around other people. Of course there were generally women alone or with a small group of women. I might dance and talk to them just for the company. In the beginning I didn't set out to have sex with them but it happened. This constitutes an affair in most people's book. I picked up a woman, took her to my room and had sex with her. I've done this many times over the years. I never thought much about it. I was in a strange town or even a strange state. I was horny and did something about it. I found someone else in the same predicament and had sex with her. Not love but sex.Now I have to tell you. I love my wife. I am a devoted family man. Our family spends time together, I went to all school events when they were younger and I even attend church once in a while. I also love my grandchildren. I am like a lot of men out there. I'm not proud of my affairs but I'm being honest with myself and with you. I could sit in my room and masturbate while watching an x-rated movie or read erotic stories on the computer and jack off. I'm not being funny here, I'm being honest.I think of all the names the readers of erotic material call the woman who has had an affair. Bitch, whore, slut, and many more. They want the husbands to dump their wife, beat them up and in some cases kill the mother fuckers. They never try to understand them or why they did it. They don't take the time to listen to them and most of all never forgive them.Is there still a double standard? Should a woman forgive her husband if he has an affair or should she just grab him by the short hairs and divorce him?If he says, "I love you, I just made a big mistake, it was just sex. I was just so lonely and you weren't there. God, how I wish you were. It is you I love and want to spend all my remaining years with. Please believe me, don't end this marriage. I know it will take time but we can work through it." Sound familiar?Well, surprise! That is what happened to me just last week. One of the women I had sex with was followed by her husband. He found out who I was and contacted my wife. When I got home she just came out and told me about the man calling her. She asked me point blank if it was true? Did I have an affair with this man's wife? It was too late to try and deny anything. I just looked at her and she had tears in her eyes as I told her "Yes, it is true." Then I told her all the things that I just mentioned to you.She told me she needed time to think. As of then, she had no idea what she was going to do. She asked me to please sleep in the spare bedroom until decisions were made. As of now she didn't want to be in the same bed with me.The cheated husband offered to send her pictures and recordings of me having sex with his wife. Miriam said she knew it happened but really wasn't interested in seeing all the details close up. She was distraught enough just knowing it happened.There was so much more to think about than just separating or divorcing. Of course someone would have to tell the kids. Then we have all of our assets to separate. Dividing the savings accounts, cd's (certificate of deposit), my future pension plan, my 401k. Then at our age there is even the insurance to think about. It might sound funny to some people but health insurance is a pretty big expense that someone has to pay. We couldn't afford to lose it.She was a homemaker who spent most of her life making a home for us and the kids. She only worked part time jobs to help us pay up some of our bills when we got behind. So then there could possibly be alimony. I'm sure the courts would feel she deserved some money for her 30 years of us being together.I haven't even thought about the house value and all our personal stuff that we accumulated over the last thirty plus years. Damn, this could turn into a real mess. We're talking about possibly more than a few hundred thousand dollars or even much more when considering all the assets.The odd thing was, as I have said earlier, I really love my wife. I guess I was able to separate the sex from love. I know I have never loved any of the women I picked up. The sex was good, why wouldn't it be. I get her pussy wet, she gets my cock hard, I stick it in and both of us have an orgasm. I did use condoms most of the time.After about two days of pretty much silence I came home from work and told Miriam I had some good news. Joe Bailey was retiring at the end of the month. I was the senior sales rep which meant I could take his territory. I would hardly ever have overnight stays again seeing he had the local sales area. I wouldn't be away like I have been in the past. Miriam said, "That's great, Harry, it could help solve part of our marital problems." She then looked at me and said, "Harry, it's time to talk." We both had a cup of coffee and sat down in the living room."Harry," she said, "I'm going to let you decide whether or not we stay together. It is going to be up to you." I blurted out, "If it's up to me we will live together forever.""Not so fast, Harry. Please listen first to what I have to say. Then if you still feel the same, we'll stay married.""I don't understand, Miriam. What do you want to say?""Please don't interrupt me, Harry, I have to get this out. About two years ago you were in Indiana and I called you at the motel to talk to you. You were out of breath when you answered the phone. Then I heard a woman talking in the background.""But, Miriam, it must..." She cut me off."I'm done listening to your excuses and lies, Harry. I know you had a woman in your room and was having sex with her. You could hardly wait to hang up. I figure she had your dick in her mouth. I was distraught after hanging up the phone. I was crying when there was a knock at the door. I opened it up and it was my brother-in-law Steve. He came over to see how I was doing since you were away. My sister Barbara stayed at home. Steve said she wasn't feeling well. Steve saw me crying and asked me what was the matter? I just put my head on his shoulder and continued crying. He wrapped his hands around me and held me close.""I was mad at you, Harry. I was lonely, distraught, and wanted revenge on you, Harry. All I had on was my robe and nightgown. Steve pulled the belt loose and slipped off my robe. He then led me over to the couch. As we sat there, I told him that you were having an affair. At this very minute you were fucking some slut. I looked at Steve and you know how we always use to kid around. Well, this time I told him I wanted him. I wanted him now. I wanted my revenge against you, Harry. Steve took off his trousers and briefs. His cock was standing hard and at attention. He slid my nightgown over my head and I straddled his lap. I grabbed his hard cock and guided it into your wife's pussy, Harry. You were the only man that I have ever had till that night with Steve."I had tears in my eyes listening to Miriam talk about her affair with Steve. Besides being my brother in law he was also one of my friends. It was hard to believe she could do this to me. She was always a loving wife.She continued, "Well, Harry, Steve just rode my pussy and played with my tits till he was ready to shoot his load in me. He didn't have on a condom. I was sure he was clean and I have been past the baby stage for a few years. He shot his load up my pussy, Harry. Just like you were doing to that slut. We probably all came at the same time, Harry."I looked at Miriam, her face sad. "Was that the only time, Miriam? Was that the only time you ever cheated on me?""No, Harry, Steve and I did it six different times whenever you went out of town."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My loving wife had cheated on me six different times. "Why did you stop, Miriam?""Well, Harry, like you said, it was only sex. No love, no compassion, just sex. I felt I had gotten my revenge on you and then you came home with flowers for me. You took me out for my birthday and got me a little drunk. Then you brought me home and you made love to me. We didn't have sex like Steve and I had but you made love to me. Gentle, erotic, caring love is what you gave me that night. After that night I was starting to feel guilty about the revenge. I ended it with Steve. He said he was going to tell you about us if I didn't continue having sex with him. I told him I wasn't going to let him blackmail me into having sex with him. He could just go ahead and ruin both of our marriages if that is what he wanted to do. That's probably why we didn't see him around here before he and Barbara moved to Peoli.""Why, Miriam? Why tell me this now?""If we are laying our cards on the table and you want our marriage to continue, you need to know the truth. I don't want Steve coming up to you a year from now and telling you this."I looked at Miriam, my loving wife for thirty years. She just admitted to fucking my brother-in-law and friend six times to get even with me. It was really bothering me, picturing my Miriam spread-eagled with her pussy glistening and telling another man to shove his cock into her. I was having a hard time handling it. I told Miriam that I needed a day before answering her. It was such a shock to me.I got the whiskey bottle and went to the spare room and started drinking. I tried to go to sleep but all I could do was have nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes I'd see Miriam fucking Steve's big cock. I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. My stomach hurt bad. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. I went back to the room and cried myself to sleep.When I got up in the morning, Miriam had made breakfast. I tried but just couldn't eat. I just wasn't sure what I was going to do. I couldn't even look at her without the thought of her affair entering my mind. She mentioned that she was going to go see her mother today and that, if possible, she would like my answer by tonight whether we were staying married or going our own way.Before I left for work I went into the bedroom and removed my hand gun from the dresser drawer and put it in my jacket pocket. I left for work without even saying goodbye to Miriam. I reported into work and then after a couple of hours I left for Peoli. It was about a fifty mile drive.When I arrived at Steve and Barb's place I knocked on the door. Barb opened it and looked a bit surprised to see me. She asked me what I wanted? I told her I needed to talk to Steve.She said, "Steve's not here, Harry. What do you want with him?"I looked at my sister in law Barb and said, "I need to talk to him. He fucked Miriam and I need to talk to him."Barb looked me right in the eyes and without even blinking she said, "Steve never fucked anyone including Miriam.""He did Barb, he did. Miriam told me about it herself last night. I need to know why. I really need to know why."Barbed looked at me and said, "Come in, Harry, just come in."As I stepped into the living room, Miriam stepped out of the kitchen. I looked up and asked her, "Why are you here? Is it to protect your lover? To warn him I might come after him?"Miriam said, "Harry, there was no lover. I made it all up. I wanted to see how forgiving you would be if I had an affair. Yes, I did come by to warn Barb and Steve that you might come by. After you left this morning, I checked the dresser drawer and noticed you took your handgun. I was worried what you might do so I warned Barb and Steve. I thought it was best to come here because you might not believe them. Please sit down, Harry, and we will tell you the truth about that night."She called Steve out from the other room. She asked him if he would explain to me what happened that night.Steve began, "Barb and I stopped by to check on Miriam as we so often did when you were away. When she answered the door her face was red and she was crying. She couldn't seem to stop. Barb and I did our best to console her. She cried on my shoulder and Barb was holding her. As she regained her composure, she told us you were having an affair. I told her I would be willing to talk to you about it but she had us promise not to mention it to you. She was hoping that you would see the mistakes you were making and stop playing around."I looked over at Miriam and saw the hurt in her eyes. The hurt that I put there.Steve continued. "I played golf the following week with you. No one would ever know you were having an affair. I figured you must have been doing it for a long time not to show any emotions. I couldn't stand being with you. Not the way you were treating Miriam. We told Miriam that we wanted nothing more to do with you but she was welcome anytime. We moved here to Peoli a few months later. Miriam and Barb have kept close contact. Then she called us a couple of days ago and told us about your latest fling and getting caught and that you might be part of a divorce lawsuit. We told her we wished she would just dump you. She deserved much better."I was really feeling low. I thought I was hiding the affairs pretty good but apparently I was wrong. "When Miriam called and told us about your latest fling she asked me if I would do her a favor. She wanted to make up an affair between her and I and tell you it happened. She wanted to know how you would react to it. If you would still want her."Miriam said, "Thanks," to Steve and continued the story."Harry, I know you have cheated on me for years. I remember finding condom wrappers in your pockets even though you had a vasectomy years ago. You suits smelled of perfumes that were not mine. Even cum stains in your underwear. I turned my back on your affairs hoping that you would stop. You never did. That is why I made up this affair lie to you. I wanted you to get a taste of how I felt all these past years. I was hoping that after you heard my made-up story that you would say that you forgave me. That you still wanted me as your wife. But that didn't happen, Harry. Instead you grabbed your whiskey and ran to the bedroom.""Miriam, I was having nightmares seeing you with other men. I had to get up and throw up it bothered me so bad.""How do you think I felt whenever I knew you had one of your flings. I threw up many times too, Harry, knowing that the sex you were giving these women belonged to me, Harry. But last week when the stranger called and said you were fucking his wife and he had the pictures to prove it, how do you think I felt, Harry. You have now brought your sexual affairs home to roost. That's when I said enough is enough.""God, I'm so sorry, Miriam, I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.""That's why I gave you the affair test, Harry. So you could still say you love me even after I had the affair. You failed, Harry. After all the affairs you have had you wanted me to forgive you. But when it was me having one affair for revenge against you, you needed to think about it. Sounds like a double standard, Harry. I believe a lot of men use that standard."I had tears in my eyes. She was right. I wanted her to forgive me but was I ready to forgive her? I guess I did have a Double Standard.' I told her I needed to face Steve, that is why I came to see him. I was devastated knowing he had sex with her. I brought the gun not knowing whether I was going to use it or not. I remember her saying Steve talked about blackmailing her for sex and it really bothered me. I was ready to go to prison for shooting Steve if necessary.Miriam looked at me and said, "Harry, yesterday you had the choice to save our marriage and was unable to come to a decision. Well, Harry, I'm making the decision for us both now. I choose that we..."The EndI ended my story here and let the reader put in their own ending. But for Kristen's Archives I decided to give it a conclusion.The Conclusion from where I left off:"I choose that we stay together and do our best to work it out." She walked up to me to put her arms around me. I stuck my hand out to stop her."What's the matter, Harry? I thought you wanted us to stay together." She looked worried."I did, Miriam, there was nothing I wanted more than to get back with you. But that was before all your lies, Miriam. I'm not a cuckold, a man to be stepped on and laughed at.""What do you mean, Harry? Steve and I explained everything to you. It's over now, Harry, it's over. Nothing happened.""Stop lying, Miriam, please stop lying. You have always been a wonderful woman but you have always been a very vengeful person. During our whole marriage if things didn't go your way you always got even.""What are you saying, Harry?""I'm saying that if you found condoms in my pockets years ago and never said anything to me about it, you would have done something to get even with me. I don't recollect any getting even, Miriam. One time when you smelled perfume on me and I explained it was an elderly customer who hugged me and the scent stayed, you didn't believe me. You needed proof so I took you to meet the elderly woman so you could satisfy yourself that I was being truthful."Miriam was looking more nervous."The night you said you overheard a woman in my room. Why did you not ever say anything to me, to my face. Maybe I was at a party, maybe there were a number of people in my room, and maybe it could have been the TV set. You automatically assumed the worst, Miriam. Why, Miriam? Why would you think the worst and not even mention it to me? I'll tell you why, Miriam, you were having affairs. I also believe you had affairs with Steve."Steve went to stand up until I said, "Sit your sorry ass back down, Steve, or I'll shoot your fucking nuts off." Steve sat back down without saying a word."Then there's my good friend and brother-in-law, Steve, who wouldn't even tell me that my wife suspected me of cheating on her. And why wouldn't my good friend say anything? He says because my wife asked him not to. Wow, what a good reason not to tell your best friend something as important as being suspected of cheating."I looked over at Steve while still holding onto the pistol. "Well, brother-in-law, you get one chance to be honest. Did you fuck Miriam?"Steve looked over at a crying Miriam and his distraught wife. "Yes," he answered."Yes, what? You wife fucker.""Yes, I fucked your wife. I fucked Miriam.""For how long, Steve?" Miriam started to butt in... "Shut up, slut wife, I want Steve to answer. His life depends on the truth.""For years," was Steve's reply. Miriam burst out in tears."Why did you stop? I'm only asking you these questions once.""Betty caught us in the act." Steve replied."Okay, Betty, your turn and it better be the truth."Betty was in tears as she spoke. "One night when we still lived near you Steve went to check on Miriam like he always did while you were away. I happened to be in the neighborhood and walked in on them. They were on your couch." Betty was now crying. I waited for her to get her breath back.Betty continued, "Miriam was saying, Fuck me, Steve, fuck me,' as she rode his lap. When they saw me they stopped. We all had a huge argument. I stopped talking to Miriam for a long time. Eventually for our mom's sake we finally agreed to at least be civil to each other. It put a big strain on Steve and my relationship. We separated for a few months and eventually got back together. That's why we moved to Peoli, to get away from you and Miriam. We heard very little from Miriam until she called today saying you were coming over with a gun.""You see, Miriam, I gave it some thought all the way over here. If you would have told me the truth, I could have forgiven you. No Double Standard.' If you would have never said anything, I probably would have never known. But no, Miriam, you had to try to extract that last ounce of revenge against me. That vengeful nature that I mentioned you had. As I told you yesterday, I could have had the new territory and hardly ever stayed away at night. We could have been together. But that was not good enough, was it, Miriam?"Miriam was sitting with tears in her eyes. "We can still do that, Harry.""I'll admit to having one night stands Miriam. Yes, I did it. No love, no affairs. I don't know how many, Miriam, I didn't keep track or have a little black book. I wasn't out to hurt you. I always hoped you would never find out. But, Miriam, if you did and told me you knew, I probably would have stopped and even changed jobs to save our marriage. But you knew and said nothing. All so you could go get yourself fucked and blame it on me. Isn't that right, Miriam?"Miriam looked at me and said, "Harry, we can still work this out. Let's go home and talk and salvage our marriage. If you love me like you say you do, I know we can work it out.""Are you willing to tell me about all your affairs during our marriage, Miriam? Are you willing to tell me why you chose to have other men instead of coming to me and trying to work things out? How far are you willing to go and tell me the truth, Miriam? How many of my friends and associates have you bedded down? Are you willing to tell me everything, Miriam?""Harry, why bring up all the pains of the past? Can't we get by that and start anew? You now know about the affair with Steve. Isn't that enough?""No, Miriam, I only know because of Betty and of your lies. For all I know you could have been selling yourself or fucking my friends behind my back during our whole marriage. How do I face anyone anymore unless I know who they are?""Harry, what about our kids, our family. If we separate, one of us has to talk to the kids. What are we going to tell them? That we both had affairs on each other. Please, Harry, let's just go home and work things out. I still love you."I almost had to laugh. "Still love me, what does that mean? That you will continue to let me support you? That you are done having affairs and will only make love with me from now on? What does still love you' mean, Miriam? Have you ever really loved me?"I looked over at Betty. "Betty, you're the only one here I feel sorry for. If you were smart you would have left the bastard of a husband you have sitting there. Steve, if Betty didn't still love a prick like you I would kill you. It's men like you who think they can always have their cake and eat it too. I ought to just shoot your sorry ass for spite. In fact get on your knees and beg for your life, you sorry bastard." Miriam yelled out, "Harry, please, you can't shoot him."Betty cried, "Please don't, Harry. I beg you, please don't shoot him.""It's Steve I want to hear beg or I promise you he's a dead man."Steve got on his knees in front of me and started crying, "Please don't shoot me. I shouldn't have had sex with your wife. I'm so sorry, I promise never to do it again. Please don't shoot me," as he continued to cry."I just pistol whipped him one time and knocked him over. The girls screamed and Betty ran to Steve's side. "Please don't hit him again, Harry, please.""Well, Miriam, what happens now? I really did love you and wanted to spend the rest of my days with you. But not anymore. I've lost all my respect for you. I know it would be impossible to ever trust you again. Even if you told me the truth about all the affairs you had. I don't know if I could even show my face to my friends anymore. Looking back and joking with the guys at the club I could see why they were laughing whenever I left the room. They were laughing at me, weren't they, Miriam?""Please, Harry, they meant nothing to me. It's you I love. It was just the sex. I was lonely.""So you did bed down my friends. I just took a wild guess. Well, Miriam, I have no life left. I could hardly face my own family knowing their mother's a slut. I can't face any of my so called friends since my wife thought she needed to have sex with them. That leaves me nothing, Miriam. It doesn't give me a lot of reason to live. The only thing I have left is revenge against you, Miriam. But what is the worst revenge I can have against you? I can shoot you, or shoot Steve which would give me pleasure."Betty yelled out, "Please, no, Harry. I'll do anything if you spare Steve.""Will you fuck me, Betty? Will you strip down right now, right here in front of your sister and husband and fuck me?"Steve yelled out, "You bastard, you touch her and I'll kill you.""I have the gun, asshole. Well, either strip or your husband's a dead man. I won't say it again," as I cocked the pistol.Miriam said, "No, you can do it, Harry. You're out of your mind.""Shut the fuck up, Miriam. You fucked her husband God knows how many times. So it would be a great little revenge to get some of your little sister's pussy. Well, Betty it's up to you. Who lives, who dies?"Betty started taking off her clothes. She was down to her bra and panties. Damn she looked good. She came over to the chair where I was sitting while her husband still lay on the floor in front of us. I pistol whipped him again just because I wanted to. He crawled over to the couch and sat on the floor next to Miriam. I told him if he interfered I would shoot him the next time. I told Betty to strip the rest of the way. She took off her bra and then slowly removed her panties. I could tell she was really nervous but didn't seemed scared. Probably deep down she wanted a little revenge of her own.I told her to kneel in front of me and undo my pants, which she did. She pulled out my cock and I told her to get it harder. She put the head in her mouth and it begin to get bigger. I had to hold the gun in one hand which made it a bit inconvenient. Steve and Miriam just looked on, neither saying anything. Betty was really working on my cock. I told her she could climb on or finish me with her mouth. She looked over at her husband and sister and then climbed up on my very stiff rod. She made the choice and they both knew it. Her pussy was wet, very wet. She was riding me and I was feeling her breast with my free hand.I asked her to talk to me while we fucked."I love your cock, Harry. I've wanted it ever since I caught Steve fucking Miriam. God, it feels good.""Who's cock do you prefer, Betty, mine or Steve's?"Yours, Harry, it's so much thicker. This is so exciting fucking you in front of those two. Cum in me, Harry. Let my husband see your cum shooting into his wife's pussy."I came hard right into my naked sister-in-law's pussy. She pulled up just enough to see the cum coming back out of her and down my shaft. She then leaned over and kissed me and said, "Thank you, I've wanted to get even for a long time." Then she got off my cock and walked over to her husband and said "Now we're even."I called a crying Miriam over and told her she had one choice and one choice only. To clean me up or I would shoot her. No discussion!She got between my legs and cleaned up her sister's mess. She was gagging at times but continued to clean up my cock. When she was through she tucked my soft cock back into my pants."What now, Harry? What happens now? You've ruined all our lives."I told her to go sit next to her naked sister. Then I told them that I would not shoot any of them because I'm a man of my word. They all did what I asked to save their life. The only problem now is that they would have to find a way to explain it to our children and the police."The ultimate revenge."Than I took the pistol, put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger.The EndThanks for reading my story.DG Hear~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 40 |
buthon.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/66/buthon.txt | "But it was only sex hon," my wife of almost twenty-five years said for the umpteenth time to me. "I don't love him. I love only you," she said crying as I tried to ignore her while she followed me from room to room. "You have got to believe me hon. I really do love you and I'm so sorry I did this to us. Please talk to me, Steve, will you?" What brought us to this point? What made my loving wife cheat on me? Stupidity, on her part; plain and simple stupidity. Beth and I had known each other since the eighth grade. We dated almost exclusively throughout high school and we were married as soon as I graduated from college. I was never what you would refer to as a hunk, but at 5'8" and 165 pounds, I wasn't a hunchbacked dwarf either. Beth, on the other hand was always a ten in my eyes. At 5'3" and 115 pounds, with long, brown, hair, she was my angel. I was smitten from the first day I saw her and proposed to her during the summer between my sophomore and junior year of college. Beth made it perfectly clear, after we got engaged, that there was going to be no sex until our wedding night. "Don't even ask me Steve. I'm going to be an untouched virgin on our wedding night," she informed me. "I want my gift to my husband to be as pure as new fallen snow." After a statement like that, would you push the issue? Well I did, but it got me nowhere. In fact, I also was also a virgin. I had gone as far as second base with a couple of girls, prior to Beth, but that was all. No one, including Beth, knew that I was still cherry, so to speak. I desperately wanted to get some experience before our wedding night, but there was no way I was going to cheat on Beth. So I did what every red, blooded, American, boy did; I watched porn and wacked off. I must have watched over a hundred DVD's, and read nearly twenty sexual-related books before our wedding night. A few of my buddies even hired a hooker for my stag, but all I did was talk to her, and ask questions about this and that all night long. The next day, when they asked how she was, I winked at them, and told them that I'd learned a lot from her. It wasn't even a lie. For over four hours, Karin, the hooker, showed me what women liked, didn't like and what I could expect on my wedding night; with Beth being a virgin. Above all, she told me to go slow. "You've got your entire life ahead of you, but you're going to have only one wedding night with Beth. Go slow, be gentle, and you'll both remember it for the rest of your lives." She thought it was sweet that I was also saving myself for our wedding night, but I swore her to secrecy. After all, I was a guy, and had my reputation as a stud to uphold. The wedding was something out of a fairy tale. Beth was dressed in white, and was the most beautiful bride I'd ever seen. With our friends and family in attendance, I made sure we had enough food and drink to make sure the party would be memorable for everyone. We slipped out just after 11:30, and took the limousine over to the Radisson where I'd rented the bridal suite. The room seemed to go on forever, and there was even a Jacuzzi at the foot of a king-sized bed. If I had expected Beth to be shy, I was in for a rude awakening. "Help me out of this hon," she said to me while trying to unzip the back of her dress. "I can't wait to get you into bed," she said, sounding was more than a little anxious. With her dress now lying over a chair, we broke open the complimentary bottle of champagne, and made a toast, to ourselves. The champagne was awful, but I'd thought ahead. I had also had, two bottles of Beth's favorite wine sent up, along with a six-pack of Corona. I was taking no chances. With drinks in hand, we hit the Jacuzzi and got to know each other's bodies a whole lot better. Believe it or not, this was the first time I'd seen Beth completely naked. She had about 34C breasts, a very slim waist, a nice round ass, and a full bush. "Screw second base, I'm swinging for the fences tonight," I said to myself as I pulled Beth from the water. I pulled the blanket back and on red satin sheets, we made love with our lips and tongues, for the first hour. Beth had full lips and, a very wet tongue. She used both expertly as we kissed and traded spit as my hands moved from one breast to the other. I loved it when she quivered and shook in anticipation, as I licked or sucked on her nipples. After about twenty minutes, they were red, long, and almost too sensitive to play with any more. Even though she had a full bush, it was neatly trimmed and shaved on the sides. I teased her unmercifully. I stroked her bush, just touching the tips of the hairs, and gently pulled on them with my lips, as Beth waited for what was next. Every time I touched her pussy, Beth would raise her ass off the bed to give me better access. She was more than ready. I moved my finger, through her thick patch and stroked the area just between her two lips and found that she was already wet. When Beth started breathing so hard I thought she was going to hyperventilate, I went up to her face, kissed her softly, and told her to relax. "I'm in no hurry, my love. We have all night," I whispered to her. I slid down to her pussy and started massaging her clit as well as her now moist hole. Damn Beth was tight. It took me a couple of minutes to work in just one finger, as I used my thumb to rub her clit. I guess she couldn't take it any longer. "Oh my God," Beth screamed as her pussy clamped down on my finger, and shook as if she was having some type of seizure. Did it scare me? Hell yes. I moved up to the head of the bed, kissed her, and continued to finger her as I drove my tongue into her mouth. Beth grabbed me so hard that, I thought she would smother me, as she mashed her lips against mine. "Now. I need you now," she told me in no uncertain terms. "I want you inside me right now. I've dreamed about this for all of my life, and I want you now." I moved in between her hips, put my rock-hard, dick, against her pussy, and eased in. All right, I'm not a Greek God and I have just over six inches, but there was no way, without a bit more work, that my dick was going all the way in there. I'd never eaten pussy, but Karin of my bachelor party instruction fame, had instructed me on how best to do it. "Your bride is going to be pretty tight if she's a true virgin. You'll need a lot of lubrication and more than one finger to loosen her up," she had explained. "Just lick up and down her slit, flick her clit with the tip of your tongue, and then slip one and then two fingers into her. That should make it a lot easier for you to enter her. You don't want to tear up her pussy, because if you do, you'll get no nookie for the rest of the week," she said with a laugh. I did as Karin had instructed. I expected Beth's pussy to taste nasty or bitter, but was pleasantly surprised; it didn't have much of a taste at all. So, as I licked, and prodded, as her juices began to flow out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. I had just eased in my second finger, and was moving it in and out of her, when Beth climaxed again. I dove into her pussy with my lips and tongue, and sucked on her clit as I finger fucked her. I could feel her body climaxing, but surprisingly she was quiet. Well, for a few seconds anyway. "Ohhhh Christ!!" she screamed loud enough to wake up the entire floor of the hotel, as she held my head against her pussy. "Now, now, now!" Beth cried, as she pulled me up from her pussy to between her legs. Carefully, I eased in, like before, and started stroking slowly before Beth took charge. She wrapped her legs around my waist and, pulled my hardness into her with a resulting scream. I felt her teeth on my shoulder as I rammed my cock into her; again and again. I did my best to hold off, but it just felt too damn good, and I was so ready. My moans mixed with her muffled cries as we both climaxed, almost together. I felt myself shoot what seemed like at least three loads into her unprotected cunt, as she held tightly onto me. We must have been laying there motionlessly for a couple of minutes before she started smothering me with kisses. "Oh God. That was so wonderful. God! I'm so glad we waited," she said while smiling at me. "I never knew you were such an experienced lover. Thank you, thank you, and thank you, for making my wedding night so special," she said while kissing me again. So that's the way our life began and continued on, well until a couple of weeks ago anyway. We had two kids back to back named; Keith and Carla. We moved on with our lives, and even though money always seemed to be a little tight, we were happy, or so I thought. It took most of our savings to put the two of them through college, but it was worth it. Keith went on to get his MBA and Carla finished nursing school. "Not bad, not bad at all," I said to myself while looking back at my life. Beth and I, for the last three years, have been saving for a vacation, for just the two of us, something like a second honeymoon. After going through all the travel brochures, we decided on the Hawaiian Islands. We planned a two-week stay for our twenty- fifth anniversary. Thursday afternoon, I got a call from a buddy of mine who works with Beth. "Hey Greg, how the hell are you?" I asked. After a bit of small talk and bullshit, Greg hit me with a shocker. "Steve, are you and Beth doing ok, you know marriage-wise?" he asked. "What the hell kind of question is that?" I replied. "C'mon on Greg, if you've got something to say, spill it. What's going on?" "Look, maybe it's nothing, but the rumor mill in the office, is saying that Beth is hanging out with the company coffee salesmen," Greg told me. "Coffee salesmen? What the hell are you talking about? Come on, don't beat around the bush, Greg," I said while getting a little pissed. "Steve, Beth is in charge of buying all the office supplies and that includes the coffee and stuff. This guy comes in once a month to restock our inventory, and lately Beth has been going out to lunch with him." "Is that all? Hell, Beth probably goes out to lunch with a lot of the vendors. It would take a lot more than that to make me jealous," I told him. "Well, I thought so too, until I overheard two women say that, they were having lunch at the Super 8 Motel and they weren't there for the food. I don't know if the rumors are true, but I thought that you should know. By the way, I told those two busybodies to stop spreading rumors or they'd be looking for another job. Unfortunately, I don't know who else is talking," Greg told me. I asked him who the hell this salesman was, what company he worked for and when was he was scheduled to come back again. "Steve, that's why I'm calling, he's going to be here tomorrow.""Please don't you do anything, I'll take it from here," I told him. "I don't think there's a chance in hell that Beth is fooling around on me, but I'm going to check it out anyway." I thanked him for his concerns and told him to say hi to Peggy, his wife, for me. Could Beth be cheating on me? "No way," I said to myself. But if there's something going on, I was going to find out. Beth came home at her usual time and dinner was nothing out of the ordinary. I took a shower, shaved, and was waited for Beth when she came to bed. I attacked her with lips, tongues, fingers, and a hard dick. She never knew what hit her. "Wow!" said a breathless Beth. "I don't know what the hell brought that on, but I liked it," she said while kissing me. "We haven't done it like that in quite some time. I may not let you out of the bedroom all weekend, you animal," she growled at me. We spooned until we both fell asleep. "There was no way my Beth was screwing around on me," I said to myself as I dropped off to sleep. ***I woke up Friday with a big smile on my face and a bounce to my step. I tried to kiss her before I got out of bed, but Beth pushed me away. "Morning breath," is all she said. Work was going pretty smoothly when I looked at my watch. "It's now10:45, I know that I'm wasting my time, but I might as well check it out anyway," I thought to myself as I drove across town to where Beth worked. I parked in an inconspicuous place outside her building entrance and waited. "Now, what the hell do I do?" I started to say to myself, as Beth and a tall blond guy walked out of the building. I followed them for ten minutes until they pulled into the Super 8 Motel. "Damn. There's no restaurant in this place," I said to myself while starting to get pissed. When he came back with a room key and helped her out of the car, I was beyond pissed. I was so angry, that I was shaking. I watched them go into room 202, as I sat in my car and started to lose it. I'd love to say that a pizza deliveryman came or that they came out two minutes later and went off to a restaurant, but that didn't happen. After ten more minutes, I got out of my car, went up to room 202, and pounded on the door. "Beth Moore, I know you are in there. God damn it. If you know what's good for you, you had better open up this door right now," I screamed not caring who the hell heard me. I heard, "Oh shit," and "How did he find out?" shortly before the door opened. "It's not what you think, Steve," was the first thing out of her mouth. "Beth, you have no idea what the hell I'm thinking right now," I replied. "My wife shacking up in a motel room, cheating on me with a damn coffee vendor, is that what I'm thinking," I asked while looking for the asshole. I found him cowering in the bathroom, behind the shower door. I kicked it open breaking the glass. Grabbing him by the back of his hair, I pulled him through, what remained of the shower door. Ramming his head into the porcelain sink, his nose exploded as blood sprayed everywhere. Lifting up his bloody face I whispered in his ear. "Listen to me very carefully," I said in almost a hushed voice. "You will take Beth back to work and never speak to her again. Do you understand?" He nodded. "And, if I ever see your face again, or hear that you've said one word to my wife, I'm going to rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass." Turning around, I told them; "You two have five minutes to get the hell out of here; starting now," I said walking out the door. "Steve, we have to talk," Beth started to say before I shut her up. "Beth, don't say a word. Don't say another damn word," I told her. "I'm so angry right now, that I just have to get away from you before I do, or say something that I won't be able to take back," I yelled while walking back to my car and driving away. By the time Beth got home, I had moved all of her clothes and stuff into the spare bedroom. She came up to me crying and telling me how sorry she was, but I was in no mood to listen. The crap about it being "only sex" came on Saturday morning as she pleaded her case to me. By Sunday afternoon, I was tired of it, and tried to avoid her, but she followed me around like a lost puppy dog. Finally, I'd had enough. "Beth, shut the hell up," I told her. "There is nothing you can say that can explain the fact that you've been cheating on me for God knows how long," I yelled. "Three months," she said through her sobs. "Three times. I'm so sorry Steve. You have to believe me," she said while now openly bawling. "And if I hadn't caught you, how long would it have gone on?" I asked. That shut her up. "Stay away from me and shut the hell up. I don't want to hear your winey voice, until you're ready to say something I want to hear. Do you understand?" She shook her head and went into the spare room to cry in peace. ***The next three weeks were something out of a dream, or should say; a horrible nightmare. We lived like roommates and finally Beth broke the silence over dinner on a Wednesday night. "It wasn't planned, Steve, it just happened," she began. "We were always teasing each other and one week he asked me out to lunch. It was just lunch, nothing more, at first. Then, something changed. He started telling me what a lucky husband I had, how beautiful I looked, and how I must work out at the gym every day to look so fit," she said now crying. "I didn't realize it had gone so far until we ended up in a room together." "Can't you see he was playing you, Beth? You can't be that stupid?" I replied. "Hell, I haven't heard any compliments, on how good I looked, in such a long time. I let it all go to my head. That's all." "Don't push this back on me, Beth. Just because I don't tell you every day how good you look is no excuse for your cheating on me," I said while getting pissed. "I know that. I just lost my head. That's all. After the first time, I felt so bad that I was going to confess to you that night, but you were in such a good mood when you came home that; I decided to wait. The second time, I told him that it was a mistake and we couldn't do it ever again, but we did. I was too weak. He wasn't any better than you, only different. He's a lot younger than us, and could recover in about twenty minutes," she was now babbling. "Steve, I was experiencing something that I'd never had before. Someone to compare you to, Steve. I know you had lots of women, but you were my only lover. Hell, I only dated two other guys before you, so I was about as virgin as you can get when we started going out." "So you went looking for a young guy with a big dick so you would have someone to compare me to? Beth, I'm not buying it," I told her. "You don't understand, Steve, I wasn't looking for anyone. I was happily married to you. You have to believe that. It's just that, after the first time, I compared everything he did to me to what we've done for the last twenty-five years. We tried different positions and other things that I've never let you do with me. It was like I was learning all over again." "This is crap," I said standing up. "You make it sound like you were taking a damn college class. I tried to bring a few things into our bedroom, but you shot me down every time. Remember? Now you are telling me that you and that shithead were doing things that you always refused to do with me? Think about it, Beth. How am I supposed to feel?" I said as I slammed my fist on the table. "The women I loved more than life itself, screwing around on me. You make me sick." "I'm so sorry Steve. Please know that it's over. I know we can work through this, hon." "The only reason it's over is because I caught your ass. That's why it's over. I don't have a clue what I'm going to do, but right now, it would be in your best interests to stay the hell away from me and let me get my head around this," I told her. "So, if you don't mind, I'm going out to get drunk, and try to get past this, if that's all possible," I told her as I grabbed my car keys. ***After my third beer, I knew that drinking wouldn't solve my problems. Did I want to stay with Beth? I thought so, but I was still livid about the whole situation. I wanted payback on Beth, and I also wanted to get her partner fired from his job as well. I was about to leave, when I turned around and took a hard look at where I was. There were a lot of couples, of all ages, but mostly singles hitting on one another. "To be young and single again," I said under my breath as a middle aged woman sat on the stool next to me. She was blonde, about 40, and average looking; whatever that meant. She got her drink and then turned around to face me. "A real meat market isn't it?" she said with a small smile. "Everyone is trying to say just the right thing, to get the other into the sack. Pretty damn pitiful, if I do say so myself. Hi. My name is Sue, and yours?" "Steve, Steve Moore," I replied. "Do you come here often?" I asked. "Not really. I had a bad day at work, and decided to have a quiet one before I went home to the hubby and kids. Are you married?" "Yes. For the moment," I told her. "Your wife cheating?" "Yup. I caught her trying someone new on for size," I told her. "After twenty-five years, I never would have expected it, I guess I was too naive." "Sorry to say that it happens every day," Sue said while nursing her drink. "I caught my hubby with his pecker somewhere that it shouldn't have been, and almost threw him out. It took us a while to work through it, though. I made the bastard pay, but we finally came to an arrangement and have gone forward." "What did you do? Kick him out for a while?" I quizzed her. "Something a whole lot better. I brought home lovers and had sex with them in our bed," she said in a cold matter of fact tone. "I gave him a choice; suck it up or leave. At that point, I didn't care which. After a couple of weeks, he asked me to talk. Hell, he begged me on his knees to take him back. He said that if I gave him another chance, he would never stray again. "To make a long story short, that was nine years ago, and to the best of my knowledge, he's been faithful ever since. However, he knows that if he screws up again, it's all over, but the crying. "Well, I wish you the best of luck, and remember that, we are all human and we all make mistakes," Sue said while grabbing her purse. "Some mistakes you can forgive, and others are deal-breakers. Only you can decide which is which," she told me, as she turned and left. "Interesting," I said while finishing the last of my beer. I could really get into that kind of payback, but did I want to take it to that extreme?***The next day, I flipped through the Yellow Pages until I came to Escorts. I found an ad that was on the small size, and gave the agency a call. "Lovely Lady Escorts," a girl on the other end answered. "How can we help you today?" she asked. "Good morning," I replied. "I've got a couple of questions about your services," I told her. "Have you ever used our agency before?" "No I haven't," I replied. "Can I get your name, address, and a phone number that, I can call you back on?" "No problem," I said while giving her everything she had asked for. "Someone will call you back shortly. Have a nice day," she said before hanging up. Twenty minutes later, a man returned my call. "Good morning, Steve, sorry about the run-around, but we can't be too careful these days now can we? My name is Dan. What can I help you with today?" "I'm looking for a girl between the ages of 28 and 40 who can satisfy my needs, if you know what I mean." "White, Black, Hispanic, or any preference?" he asked. "Not really. Just so she's good looking. I want to really piss my wife off," I said with a laugh. "Looks like someone got caught with their hand in the cookie jar," he said with a snicker. "This happens a lot. Believe me." We set up a time and Dan said he would take care of the rest. "Don't worry. If you're not completely satisfied, just let me know." I was on pins and needles throughout dinner with Beth that night. At 7:30 someone rang the front doorbell. I let Beth answer it as I cleared the table. "Steve, there is a girl at the front door, and she says she's here to see you," Beth said with a puzzled look on her face. "She's a bit early," I replied as I walked to the door. "Hi Steve, I'm Kathy," she said as she held her hand out to me. "My, my, my. You sure are a lovely, little, lady. Aren't you?" I said holding her hand and twirling her around. "Let's go somewhere, where we can get a lot more comfortable," I said while leading her up the stairs to my bedroom, as a shocked Beth looked on. Kathy was about twenty-eight, and had what I would call the body of a sixteen year old. She was thin, had small, breasts, and a tiny, but firm ass. What she lacked in size, she made up in enthusiasm. To give you a quick blow-by-blow, she balled my eyes out. Within twenty minutes, she had given me the best blowjob, I'd ever had, and she was feverishly working on my dick to get it hard again. Thirty minutes later, she rode me, cowgirl style, until I got off for the second time. We took a shower together, and though try as she might, she couldn't get me up a third time. I paid her the agency fee, and gave her a $50.00 tip on top of that. She kissed me at the door and said to call her, if I felt the need again. The same story played out twice more that week, with a big-titted black girl, and a short, but plump, oriental sweetheart. Through it all, Beth said nothing. After the second time however, she refused to answer the door. The girls were nice, and took me to new sexual heights, though there was something missing. "Morning, Dan," I began. "I need to discuss the girls that you're sending over," I told him. "What's the matter Steve? Are they not doing it for you?" "Hell, Dan. I think they could get a dead guy off, but I was expecting something a bit more. They don't watch the clock, but there's no personal connection, if you know what I mean." "I think I know what you're looking for. It's called a girlfriend experience. Let me send over another lady tonight, and tell me tomorrow what you think," he told me. "I want to make sure that you're satisfied. After all, I've got a reputation to uphold. By the way, how is your better half holding up?" he asked with a laugh. "She's not saying a word," I told him. "Give it two to three more girls, and I can guarantee that she's going to want to talk with you; if for no other reason, to see where the two of you are going." I thanked him and told him that I would call him in the morning. He was probably right. Beth was giving me the teary look, every time I took one of them to, what used to be our bedroom. I wasn't ready to talk to her just yet, but it would have to be soon. I couldn't keep this up forever. It was costing me a bundle. "Right on time," I said to myself as I walked to the front door and opened it. There in front of me, had to be the most beautiful Hispanic women I had ever seen. I think I stood there staring at her for twenty seconds, before she spoke. "I see from your expression that, you like what you see. Aren't you going to ask me in?" "Excuse me. Of course, come right in. It's just that you're so beautiful," I said babbling like a high school kid. "I'll take that as a compliment. My name is Ann, and you must be Steve," she said while holding out her hand. "Dan never said that you would be so good looking, too." I think I blushed. Hell, I know I turned bright red. "I brought us a bottle of wine for tonight. Do you have a corkscrew handy?" she asked. We moved into the kitchen, and I found the corkscrew in our junk drawer. "You have a lovely home, Steve, did you decorate it yourself?" she asked. "Yes, my wife and I did it ourselves," I replied before realizing what I had said. Taking a small sip of her wine, she grabbed my hand and said; "Maybe we should take this somewhere a little bit more private." I led her upstairs and closed the bedroom door. Ann surveyed the room and looked into the bathroom. "What do you say we take a quick shower, and get to know each other a bit better?" she asked while moving over to me and pressing her lips to mine. We didn't screw. We made love, in a fashion. There was some kissing and a whole lot of caressing. She let me lead the way in the beginning, but took over when it came to the actual act. She wanted to be on top to, control the action. It was wonderful, and when I closed my eyes, I almost felt like I was with Beth, which made me sad. Ann and I were together for almost two hours. We both knew when it was time for her to leave. She showered again, got dressed, and I walked her out to her car. We kissed, like parting lovers, and then she was gone. It was nice, but it wasn't Beth. As I walked in, I could see Beth looking out from behind the drapes. "Dan, she was nice, but it still felt like I was screwing a hooker. A gorgeous hooker, but nonetheless a hooker," I told him. "Steve let me make a call and get back to you. There is someone else I can offer, but she's an independent and calls all the shots." Thursday afternoon, he called me back. "Are you available Saturday?" he asked. "Yes. Why?" I asked. "Her name is Sandy, and she has agreed to meet with you," he told me. "She has made dinner reservations at Anthony's for 8:00, and she will meet you in the bar at 7:30 sharp." "What does she look like? How will I know her?" I asked. "As I said, Sandy does it her way. She'll be carrying a flower, and she told me to tell you that, she'll be the best looking woman there." "That's all?" I asked. "That's it. The rest is up to you. Oh, by the way. She's about $200.00 more than any of the other girls, and it's payment up front." "I gave Dan my Visa number, and closed the deal. What happens if I'm not satisfied?" I asked. "If Sandy doesn't do it for you, you're dead," he said with a laugh before hanging up. "Going out tonight?" Beth asked, as she looked into my room. "I need a night out, and away from the house to think," I told her. "Can we talk tomorrow?" Beth asked. "Are you going to give me the same bull shit like before?" I asked. "No," she said while looking down at the floor. "Well then, tomorrow afternoon it is. And if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner reservation that I don't want to be late for." I walked into the bar, and saw four couples and six single women all at different tables; and three of them had flowers. The blond was built like a brick shithouse and had a set of knockers that would make a grown man cry. The brunette was a bit shorter and built more like a hard-bodied athlete. Finally, the redhead was about 5'6", with shoulder length hair wearing a conservative skirt and white blouse. I walked over to the redhead. "Good evening, Sandy, I hope that I haven't kept you waiting too long," I said while holding out my hand. "What makes you think my name is Sandy?" was her only reply. "Dan said to look for the most beautiful woman in the bar, so it was pretty easy," I said still wondering if I was right. She took my hand, gave it a gentle shake, and asked what I would like to drink. "Just a glass of Crown Royal neat," would be nice. For the next three hours, this red-haired beauty mesmerized me. She wasn't shy and I found that all topics were on the table. I told her about Beth, and her cheating, but she came back at me with both barrels firing. "What is the difference between what she did, and what you are doing right now?" she asked. "You are still married, and two wrongs, still don't make it right, in my book, anyway," she told me. "But, I think that it goes a little deeper than that. You haven't decided whether you want her back, have you?" she asked. "No, I haven't," I told her while finishing up my desert and asking her if she wanted coffee or an after-dinner drink. "Coffee would be great, but getting back to Beth; how long are you going to leave her hanging?" she asked. "I don't have an answer for that question right now. I also was a virgin, and was perfectly happy, sexually that is, with Beth. Yes, I wished she had been a little bit more daring, but I also loved her the way she was. I don't know if you can understand, but Beth took something away from me when she cheated. She took away my innocence, I guess you could say. I was living in a dream world, something like being in a bubble, and she burst it," I said while playing with my coffee cup. "She released a new me, who doesn't want to go back to his old life, but doesn't know if what's out there, is what I'm looking for either," I told Sandy. "It was a lot easier for me because, my husband died of cancer. We had a good life, and now I find that once a month or so, I can let my hair down, have some fun, and then go back to my normal life. Also, the money is not bad either." The next thing we knew was that, the waiter was telling us that the restaurant was closing and that we would have to leave. "Do you want to head over to your place?" Sandy asked. "I've had such a wonderful night. Maybe next time," I told her. "But you've already paid," she replied. "And so?" "What makes you think that there is going to be a next time?" Sandy quizzed me. "I don't know, but I hope there will be one," I said with a smile. "Give me your cell number," she asked. "If I'm interested, I'll call you. Ok?" "I guess that's all I can ask for," I told her. I walked Sandy out to her car, and told her again how much fun I'd had. She responded by giving me a full-lip kiss with a lot of tongue. "You still have time to change your mind," she told me. "I think that taste, will make me want you even more the next time," I told her. "That is, if there is a next time," I said just before I walked back to my car. I slept in on Sunday morning and it wasn't until almost 11:00 when I came downstairs. Beth was on the back deck reading the paper when I found her. "Have you eaten yet?" I asked. "No, I was waiting for you, but there is coffee made," Beth told me. I got a cup of coffee and took a seat next to her. "Beth you weren't the only one who came to our wedding night a virgin. I was one also," I began. "I didn't want to say anything because of my macho pride and especially after you went on and on about what a great lover I was," I told a shocked Beth. "So when you said you wanted someone to compare me to, how do you think I felt?" "I never knew. Why didn't you tell me? Even after what I did?" she replied. "I told you why. It's a man thing. Ok? I wanted you to think that I was experienced enough to please you, but that's not the point now. Is it?" "I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't," she told me. "Would I have stopped seeing him? Yes. I was getting ready to end it," she now said looking down at the ground to avoid looking at me. "I felt so dirty afterwards, and I knew it was wrong. I just couldn't say no to him," she sobbed. "Why don't I believe you, Beth? Do you know, that the women at your work suspected that you were cheating on me? Hell, Greg was the one, who called me, to ask if our marriage was in trouble, because you were screwing the coffee salesman. How embarrassing is that? To have one of our friends, call me to tell me my wife's a slut," I said now screaming. "I wanted to wring your damn neck," I told her. "All right, I screwed up. But now you have whores coming here, day and night. How do you think that makes me feel?" "Bad, I hope. I hope you feel awful, that you've driven me into others arms," I said staring at her. "When is it all going to end, Steve? When can we to try to pick up the pieces and start over," she said in a now pleading manner. "I don't know, Beth. Maybe when the hate I have inside me goes away, or when I just don't care anymore. I don't have an answer for you right now." "Well, I can 't live with you bringing hookers home every night, so you can rub them in my face. I'll be out by the end of the week," Beth said while standing up. "Where will you go?" I asked. "Does it make a difference? I just need to get away," she said as she walked back into the house and went upstairs. When I got home on Tuesday, she was gone. No note, or anything else, to say where she had gone. I tried to call her at work but Greg said that Beth had taken a leave of absence and hadn't left a forwarding address or phone number; I was getting a little worried. A casual call to her parents and sister didn't provide me with any more information and I wasn't about to call our kids and ask. Did I push it too far? I asked myself. No. I didn't think I had. Sandy called me on Thursday night to see what I was doing on the following Friday. "I know a quaint little place, outside of town on 318 West Street, that I've been dying to try," she told me. "Are you game?" "What time on Friday do you want to meet?" I asked. "Why don't I pick you up at about 6:30? It'll take us about forty-five minutes to get there. Bring a change of clothes. You owe me. Remember?" she said with a laugh. I started to give her my address, when she stopped me, "I know where you live. Just be ready." As I looked out the window on Friday night, there was still no word from Beth. "What the hell am I doing?" I said to myself. "My wife has taken off to who knows where, and I'm waiting to be picked up by a sexy woman who wants to bed me tonight. What is wrong with this picture?" I asked myself. It wasn't ten minutes later, that Sandy pulled into my driveway and honked. "Get your butt in gear," she shouted. I grabbed my bag, locked the front door, and threw my stuff on her back seat. "Better buckle up, because I drive pretty fast," she said, as we roared off down the road. "Easy girl," I pleaded as she flew down the road. "I don't want to lose my appetite before we even get there," I said with a concerned tone in my voice. "If my driving makes you nervous, please close your eyes, sleep, or pray. Take your choice." I tried to do all three, but by then, we were almost there. "Are you sure your husband didn't die of a heart attack?" I said in a joking manner. "Please just get the damn bags while I check in," she told me while heading for the office. It was a bed and breakfast, and I found out that we were only one of three couples, spending the night. The room was Victorian in style, and had a huge, wrought iron, king- sized bed. "This looks interesting," I said while bouncing up and down on the bed. "Maybe we should just skip dinner and go directly to desert," I said trying to hide my nervousness. "You can't be that horny, and besides, I'm starved," Sandy said as she grabbed my hand. The restaurant had only four tables and the food and service were impeccable. "I've never seen a place like this before. How did you ever find it?" I asked. "I friend of mine told me about it and suggested that I give it a try," she said while sipping on her wine. "Kind of romantic, isn't it?" "I'll say," I replied. "How are you and your wife doing?" She asked. "Beth left me last Tuesday and just disappeared off the face of the earth," I told her. "With the exception of calling the kids, I've spoken to everyone else and nobody has heard a word from her, I'm getting more than a little worried." "Not worried enough to cancel our date for tonight?" she said. "Believe it or not, I almost did, but I had no way to reach you; remember? You have a blocked number, and Dan sure as hell wasn't going to give me your home phone number," I told her. "I put a message on my answering machine for Beth to call me, because we needed to talk. I'm afraid she is looking to divorce me, because of all the women that I have been parading through the house. I wanted my pound of flesh, but I think I went a little overboard," I told her. "So, have you made up your mind about her yet?" Sandy asked in a serious tone. "Yes, if she's still willing, I would like to try to save our marriage. After twenty five good years and raising two wonderful kids, I'm ready to give it another shot if she is willing to make some concessions and wants to move forward," I told her. "There is only one problem. I haven't a clue where in the hell she is at," I said while finishing my drink. "So in other words, no hanky panky for us tonight?" "Sorry, babes. As much as I know I would love it, you were right, two wrongs don't make a right," I told her while almost sounding disappointed. "Well, lets go up to the room anyway, because I understand that there is a beautiful view from the deck off the bedroom," she said as she grabbed my hand. Did I want Sandy? Hell yes. But I wanted Beth more. "If it doesn't work out with Beth, why don't you give me a call and maybe, I can pay you back for dinner or at least give you a desert you'll never forget," she said with a smile as we walked into the hotel room. "It's a shame that this room has to go to waste tonight. Are you sure that I can't talk you into staying?" "With the way you look tonight, not a chance. I may have a strong will, but I'm a man also. I know that once you got undressed, I wouldn't stand a chance." "Well please go out on the deck, and I'll join you in a minute. I just need to check on something," Sandy told me. She was right. The view of the lake was spectacular with the reflection of the moon highlighting the shoreline. I was about to ask Sandy where she was, when the patio door opened. "Beth?" "Hi, Steve." "How did you know where to find me?" "You can thank Sandy for that," she replied. "She set this up to see how you felt about our going forward. If it was over for the two of us, she would have been the one standing here instead of me, and I would be on my way back home. Instead, she has just left and we have the room to ourselves for the night," Beth said with more than a little apprehension. "So, Steve. Where do we go from here?' "Beth, I still don't understand, how" I started to say when she stopped me. "Sandy and I were in the same sorority in college and I had seen her only three or four times since then. "From out of the blue, she called me up and asked me if I was the Beth that had gone to FSU and was married to Steve Moore. She called me last Monday, and we met for lunch. She told me about your date, and what you'd talked about. She had all ready put two and two together on who I was. You sparked her interest, but she wasn't going to knowingly break us up. Sorority sisters do not do that. That is when she came up with this idea. If you were done with me, she wanted to get to know you better. If you wanted to try again, she would step aside. So like I said before, where do we go from here?" I must have kissed her a thousand times before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Now I know why they say that makeup sex is the hottest sex that you can have. We made tender love all night long and even had a quickie in the morning before breakfast. "You are switching vendors on Monday; I don't want that asshole anywhere around you," I told Beth. "Don't worry. It seems that after your little discussion with him, at the motel, he hasn't been seen or heard from. He left his truck in his companies parking lot, with a note, saying that there was an out of state emergency he has to take care of. No one has heard from him since. The only thing that Beth insisted on was that we get a new mattress for our bed. It was something about the lingering smells of other women. Are we back to where we were before all this crap happened? Yes and no. No we haven't solved all of our problems as of yet, but yes, we are having one hell of a lot of hot and sweaty sex. I still think of Sandy once in a while, and wonder where we would have been if I had taken her to bed that first night or had never mentioned Beth by name. Would Beth and I still be together? That's one problem I'm glad to say that I don't have to worry about presently. But I wonder if Beth and Sandy would be open to a threesome? Now, that's something to think about.END |
naked.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/naked.txt | I guess you could call me a normal 13 year old boy with one difference. I was just discovering my body and the exciting feeling I got from playing with my cock.When I was alone in my house I would shed my clothes and run around the house. I would do normal activities and usually end by jacking off and squirting cum out wherever I happed to be. I am surprised my mother a meticulous house keeper never said anythingEventually I ventured outside to our backyard. I ran around, rolled in the grass and found I could stick the garden hose up my butt and give myself an enema. At the same time I got a huge erection. I was always kidded in gym class by the other kids about the size of my cock.I was only in the 8th grade and most of the other boys were sporting little 4 inch prick, where as mine was almost 7. Maybe that's why I just loved stroking it. I would jack off sometime 2 or 3 times a day. If I missed a day it was because I had to be out with my family on an outing. After conquering the backyard I wanted more. Our house backed up to an alley and we were about 5 houses from the end of the alley. We had a small alcove that our trash cans set in. I stepped out into the alcove. Nervously I walked down the alley to the street. We were just on house from the main street.I stood there naked watching the traffic go by on the main street. Then I realized that I once again had a full blown erection. I stood there and jacked off watching the cars as they whizzed by. My cock spurt out cum all over the sidewalk.I ran back to my yard with my heart beating so hard I thought my chest was going to burst. I lay down on the grass still sporting an erection. I went in the house and was able to jack-off again.I continued my obsession for weeks. One day I was down at the end of the alley, I heard a truck at the other end of the alley. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid if I went back he would see me before I could reach my backyard. I ducked into a neighbor's yard.I then looked around and it seemed like ever window in the house was open. I thought for sure I would be caught. After the truck passed I went home, much relieved to be safe again. Once again I was exhilarated beyond belief.A few weeks later after I returned to the yard some one shook the gate. I said who is it thinking it was a cop a or neighbor who had seen me. I told them to wait a minute. I ran in the house on put on a pair of shorts. When I opened the gate there was a girl. I had seen her on the school bus but I didn't know her name.I asked her in then asked her if I could help her. She told me she had seen me in the alley. I looked questioningly at her, laughed and asked her what she meant. I saw you naked.I gulped, wondering what would be next. I was surprised when she said she admired me for having the courage to get naked outside.I told her I had been doing it for some time. She said she liked getting naked in her house but had gone outside. I decided to she if she was telling the truth and invited her to take off her clothes. She only had on a halter top and a pair of shorts.She declined my offer at first then I said I would go first. I lowered my shorts and my dick sprang out. Gee whiz she exclaimed. "I saw it but it looks bigger up close." My male ego shot up. She reached up and untied her halter top. I made a comment about her beautiful tits and she pushed them out. Since they were my first set of tits I was mesmerized.Her nipples were a beautiful pink and hardened almost immediately. She stood there for a minute and then pushed her shorts and panties down. Her pussy had a light covering of brown hair. We both ran around the yard for a little while then went into the house. We were sitting on the couch watching TV. I was looking at her and my cock stiffened. Without saying anything I began to stroke it. She asked me what I was doing, I told her I was jacking off. Then asked her if she ever played with herself.She blushed and then bowed her head and said yes. "WELL?" I said. Her hands slowly moved down between her legs. As I stroked she began to rub her pussy. By the time I was ready to shoot she was breathing hard and pumping her finger in and out of her little snatch.I kept up my activities without my new companion for the next few weeks. One day after school there was a knock at the door. When I opened it there she was. She had on the same clothes as she did in school.After some small talk she asked if I wanted to get naked and go outside again. I said OK and started to get undressed. I stopped as she unbuttoned her blouse. She then took off her bra. I was speechless. She pushed down her skirt and stood there naked. I was awe struck. I had seen her in the nude before, but something about her undressing did something for me.I finished undressing, and stood up with a full erection. She walked over, patted my cock, and smiled. Before I could react she turned and headed for the patio. We ran around the back yard for awhile and lay down on the grass. I rolled over and put my hand on her stomach. She smiled at me and I lowered my hand to her pussy.I ran my finger down her slit. She was wet. From I extensive research of the female body I knew she was ready for sex.I moved between her legs and made an awkward to push my cock into her. It slipped up her slit, I tried again, I missed again. She reached down and put my cock and the entrance to her pussy.I pushed in without thinking about her being a virgin. She winced as I pushed my cock into the hilt. Immediately I started pumping and like many young boys came very quickly. When I did she smiled. I said I was sorry and she just said it was OK.After that we got better at sex. We started running up and down the alley together. We even fucked in the alley once.Fortunately we never got caught either by the neighbors by or her mother or by my parents for that matter. At the end of the summer my Dad got transferred and although I didn't stop my obsession I did lose my partner.END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 57 |
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newlifea.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/14/newlifea.txt | This story may be read and enjoyed by all over the age of consent provided it is not changed in any way or used for profit.Part 1. The Flat. I had been looking for a place to live for several months but the residential lettings market had hit rock bottom and there wasn't much around. Having given up with the agencies I resorted to local ads and word of mouth, which led me to a first floor flat in a very large converted house. It seemed nice enough located in a quiet leafy side road not far from the centre of London, a conservative area with Edwardian houses seemingly very proper and ordinary.The main door led through to a small hallway with two further interior doors, one to the flat on the ground floor and one on the first. I rang the bell to the flat and a few minutes later was met by a pretty brunette in her mid thirties. She was dressed in jogging pants and a loose sweatshirt with sport socks so it was hard to see what her body was like. She stood some 5'4 and was slim with very dark thick shoulder length, straight hair. Her face was pretty with large brown eyes topped with long eyelashes. Her lips were full and her smile intoxicating.'Please come on up, I have been expecting you. I assume you are Cameron' she said without a backward glance as she climbed the stairs 'You will have to excuse the mess, it's my turn to tidy round and I have only just got back myself' She led me into a hallway from which radiated a bathroom, kitchen and living room. The bathroom and kitchen were both quite large and nicely done out but the living room was a surprise. Big. Very big. It seemed to swallow most of the floor space and was furnished with all sorts of stuff, chairs, tables, bookcases, lounger but all centred around a large, deep sofa and several matching chairs, designed to make use of the coffee table and large TV. It was a bit untidy too, things clearly had been taken out and not put back.As she led me in she introduced herself as Simone and said she would show me round as we talked. It turned out that the flat had three bedrooms and I would be the fourth occupant. There was herself and two other girls in their mid twenties but that they shared. She stopped at this point and gazed at me as if judging my response. Probably typical as the image of two girls sharing flashed through my mind.'It's just that we have had two other flatmates who left after a few weeks. We need to know if you would stay. Kim and Sue are very open about their sexuality and it spills over completely into living here. I was a bit anxious when I came but I've got used to it' she bit her lower lip when she said this which had the effect of giving me a flutter deep in my stomach.'Um.... what do you mean spills over?' I asked.'Well they tend to not to worry about whether or not they are clothed either partially or completely and if the mood takes them they have a tendency to become...intimate wherever and whenever. You might be watching TV and they just start making out on the sofa. They tend to leave their bedroom door open. As far as they are concerned they live here, this is their home and they should be able to close the front door and live as they are. If anyone chooses to live with them then they must accept that' she stopped, expecting me to comment.'And what about you?'Oh I'm straight, I was divorced two years ago and moved in here pretty much immediately after. I admit it was disconcerting at first but I have got used to it. Between you and me I find it a bit exciting. I haven't been asked to join them but I have got quite used to the idea of watching them. I don't date anymore, haven't since the divorce so in a way it helps to give me.... some excitement I suppose.''And the others?''Couldn't handle it. The first was another woman, she lasted three weeks. The second was a man. He thought it was an opportunity to get involved but they weren't having any of it. Kept on and on and on. Eventually we asked him to go. Thing is we need a fourth to pay the rent. The girls left it to me to pick a candidate. To be honest I have run three ads and you are the only to call.''OK. I think I can manage the situation. Can I see the room?' Now you are probably wondering how I could be so nonchalant after that, but it was one of those moments when afterwards you do wonder how you were so nonchalant. Accepting it seemed the only thing to do. Simone then gave me the tour and laid out the rules. The flat had three bedrooms off the living room, all a good size and the two occupied were in a mess with clothes strewn everywhere. The room essentially reserved for me had a small en-suite bathroom, which I was told I would have to pay a little extra for in the rent.The daily routines comprised every fourth day each of us would do the chores. Cleaning, tidying up and cooking. Given that I was going to work out of my room it seemed easy for me to fit into. My work was straightforward and involved me translating texts so I would be in the flat a lot.After a half hour we had agreed that I could move in at the weekend.Part 2: Moving InAs I returned to my temporary digs to get my things together I thought, in the cold light of day about Simone comments. Looking at it from the point of a red-blooded male the situation seemed somewhat, utopian. The idea of sharing a flat with at least one lovely looking woman who happened to be single and into men with a hint of Sapphic interest was quite a draw. Add to that a couple of female twenty something's running around in the all-together pleasuring each other and the flat developed a magnetism.Put it in the realm of reality though and things disintegrate. Firstly Simone might not be interested in me whatsoever and secondly the Pussy Cats, as I had come to think of them, may take on the appearance not of gorgeous, lithe fantasy girls but a couple of old boilers into extreme and bizarre practices. Anyway aside from the fantasy who was to say we would get on. Sex or no sex, I had to know that I would get on with them all.By now I was at my digs, a dingy little bedsit with a battle-axe for a landlady who seemed to have this compunction to berate every man who crossed her path. This in itself made my mind up. Whatever happened it had to be better than this. Aside from anything else, being devoid of a girlfriend my sexual lusts were satisfied by rubbing off over a magazine. Not exactly ideal. At least having women around would give me mental material. So, now to the moving in. Saturday morning and I arrive with my stuff in the back of a small van. Simone met me again and gave me a key explaining that the Pussy Cats were away until mid week. Moving my stuff into my room with Simone around was difficult. My previous image had been wrongly grafted onto my mind. What with looking at the flat and being a little wrong footed I hadn't, it seemed taken in everything. Simone was gorgeous. No two ways about it. Her complexion was perfect and although white her skin had a slightly darker look to it. It transpired her mother was French. Her body was a dream. Being summer she was barefoot, which stirs my blood, beautifully smooth and wonderfully shaped small feet topped with legs to take your breath away. Cut off jeans and a close fitting T-shirt showed her body to be exquisite, medium sized breasts giving a perfect proportion to her frame. The more I looked at her face the more I felt myself wondering....Anyway, we're not there yet.Simone helped me bring things up from the car chatting all the time. I learnt more about her, the divorce had been amicable as far as any divorce could be, unable to have children her husband had eventually gone off with her best friend who it seemed had manipulated him away from her using her fertility as the draw. Some friend. The first year was just spent getting over him, still in love she had a hard time and in many ways the Pussy Cats had helped her becoming good friends. The last year she had been much happier and had started her life out again with a new job as an aerobics instructor. She was happy and enjoyed life.The Pussy Cats were away with their work. They both worked for a travel agent, which involved them getting cheap trips around the world. I also learnt that they were by all accounts nice girls. No heavy attitudes and to the outside world, beyond the front door they didn't express any stereotype image. They were two regular girls who just happened to enjoy each other's bodies and their own, a lot.Information like this served to get me feeling quite heady. By the late afternoon Simone had gone to work leaving me alone so I finished unpacking and straightening my new abode. Once done I was at a loose end and feeling a little horny. I showered and once dry wandered into the rest of the flat. Simone scent still lingered and was having an effect on me. In moments I was as hard as nails. Swallowing hard and feeling just a little nervous I went into her room. She probably wouldn't be back for a couple of hours but the chance.... well it spiced things up a little.Her room was a mix of romantic European decor, a wide rosewood four-poster bed with rosewood furniture. Soft cotton and lace bed linen with soft dreamy pictures on the wall of women in flowing dresses set in Paris. The room was filled with her scent, indiscernible. Then it dawned on me that it was her natural scent and my stiff cock began to take over my thinking. I lay on her bed taking hold of myself and as I moved her strewn clothes wrapped themselves around me. It was overwhelming. Mentally drawing her into me I wrapped her panties and stockings around my cock and stroked.I was lost as my orgasm started to build and without thinking of the consequences I came in spurting spasms into the soft material which hours earlier had held her so close.Calming I went back to my room and stashed her underclothes in a drawer. I had to admit, if nothing else happened this arrangement was going to be far more fun than my previous place. Truth is at this point I had no idea what I was in store for.Part 3: The First Few DaysThat evening Simone returned from her aerobic session. I had recovered a little from my escapade on her bed but the sight of her just brought everything back. My throat felt tight, my stomach light and my cock heavy as it does moments before stiffening. Not being entirely sure of my position with her I sat down looking to hide the obvious swelling in my jogging pants. Trying to remain purely conversational as I watched the TV I asked how her day had been.'Fine. Good classes on a Saturday, everyone seems really keen to take part. Some days you end up with a load of blobs fooling themselves. They think it sounds good to say they go.'She obviously hadn't showered at the gym, not wanting perhaps to hang around at the weekend and slumped down opposite me in a chair. She had peeled some of her gym gear off wearing only a pair of tight leggings and a sporty crop top. Sitting as she was, her pussy was clearly outlined against the fabric. I was acutely aware that I now had a complete erection only hidden by the way I was sitting. I had only just moved in and Simone was acting as if I had been there for months. Completely at ease. She asked about me and seemed genuinely interested, it struck me that we really did seem to get on well quite naturally.As the time went by and the conversation picked up and dropped off in a natural cycle, I noticed that see kept looking at me differently. Her expression was.... as if she was studying me.At this point she jumped up and said she was taking a shower. Now the only shower was in my bathroom so it appeared that whilst I paid the extra, all had the use of it. It occurred to me immediately that this was no bad thing. The prospect of at least Simone slipping in and out of my room was attractive.Anyway, away she went and a little later padded through to her room in a dressing gown. I went into my room as well thinking to read through the latest text I had been sent. I sat on the bed. Lying in the middle was a pair of my underpants, not left there by me. I picked them up and noticed immediately that they were damp. The scent hit me. Simone.Strong and pungent, heady, it filled my nostrils and wrapped it self round my brain. A flood of thoughts raced through me. Firstly she had done exactly the same as me but not even attempted to hide it, then I realised she must have known what I had done. I pulled the bedside drawer out. Empty. Bloody hell, she had taken back her lingerie soaked in my cum! My cock had already started to fill and bulge as the door opened and a smiling Simone walked in, naked, holding the lingerie.'Aahhh....' was all I could say. Clearly breathless and with a glazed expression she crawled onto the bed and sat crossed legged opposite me.'Don't say anything' she said 'the moment I saw you at the door the other day I went wet. It hasn't happened like that for ages. I lied, I had loads of people apply for the flat but I had to have you here' I was dumbstruck. She wanted me above all the others. 'And now it seems you feel the same way.'She smiled and I was lost completely. In some incredible way I felt I was falling not just in lust with this woman but in love. In such a short length of time and under, admittedly, unusual circumstances. Not one to tell the grandchildren!'OK. Let me tell you what I want.' she said, clearly nervous and excited. ' I don't want you to fuck me yet. I want to know you better first. This has happened all very suddenly. I want to watch you pleasure yourself and I will rub my pussy for you.' I didn't say a word.I quickly shrugged my clothes off and leaned back against the headboard with my legs open, either side of her. She lifted her own legs over mine. When her smooth warm skin touched me I groaned and my cock finally stiffened fully. I started massaging my balls, not wanting to touch my cock immediately. She stared as I worked my fingers abound my heavy sack. I could see the effect it had on her. Her nipples were erect and very pronounced, dark buds.Her fingers went straight to her pussy. She leaned back slightly on her left arm as her right hand started rubbing in a circular motion over her lips. She kept a steady rhythm going as my hand moved to my shaft and started to stroke, uncapping my cock revealed to her my large swollen head already glistening with pre-cum. The whole situation aroused me quickly but I kept stroking for her. I wanted to hold back. It dawned on me that the same urgency had hit her. Her scent filled me as her fingers pushed inside and she didn't once stop smiling.'Shit I can feel myself cumming' she cried. She shuffled forward closer to me lifted her fingers and pushed them in my mouth. The juices on her fingers tasted like nectar, my mind swirled as she shifted position bringing her body in close contact, I desperately wanted her to lower her saturated cunt onto me and I almost threw myself forward to take her. The she dropped her hand; I thought to find her pussy again. I jumped as she hand joined my. She fisted her hand around my exposed cock head, squeezing. She rotated her fingers around the pulsing bulb, her thumb mercilessly massaging right on the sensitive skin underneath.I was reaching boiling point as I let go of myself and replaced her fingers with mine on her pussy. She was incredibly wet and as I touched her hard clitty she jumped and squealed. My fingers slipped inside her and out, massaging her whole fleshy area then settled into a steady rhythm, my middle finger circled her bud, my other fingers sliding up and down her lips.I couldn't hold any longer, the pressure in my cock bursting up and out through her fingers, oozing hot cum, erupting into her hand. My climax triggered hers, she whimpered and moved closer still as her body convulsed and stiffened, her legs gripped me hard, her pussy pulsed and the lips seemed to purse and suck as if searching out a cock to drain.I looked into her wide open eyes, deep pools of dark brown liquid honey, her mouth hung open as she shuddered, I could feel the breath of tiny gasps on my lips, we kissed for the first time. A passive kiss, lips and tongues pressed together as the last of our orgasms subsided.For a while we just stayed like than, still. My hand cupped her pussy; her fingers still clasped my cock, pressed against each other. As our heads cleared we parted slightly, but only a little not wanting to loose whatever it was that we had round. Her smile returned and her eyes said everything. I was aware of her still hard nipples against me. She released me and massaged my cum into her lovely flat belly. We relaxed and naturally slipped further down the bed holding each other. I hadn't even entered her yet I felt that we had consumed each other.'Well. What now?' I said. She sighed'I have not felt anything like that for two and a half years. What now? You stay in this flat and we will do everything together. Everything.'Part 4: The Pub GardenMaking love with Simone and not actually entering her had had an incredible affect on me. We had dozed for a while and on waking, had each showered separately. Not at all embarrassed with each other but each of us respecting our thoughts, given the speed with which this had happened. Not so much the physical, at least for me, but the emotional. Falling in love had not been part of my mental picture but now I felt very strange. The fact that Simone had expressed her developing feelings so early on only added to the bewitching headiness of it all.It didn't frighten me; in fact it made the whole situation more intoxicating. That evening we watched TV and ate a light meal. We sat close to one another legs and arms entwined and gently caressed each other finding the sensitive areas that aroused each of us. Nothing else happened but we kissed before going to our separate bedrooms. I came close to abandoning this self imposed, unspoken restraint when her soft, moist mouth closed over mine. Her tongue lightly traced the outline of my lips, then slowly slipped inside my mouth.I was struck by the vaguely symbolic image of her penetrating me. As if our roles had been reversed. We lay on the sofa, stretched out with Simone laying half on top of me. She had been wearing soft pajamas all evening so I could feel her body heat. My shorts and T-shirt did nothing to hide my hard cock, which she had studiously ignored, the tension almost excruciating. Her soft foot gently slid up and down my leg as I wrapped my arms around her tightly. I slipped my fingers into her hair and kissed her back, this time deeply, urging out tongues to meet and merge as one writhing sensual entity. We kept this up for a while and gently allowed it to slow down. Parting we went to our beds and agreed not to seek any self-satisfaction. I realised then that this relationship, whether it lasted or not was going to be intense and inventive with a sexual perspective normally only dreamed about.The following day, Sunday, we did the things new lovers tend to do when not shagging themselves stupid. We walked, talked, went for lunch at a pub, held hands and generally relaxed in each other's company. This served to only build a sexual tension between us. In the pub Simone slipped to the ladies room and returned to hand me, under the table, her panties and bra.Now she sat before me wearing only a thin cotton summer dress. She then led me out to the garden where we found a quiet corner away from prying eyes. Simone seated herself with her back to the garden that was visible, slipped off her sandals placing her bare feet on my thighs and unbuttoned the dress. I could hardly swallow as her body came into full view.I gazed at her exquisite form, her breasts wonderfully firm with dark stiff nipples, her flat tummy leading the eye to a fairly thick dark bush, trimmed but still left at its basic natural shape and length. Her pussy lips were already parted and moist, her scent quickly lifting to my nose. She was still aroused from the night before as she ran her palm over her breasts and with the fingers splayed, across her tummy and into her bush. She finger combed herself allowing only the barest of fingertips to touch her skin. Her back arched as she sighed louder than she expected.At this moment a single girl in her early twenties came and sat on the grass some 20 feet away. All the other benches had been taken. She had a single drink with her and looked as though she was awaiting her partner.Simone saw her just as she noticed the dark haired beauty sitting opposite me, legs spread and virtually naked. Our new audience had a complete unrestricted view of Simone as her fingers sank into her pussy and her hand began an urgent massaging. Simone was so close anyway, but the added benefit of the girl also watching tipped the scales.It occurred to me that her domestic arrangements had awakened voyeuristic desires; perhaps this blatant exhibition was just the flip side. Simone and I locked our eyes together as she orgasmed. Her body stiffened, her toes curled and she shuddered, letting out those tiny little breaths, which I would come to adore.She stayed at her height for ages, jolting and gasping as her fingers relentlessly rubbed her pussy and clitty.Again I noticed that when she came her pussy lips pursed as if sucking at the air, a little mouth, searching for the absent cock. Simone passed her climax and started to come down. I leaned into her and kissed her hard as her hands went to my fly. My cock was as hard as nails and sprang out for the two women to see. Simone moaned with me as her delicate hands took hold of my shaft and started to stroke hard and fast. I was bursting and it was only moments before my balls tightened and the rhythmic pumping spurted my cum onto Simone's thighs. She drew all my sperm out with her squeezing fingers and then tucked me back in. Not bothering to clean herself she redid her dress and we made to leave. The girl who I dimly remember gasping just as I came was still sitting on the grass but frozen in position. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth slightly open. As we left we both heard her say a 'thank you' and then noticed the look on her face as her boyfriend arrived. He looked at her quizzically as she led him slightly out of site, just where we had been.We walked back to the flat delirious. I wanted her now worst than ever and wondered what would happen when the Pussy Cats returned. My original fantasy thoughts of threesomes and foursomes may or may not come about, but it seemed certain that whilst I was going to be able to watch the Pussy Cats make love, Simone and I were also going to be demonstrating out uninhibited passion for each other. Part 5: The PlayThat night we decided to go out as if on a formal date. One of those going out situations where you make all the traditional efforts. I slipped out and bought flowers, hiding them on my return. I took my time showering, shaving and basically grooming and decided on a smart designer suit. I had made the choice of fashionable restaurant close to the West End and then to find a decent show or play with available tickets.Once prepared I gave it a few minutes past the hour and proceeded to knock at her bedroom door, flowers in hand. Up to now I had only actually seen Simone dressed in sports gear and a summer dress and - nothing. When she opened the door I was speechless. She had chosen a classic little black dress, a simple cut showing off her gorgeous legs encased in black stockings and ending in black suede two-inch court shoes. Her arms were bare and the dress seemed to be making love to her itself. Then she turned. The back plunged low. Very low, resting in the small of her back. No bra. I had to do it. I slipped my hands under the fabric and held her breasts. She breathed in deeply; her head fell back to rest on me and her nipples stiffened. And on a first date!! I wanted to ask about panties but thought I would leave it, not knowing seemed more exciting.The evening was wonderful with Simone acting sexy at every turn. In the restaurant her stockinged toes massaged my cock under the table her eyes constantly flashing erotic thoughts to me. The theatre proved a great idea. A cancellation had released a box, high up so that the audience was unable to see us. Trying to watch the play was difficult as a little wine had lifted Simone's sensuality and she seemed to be constantly moving next to me. It was a while before I realised why.The darkness had hidden her and she had pushed her chair back opening her legs. Lifting the hem to her waist she was slowly running her fingers around her wet slit - no panties. A pair of lacy French knickers lay on the floor by her ankles. The stockings were my favourite, soft black nylon toped with lacy hold ups. I forgot the play. I turned my chair to watch her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she breathed slowly and deeply. Her fingers were building in their urgency as they slid inside her, out again and around her entire fleshy area. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that I had been initially unaware of her pleasure.Her eyes opened and she gave me that smile.I wanted to taste her like nothing else. My cock was in pain as it tried to escape its confines so I loosened my trousers, sliding them off along with everything else. Me stripping clearly excited her. She stopped to watch as I stroked my hard cock, entirely naked in the theatre whilst several hundred people below watched the play. Kneeling in front of her, her face told me everything. I ran my hands over her ankles and slipped her shoes off. Her feet felt beautiful as I guided them to my cock and balls. She knew. As her toes and soles worked wonders on my throbbing shaft, I started kissing and licking her nylon covered knees and thighs. Before long I reached her bare skin and concentrated on the area inside, inches from her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and her wetness was already running down her thighs.Simone got wet. Very wet, which I found very erotic. I spent ages softly kissing her inner thighs running my hands over her legs. Her feet continued to rub my cock and as I felt their pressure increase I inched forward and ran my tongue the length of her pussy, starting close to her arse, I licked along her opening slit and rose to her clit. I circled round her throbbing hard nub, avoiding direct contact. I copied this again and again as her breathing became deeper.Then I opened my mouth and sucked her pussy lips thrusting my tongue into her, her juices ran freely and her hips bucked forward as her hand pressed the back of my head. She was becoming more insistent and I was aware that she was lifting her dress off. By now my cock was bursting, she had managed to maintain her foot ministrations and I was getting close to spurting.She was now quietly whimpering so I shifted and sucked on her clitty pushing two fingers into her tight pussy, as I finger fucked her and sucked and licked she suddenly lurched forward as the door to the corridor opened and a young woman entered. She carried a tray with interval drinks on it, ones we had ordered and forgotten about. I now lay on my back with my legs open, Simone half straddling my chest but having turned as she fell so she looked directly at the girl. My cock stood upright unable to wilt as the wide-eyed blonde stood there open mouthed.Simone had the look of a predator about her as she grabbed my shaft and started pumping all the while eye-to-eye with the girl. She seemed about 18, pretty with a slim nicely shaped body, huge tits and hair up in a bun.In a husky voice Simone said 'Put the tray down and lock the door'. The girl immediately did as she was bid and knelt down before us. The house lights had come on and although we were still out of sight they totally lit up the box. At Simone's instruction the girl opened her blouse and released her front held bra, letting a pair of huge tits bounce forward. Again, under instruction she peeled her pantyhose and knickers off and dropped her short skirt.Simone placed one hand behind the girl's head with the other still grasping and stoking my cock. They smiled at each other as the blonde's head came down, open-mouthed and swallowed my swollen cock. Unable to speak, I found Simone's pussy with one hand and struggled to find the blonde's with the other. I did and as my fingers entered her already sopping cunny she sucked harder on my cock head, her tongue swirling round with he cheeks squeezing me tight. I had no chance. I felt the familiar building of pressure though this time with immense power.My balls tightened and as I tried to warn the girl Simone moved her leg and pushed her stocking toes into my mouth. At this I convulsed and exploded, hot jism spurted along my shaft erupting into the blonde's mouth. She didn't flinch but sucked even harder, her fingers digging into my thigh. I carried on spurting longer than ever before filling her soft and yet hard mouth with my cream. I fell back exhausted.A soft plot seemed to echo in the theatre as she released my cock and Simone then embarked on her first lesbian kiss, not with the Pussy Cats as I had thought may have become the case but with a complete stranger who had just sucked off her new lover. It was a hard, deep, raw kiss with hands frantically searching for pussies. I was stunned when they just fell into a 69 burying their faces into each other's saturated quims. Each clasped the other's arse cheeks and in a remarkably short time, virtually seconds, both came, their bodies stiffening against each other.After her orgasm the blonde sat up, her hair was down and her face covered in pussy juice, legs open. I had used her pantyhose to wipe my cock so leaving them she hastily dressed and left with out saying a word.Simone lay on her back, glaze eyed and smiling. I lay next to her and kissed her, tasting the other girls juices.'I have wondered for ages.... what it would be like' she said ' I love it, I love it, I love it. Are you OK with this?''OK with it. Are you serious? I can't believe how lucky I am. I take it the Pussy Cats are now a target.''Hhhmmm. Hope so!'Talking like this had stiffened my cock again and Simone clearly was still in arousal. I moved over her as her hands felt for me, softly stroking me. She lifted her thighs up to grip me under the arms and used my cock head to slide up and down her wet slit. I stayed in that position for ages, loving the feeling of her lips on my bell end and the hard nub of her clitty sliding across it. I eased forward and entered her, pressing myself into her body. Her hands came away and she wrapped her arms around my back as I slowly but with one fluid movement thrust my entire cock into her. She moaned as my balls nestled against her arse and tears flowed from her eyes. Yet she was smiling as usual, that smile that melted me.'It has been so long since I felt a hard cock in me. So long since I wanted to feel this way' I kissed her tears away, drinking the salty liquid and very slowly drew my cock out, right to the tip where I then re-entered her.I started to fuck her, not hard my gently. I sensed she wanted it like this. I had cum once and this gave me the reserve to hold on. I don't know how long we were making love in that box but I lasted a long time. She came again, her pussy gripping me and then I sensed a milking sensation, as if millions of tiny hands were drawing my juices from me.The sensation was indescribable, so tight, her pussy muscles seemed to have a life all of their own. I lost myself and came for the second time during that play; her pussy had found what it had been searching for. I welled up and spurted deep inside her, our orgasms coming simultaneously.Part 6: IntroductionsWhat can I say? I had found myself in a new relationship that was verging on the blissful. After the play we had gone home and fallen into her bed dropping into sleep quickly. I awoke in the morning to find her naked body curled round me, she was still asleep and my cock had its customary morning erection. I immediate started rubbing myself. There was a thrill in gently masturbating whilst Simone slept, her gorgeous form moulded to me.Her right thigh rested between my legs allowing my cock to slide over her smooth skin. In my position I could gaze at her exquisite form, from her lovely feet to her soft hair. I felt my self-building to climax and just let it happen. My cock and balls tightened and I spurted white jism in a long slow graceful arc onto her side. It ran in a rivulet down her belly pooling where our bodies pressed together. She stirred, moving even tighter into me as she slowly woke up.'You randy sod' she said smiling 'last night not enough for?''Never enough,' I replied, 'Never!'She shifted her position and took my softening cock into her mouth, licking around the head, cleaning up my juice. She kept this up as I shrank and continued to suck me, though it had become more of a suckle as I was now flaccid. I love that feeling. I love my cock when soft being sucked. She sucked hard and pulled her head away lips tight together giving me that wonderful drawn stretched sensation. It was enough and I started to swell again, filling her mouth with my hardening cock. She raised me completely and kept sucking hard as if she was in a race to make me cum. I got close when, laughing, she let me go and jumped up.'That's your lot, I want you really randy and raring to go for later' she giggled as she headed for the shower.I lay in her bed breathing hard and felt the deep sense of excitement and anticipation that kicks in when you know that later, she will be impaled on your cock. She returned from the shower and dressed in her gym clothes, grabbed her bag and keys and leant over to kiss me, at the last moment dipping her head and swallowing my cock whole, slowly drawing her mouth up, her tongue lashing me, releasing me with a loud pop.'Hhhhhhmmmmm,' is all she said as she headed out.What the hell was I to do. Completely wound up, hard as nails and feeling achingly horny. I decided to shower and dress. My stiff cock would not go down and I was reluctant to touch myself, enjoying the tension. After some breakfast I tried to do some work but all I could see, think about and smell was Simone. I decided to explore the Pussy Cats bedroom. They weren't going to be back until the next day so I felt safe. Their room was delicate.Pastel colours with a large bed made up with white linen. It was a large room and had plenty of wardrobe and chests. Without thinking I started to.... browse. They had a huge lingerie collection, stacks of clothes and shoes and in several drawers an array of sex toys, magazines and videos. Then I saw their photographs. Quite clear I was stunned, both were gorgeous. One seemed to be tallish, slim with creamy skin, red hair and bright blue eyes, the other shorter with jet black, long oriental style hair. Both were extremely pretty and it occurred to me that watching these two fuck each other was going to be awesome.All this only served to remind me of my aching cock. So. I decided not to wait. I flicked on the TV skipping channels until I came to a get fit programme with a dozen women in leotards bouncing around to music. Stripping I started to rub my shaft in time with the music and their gyrating bodies. After a while I was lost in my own little world, not hearing the door open. Still oblivious to any company I strummed away. Then it happened. Clearly indicating to any observer that I was close to cumming with my panting, they stepped into view. The Pussy Cats.Wilted is an understatement. My cock immediately shrank. There I was stark naked, wanking away at lets face it pretty lame visual material, when up pop to women who for all I really knew hated even the sight of cock. I couldn't say anything.'Hi' said the redhead ' you must be our new flatmate, hey don't mind us, carry on, please enjoy.'I let go of myself as the shorter one held out her hand and said, 'I'm Julie. This is Kim. Assuming Simmy filled you in you know the score with us. Kim meant it, if you want to carry on wanking, its fine by both of us - promise.'Feeling awkward but strangely aroused my cock; all of its own accord sprang back up. Given the circumstances, carrying on seemed the only thing to do. I thought they would disappear, which Julie did but Kim sat down and started chatting, alternating her gaze between my face, my cock and Julie who I couldn't see. She explained that they had cut their trip short because the resort was crap. Then Julie came back and slipped a video in the machine.At this they both stood up and wandered into their bedroom with their bags. The video kicked in and I was treated to two lovely blondes in a 69 going hell for leather towards their orgasms.'A bit better, don't you think?' said Julie as she wandered back into the room. She had taken her clothes off and sat down opposite me wearing only her panties and bra. Her body was wonderful with a deep tan. She lifted one leg up leaning her chin on her knee, which lewdly caused her pussy to eat the thin fabric. I came. Not sure whether or not to be embarrassed or thrilled I came in massive spurts, dumping my white stream on the coffee table.All the while the Pussy Cats continued chatting away as if everything was normal. Of course to them everything was normal. I got a cloth to clean the table only to return to see the two of them lying on the sofa, kissing and becoming more and more urgent with their caresses.I watched for a bit and then slunk off into my room. I wanted to watch a lot but really wanted Simone there as well, simply because I knew I couldn't touch and once hard again I would need more than just my own hand.I did get some work done but only after they had both completed their cries of orgasm and gone out shopping.When Simone got home I confessed all, glad to be getting it in before they did. She couldn't have taken it better. It wasn't long before they got back and the evening loomed. To begin with we acted quite normally, making coffee with Simone putting a light supper together. Then they disappeared for a while, all three.When they came back I was taken into the living room and sat down.'OK' Simone said, 'we have a proposition for you. I didn't just lie about you being the only applicant. Truth is Kim and Julie wanted a man as well. Julie is 23 and still a virgin, at least in the sense of actually shagging a man and although Kim had a boyfriend some years ago she is approaching 30 and wants to have a bit of cock as well. I was to chose primarily for myself and then the girls would decide if you were right for them also. If you weren't it didn't matter if I wanted to keep you. You pass, they want you. You up for it. It means. looking after all of us.'Part 7: Pussy Cat PileOK I hear you. I know it all seems a bit unlikely but that's how it happened. There I was, sitting on the sofa being asked if I would become the shagging stud for a woman who blew my brains (and fortunately my cock) and two lesbians, gorgeous lesbians at that, who wanted 'a bit of cock every now and then'.The only thing was that I wasn't allowed to initiate anything with the Pussy Cats until they were ready. Apparently they wanted the four of us, as two couples to live together being uninhibited with our lovemaking to each other, although Simone had told them about the theatre box and that she really wanted to have them herself. To begin with I was going to have to watch them pleasure Simone without touching the two of them.What was I supposed to say ...no thanks I'll nip back to that bedsit with the battle-axe landlady!That evening was enjoyable. We chatted and generally became friends. I began to wonder just when all the free-swinging sex was going to kick in. The Pussy Cats were snuggled up together and I noticed that as we talked and drank our wine Julie's hand was between Kim's thighs, quite clearly stroking her pussy. Not urgently, not rushed just soft gentle, almost fingertip, caresses across her cotton panties. Mid conversation Kim stood up and slipped her panties off, revealing a rich carroty muff framed by her pale ivory skin and sat back down, but now with her legs wide open. Julie's fingers continued in the same way, as did the conversation. Simone was simply staring and I could just smell a hint of her intoxicating scent.Julie noticed first, Kim intently talking directly to me about ancient text translation, and said, 'Simmy darling, come over here.'Simone needed no further invitation and scampered over. I was now left in an armchair with the three of them right in front of me. Kim smiled and lifted her T-shirt off settling deeper into the sofa, now stark naked. Simone just stopped in front of her kneeling, a little unsure what to do so Julie crawled down onto the floor with her. Taking Simone's hand she placed it between Kim's open thighs. Simone had already had a sudden and explosive introduction to Sapphic love so showed no hesitation. Her fingers went to work drawing a deep sigh from Kim, thrilled at the element of newness for Simone.Meanwhile, aside from the fact that I was now naked and erect, Julie slipped her own panties and T-shirt off. Naked and clearly trying to hold back her urgency she cuddled in behind Simone, pressing her breasts and pussy against her. Her hands started to explore my lover, fingers combed through her hair then softly traced over her face, running several times around her lips. I wanted to get a better position so moved to clearly see Simone's front. Don't get me wrong, Julie's tanned back, arse and legs with her thick black hair were a sight to behold but I wanted to savour Simone's initiation as much as possible. I know, I know but I thought of this as her initiation.Simone was wearing a dressing gown and as Julie's fingers slid down her neck and under the collar Simone sighed and let her hands fall to her sides. Kim started to rub her pussy herself, clearly transfixed by Simone whose eyes had closed. The dressing gown fell to the floor revealing Simmy in one go. No slow peeling off of clothes, no tentative fumbling with nervous fingers, her body came into full view. Simone as we know was no stranger to exhibiting herself but the situation was different, charged with an intimacy. She whimpered with anticipated pleasure.We had lit candles for the evening with the lights off, drunk wine; the atmosphere was deeply erotic and sensuous. Julie's hands moved to Simmy's breasts and cupped them at which she jumped and cried out. Her body visibly shook with tension as Julie massaged her flesh and squeezed her already very erect nipples. The touching had become more urgent, more definite as both hands slowly pressed into her belly, sinking lower. As the fingers of Julie's right hand slid through Simmy's bush her head lolled and she let out a long deep pent up moan, Julie leant back and softly fell to the floor, pulling Simmy with her.Julie opened her legs to accommodate Simmy's sweet buttocks now pressing against her hot labia and started a long slow finger and palm massage covering Simmy's entire pussy. She squeezed her lips together trapping her clitty in fleshy walls. Kim slipped off the sofa and moved above Simmy as if a man about to thrust his urgent, aching cock into her. I was entranced. My gorgeous lover was sandwiched between two incredible women. Kim pressed herself down and kissed Simmy open mouthed, her tongue clearly slicing through her lips. She positioned herself so her wet and now highly sensitive pussy rode Julie's knuckles. The combined weight seemed to enhance Julie's pleasure as she quickened her rubbing and sucked hard on Simmy's ear. I was stunned to see her free hand blindly lash out as if searching and then grab my cock with an urgency usually only seen at the point of orgasm. I then realised that Simmy's buttocks must have been right on her clitty and the pressure was raising her need fast. She roughly pumped my cock, no elegance to her rubbing here, a virgin and clearly one never to have reached any petting with boys, her skill was basic at best but balanced by a demanding urgency. And the fact that the three were clearly approaching a simultaneous orgasm.All three were moaning in chorus, their bodies glistening in the flickering candlelight and all of a sudden they came, together. The timing was amazing, all three went rigid, both Simone and Julie were desperately trying to close and straighten their legs, which caused the three women to rock. Julie's fist squeezed hard as she came as if trying to transpose her climax to me. It did.On my haunches, cock held by a 23 year old girl who had never held cock I came. A huge orgasm, I groaned loudly as I spurted thick cum which landed in sticky lines on all three women. Julie released me and flopped, as did the other two, limp and sated. I moved back and perched on the edge of a chair, my cock still twitching and dripping cum, not taking my eyes from the women. Simone looked at me and flashed that smile; the Pussy Cats were kissing behind Simmy's head. Simmy disentangled herself and dipped her fingers into Kim's pussy then into Julie's, both still wet, then her own saturated quim. Moving over she curled into the chair with me and pushed her fingers, covered in all three pussy creams into my mouth. The taste was exquisite. It seemed like a blooding at an initiates first fox hunt. As if it was the ink on a contract, signed and sealed. The Pussy Cats had seen it. As they rolled over to us we slipped to the floor and for a while the four of us lay together, entwined, basking in our subsiding climaxes and the knowledge that we were safe to be four sexual creatures, bound as one.Part 8: The Taking of JulieAfter the last episode life settled into a routine of four people coming and going to work and basically shagging all over the place. It is amazing how quickly you can accept what would usually be considered, say, eccentric, as perfectly normal. To begin with I didn't have any sexual contact with the Pussy Cats as such. Julie, having gripped my cock previously was fascinated and at times would touch and stroke but limited herself to just that. Each time though it proved electric from my point of view. There was a look of nervous wonder in her face and this just heightened my excitement. There were so many scenes it is impossible to tell them all. As Simone had said on our first meeting the Pussy Cats really did just go for it whenever and wherever. They would tumble in the front door after work, giggling, fall to the hall floor and make love passionately, semi clothed, get up afterwards and carry on as if nothing had happened. One time I was just coming out of the kitchen, when one of their fall in the floor escapades was starting.As they rolled I tripped and fell, ending up in such a position that I could neither stand or crawl out since we had become tangled. They ignored me. I was only wearing boxer shorts and T-shirt. I lay back and simply enjoyed. Don't ask what position we were in, it was just a tangle of limbs and torsos with the two of them in a vague 69. At least both had their mouths to pussies.My face was inches from Kim's as she went to work on Julie's pussy. My cock was trapped against a stocking thigh, which kept rubbing me. I didn't cum; both girls came quickly and got up leaving me on the floor with a raging hard on, both thinking it was funny.On another occasion, I was making toast in the kitchen. It was morning and Julie and Kim were having their breakfast at the table. Simone darted in from her shower, still naked, knelt in front of me and started to suck my cock. I leant against the worktop becoming breathless as her tongue worked its way around my shaft. Leaning forward I couldn't see her, just feel. Her mouth must have looked a blur as she took me into mouth fast, pumping herself up and down, sucking hard, her cheeks squeezing me. I came very quickly; she swallowed and ran out again. Not a word was said.As I said I fell into this quickly. One evening, we were all watching telly. Mid conversation I took my turn by kneeling between Simone's thighs and burying my face in her pussy. I probed her soft flesh with my tongue, licking along her lips and sucking her whole labia into my mouth, still using my tongue to lick her. She tried to ignore me and carry on talking. I felt her hands on the back of my head though; she wasn't ignoring me that much.I like doing this and can lose myself between her thighs. I am happy to stay there for ages, bringing her close, letting her fall back and repeating many times. I tend to lose track of anything else and was caught by surprise when I felt a naked body press against my naked back and hands take hold of my balls and cock. Simone kept wriggly and as her thighs raised, I caught a glimpse of red hair. Kim was behind me and it was apparent that she did know how to stroke cock. Her lips came close to my ear, she whispered, 'Do you want to do that to Julie?"I did. This time as Simmy started to pass over the edge I let her go, she bucked and cried out as her pussy puckered and sucked on my tongue. Easing away from her, my face covered in her juices I saw that Julie had sat next to her, legs open. I moved along to be in front of her, then it hit me.Kim was still moulded to my back, her hands working wonders on my stiff cock and as I looked round, Simmy had positioned herself flat on her back, head looking straight up to Kim's pussy. I felt Kim stiffen round me, squeeze me harder as Simmy's mouth kissed me on the lips! The thing was though, I was about to be the first man to taste Julie. I have to say I was a bit nervous.Julie was beautiful. Very toned and firm with largish breasts her skin was darkly tanned, her long black hair flowed around her. She had placed her feet on my shoulders letting her knees fall outwards. Her pussy was totally exposed. Trimmed, her bush was black and thick like her hair but her slit was pronounced and was clearly visible with an enormous clitty, hard as nails sticking out. I moved in. All nervousness vanished as I tasted her. She was like wine, a full-bodied red, a deep sweet musky taste and scent, strong and intoxicating.I spent time simply licking her lips, parting them with the tip of my tongue, sliding down to lick the delicate sensitive skin beneath, just in front of her anus, rising again to circle her clitty.She became insistent and I drew that hard stalk into my mouth, an inch long I sucked on her, which made her hips buck. This girl was well used to be eaten, so I was delighted when her juices freely flowed but I also think that having a man for the first time between her thighs did act as an additional stimulus.I wanted to bring her to orgasm, Kim was still glued to me though now softly stroking my bursting cock. I could sense that she was concentrating on the tongue between her lips. Suddenly Kim pulled away.'Wait' she said, 'Julie....how do you feel?''Ready.''OK, Cam, Simmy, come to our bedroom.'I knew where this was going. Julie eyes said it all. Obviously we had been building to this, I knew that. We all went into the bedroom where Kim pulled the duvet from the bed and eased Julie onto it. Julie readily lay back with her legs spread. Kim and Simmy lay either side of her holding her like two bookends. Kim looked at me, standing at the floor of the bed, naked and erect.'This girl is my lover' she said 'she is my life, my breath, my heartbeat. No man has even touched her save you. She wants to feel cock inside her, hot pulsing cock, living flesh and she wants to feel you spurt yourself in her belly' Julie's eyes were wide with lust.I knelt then supported my self over her. Kim's hand took hold of my throbbing cock and guided me to her lover's lips. Simmy's hand gripped my balls. Julie had been entered before, fingers, dildos but this was clearly different.The head of my cock touched her. Kim very slowly used the end of my cock to rub her slit and clitty. I was straining to control myself. Then her hand inched me forward. Julie's eyes were fixed to mine her mouth open as I eased forward. He lips parted and my head slipped inside. She cried out and breathed raggedly. Her arms tightened around the two other women, Kim's fingers took hold of Julie's clit, releasing me to slide into her lover.I took my time, slowly, inching into her. She shuddered and twitched constantly and then I was there. Fully buried, to the hilt. Simmy's hand massaged around my balls and Julie's anus. Kim, her fingers flat, was squashed between us but on her hard nub. Julie lifted her arms and took my head in her hands, lifting her face to mine we kissed. Our mouths met tentatively and then more urgently. I began to pull back, slowly savouring her incredibly tight walls as they held me, vice like.Then I fucked her, long steady stokes, building to a fast constant thrusting, kissing deeply all the time, Kim's hand working hard circles around her clit, I sensed Simmy slip her finger into Julie's anus, lubricated but her stream of juices. I felt a welling up inside of me at the same time as Julie began to spasm, she was crying out with every thrust and the relentless rubbing from Kim. Julie arched her back and went rigid, her arms crushed around me, her pussy strangled my cock as she herself thrust her hips to me.I held fast as I felt my hot cum traveled through my tightening balls, up my shaft. I felt as if there was a moment of plugged pressure and then and explosion as I spurted into Julie. I groaned and went rigid myself unable to control anything, I jerked, lost completely not just in intense pleasure but way back in my mind, the knowledge of taking this woman for the first time.It seemed to last for hours then we both slumped. I fell on her, drained. We were both covered in sweat. She lay there, still breathing fast and shallow. Kim was crying, not with any sense of loss of sadness. She was smiling with a look of pure joy. I kissed her and then Simmy. I was still hard and could feel every twitch, every aftershock in Julie's pussy but I slipped out of her. As I did she looked at me and smiled mouthing a thank you, then rolled into Kim's arms. Their love seemingly cemented even more.Simmy was glazed. We both left our lovers lying together and went to her room. We made love. Slowly, gently and seemed ourselves to draw closer to one another.Part 9: Kim and the GuestsIn the morning I awoke before Simmy, who lay beside me naked, her hair spread across the pillow. My cock was rock hard, as usual in the morning and as I lay there considering her thighs and sliding down between them to wake her with the best morning call devised, I heard moaning coming from the Pussy Cats bedroom. Naked I wandered through and found them enjoying a 69. Julie was on top, her splendid buttocks staring at me as I walked in. Kim was licking her with her morning urgency and obviously responding to Julie's ministrations. Unable to see Julie's face and Kim's pussy I settled down in a chair to watch. My cock was becoming almost painful with the stress of watching them and I purposefully left myself alone, letting the tension build.Kim then caught sight of me and without removing her mouth from Julie's lips beckoned with her eyes. Already we were all communicating in subtle ways and I knew immediately what she meant. I approached. The heights were perfect, my swollen cock bobbed directly in line with Julie's pussy and as Kim concentrated on her lover's clit, without warning, I slipped my cock into Julie. She wasn't expecting it and squealed, lifted her head and tried to turn. Kim brought her knees to bear and clamped them around the dark haired girl holding her fast.I buried my stiff cock to the hilt in one smooth thrust as Julie groaned loudly. Both girls were already close to their orgasms and I wasn't far behind. I kept up a fast steady thrusting as Julie went back to sucking Kim's quim hard making Kim writhe frantically.I could sense Kim was cumming and suddenly Julie's pussy tightened further, her body shuddering. The Pussy Cats were both cumming and that triggered mine. I slammed hard against Julie and resigned to my pulsing spurts, gripping her hips. Mid orgasm I felt extra hands take hold of my balls and tug.This served to intensify and prolong my orgasm, I threw my head back and cried out as Simmy pressed herself against me. As I finished she pulled my head down and kissed me, deep and long as my cock slipped out of Julie.This is how things ended up. Morning, day and night I would find myself freely enjoying myself alone whilst in their company, coupled with Simmy, Julie, all three or any other combination. I had Kim when the two of us were alone. Both Julie and Simmy were at work. Kim and I were watching a movie on telly when she suddenly stripped, tore my clothes off and straddled me on the sofa.Kim looked wonderful to me, tall and slim with medium breasts she had a mane of red hair with a thick carroty muff, ivory pale skin and incredible blue eyes. The contrasting colours topped by a soft, throaty Irish accent extenuated her to a fantasy level. Nothing was said. She rubbed her wet pussy on my hardening cock and when fully erect simply sank onto me. She pressed her body against me as hard and as close and possible, her hands stole under my buttocks and gripped hard. Her mouth came to mine in a passionate, frantic and dominant crush, her tongue lancing into me as I lanced into her down below.Miraculously we both lasted for a long time. She did most of the work, grinding and pounding hard up and down my shaft, both of us moaning in time with the intense and relentless rhythm. Kim's hand left my buttocks and came to my head, her fingers entwined in my hair gripping me. She stopped kissing and whispered in my ear, 'I fucking needed this' at which point she slammed down onto my lap and went rigid, breathing in and holding her breath.Then she let out a long, high pitched moan as her pussy pulsated around my shaft, her hips bucked and she let go all control. Her legs and arms went wild, her breath came in giant gasps as every part of her body convulsed. All I could do was hold on as if on the ride of my life. She was though, riding me in the truest sense of the word.Then she went limp, suddenly flopping down one me, my cock as hard and erect as ever. Her pussy was giving out massive aftershocks, spasming and squeezing me. In this sudden and complete calm, Kim, covered in sweat, virtually a dead weight in my lap triggered an unusual orgasm in me. The spine in the small of my back seemed to tighten and a streak of heat shot to my balls where they tightened like never before.My semen traveled very slowly as if blocked by a cork, resisting the inevitable rush. I could feel the thick cream filling my cock in slow motion, building in pressure. Kim's pussy kept up a gentle massaging as the bough broke and I came in one long continuous gush. No separate spurts, a long squeeze taking in my entire body came in a jet of cum. I held Kim close as I came down from an incredible height. Now I had had all three women.We stayed locked together for a while. I enjoyed feeling Kim's sated body glued to mine. After a while I slid to my back lengthways on the sofa with Kim laying on top of me, her head pillowed on my chest. The silence was comfortable and when I spoke I spoke quietly, maintaining the intimate aura around us 'Why?' I asked.'Why what?'Why did you fucking need that. I am a bit confused about all this you know. Simmy never really explained why you and Julie wanted a man. I mean, doesn't it go against you being lesbians?''What makes you think that all lesbians hate men. Some do. But not all. In any case what is a lesbian, for that matter what is a gay man. I used to have boyfriends and I suppose now I have one again, well a piece of one anyway. You are now our boyfriend, I think all for of us a falling in love with each other, don't you?''Hmmm. Yeah I suppose so. I am in love with Simmy and I know now she could never leave you two and I am getting quite attached to my..... Pussy Cats.''Well there you go' Kim came up onto her elbows, her face hovering inches above mine. I stirred down below, she really was a vision. 'It's about love. I love Julie. In the same way any couple love each other, for both of us sex was a secondary issue. We fell in love. Plain and simple. I still have the same sexual urges though, Julie was getting them so you seemed the idea offering and when it worked for you and Simmy.... it couldn't have been better.''OK.... I think that.... hhhhmmmmm,' I couldn't say anymore, Kim kissed me, her soft lips met mine and her delicate tongue slid into my mouth and my cock started to fill with blood. Before long I was inside her again but this time things were slow, really slow. She slid up and down my cock leisurely, softly murmuring as we carried on kissing.* * * * That evening I made love to Simmy on the sofa while Kim and Julie watched TV beside us. They didn't join in this time except to massage my balls when I came. Afterwards we all sat together entwined, absent-mindedly stroking and caresses each other whilst chatting and watching the box. Simmy mentioned that her mother and sister were coming to stay for a while, arriving at the weekend. Simmy turned out to be 35 as I had guessed, her mother had had her young, an accident with a boyfriend and was now 52. Her mother had been married several times and was once again divorced but did have another daughter, Charlotte who was now 16, a half sister to Simmy.We talked about her family and I learned that her mother had been a model and although 52 looked and felt only 40. Her sister had inherited the family looks as well and although she had a different father she resembled Simone closely. I wasn't quite sure how this was going to fit with our new domestic arrangements so thought of the coming visit with mixed feelings. I could have been wrong but something in Simmy's voice hinted at.... me being busy.The build up to the weekend had me in a bundle of nerves and when the day arrived I was a wreck. To relax me they virtually threw me onto the bed and all three went to work on my cock. It worked. They remained dressed with me naked and three tongues, mouths, six lips.... well what can I say?When they arrived I was truly knocked for six. Not only was I involved with three beautiful women but our guests were exquisite to boot.Charlotte was simply a younger version of Simmy but carried herself well beyond her years. She wore her clothes like a model, a summer dress that did nothing to hide the shape of her body. An hourglass body with large firm breasts the young woman was drop dead gorgeous. When she moved she spelt sex.Her mother took my breath away, tall, about 5'10 and slim with pert breasts pressing against a silk blouse. Shapely legs appeared beneath a tight skirt. Again the thick dark hair, huge brown eyes and long eyelashes, full mouth framed by a face to launch a million ships, let alone a thousand. She walked towards me with cat like grace, extended her hand and said in a thick French accent 'I am Simone's Mother, Helena. I have heard so much about you.' She put emphasis on the word much and I blushed.I actually blushed. I never blush. But she was something else. 52? Maybe, but she really did look 40 or younger.My cock was engorged and straining against my trousers. How the hell was I going to survive this. I assumed, wrongly, that we would be restraining our normal activities. Oh how wrong I was. She spoke again, 'I met your neighbours downstairs on the way in. A gorgeous black girl and her blonde.... flatmate.' She said flatmate with a small smile. Yes, she had the smile.Oh how I was wrong!Part 10: One Man and Six WomenThat evening was the start, the real start of things to come. Up to now I had been teased in the sense that I had no idea to the extent at which my sexual stamina would be put to the test. I picked up very early on that Helena was a very sensual woman who new exactly how to employ her assets. It was very clear where Simone had developed her unconscious ability to arouse simply with a look. Charlotte had not been left out of the loop either. Although younger, she already possessed the obviously genetic sense of what worked. Her every move was executed in such away as to have maximum impact, yet understated, dismissing any thought cynical thought that there was an anterior motive.It was also immediately apparent that they both held the same freethinking that Simone had demonstrated to me. Both new about the Pussy Cats and in no time at had settle into the flat as if it were their own. Helena had headed for the shower soon after arriving and wandered from Simone's room to mine completely nude, and then back again. Meanwhile Charlotte had changed her clothes to a pair of soft cotton shorts and loose T-shirt, cut off to reveal her smooth belly. It was obvious that she was wearing a bra and I guessed her panties were in her room too.By the evening I was in a state of complete confused arousal. I wanted to have sex there and then, no messing around, just simple straightforward sex, but I was still not quite sure. We had cleared away the table and were lounging around watching TV and chatting. I knew Simone could see my erection outlined against my jogging pants and sensed she was holding in a laugh, as if she was keeping a secret. It was then that Helena said with that smile of hers, 'Hey Cameron, you feeling comfortable there.'The penny had dropped. I knew then that my domestic situation had not changed one iota with Simone's family being here. I took the bull by the horns. Charlotte was sitting opposite me talking with Kim. It was her I homed in on. I stood up and lifted my T-shirt off and then pushed my bottoms off revealing myself to everyone, fully erect. I was nervous. What the hell would happen if I had got this wrong. Charlotte was 16 and looked older, perfectly legal, that wasn't my concern, it was the simple error of assuming everything and everyone was on the dinner plate. I need not have worried. Charlotte was now watching me with glee.I walked over to her and knelt, noticing that the others had gathered round. Helena has hurriedly taking her clothes off as was Simone. Julie virtually pounced on Kim her mouth and hands ravaging her. I had got it right.Charlotte lifted her bare, delicate feet and started using her soles and toes to masturbate my cock. The sensation was glorious and she had obviously done it before. I leaned forward and as I reached for her shorts, pulling them down, she took her T-shirt off. Her body was enough to drive the breath from my lungs. Her breasts were full, rounded, firm and topped with large erect chocolate nipples. Her belly was flat, her hips wide with legs holding a perfect shape. Her pussy was bare, naturally bare. I found out later that for some reason it just never grew.I could not contain myself. With Charlotte's feet still working their magic on my cock I opened her thighs and French kissed her pussy. She was dripping. I spread her lips and tongued her as deeply as I could, the situation did not call for subtlety and I used my thumb to rub in a circular motion on her protruding clitoris. The evening had obviously been charged for all of us, Charlotte came in seconds, her hips bucking hard, she clamped her thighs around my head and I felt her feet leave me to be replaced by a mouth. I did not know who's. I couldn't breath as her wonderful nectar poured down my throat and filled my nostrils.I moved my hands to her buttocks and using the wetness from her pussy, eased my finger into her arse. It seemed to prolong her orgasm, or trigger a series of continuing climaxes. I heard her cry out just as the mouth on my cock sucked incredibly hard. I lost total control, groaning loudly into Charlotte's pussy I spasmed and spurted my cream into, as it turned out, her mother's mouth. Helena was an Olympic gold medallist at cock sucking and was doing movements with her tongue, which drew every last bit of jism from me.As I slumped to the floor, Charlotte quickly slid on top of me, straddling my softening cock, rubbing her silky pussy on it. Her mouth crushed to mine, her exquisite globes rubbed against my chest. I was delirious but became aware of Charlotte stiffening, her head lifted and she moaned. I looked past her and saw Julie had strapped on a dildo and pushed into Charlottes arse. Charlotte was grunting, her eyes tightly shut as Julie began to thrust slow, steady strokes. My cock sprang back to hardness and Simone took hold of me easing me into her sister.I picked up the motion with Julie and we both thrust alternately, as if two hammers were punching in a fence post. Charlotte couldn't speak. Julie and I picked up the speed, reaching a pounding pace, thumping into Charlotte for all we were worth. Charlotte's pussy contracted, it had already been tight, now I thought my cock would never escape and Charlotte had another orgasm. As the tidal wave hit her, I thrust as deep as I could and held my cock in, Julie did the same, timed to be beyond Charlotte's point of no return. She orgasmed with my cock in her pussy and Julie's prosthetic up her arse.This time Charlotte slumped, utterly drained. I was still raging and desperate for someone else. As I crawled from the murmuring, twitching girl I came upon a sight, which I shall always remember. In the middle of the room, Helena and Simone were in a 69, Helena on top. I was paralysed. Simone's eyes met mine as she urgently suckled on her mother's pussy. I had not thought of this permutation, my mind absorbed with Helena and Charlotte as individuals looking only to me. At first I was shocked and then, and then.... I exploded.I fell to my knees and in one massive thrust, impaled Helena, Simone's 52 year old mother, Charlottes mother, on my cock and taking a firm grip on her hips fucked her like nothing else. Simone's tongue ran frantically over my pistoning shaft and Helena's stretched lips and clitty. Helena was shuddering. I did not let up. I could feel my balls boiling. Then it happened.I pulled back with enormous force, right out of her and blindly hit home again. But Helena screamed, her head flying up from Simone's pussy and I realised I had fully entered her arse, right to my pubic bone. My cock was drenched with pussy juice and saliva which had enabled easy entry, but not that easy.'YES' Helena shouted, 'YES YES YES, fuck me hard, harder' her voice was ragged and laced even heavily with her French accent. It dawned on me that this was very much her thing, which is why I had entered her so fast. Beyond any sense of boundaries I fucked her arse, hard. Very quickly, she came, Simone was sucking on her clit and her arse tightened. The pressure was intense and I felt my cum racing through my balls and cock and spurting deep inside her. I jerked for an eternity. We orgasmed together, our bodies glued together.20 minutes later we all lay together on the floor. Julie and Kim had been next to us, themselves in a 69. All of us had been sated but as we were to find out, not for long. We had been extremely noisy. The neighbours could not normally hear anything, but tonight there was a knock at the door.Part 11: Building Up To Six WomenWe were all feeling warm and sleepy, the lights were low and the flat felt comfortable. I was dimly aware that the room was filled with the aroma of our lovemaking as Charlotte wandered over to the door and opened it, forgetting that she was totally nude. From where we were we could hear the startled cry form our downstairs neighbour as this beautiful young woman confronted her. The conversation was a little surreal comprising of, what seemed like, feigned indignation and awkward embarrassment.Simone had been gently stoking my cock so I was semi erect, hanging, yet clearly engorged and only a lick away from a full flagpole. Feeling mischievous I stood and went to the hallway slipping my arm around Charlotte, standing naked and clearly aroused in front of this new woman. She was pretty with blonde hair and a slim body and the most deep blue eyes I had ever seen. She wore a business suit and appeared to have only recently got in from work. I smiled.'I just wanted to say that I feel the noise from this flat, and the type of noises are just too much. I must ask you, no, I insist that you keep quiet.... I.... um....' her words became lost as she realised that I was naked. She was trying desperately to look me in the face but her eyes betrayed her as they flicked up and down. She really was quite lovely and crimson with embarrassment at which my cock rose to its full glory, for some reason becoming very aroused at her discomfort. She let out the longest sigh, which sounded full of frustration, and ended up just staring at my hard cock, she sagged a little and leant against the doorframe.Charlotte sensed a change in her. Kneeling before me she took my cock into her mouth and slowly started to suck me, making sure that the angle was kept clear so our neighbour could see everything. Her wet lips and tongue massaged the length and head of my cock as she used a lot of salver to drench me so that the spectacle was enhanced. The blonde was transfixed and almost without realising it she slipped to her knees. Looking down at her I studied her as best I could from my angle of view. She wore medium high court shoes with nylons over shapely legs and a smart grey skirt and jacket with a white blouse. Whilst I was taking this in she shuffled forward and almost pulled Charlotte off me, who stood and kissed me before returning to the writhing mass of female flesh I could see over my shoulder.The blonde simply took over from where Charlotte had left and with small groaning whimpers sucked me as though she had been starved of sustenance for years. I was stunned at her skill but more with her enthusiasm, the animal passion with which she sucked me was incredible and in a short time I came, filling her mouth. I thought she might pull away but she stuck fast until I had completely stopped, swallowing all my cum. I dropped to my knees as she fell into my arms.'I don't know what to say' she murmured ' I have never done anything like that, I mean, well, I have sucked before obviously but not just like that with a complete stranger....I am so embarrassed.''Hey, lets have none of that' I answered 'tell you what, come with me' She made no protest as I led her out to the staircase and sat her down halfway. Lifting her skirt, revealing stockings and panties I eased the gusset to one side and without any introductions, I licked her pussy from bottom to top, slowly, letting my tongue sink between her lips and then right over her already hard clit. She squealed and threw her thighs wider apart. Her hands suddenly gripped the back of my head and she ground herself against my mouth, thrusting her hips in a frantic spasmic urgency. I had hardly licked and sucked her before she came in massive pent up convulsions, throwing her head back and almost growling. She slumped back on the stairs but her body still stirred. Moving with anticipation. It was then that I noticed her flatmate, a tall willowy black girl with a face that could almost certainly have launched five thousand ships, staring at us through the stair rails.Her eyes flashed as she smiled and reached through cupping her friends face in her hand.'At last, my sweet, sweet Camilla, at last,' she said with a husky voice that gripped my shaft, then looking at me she said 'carry her into our flat.' I did. And I was still naked.Nemesis |
sarahs.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/53/sarahs.txt | It was almost midnight. Sarah was walking home from a party. She was wearing a bright red dress, a necklace, and black pumps. She also had on lacy pink panties and a cotton bra. She was in a good mood, and not thinking about anything in particular. She wasn't paying too much attention to the black van coming down the road. The van slowed down to a crawl, then the driver stuck his head out of the window. "Hey girlie - want a beer?" He was a fairly good-looking guy in his late twenties. He had short black hair, a bit of stubble on his chin, and was wearing cut-off jeans and a t-shirt. His mostly bare arms showed off some tattoos with reptilian motifs. He was holding up a bottle of cold beer. Sarah thought about this offer. She didn't know this man at all. Would it be safe for her to accept his offer? But on the other hand, she was a bit thirsty. And it's not that often she got offered free beer. "OK, mister.""Great!" The man opened the van door, showing her the big cooler filled with beer on the passenger seat. Sarah entered the van, and slid down across the large front area. The van had slick vinyl seats, and a large back area (the back seats had been removed). "What's your name, sweet thing?" "Sarah.""Hey Sarah - I'm Monty. Now, let's drink up!" Monty handed her the bottle of beer - it had already had its cap removed. He then grabbed a cold beer from the cooler, and clinked his bottle with hers. They both began drinking. It was good beer, Sarah thought, if a bit strong."So, how are you liking that beer, honey?""Well, it's good beer, Monty... but really strong. And don't call me honey, will you please? We only just met!""OK, your highness." Monty revved up the van again. They started driving at a slow pace down the road. He made small talk with her, as they drove. "Do you live in town, Sarah?""Yeah, just a mile from here.""Sweet. I am on the other side of town, myself.""I see. So what do you do for a living, Monty?""Me? I'm a professional rapist." After a moment of awkward silence, they both burst out laughing.""Really? Does that pay well?" Sarah laughed nervously."Well the pay isn't so much, but the side benefits are really good." He laughed softly. "Actually, I work for a warehouse.""I see." Sarah's last couple of words were slurred, because her head was reeling. "Hey, what is in this beer?" she laughed. Within seconds, her chin hit her upper chest. Sarah was unconscious. The beer - which had some sedatives slipped into it by Monty just moments before he had propositioned Sarah - fell out of her hands. Monty grabbed it just before it hit the car floor. Some drops of beer had spilled on Sarah's dress, and the car floor. But Monty didn't mind too much - his master plan had just begun.PART TWO--------When Sarah came to, she found herself in a strange bedroom. She gazed around the room. The walls were painted baby blue. Monty was seated in a leather chair in the corner. He was sipping a bottle of water. She tried to sit up. That is when she realized that her arms and legs were spread wide, and she wasn't able to move them. She saw the thin but sturdy ropes securing her limbs to the bedposts, and groaned. She also realized that she was naked. "Oh... where am I?" she said through her mental haze."You're at my place, sweet thing." Monty's tone was quite casual."But... why? Will you let me go, please?" Sarah strained at the ropes binding her. The curtains were drawn, but she could see the darkness outside, indicating that it was still night-time."No. I took you here for a reason, Sarah. When I saw you walking down the road, all alone, I knew I had to have you. For me. And only for me." He got up and moved towards the bed."What are you doing?! I'll swear I'll scream! Help! Help!" A blow from Monty's hand to her face cut off her train of loud volume quickly enough. She reeled from the pain, cursing at him under her breath.""Don't fucking scream, bitch! You do that again, and you will have my little friend to contend with." He pulled out a knife, the blade of which was easily six inches long, and made of sharp steel. Sarah gulped hard when she saw it. She was scared of what might happen to her, but the thought of that blade touching her made her pliant.Sarah never dreamed that her first contact with a male cock would involve a knife at her throat. But that is exactly what happened. She reluctantly opened her mouth, letting her tongue slide over and around Monty's exposed shaft. "You do a good job, girlie, and I will give you a special treat..." Sarah silently cursed him, even as she sucked him off. He was a bastard, and she couldn't think of any punishment that would be too bad for him. Monty held Sarah's dark brown locks tightly with his free hand, yanking her hair whenever he felt her fellatio technique was flagging. She grunted as she swallowed his thick penis, hoping that he would tire of forcing her to suck his cock. His tool glided across her wet tongue, the mushroom head softly poking the back of her throat. She choked a bit, and tried to pull her head off of his cock entirely. "Nothing doing, bitch!" He pressed the blade against her throat, lightly cutting the skin. "Don't stop!" Sarah blinked back tears as she used her mental willpower to continue sucking her kidnapper's cock. Soon, he exploded in lustful climax. Sarah gasped and choked as her mouth was filled with Monty's thick creamy cum. "Swallow it, girlie! Don't spill a fucking drop, now..." Sarah reluctantly swallowed the torrent of sperm, to ensure no further pain. His cum was a bit salty, but not altogether unpleasant. "That's it, good girl..." Monty moaned as he wiped some sweat from his brow. He slowly withdrew his spent organ from her mouth. She gasped for breath, feeling hot tears roll down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what was happening to her - and all because she was naive enough to accept a beer from a strange man.Monty went into the kitchen. Sarah craned her neck to try and see what he was doing. He soon returned, with an open bottle of beer. She was unsure what he might try next, and she tensed up. She was mildly surprised when he put the mouth of the bottle to her lips. "Here is your reward for being so great at blowing me, girlie..." Monty told her. He tipped the bottle back, so Sarah could gulp down the cold, refreshing beer. It helped to wash down the strong taste of his sperm. Within a minute, she polished off the contents of the bottle. "Wow, you must of been really thirsty, honey!" He patted her shoulder. "You won't get away with this, you son of a bitch! I can yell! I can yell all night long, until somebody comes and..."This time, instead of putting a knife to her throat, Monty stopped Sarah's yelling by stuffing a rubber ball-gag into her mouth. The ball gag was held in place by a leather harness that he quickly tied around her head. The thick black leather straps dug into Sarah's face, hair, and neck. She could only breathe through her nose. She sputtered, as she tried to get used to this foreign object that had just been placed inside her mouth."That's what you get for being so damn noisy, girlie. Now let me loosen up by watching some porn on the VCR." He left Sarah tied and helpless to the bed, as he casually popped in a bondage porn video. He paid little attention to his captive's struggling with her bonds, as he sipped a cold beer and enjoyed the sight of the porn models being spanked and tied up by dominant men. Before long, Sarah simply got too tired to fight any more. It was late, and she had a sense of not quite believing that this ordeal was really happening. She decided to try and go along with whatever Monty wanted - for now. Later on, when she regained her sense of balance, she might try and plan an escape of some kind.Before long, Monty was quite aroused. He knew that he was ready to plunge his meat sword into Sarah's feminine valley. He definitely was in a mood for fucking. But he was smart enough to know that Sarah might need some stimulation, before she could accept his erection into her body. He used a thick ten-inch plastic dildo to get her warmed up. Sarah didn't want to show that she was enjoying the sensations too much, but she couldn't help bucking her hips along with the pretend penis as Monty ran it up and down her pussy lips. She groaned and grunted as he ran the tip around her pink clit. Even in her tied-up state, she knew that it was swelling up with excitement. Likewise, she felt a strong sensation of wetness between her legs. Monty took away the dildo, and then mounted her. Before she had much time to react, he pinned her thighs to the bed with his strong hands. Sarah saw that his cock was quite erect, and virtually throbbing with lust. "Get ready for some red-hot fucking, girlie!" he told her. "This was what I was telling you about, earlier. I am a rapist - just not the professional kind. But you just might end up wanting to pay me, 'cuz I'm so good at what I do." Sarah struggled as her captor mounted her. She was still a virgin, and afraid of the pain of having her hymen broken. Monty gasped as his stiff rod penetrated her pristine cunt. "Aaaahhh..." His thick mushroom-shaped glans ripped Sarah's hymen. She winced in pain, then felt Monty's cock slipping in and out of her pink vaginal walls. Monty was loving it, he got his rocks off by forcing his thick tool into Sarah's slut. "Oh yes, baby - I'm showing you what good sex is all about!" Sarah wanted to bite his ears off, she was so pissed at being raped by him. Still, despite her horror of being forced to have sex, she felt some pleasure from what was happening. Monty's cock was quite thick and large, and was stretching her pussy with ease. She swore she could feel his cock-head steadily hitting her g-spot. Even though she had always planned to save her cherry for a man she was married (or least engaged to), she continued to remain wet, as Monty banged his hard tool in and out of her juicy pink snatch. "Oh fuck - I'm gonna shoot my load now, honey!" Monty grimaced as he pumped faster and harder. Sarah gulped hard - she didn't want him to cum inside her. She had no protection of any kind, nor did her captor. Still, he was so aroused by Sarah that he couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to. Wild horses couldn't pull his body off of hers. He sweated and grunted as his bloated balls filled to the bursting point. He gasped out loud - 'Aaaahhh...' as his rigid dick exploded inside Sarah's no-longer-virginal pussy. Sarah realized that he was beyond the point of no return. He spewed his fresh seed deep inside her. There was lots of it, too. That was because Monty was so incredibly turned-on. He collapsed on Sarah's nude body, gasping for breath. She tried to will him to get off of her, and remove his violating organ from her. But it was no use. Her struggling had no effect on him. After a minute of rest, Monty used his hands to lift his body off of her. A few beads of sweat dripped from his hairy chest and onto her breasts. She softly shuddered. She was relieved when he removed his partly-deflated cock from inside her. A short trail of semen, mixed in with the residue of her hymen, dripped onto the bed sheet, very close to Sarah's crotch. Monty wiped the sweat from his brow, with the back of his hand. "Wow, that was great, girlie! If I had known you were a virgin, I would have been gentler. Just not that much more gentle." He laughed softly. Sarah glared at him, wanting to tell him off in the worst way. He took a shower, as Sarah tried to recover from the rape she had just experienced. She could feel the big torrent of cum he had left inside her, swimming around near her cervix. Some of it seeped out of her pussy, trickling down to her ass crack. Soft tears rolled down her face, as she seethed inside.When Monty returned from his shower, casually toweling off his naked body, he had a cheese sandwich in his hands. It wasn't for him, but for Sarah. "Here, girlie - you must be hungry." She was, actually. He removed the gag from her mouth, reminding her that he still had his blade, if she screamed or otherwise caused any trouble. Sarah was too exhausted and hungry, at this point, to do anything with her mouth but scarf down the sandwich that Monty fed to her. Once finished eating, Monty untied her. Keeping his blade at her throat, he led her to a metal post in the corner of his bedroom. He made her squat down on the floor, still stark naked and with thighs moist from the recent sex. He then fastened a giant leather belt to her waist, and made sure to wrap it around the pole. This basically kept her tied to the pole. "You bastard!" Sarah hissed at him, actually spitting at him. While it didn't land on him, Monty slapped her face anyway. He was quite insulted that she would do something so vile, especially after he had just been kind enough to feed her. "You can't treat me like that, girlie! I own you now!" He grabbed an empty beer bottle near him, and pressed the nose of the bottle into her pussy. "I fucking own you - especially this part of you!" He withdrew the bottle from her opening, and then jammed the rubber ball gag back into her mouth. "This is where you sleep, Sarah. At least 'til you learn who is boss around here." He then turned off the lights, and went to bed. Sarah watched sadly as her captor contentedly drifted off to sleep, in his nice warm bed. Sarah had no choice but to sleep in a squatting position on the floor, tied to a post. "I'll get you, Monty - and it won't be long from now!" she silently vowed.PART THREE----------The next morning, Monty untied Sarah from the metal post and demanded breakfast. Sarah played docile, and put up no fight as she was let free, and ordered into the kitchen. Monty allowed her to put on a robe, and he did the same. He kept a close eye on Sarah as she whipped up some fresh pancakes. "Thanks, honey," said Monty as she placed them on a plate and served three of them to him. The rest of the pancakes she kept on a plate for herself. "You're welcome," Sarah replied with no real sincerity. Her mind was racing at the thought of escape. It was when he was drinking a big glass of orange juice that she made a run for it. She simply ran out the door, clad only in the pink terrycloth robe that Monty had given her. He was stunned at first, then quickly ran after her. She tried to outrun him, but it was no use. He caught up to her before she reached the sidewalk. "Hey, girlie! Where in hell do you think you're going?!" He grabbed her by the waist and threw her to the ground. He slapped her around a bit, causing Sarah to wriggle around in anguish. He lifted her up by her long brown locks, and forcibly dragged her back inside. He was really ticked off, Sarah could tell. She shivered inside, very afraid of what might happen to her.Just as she feared, Monty punished her severely, for her attempt to escape. He tied her face down to the bed, using his brute strength to hold her limbs steady - Sarah was struggling like a wildcat. Once he stuffed the rubber ball gag into her mouth, the discipline began. First, he wailed away using a leather belt - no part of her anatomy was spared. He used a wooden paddle to repeatedly slap her bare behind. Sarah wept and struggled with each blow, but she could not end her torment. By the time Monty showed mercy enough to stop, her poor ass cheeks were a dark shade of pink, and covered with welts. She desperately wanted to free her hands, just so she could soothe her aching backside. Instead, she felt her flayed skin throb in the morning air. Monty went off to work, leaving her in her tied-up, freshly spanked state. That morning was by far the worst punishment Monty ever gave Sarah. After that brutality, she became more docile. As the days wore on, she regularly submitted to the vaginal and oral sex that her captor initiated. One reason she didn't try and escape again was that she actually began to enjoy it. Once she got over the initial shock of being kidnapped and tied up, she got more and more used to Monty - and his cock. The way he wielded his weapon made her feel alive. She couldn't help but grunt and groan in lustful pleasure, whenever he stretched out her pussy, and then blasted a thick load of semen inside it. Every night she had to continue to stay tied to the metal post in the corner of the bedroom. But it was quite often that, before she would drift off to sleep, she found herself gazing longingly at Monty's silent and naked body, as he slept on his bed sheets.The time when Sarah and Monty both knew that she had finally fallen for him occurred on a Friday night. Monty took advantage of her, while she was in her usual state of being tied naked and spread-eagled to his bed. Sarah's pussy was already dripping when he entered her, and she bit his shoulder and cried "Fuck me, daddy!" as he continuously pounded her. That was the turning point, for both of them. Monty was so pleased with her, that for the first time since kidnapping her he let her sleep in his bed, right beside him. Sarah was happier than she had ever been, as she slept beside Monty, the pair of them stark naked and glowing with sexual satisfaction.Once Sarah warmed up to him, Monty introduced more variety into their sexual play. He used the dildo more often, and one weekend gave her a three-speed vibrator as a gift. Another sexy toy that Monty bought was a small glass tube that gave off low-level electricity. Sarah wriggled with delight when he ran the electric tube over her naked body. It actually gave off tiny sparks all over her skin. The kinkiest gift of all - no question - was the slender live serpent that Monty bought from a local pet store. It was a light green coral snake. Sarah was secretly delighted that he thought of this. That snake got to explore some very sexy human skin. Monty watched in amusement as the reptile slithered all around his lover. As she felt goosebumps form on her skin, Sarah's wiggled her tongue in a way similar to that of the snake's tongue darting in and out of its mouth. They included that snake in their love-play at least once a week; all three parties seemed agreeable to this arrangement. Another thing that they tried was pubic grooming (on her). About once every five days, Monty trimmed Sarah's pussy hair into a heart shape. He often held up a mirror to her pussy, after he used shaving cream and a razor to trim her pubes. This way, Sarah could admire and compliment his handiwork. She liked having a 'heart-shaped pussy', as she put it.Another reason for Sarah's warming up to Monty was linked to a physical change in her. A few weeks after her abduction, she realized that her belly was growing slightly, as were her breasts. She suspected the same thing that Monty himself did. "Sarah, I think I knocked you up!" When she failed to get her period over the next few weeks, that confirmed it. Neither of them were entirely prepared for this, but at the same time they weren't unhappy over this development either. Being pregnant made Sarah feel like a more mature woman, and Monty liked the visual proof of his sexual potency. "I hope the baby looks like you, Monty," she told him. That made him feel closer to Sarah.One spring weekend, Monty and Sarah went on a special outing to the woods. They bought a picnic basket with them, and enjoyed a nice leisurely lunch on the grass. A shimmering lake and some lushly green hills formed the perfect backdrop to their meal. They found themselves feeling randy as the lunch progressed, and they acted on their lustful instincts. Monty removed his shorts, and Sarah turned his cock into a tasty treat by covering it with whipped cream and licking it right off. When she slid off her mini-skirt, Monty slid some cherries up her pussy, and expertly fished out each one with his agile tongue. They topped it off by stripped completely naked and pouring sparkling cider all over each other. They took turns lapping the sweet juice off of each other's skin. Then Sarah told Monty that she wanted to guzzle his cum as 'the best dessert of all'. He readily agreed, and stood on the grass holding Sarah's head as she lovingly blew him. When he was almost ready to climax, he realized that he was being watched. A male hiker was leaning against a tree, with his shorts around his ankles. He was steadily stroking his meat, quite aroused by what Monty and Sarah were doing. Sarah was too busy sliding her moist tongue around her lover's shaft to notice the peeping Tom. Monty beckoned the horny man over to them. The man didn't hesitate a moment. He pulled up his shorts, while keeping his hard cock out of them. He trotted over to the picnic blanket. It was at this moment that Monty was ready to cum. He pulled out of Sarah's mouth, and then motioned to the horny hiker. "Say hello to our not so little friend..." Sarah was surprised - but not unhappily so - to find a strange man with his cock hanging out of his shorts. He wasn't bad-looking, and he was pretty big (although not as big as Monty). "Why don't you and I cover this lovely lady with our jizz?" suggested Monty. "Oh yes..." Sarah immediately replied. The hiker was so aroused, he immediately started stroking his shaft again - this time with a definite target for his orgasm. Monty and the man both climaxed roughly in unison, shooting their loads of fresh, sticky cum all over Sarah's naked skin. All three of them groaned in pleasure, as the cum landed on her. "Mmmm..." Sarah loved being used in such a fashion. The hiker murmured his thanks and then slinked off into the woods. Sarah ran her fingers over her naked skin, now glistening with white sperm. She scooped up a few fingerfuls of the stuff, and tasted it. She couldn't tell who's cum was whose, but she loved the taste all the same. "You did great there, honey!" Sarah smiled at Monty's compliment - she loved it when she pleased him, especially sexually. She lived for his compliments. Monty suggested they both cool off with a naked swim in the nearby river. Sarah agreed, and they walked hand in hand to the river banks. They continued to hold hands as they waded feet-first into the coolly refreshing water. They shared a nice languid swim in the river, with the warm sun beating down on them. Once Sarah washed the men's cum off of her, she impulsively grabbed Monty for a wet embrace. Monty held her closely, telling her how much she turned him on. They kissed for a long time, letting their tongues collide in their open mouths. Much to his delight, Sarah then gave him an underwater blow-job. She had to come up for air every half-minute, but it was still a great thrill. He was so aroused by her, then he actually managed to cum inside her mouth. Sarah swallowed it all, then came up for air. She breathed through her nose, as she relished the taste of Monty's sperm coating her throat. Monty realized that he was incredibly lucky to have her in his life, and he told her so. She was so happy to hear this, she kissed him. The violence of their first meeting had been almost entirely forgotten, by this point.The next outing for the pair took them even farther - to New York. They took in lots of sights, including a boat ride around Manhattan. They saw some live shows, and also enjoyed the fine cuisine the city had to offer. By this time, Sarah was about six months along with her pregnancy, and was starting to lactate. Monty had been eagerly been looking forward to this, and made sure to suckle at Sarah's ripe red nipples, at least once per day. Sarah swooned as she fed that sweet milk to the man she loved. He gulped it down as fast as it came out. Monty also swooned as he feasted on her breast milk, so happy to share this loving and intimate act with the woman he had chosen to spend his life with. Monty took Sarah to a very special place - a BDSM club. Sarah allowed herself to be restrained by the leather straps the club offered, and then be spanked by a large wooden paddle. Monty's spanking technique was quite masterful, it produced loud 'slap' sounds when he struck Sarah's bare buttocks. Just when the pain was proving to be almost too much for her to take, he relented. He soothed her hot pink ass cheeks with a cold peppermint balm, that he spread with his fingers. Sarah groaned with relief. Then it was time for tit torture. Monty wrapped each of Sarah's breasts with rope, and also attached metal clamps to her nipples. He slapped her tied-up tits with a small whip. The steady slaps of this instrument of pain sent shock waves of pain over her chest. She gasped with each blow of the whip. A large crowd had gathered to watch. It wasn't often that they got a chance to watch a pregnant, nearly-naked woman be abused like this, so they took in the sight with great pleasure. Monty and Sarah both reveled in this - they were both exhibitionists at heart. Monty finally took mercy on Sarah, and undid the ropes from her breasts, and also removed the clamps. Sarah's breasts were covered with small red welts, and her nipples were aching. But she didn't complain - she actually liked engaging in this kind of kinky play with Monty.The next and last stop on their New York pleasure tour was an equally special kind of club - a swinger's club. They both gathered quite a few looks from the other couples there - Sarah's youth, good looks and big belly helping quite a lot. They shared a slow dance, Sarah keeping her head on Monty's shoulder, as he led them both. Finally, it was time for the highlight of the club - the mat room. To enter this room, the couples were required to check their clothes and put on towels. When Monty and Sarah reached it, there were already a dozen couples fucking up a storm. Monty and Sarah removed their towels and joined them in their loose orgy. They held each other tightly, kissing softly. Sarah pulled Monty's cock with her fingers, loving how stiff she could make it. When he was hard enough, she knelt on the floor and began sucking him off. Monty groaned, loving the soft wetness of Sarah's mouth. He noticed a curious sight - a well-endowed black man leaning against the wall, stroking his dark shaft. He was looking directly at the pair of them, but especially at Sarah's swollen breasts and belly. Monty beckoned him over. The black man stood in front of Sarah, his cock throbbing with need. As she took a short break from blowing Monty, she looked up at him and smiled. He was sexy enough that she was willing to have a three-some with him. She took turns blowing Monty and the black stud. She loved making both men rock-hard - taking each cock to the very edge, then pulling back just enough so that they would have to wait to explode. "I want you both to fuck me at once!" she said, the pure desire showing in her eyes. Both men agreed to this. Monty lay face up on the floor, helping Sarah to straddle him. She grabbed his erect tool and slid it right up her juicy snatch. She bounced lightly up and down on his groin, her bloated belly hitting his stomach as she did so. Monty held her steady, and told her that she was doing great. The dark-skinned stud poured lube on his large penis, and knelt down behind Sarah. She grimaced as he forced his big black johnson up her tight anus. She loved the sensation of two giant cocks inside her, separated only by a thin membrane. She bucked back and forth, allowing both men to penetrate her fully. As if this double-penetration wasn't enough, two very sexy women joined in on the action. One blonde and one brunette both knelt down on either side of Sarah, each taking a breast in her mouth. They had to struggle to keep their mouths on her ripe nipples, as Sarah was wildly enjoying the pair of cocks inside her. Sarah was so aroused, her cunt was dripping wet. She enjoyed some powerful multiple orgasms, squeezing and milking both cocks. Monty came inside her first, then the black man pulled out and shot his load of cum all over her ass. This was so thrilling to Sarah that her milk let down from her ducts, squirting into two female mouths at once. The ladies loved the taste of Sarah's breast milk, neither one spilled a drop. When they left New York, they both were so exhausted that they both fell asleep on the plane home. They held hands, each one smiling with the memory of the wonderful sex they shared on their trip to the big city. Later that night, snugly in their bed, they kissed and professed their undying love. "Daddy, do you love me?" Sarah asked him, stroking his hairy chest with her fingers. "Yes, Sarah, daddy loves you. Now - and forever. Now, let me ask you... Are you my cunt?""Yes, Daddy, I am your loving and devoted cunt." They kissed again, and promised to fuck the first thing tomorrow morning. As Monty drifted off to sleep beside her, Sarah marveled at the incredible journey her life had taken over the past year. She remembered thinking how she would 'get' Monty for what he did to her, the first night of her captivity. Now she 'had' Monty all right - and she didn't want to let him go, ever...END |
anjou2.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/47/anjou2.txt | CHAPTER 4Devon followed instructions well and began with nipples and licked his old college friend well...ultimately from end to end. He hated the fishy smell of pussy but wanted those big dicks all for himself."Sissy boy, put on a condom and fuck Anjou." Boris had made up his mind that he would see just how far he could go in the humiliation of this bottom...just for fun. "I'm going to try and cure you of being a faggot tonight, OK sissy boy?" He taunted.Under Devon's ministrations Anjou had gone rigid and relaxed again but not with the intensity she had with the attention of the Russian Doctors. "Boris, he has a limp dick, how do you expect him to fuck me?" Anjou pointed out the flaw in the big Russians plan.None of this was lost on Yanik. "Oh, that's easily corrected. I will give this young gentleman a prostrate massage and he will comply with at least a semi hard on. But Anjou, would you please ride him cowgirl style because I want him to ream my ass while you fuck him" And with that Yanik opened another condom, lubed it with KY and began Devon's digital probe. Although his soft dick firmed it did not harden enough for Anjou to mount Devon so Boris picked a banana flavored condom, cover Devon's semi-pole and engulfed him in one swift movement. Yanik continued the digital 'examination' and Boris pumped a few pumps. Devon hardened quickly and to everyone's delight displayed a nice 6" boner as Boris fondled Devon's scrotum. Having experienced too many lost opportunities with her husband Mike, Anjou pushed Boris aside and quickly mounted the erect pole. As promised, Boris mounted Devon's face a barked "Lick my ass sissy boy." Yanik had removed his finger from the subject's posterior and with another condom readied himself to fuck Devon's now well lubed asshole. He spread Devon's legs apart and lifted them to give a better entry angle to his Russian missile."OK sissy boy, this is what you requested" Yanik warned as he thrust forward trying to sink his prick to the hilt in one shot. Anjou was pushed forward and she in turn pushed into Boris. Boris accommodated by removing his ass from the faggots face and instead feeding him 10 rigid inches of man meat. Yanik began to push harder and was half way in as Devon began to go limp inside Anjou. "He's losing his hard on" she complained.Boris wanted Devon to come inside his old friend so he politely requested of Anjou to "Please stay on him, he will cum soon." And sure enough within about 30 seconds Devon's limp dick spewed its load into its scum bag. Anjou dismounted. "Voila!' Yanik withdrew. Boris stopped choking the faggot with his monster dick and put on another rubber rain coat and moved into position between Devon's spread legs. Boris was more brutal then his younger brother and plunged his entire length into Devon forcibly on his first attempt. Boris was longer and slightly thicker then Yanik and tears began to pour from Devon's eyes. Anjou stroked her old friends forehead as his ass was savagely pounded by the 6'8" heavily muscled Russian with a thick 10" prick. "Will Anjou have to pay for her room this weekend?" Boris asked as he continued his assault without skipping a beat. Devon moved his head from side to side as he struggled to speak "no""And her room service?" Boris continued."Covered," came the reply in a weak voice. "Have we fulfilled your hearts desire sissy boy?" Boris wanted to know for sure he had humiliated and hurt his subject enough. "Oh, yeah," was Devon's quiet reply as he continued to silently cry with labored breathing. Boris increased his pace and it seemed his depth of penetration until all at once he removed his prick, quickly pulled off his condom and shot gobs of cum all over Devon's stomach, chest and as Boris moved forward over his subject he got the last load on Devon's face. Everyone calmed down and breathing returned to normal."Don't move," Boris instructed Devon. "Did you enjoy it?" "OH, YES!" with much more enthusiasm then when he was being savagely pounded."Did you enjoy sucking Anjou's nipples?" Boris was now going after his object lesson"Yes, they were more responsive then many men and I like the size and firmness.""Did you enjoy licking Anjou's pussy?" Boris pushing onward."No, not especially because I don't like the smell of pussy; but I did enjoy giving my old friend pleasure," Devon answered honestly."And finally, did you like fucking her?" Boris' last question... for right now."I don't know. You boys were all over me. I liked Cumming in a warm cunt, but I was limp by then so I can't compare it to when I'm hard. And since I'm a bottom, usually my dates come in me, I don't have a lot of experience Cumming in asses, cunts and mouths.""Maria from room service offered to return after her shift ends at 2AM to 'un-hum' clean things up. May we invite her to come here now? Its 1:45." A last request from Boris."Dial 2002" Anjou was closest to the phone so she dialed and handed the phone to Devon."It's me. Where's Maria? OK. Hi Maria, it's Devon. Maria, you are invited to come to room 1401 to 'um...clean things up.' I will sign you out for the night with some OT my dear. Oh, and this is just between us if that's OK."Maria was great. "Oh Mr. Devon, everyone knows you're a flaming fag, you don't have to hide anything, but I won't say anything anyway. I'll be right there!"Yanik was feeding Anjou her last supper for the night when the knock announced Maria's arrival. Boris let her in and Maria saw Devon sprawled and cum spattered, Anjou blowing Yanik and Boris hanging limp. "OK, I see I have a lot of cleaning to do here and I will get to all of it in due time. OK," turning to Boris, "is there any more of that left?" "Sorry Maria, I'm afraid not" Boris replied kindly. "OK," pointing at Anjou blowing Yanik "Shall I polish that knob?" Anjou cracked up as Yanik's dick slipped from her lips. "Yes, my dear, that knob needs some special attention and I would very much appreciate the help." Maria replaced Anjou on her knees in front of Yanik's prick. Maria being no stranger to cock sucking and deep-throating had Yanik spewing down her throat in no time flat. She swallowed every drop and carefully milked any remaining excess from Yanik's shrinking member. "OK, no one move I've got this all covered." As Maria went to the bathroom to get some towels Boris went to the nightstand and wrote down several phone numbers for both Yanik and Boris. Anjou nodded in recognition as she glanced over to see what he had done, and smiled up at him. "I will be calling," she said with certainty. Maria returned with some hot wet towels and dry ones too and after polishing Boris's limp knob, she washed and dried both Boris and Yanik. She then moved on to Devon as she was saving Anjou for last. Boris and Yanik dressed while watching Maria lick Boris' drying scum from Devon's stomach, chest and face. "That was mine" Boris bragged. Maria smiled and said "Thank You". The boys tenderly kissed Anjou good night and bid her farewell for now and quietly made their way out. Maria continued her cleaning and asked Devon if he wanted his knob polished. "Maria, after what those two did to me I don't think this thing will work for a while." Maria just smiled and sucked Devon from the base of his cock to the tip and then used the two towels to finish the job. She rolled him over and carefully washed out his ass. She had to make several trips to the bathroom to get wet washcloths. "You took them both?" Maria wanted to know. She answered her own question "Wow, those were two big boys!" Savoring the fellatio she had performed on the smaller of the two. Devon also bid Anjou good night with a sweet and tender kiss as Maria disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the shower.Anjou dozed off while Maria was showering, as the glow and excitement of being 'properly fucked' washed over her. Maria emerged naked from the bathroom and gently nudged Anjou. "I've drawn a bath for you my dear." Maria slipped and arm under Anjou's shoulders as Anjou began to arise and escorted her to the bubble bath. Anjou slid gracefully into the tub and Maria gently massaged Anjou's exposed parts as she soaked in the now warming tub. Maria rinsed and toweled Anjou off, brought her back to a turned down bed, turned off all the lights except for the bathroom night light. Anjou could hear the last of the water draining from the tub and smelled the freshness of the scented bubble bath and the clean, crisp sheets. Maria did not attempt to tuck Anjou in nor kiss her lips. Instead Maria began behind Anjou's ears and using her breath as much as her lips and tongue delighted Anjou's skin with subtle sensations she had never experienced and could only be provided by a woman. Her nipples were erect before being attended. Her breathing grew dense. Maria was licking Anjou from end to end with a tenderness Anjou had never experienced. Maria never used her fingers to penetrate over the next hour, yet Anjou had shattering orgasms, equal but different from those she experienced with her Russians just hours earlier.Ultimately Maria let herself out after leaving her number below the doctors on the same pad, hoping Anjou would call. Anjou had drifted off into a blissful sleep and did not awaken until noon.To be continued... |
sexparty.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/54/sexparty.txt | Too start at the beginning my husband and I were not having sex very often, when we did it usually was just a quickie. It was then I noticed my husband was on the computer late night a lot more. After a while I decided to look into what he was doing and found he was looking at a lot of porn on the internet. Most just seemed to be straight sex picture, story and video web sights also some adult chatrooms. Looking at them I noticed that all the women were young and pretty, I guess I couldn't blame him for looking.I was always just a bit heavy not really fat or overweight just a bit more then the other girls even in high school. I guess it was because my parents owned a couple of fast food restaurants so burgers and fries were often on the menu. Don't get me wrong I was a very good-looking girl and quite popular so I did get a lot of attention and dated a lot in both high school and college. So there I was even more out of shape and being neglected, I didn't like that at all and decided to do something about it. I'm not without funds so I found a gym, talked to the owners and told them what I wanted to do. I was looking to shape up my body but not to look like one of those female body builders. I wanted a soft sexy shape more like those models I saw on my husband's computer, I didn't tell them they were porn models just models like in playboy or something like that. For the next year I worked hard both watching my diet and working out at the gym. My trainers, the owners are black husband and wife and both helped with shaping me up they also got me into their self-defense program. After a year of working out I looked great but was a little disappointed that they couldn't shrink my ass as much as I wanted without having that hard look. They both assured me that my ass now was very sexy and would sure turn heads especially with black men and they would laugh as they said it. It was true, I sure did turn heads since I had been working out and found strength and stamina I never had also with the self-defense I had a lot more confidence as well. My body really did look good, better then even when I was in high school and although my butt wasn't as slim as those models it did look good and really isn't huge. After all that work I turned into a sexy mom as my daughter would call me at 34-year-old and standing 5'9" 140lbs long black hair blue eyes 34c 30 39 toned figure. Even after making myself look better then I ever had for some reason my husband seemed not to notice and he still neglected me but I was sure noticed by men everywhere I went.If my husband had any idea my trainers were black he would have had a fit, the man is the definition of a total bigot. He is the one that tells "nigger" jokes at parties when blacks are around but he only does it when they are greatly outnumbered. He does have to deal with them in his job but is always coming home complaining about them. One evening we had friends over for drinks when I found a water leak and told my husband we needed a plumber. One of the men turned the water off under the sink, I cleaned up then went back to chat with our friends. One was telling my husband about this great handyman named Sam that he used; he was a lot cheaper than a plumber and fixes other things as well. One thing you can say also about my husband is that he is cheap so since we had other things to fix he called the handyman the next day. The handyman arrived an hour after he went to work, I was greatly surprised that my husband would hire a black man to do the jobs but he did come highly recommended. That first day Sam just looked at the various projects and made notes on what to buy and gave me an estimate. I told him to just get the things he needs and fix it all. Just finishing my period the day before I was horny as I usually am at that time of month and talking with friends find that a lot of women are. I watched the handyman as he did his inspections with aroused curiosity about what I had heard about black men, I think he may have noticed because he seemed to smile a lot.The next day Sam came to do the repairs I watched as he worked, still very curious about if that bulge was real or not and still a little aroused. Dressed in loose shorts and a t-shirt I sat and watched him working under the sink. We talked some I found out that he was also married and had several children; I only have one child a daughter then 12. She was not my husband's but from a past boyfriend, I never even told him I was pregnant since he turned out to be such an asshole. At times I saw Sam looking at my legs as we talked and noticing this I realized he was trying to see up my shorts. I got a little naughty and lifted a foot up to rest on the chair brace giving him a better look up my shorts so he could see my panties. Acting like I was oblivious as to what I was doing I peeked at his pant bulge and saw it moving letting me know that at least with this black man what I had heard was true and looked like this one was truly gifted. Later that day when my husband got home he was very pissed that I let a nigger into the house until I informed him that Sam was the handyman he had called, this calmed him down some but he wasn't happy about it. My husband believes that if you let blacks into your house in a few days it will be robbed or worse. Sam had several days' work to complete all my requested repairs. The next morning I would chat as he worked sitting in positions which would offer him a little something to look at. I felt a little guilty that he had heard my husband's outrage and I wanted him to know I didn't share the same feelings. After lunch I went to the bathroom, as I was peeing a real naughty thought hit me. I had heard in those Internet chat rooms that black men loved bare white pussy so after I finished peeing I shaved my pubes.Leaving my panties off this time I went to where the handyman was repairing some outlets and sitting I again lifted my leg but this time giving him not just a look up my shorts but a good view of my bare white pussy. This really made his bulge move and I thought perhaps I went too far or maybe I did want it after not having any sex for so long. This time we both knew it wasn't an accident him getting a look and I was sure he could see and smell my arousal as well. After he finished the outlet and just a little smooth talk he led me to the bedroom, soon we were naked and my mouth was on that magnificent black cock. Maybe I shouldn't have been so easy but not having sex in so long and he having me soaking wet in no time he had me in bed. He was hard and soon had it at the entrance of my pussy; I was mesmerized watching my first long black cock going into my white pussy making me even hotter if that was possible. I had my first orgasm even before he got it all in me and soon I had a full feeling when he bottomed never having that much cock inside me. Soon we were fucking like rabbits in heat, him pounding into me and doing so in several different positions. Several orgasms later it occurred to me we were not making love he was fucking me like an animal. That drove me really crazy, I exploded into a massive orgasm like none I ever had before and it was prolonged when I felt that black man pump his seed into me. We stayed together a while him holding his cum inside me, when we separated I was amazed at how much sperm he actually pumped into me. As I watched a large amount leaking out I realized that the majority of the flood was still inside and pumped deeper then anyone ever had.It was a good thing I just finished my period since we did it bareback and I don't use birth control since my husband is sterile. Right now the last thing I need is a black baby although I have often wished I could have another child. Basking in the afterglow I saw it was mid afternoon so I had to force myself to get us up before my daughter got home from school. We did manage to get composed and he finished a few little things as I cleaned up the bedroom, he left for the day before she and my husband got home. That night as I lay there in bed next to my sleeping husband I thought about that afternoon and couldn't believe I actually fucked a black man. Knowing just how much my husband hates them actually made me feel more excited doing so. I wondered if this was a one time thing or if handyman Sam would want more of my married white pussy tomorrow. I fell asleep knowing that if he wanted Sam could have more of me whenever he wanted.**The next day was a little different I greeted Sam at the door in my robe I was freshly showered and nude underneath. I led him to my bed to have a little fun before he started work; I just couldn't wait all day till he was done. Sam was ready for some white pussy and was pleased I was ready and willing early. He undressed quickly as I got on my knees beside my bed and like a common whore serviced his long black cock with my mouth, this made me feel so incredibly naughty. In no time he was hard and ready, then again in my marital bed he slid that magnificent black cock in my wet waiting pussy. The feeling was so overwhelming knowing what such a bigot my husband is that I would let as he would say a nigger in what he thought was is own personal pussy. Feeling Sam pounding into me over and over just fucking me like a street slut I found myself cumming again and again. That was the first time I had multiple orgasms in my life and that it was something I knew I wanted to experience more. Even fucking me hard like that Sam lasted much longer then my husband ever had and so many orgasms later I felt him release his cum inside me. Again I felt the swelling pulsation's as he came deep inside then some of the flood leaked out as he removed his cock from me.Sam cleaned up then started doing the work saying we can do more later if I wanted then laughing said he still he had to make a living. I still would sit and talk to him as he worked taking every opportunity to give him little peeks, this made the day go by quickly. Soon we were back in my bed fucking; again and again he pumped his long cock onto me. I loved feeling him so deep hitting places no man has ever touched before. He fucked me a little slower this time making it last much longer which I loved. Then cumming in me he just stayed in me this time, he softened some then moving a little I felt him re-harden. The feeling of him doing that drove me wild as he started fucking my cream filled pussy it felt so hot, nasty and slick. My pussy overflowing with his sperm it felt so wet and messy as he pounded me faster this time. Since he had already cum inside me even at the faster pace he lasted a good long time. It is good I had his sperm in me to keep me lubed and the thought that he was pushing his seed deeper into my womb with each thrust excited the hell out of me. I don't know how many orgasms I had that time I was so aroused that I was lost in it. Then again I felt him push in as far as he could and felt that marvelous feeling as that cock swelled and pumped another load of black cum deep inside. Separating I felt worn and tired also a little in la-la land. At that time I thought I had seen a movement or flash at the open bedroom door but after getting my robe I looked and found no one in the house. I was a little worried that we may have been seen because it was a little late but nothing came of it and I figured I was just seeing things. Sam cleaned up first then I cleaned up after he left, my daughter came home an hour later saying she went over a friend's house and my husband came home at the usual time. We had dinner, watched TV and did the usual things and went to bed. Laying next to my sleeping husband I couldn't help feeling a little hot and wicked knowing that I had Sam's black sperm still deep inside where it would have been impossible to wash out.The third day was much like the second and since Sam was finished with the work I knew he wouldn't be as available. After I did have sex with him occasionally when we could get together and found out I wasn't his only white wife conquest but he did say I was his favorite. I soon found myself looking for other black men I could have sex with but was a little nervous just picking up strange black men with all the STD's going around. **A few weeks later I was out with a female friend and as the drinks and girl talk flowed she told me about these parties she was going to. I pressed her for details and she told me about these sex parties with black men and white women only. As we talked about them she realized I was interested in them and asked me if I wanted to go with her to one. I asked about being safe and she assured me that all who attend the parties have the same concerns and see to it everyone is safe and clean since bareback sex is preferred.Two weeks later she was bringing the new white pussy "me" to the party which was at a house belonging to a friend of hers. Arriving we entered a room then stripped since it was a sex party all entered nude. Going into the party I was introduced and became an instant hit with the body I had been working on for so long and was soon having sex with one black man then another and soon found myself in my first gangbang. I don't really know how many different black men sampled my body that night but found myself hotter then ever. All the men were well hung, I found out later they were selected to be clean and gifted. Many of the women do not use birth control, myself included, and take a little gamble watching their cycle, this makes for some incredible orgasms even though we don't have sex during our riskiest time. These parties are just fantastic for the woman that wants to be a black cock slut for a few hours then go home to be the proper wife or mother. Most of the women are married or divorced the majority of the black men are also married. I doubt that they want word going around as much as the women, I understand that a pissed black wife is something none of these men want to deal with. Having so much fun at the first party I went to others as often as I could to spend a few hours being a total fuck-toy for black men. I could only go out to them when my husband was away for the weekend on business. I did have to come home early because I didn't want to leave my daughter home alone too long but a few hours is ok for a 12-1/2-year-old.During this time I found out why my husband had so little interest in me, I hired a detective to follow him since I felt he had to have a girlfriend. I was right in a way he had a mistress instead and had gotten into some of the nastier sex kinks. With the evidence the detective gave me I sent him packing. He sure didn't want to dispute the separation or divorce and have anyone find out what he has been involved in. The property settlement was already taken care of with prenups so that wasn't a concern since I came out ahead of things. This gave me more opportunity to pursue my new sex interests in black cock. I found myself going to more parties but still had to come home early. I was able to stay later a couple of times when my daughter was invited to spend the night with one of her friends. I found I didn't have to hurry things up and the sex was much better and I also had some time to get to socialize with some of the people there. One Saturday afternoon I was online at an interracial chatroom, I seem to be doing this a lot more lately and was chatting with a woman telling her about the parties and that there was one that night. When I told her about being able to stay late that night since my daughter was sleeping over a friends she started telling me about sex parties young girls attend at sleepovers. She told me they were called Rainbow parties that originated years ago with girls in college but have become very popular with girls much younger now. She said they were mostly oral sex parties with the girls marking the guys with their lipstick but she had heard that often times they participate in full sex at them. I told her I doubted very seriously that my daughter would have anything to do with them and she just suggested that I should investigate for myself. I logged off thinking that she was just nuts but some of the things she said did seem to match up. My daughter's sudden interest in makeup especially my collection of the lipstick colors I don't use and she always comes home very tired. She had been hanging out with this group of girls and sleeping over with them for several months now. I never thought much of it since they all are in the advanced class and honor roll at their school. These girls along with my daughter all do tutor some of the black athletes so they are able to have grades good enough to stay on the teams. Some girls do seem to be a little more friendly then one would think but I had not seen anything that would make me think they are having sex.The girls were in and out, going over to help set things up for the slumber party. I got the feeling something was up since they seemed to always be talking in whispers when I was around. For a while I had this nagging feeling that maybe that chatter was right but immediately put it out of my mind thinking it was crazy to even consider girls this young doing anything of the sort. As evening came my daughter Cheryl and some of her friends headed over to the sleepover around 7PM. After they were gone I needed a few things so I put on some black spandex pants instead of my skirt, I didn't want to go shopping in my mini since I would be going pantiless and would come back and change before I went to my party. Heading to the store I noticed a lot of young black boys hanging around the neighborhood and even recognized a few that my daughter tutors. I found it curious because I had never seen boys just hanging around and that these boys being school athletes did not seem to be the type to just hang out like that. On the way back as I passed by they seemed to be drifting in the direction of the house where the girls are having the slumber party. This really aroused my suspicion and arriving home I decided to go over and take a peek. I kept the black pants on being that it was now dark outside and added a dark long sleeve T-shirt then found my ex-husbands ski mask to cover my face.Sneaking over in the dark I blended into the tree line easily and was not seen, I no longer saw any of the boys hanging around. Moving around the house thinking I must be nuts I'm sure it is just my imagination running wild, I moved to a window behind some bushes to look in. The view wasn't all that good there I could see what looked like sleeping bags and makeshift beds for the girls. Two of the beds were elevated on top of tables for some reason and I could see some movements at the other end of the room I moved to the other window and almost had a heart attack, there I could see all the girls nude and on their knees. Each girl had a black boy in front of her and they were busy sucking their cocks, the other black boys were lined up waiting their turn behind them. I couldn't believe that these 13 and 14-year-old white girls would be doing such a thing if I had not seen it with my own eyes, it seems that chatter was right. As each boy would cum I could see their throats move as the girls swallowed then he would then go to the end of the line and another boy would move in to have his sucked. The scene was so erotic I couldn't help rubbing my own wet pussy and then I saw her, my own daughter Cheryl with a black cock between her lips, I watched amazed as she sucked him with a technique I recognized as my own. I then knew I had not only been seen but watched and studied by her. She sucked him like she had done this many times and soon was swallowing his cum then another boy replaced him. I don't know why was watching my own young daughter sucking these black boys' dicks made me so incredibly hot but I was and had my spandex pants soon soaked with my juices. I think that if I saw older men molesting these girls I would have been furious. Being that Cheryl and her friends were experimenting with boys their own age and that it was the girls that set this party up I feel that may be why I was more excited by it instead of angered. In time girls started dropping out not being able to swallow any more cum. Then Cheryl for some reason choked and lost that load letting it spill from her mouth onto her breasts. It looked erotic as hell and I had to almost bite my tongue not to make noise when that triggered my orgasm then I heard a bell and saw the timer. With that bell they all stopped, the contest now over and the girls went to clean up. They took a break and had some snacks. I watched for a while and I figured it was now over and was about to leave when I saw the girls then pointing to different boys picking them. Then they pointed to Cheryl and another girl that I saw drop out early and pointed to the raised beds. As the girls moved back to the bed area I went back to the first window. The girls with their chosen boys took to their bed and started making out I watched my daughter and the other girl lay on the raised beds and the boys that were not chosen lined up behind them. My pussy juiced uncontrollably knowing before it happened what will come, then the first boy in line walked up to Cheryl and first rubbed his black cock on her pussy then slid it easily into her. I almost had an orgasm as he started fucking her then the girl next to her was also easily penetrated both girls obviously very aroused making the boys cocks shiny with their juices. Again my pussy was juicing; I always get hot as hell watching other people fuck especially if I knew them like at my parties. This being my own 13-year-old daughter was to me so unreal and terribly exciting I was on the edge of orgasm as soon as his black cock entered her. As I watched them fucking where I was could see both cocks going in and out of their soaking wet pussies coating both boys making their dicks shine when it dawned on me that neither had condoms on. In my aroused state the thought that they were unprotected crossed my mind making me even hotter then it happened, a sight that would forever stick in my mind. I watched in total amazement and fear as I watched that boy push deep then his ass clenched and balls jumped as he launched his sperm laden cum deep inside Cheryl's pussy. My mind snapped as I went into an orgasm watching it and inside my mind I was screaming do it knock her hot pussy up with your black baby. How I kept quiet enough to not be caught I have no idea then after that boy pulled out I could see her leaking cum then the next boy came up and slid inside her. Then it was the boy in the other girl blasting her insides with his potent seed, this went on and on as boy after boy fucked my daughter and her friend as the others made out or had sex with their chosen ones.I couldn't stand it anymore and just had to have my pussy filled. I didn't wait to see all the boys fuck Cheryl but knew they would, I backed out quietly and left. When I got home I saw just how soaked those pants were; I cleaned up then changed and went to my party. For some reason it seemed later then it was, in the car I noticed it wasn't yet 10PM. Arriving at the party I was soon nude and on my knees sucking a black guy fantasizing that I was my daughter at her party. Then got myself into a gangbang imitating what I had just witnessed and soon lost count of the men fucking me. After taking a break and getting some refreshments I was back into it again with 2 more. I'm sure everyone was wondering just what got into me I was a total slut all night. It would have been hot to tell but just no way was I'm going to tell anyone I just saw my 13-year-old daughter and her 7 friends have an orgy with what looked like at least 15 black boys. On the way home the sight of each of those black cocks cumming in my daughter and her friends kept running through my mind. I know my Cheryl is not on any birth control and at their age I doubted any of the other girls are. Just the thought that some of them could get pregnant should have made me scared or angry but for some strange reason had me very aroused even after having all that sex. Getting home I went to bed but found myself too wound up to go to sleep. All I could see in my mind was those black boys fucking my daughter and her friends. As I dozed images of black cocks pushing in and the sight of her inner lips stretching out on the outstroke and cum leaking. These things kept me wet and too aroused to sleep I knew I had to get up and see if I could find out anything more. One of the suggestions that chatter gave me was to look in my daughter's computer for information, to look into her e-mails or see if she has a chat history on a messenger. Getting up I went to her room and turned on her computer then trying anything I could think of that she would use as a password, after an hour I finally was able to access her computer. Just like that chatter said I found out a few things about the girls and those rainbow parties. By the time I got into her computer the nights activities finally caught up with me and I couldn't keep my eyes open. Since I found her access code I will look into her computer another time but for now I had to sleep.**Sunday I couldn't do much she came home around 10am and tired like every other time she was at a sleepover. She undressed and went in to take a shower and as she did I checked her panties like that chatter suggested. As expected they were cum filled she must have leaked into them all night; I can only imaging just how much cum those boys pumped into my little girl. Not letting on that I knew I acted as always and went about my usual routine, then each day after she went to school I was back on her computer accessing information about her, her friends and the parties.What I found out is this, the original rainbow party was started by the college crowd and was an oral sex party only with the girls competing on how far they can go down on a cock and marking with their lipstick. Today's party now popular with much younger girls and boys has evolved into a full sex party with the rainbow contest now being which girl can swallow the most cum loads, girls that choke or puke and lose any loads have to start over. The girls that win get to pick their boy and also how they want to have sex, these girls can also choose to have the boys wear condoms if they wish. The girl or girls that lose for any reason have to gangbang the remaining boys and condoms are not permitted. The number of boys that show up determines the number of losing girls. This is done so that no 1 girl will have to take on way too many boys and try to keep it so that any girl losing will not have to fuck more than 8 boys in a gangbang. In the party I witnessed I found out there were 7 girls and 15 boys making it so they had 2 losing girls taking on 5 boys each. I also found that there are a lot of side rules and pacts the girls made. One of which is that if any girl should get unlucky and become pregnant they are not to tell anyone until it is either asked of them or they are showing. This being one of the risks they take and the girls all do not believe in abortion so if they wait long enough their parents cannot force them to have one. They also have to come up with a believable lie to tell their parents so no one finds out about their little parties. These parties can be held with any group of boys and girls not being restricted to race. There are several reasons why black boys were chosen in the party my daughter attended. 1. The girls that Cheryl hangs with although are all very attractive are considered by many as geek-girls since they are all in the advanced / honor-roll class and most white boys are intimidated by them. 2. Mixing white and black boys could cause problems with the girls all being white and also not many white boys at their age are let out at night both the boys and parents afraid they may get into trouble or hurt mixing with the blacks. 3. These are the black boys who my daughter and friends tutor and are popular athletic boys and knowing these girls are not intimidated at all by the fact that they are smart. Since the girls know these boys it was easy for the them to ask and we all know that young black boys would never turn down sex from any girl especially white ones.One of the things that surprised me most about Cheryl and her friends is that they all believe that their fertile time is the last 4 days before their period and that PMS is a sign that they are ovulating. Since they are all so smart I guess that they were given false information somewhere and took it as truth. Sometimes I forget that although they are very intelligent these girls are only 13 or 14-year-olds and are naive about some things. Without revealing that I was aware of anything I did manage to get the information to them that their real fertile period is 4 days in mid cycle. By using the computer this was easy as sending a fertility web sight anonymously via a forward email. The word did get around and did make the girls rearrange some things reducing the risk of getting pregnant. Three of the girls were not so lucky and were already pregnant they are Kim a 14-year-ol already 3 months at that party. Jenny the youngest just 13 the girl next to my daughter who got pregnant that night I first watched. And the third who is 6 weeks getting pregnant at a previous party gangbang is my own daughter Cheryl.END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story ismeant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone actingout such scenarios in "real life" can look forward tomany unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 54 |
johns.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/21/johns.txt | Seeing my old mate John again was great, we hadn't seen each other in years and had just spent the night drinking and shooting the breeze. His wife Jane had gone for a drink with her mates and we had arranged to pick her up at a club in town. When we pulled up outside John said he'd wait in the car, as it was impossible to park while I ran in to get her. Inside the club there where people everywhere, it was packed and I had trouble finding her but managed to find one of her friends at the bar chatting to two guys. When I asked where Jane was she laughed and said she was somewhere at the back of the club.I went in search of her pushing through the crowd until I reached the back of the club where I found a corridor leading to the toilets. I went down it again pushing past guys coming out when I heard one of them say as he zipped up his pants, "Man what a slut, can you believe that bitch," to his mate. Both men laughed and I pushed on.At the end of the corridor there was a crowd of guys in a circle with their backs to me cheering and shouting. Pushing through I was shocked to see that the reason they where there was that there was a gangbang going on and they all stood around watching the show. The guys I had meet must have had their go at the slut been gang banged.I looked on as interested as the next guy and saw that the woman was bent over a small table surrounded by guys with their cocks out. One guy was fucking her from behind while two other guys took turns ramming their cocks into her open mouth. The woman was fat with big meaty hips that where shaking all over as she got fucked. Her tits looked massive as they bounced about and she knew how to suck cock because one of the guys was coming already into her willing mouth.He was replaced quickly with another but not before I saw her face. It was Jane, John's wife. Her make up was smeared all over her face which was covered in spunk from I don't know how many cocks. She didn't see me, as she was too busy sucking the new cock that had been pushed into her mouth. The guy fucking her cried out and pulled his cock out spraying spunk all over her ass. When he stepped back another guy moved up and took his place ramming his meat into her well used cunt and proceeded to pound her hard .All around her the guys where jacking off and calling her names like, "Fuck the slut man, give it her hard!"To be honest I was hard too by now, my cock straining in my pants. I could not believe Jane was doing this and I felt bad standing there watching not stopping it but there must have been 10 guys there.When the next guy pulled out coming on her ass again there was a gap in the action. Jane stopped sucking just long enough to say, "Come on give me more cock you limp-dicked bastards," that got a laugh from everyone. A guy pushed me from behind hard enough so that I found myself standing behind Jane's big round ass. I looked down at her, she was covered in spunk both ass checks where slick and wet from guys coming on her."Go on man, you'll be number 10," said a guy standing not far away.Jane wriggled her ass at me not even looking around to see who her next cock was going to be. What the hell I thought and pulled out my cock. I rammed it in to her hard and started fucking her cunt with long hard strokes. Her pussy was stretched open wide from all the cocks but I was excited as hell."Oh yes! Fuck my cunt with your big cock," she called out sending me over the top. I pulled out and fired my spunk over her spunk-covered ass. I didn't have time to catch my breath when I was pulled out of the way by a large black man sporting a huge hard on.I slipped away and returned to the car where John was waiting. I told him that one of her friends said she had left already and suggested we went for a last drink somewhere. We ended up getting home at 6 in the morning and Jane was safe in bed. John and I both travel a lot and he had to leave at 12:00 that day but my flight was not until 22:00 that night so John suggested I stay at his place with Jane. I saw her at 10:30 when we finally rolled out of bed in the kitchen looking surprisingly fresh and prime and proper. She wore a knee length skirt that clung to her big frame and a big louse top that was designed to hide her real size. I could never understand why fat girls had to hide what they had, there are a lot of guys like me who love it.Anyway the morning moved on and John finally left by cab leaving Jane and I alone. I tried to stay calm but I just kept thinking about all the spunk she must have taken and how much was left still inside her. Also I was sure she was wearing stockings and suspenders under her tight skirt which only made me worse.There was no other way to handle this so I decided to go head on so when I found her in the kitchen I casually said to her that I had called by the club last night. "Oh really, what time did you call by?" she asked looking a bit worried. "I think it must have been around the time of your 9th cock," I replied, and watched as she dropped a cup in the sink. She stayed that way with her back to me for a moment before replying, "Sorry but I don't know what your talking about." She still didn't look around at me."Oh but you must, I know for sure because I was number 10," I said enjoying myself now.Now she turned around to face me looking sheepish and dropping her eyes to the floor, "I don't understand," she said in a tiny voice.So I told her how it happened and how I had been kind of forced into fucking her and how I left afterward to get John away."What are you going to do about it?" she asked still not looking at me."Well, that depends on you really, I can stay quite but it will cost you," I said with a big grin on my face. My cock was rock hard in my pans at this stage. "What do you have in mind?"I wasn't quite sure what I had in mind I just wanted to fuck her again but the thought of the kind of power I could wield of her was making me very excited. "If you do exactly what I say John doesn't have to know."She looked up at me with a pissed off look on her pretty face suddenly angry, "You want to blackmail me. Is that your game?" she asked in an angry voice. "Like I said its up to you, you decide.""You're a sick pervert to do this," she shot back at me.I laughed and said, "Really? And what do you call a woman who fucks every guy in the club?"She didn't reply to that."Take off all your clothes except your stockings and shoes, now!" I ordered and stood waiting.After a full minute she finally began to unbutton her top with fast angry movements. She pulled it up over her head then and without looking at me reached around to unfasten her bra. I held my breath as her massive breasts flopped into view. Two huge round white tits stood before me with large pink nipples pointing downwards. She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt before pulling it down over her generous hips bending forward to do so and giving me a wonderful view of her hanging breasts. When she stood up she now had only her tiny panties and black stockings with her high heel shoes. Her panties where half hidden under her large belly that hung down above the waist of her panties. Her breasts hung down to her bellybutton they where so big and I could see some of her pubic hair poking out of the side of her panties."Take your panties off or I'll rip them off," I barked.She hooked her fingers into the waist of the panties and pulled them down giving me another great view of her hanging tits.I took off me pants then and released my aching cock from my boxers. "Get over her and suck my cock!" I ordered.She stomped over to me still very much pissed off. Every part of her wobbled as she walked and when she kneeled before me she was at the perfect height. I just stood there watching and waiting as my cock bobbed in front of her. She reached up and took my cock in her hand pulling the foreskin back over my knob like a pro and proceeded to suck it deep into her mouth. I watched in awe as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft.I took her by the hair taking control and started really ramming my cock into her mouth. "That's it slut suck me good take it all," I panted fucking her mouth like a pussy.She was gagging a little from the force but other wise she managed well enough. It was amazing to look down and see her massive breasts sway back and forth as she sucked but I had to fuck her. The night before was too fast for my liking this time I wanted to take my time. Pulling out of her mouth I said, "Ok, that's enough, get over onto the kitchen table and spread your legs wide for me."She was furious now as she stood up she looked at me, "How can you call yourself a friend of John's when you're forcing his wife to have sex with you?"That just made me laugh again, "How can you call yourself his wife when you let yourself be used as the bar whore?" was my reply after which I pushed her towards the table.She sat up onto it and did as I asked opening her legs and showing me her fat pussy. It was open and still wet from the night before, her pubic hair was matted together with what must have been spunk. I ran my hands up her stocking clad legs right up to the stocking tops where her chunky leg spread out.She gave no reaction when I roughly pushed two fingers into her hot pussy just stared me in the eye. She was leaning back with her arms slightly behind her, which made her breasts stick out even more. I leaned over sucking one of her nipples into my mouth rolling my tongue over it making it hard in seconds despite her lack of interest."Lie down on the table bitch I want to see your tits fly about as I fuck you," I said rubbing my cock up and down her meaty pussy lips getting it wet and slimy. She moved back onto her back making her tits separate to hang on each side onto her arms. I pushed her legs up high and open wide still rubbing my cock across her cunt."How many cocks did you have last night?" I asked pressing my knob against her big clit."Fuck off asshole, I don't remember yours because its so small," she sneered up at me."That might be true, I saw the size of the black guy who fucked you after me," I inserted my cock into her pussy, it was so hot it felt like my cock was burning. "You look like the type of slut that likes black cock," I said before ramming my cock up to the hilt. I started pumping my cock in and out of her sagging wet pussy still holding her legs high. Her tits where rolling about flopping up and down every time I banged my meat into her. "Come on and come needle dick get it over with," she grunted through gritted teeth. She may have started to enjoy it but it wasn't clear.Gripping her legs hard I gave it to her hard and fast banging my cock in and out rocking the table with the pace. She closed her eyes and turned her head now and I knew she was enjoying this. I carried on for another two or three minutes before stopping. When I pulled out she looked down at my cock expecting to see spunk shouting out but I just repeated sliding my cock up and down her fat swollen pussy lips."Get your fat fucking ass around here I want to fuck you like the whore you are," I pulled her up roughly from the table and spun her around. She was definitely a bit shaky on the legs as she flopped down onto the tabletop. I stepped up behind her with my cock in hand and without warning I quickly jammed it hard up her tight asshole right up to my balls.She let out a loud scream taking the wind out of her and before she could respond I grabbed her by the hair pulling her head back towards me and proceeded to pound her hole with short fast strokes."My cock too big now slut," I mocked jabbing into her with real force. Her ass was tight but had no problem accommodating my cock and was now lubricated enough to let me slide in and out with ease."Oh you bastard stop please," she cried out.I pulled her back more so she was almost standing her massive breasts flopped back and forth. She was very vocal now moaning and grunting clearly from pleasure, when I started to rotate my hips at the same time as I fucked her she responded by pushing back onto me."Your ass is so nice you filthy whore," I panted slowing a little now so I could enjoy the feel of her ass. I pulled my cock almost all the way out before pushing it back in, in and out in and out. I let her hair go but she stayed in the same position letting me reach around to maul her tits as I continued my slow fucking my cock into her. I lifted one of her legs up onto the table so she had one leg standing and the other knee perched on the edge of the table. I could now ram more of my cock into her and did so giving it to her hard and fast again.Within moments she was coming, I could feel her ass contracting around my shaft in spasms as it pounded in and out. "That's it slut come on me you love having your ass fucked don't you?" I panted digging my fingers into her hip flesh. "Don't you?" I repeated."Oh yes! Fuck my ass you bastard fuck it hard," she answered gripping the tabletop and ramming her big ass back at me."You're going to swallow my spunk now aren't you bitch," I said through gritted teeth."Yes, I want your cock in my mouth please give it to me," she cried out coming continuously.I whipped my cock out and stood back waiting for her to turn around. She moved fast for such a big girl turning around and kneeling in front of me. She grabbed my hard cock and engulfed it into her mouth taking the whole length. Man she sucked me like she hadn't had cock in months slurping and bobbing her head up and down.I came in seconds firing wad after wad of hot spunk into her slut mouth. The fact that my cock had just been up her ass made it even better for me and the filthy bitch didn't care at all. She sucked me hard using her hand at the base of my cock to pump it harder sending my spunk flying.Before I finished I pulled it out to fire the last wad onto her upturned face and hair. She knew what I wanted and smeared it all over her face letting more spunk spill out of her mouth and smearing that too all over her face. "You understand now slut that you're mine when ever I want, I'll come by here and have you when I feel like it, or else John finds out..."END |
blackmusk.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/43/blackmusk.txt | Being a High School counselor can have its rewards in different ways sometimes. This is one of those times that a counseling session in High School was remembered by a college freshman. Yes I was the High School counselor one time when Todd was called in for counseling about his desire to pinch girls on the butt. At the time I told Todd that it was sexual harassment as well as being naughty and was not nice. He agreed to stop it and that was the end of it.Todd went on to college and had finished his first year in college. He came home and was walking around the neighborhood one day. He spotted me weeding the flowers, down on my hands and knees, and in shorts and halter. He slipped up behind me and pinched me on my butt. I jumped and looked around and saw a laughing Todd. "You devil you! I see my counseling did not change you a bit," as I stood and looked at Todd who had grown from a sneaky school kid to a handsome young black man." Todd, it is good see you. How are things in college?" "Things are good in college, but it is nice to be home for the summer. I just saw you there with your behind sticking up and I remembered what you had told me about pinching butts. It sure looked nice and inviting," Todd said, as he laughed. "You can help me weed as punishment for your little deed. Go get your work clothes on and come back. I will be in the back yard as I will be finished here in front before you get back."Todd returned and got down beside me and we started weeding and we made small talk as we worked. Every once in a while Todd would say something like, "That's a nice butt you have there Ms Molly," and give it a slap and laugh. By this time I was enjoying the attention. My husband had long ago stopped paying me compliments. He was more interested in his golf than me anyway and he played golf every Saturday, as he was on this Saturday.Todd looked at my breast and said, "Gee Ms Molly, never knew you had nice breast like those cause you always keep them covered up in school." "Cut it out now Todd. I am a married woman and old enough to be your mother. You are liable to start something you did not want to start. You know what they say about female school teachers.""No, what do they say," Todd replied grinning. "Guess some of them must like the younger ones and the younger ones like them. Is that it? I sure would not pass up an opportunity with you Ms Molly." "OK, that is enough Todd. You are pushing the limit. Pull some weeds and it will get your mind off such stuff." I could tell that Todd was not just talking. He was trying to feel me out and was interested in more that helping me pull weeds. I must admit that I was having some evil thoughts about this young handsome black man. When we finished, I remarked to Todd about our dirty sweaty state and that perhaps we needed a shower and he could shower in the house if he wanted. He said that he would like that and we went into the house. I went and got some towels, and was turning the shower on when I realized Todd was standing behind me completely naked.I gasp as I looked at Todd. He smiled and said, "You surely have seen a naked man before. I aint going to shower with my clothes on. Get yours off and come on in. There is plenty of room here."I stood there for a moment then thought, "What the heck!" I threw my clothes off and got into the shower with the naked young man, knowing that he was trying to get him some white booty. Well I thought, "My husband likes to golf. Too bad if he is away and not able to protect his wife from some handsome young stud who needs some attention." My husband, Mark, had lost some of his sex drive in recent years but mine seemed to be as strong as ever. Todd started soaping me up and I took the soap from him and did the same thing to him. We were now both laughing and having fun together like two high school kids on prom night after the prom. As we got out to dry off, I took the towel and started drying Todd. I dried his back and as he turned for me to dry the front I saw his black magic wand standing there working its spell on me. I was now breathing faster as I realized it was soon going to be my turn to put a spell on Todd. I could not resist as I kissed it and gleefully pinched his black butt. I started moving my lips over the head as it seeped clear liquid for me to taste driving me further into sexual arousal. I felt of his young balls knowing they belonged to a young man now and he was ready and willing to breed me even if I was an older married woman. Young men are like young animals; they are always looking for an opportunity to breed while the head male is not looking. The sex drive is strong and controlling in a young man. They breed any woman who will lie still for them. I knew this was true but I was still aroused at the thought that he wanted me at the moment. Again I thought of the animals, as I thought about my husband playing with golf balls while his wife is playing with a young stud's black balls ready to drive his wife wild. The young stud is ready to take advantage of an unwatched wife while the ole stud is distracted.Todd was now fully aroused and I could tell he was anxious to pump his seed deep inside me while the old stud was not looking. Todd dried me off savoring my breast as he suckled them and moved lower to lick my wet waiting womanhood driving me wilder than I have ever been before.We soon moved to the bedroom where I pulled the covers down and moved to the middle of the king sized bed offering my self to the young stud who had slipped in to sample some of my husband's wife's white wet pussy. Todd was now moving over me and as he leaned on his hands, I took his hard black cock and placed the head between my waiting lips as he drove deep inside me and started a fast rhythm of thrusting and thrusting, his black balls banging on my door as if to say, "Get ready. Here I cum." We were now one sweaty mass wreathing in pleasure as we both met each other's stroke for stroke and pulled and pinched and groped and moaned as nature took over and we both started wild orgasms. I could feel Todd as he pumped me full of his young black gravy, feed my waiting womb. We lay there embraced savoring the moment.As I had my orgasm, I could feel my and vagina constricting around his black cock pulling his sperm from his balls depositing the fluid into my womb."Damn, Todd, my husband is home," I blurted out as I heard the garage door open. He grabbed his clothes and made it out the back door clutching them in his hand. I slipped on my robe and went into the kitchen and got a glass of water just as Mark walked into the kitchen from the garage. I had glanced out the back window and saw that Todd had gotten his clothes on and had made it away from the house. "Whew that was close," I thought."How was golf today honey?""Great Day. I had some good strokes today. How was your day?""Guess you could say I had some great strokes as well," as I thought of Todd. "I weeded the flower beds today and was about to take a shower."Mark leaned over and kissed me and sniffed smelling of me. He said, "You sure smell musty-Really sexy like. You have never smelled like this before." I replied, "Guess you like the smell of work after all," and laughed it off.This was Saturday and Saturday night was our night to have our little husband and wife dating party: Dinner, drinks, sometimes an adult movie and then sex. I could feel Todd's juices mixed with mine seeping out and down my leg as we stood there talking. I was wondering what Mark would think if he knew why I smelled musty. Maybe I will just let Todd's juice and musty smell stay on me and see if Mark can smell it. That night, as Mark started licking my clittie, he started sniffing and remarked that my smell was sure strong and it was sexing him up. He started eating me like never before and was making throaty sounds. As he moved up over me to mound his woman, he whispered that my musky smell was the strongest he had ever smelled and it had really made him extra horny tonight as he plowed deep into me driving me to new heights that he had never achieved before.I was enjoying the best sex I had ever had with Mark; it was almost as good as with Todd earlier in the day. Todd had really rung my bell with his young black eager impatient cock. It was nice being loved by a young stud as it made me feel young again. I felt like a teen-ager who just lost her cherry to the black boy who mom had warned her about. Yes I know, Mom, young black guys want to fuck all the white girls and make them pregnant. Mark kept pumping till we both were wreathing in pleasure and exhausted from our lovemaking. After we relaxed for a while, Mark said that he was sure aroused by the musky smell and taste down in my honey box. He hoped that it would continue, as he loved it so much.Little did he know that the musky smell and taste was my new black lovers sperm mixed with his wife's sex juices. I had deliberately not showered or cleaned up just to see what the results would be and I was pleased that my husband had found a renewed sex drive from the results. Yes Todd had accomplished something with me that I alone could not have done. Saturdays became better all summer as I continued top play with Todd's black club and balls. After our love making, I would not shower in order to provide the musty smell for my husband so that he could get really horny and give me more pleasure. Yes this arrangement worked out very well for the summer. Thanks to Todd, sex that summer was the best I ever had.My stud husband never knew that a young stud was stealing his honey while his interest was drawn away to other things. I wonder how many other wives are yielding to the eager young studs while the old stud is not watching. END(If there are any who want to share or any one who wants to comment, please do so, I am Molly at [email protected]) |
fulfill.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/27/fulfill.txt | Naomi was just your typical trophy wife, 5'7" with long blond hair and a body that could make most of the hottest women in the world ask her for beauty tips. She was married to a successful industrial businessman, however she was unhappy. She had obviously married her husband John, for the money, but secretly there was another reason. John was the best lover she had ever known, he could fuck her all night long and make her see stars in the process. Naomi was always up for spicing up their lives because although John was a great lover, he was very conservative in all other aspects of life. She once talked of getting a vibrator and he was dead set against it, "Decent people don't masturbate like friggin' animals!" he said, or having an open relationship where they each take on lovers "Decent people don't cheat on their loved ones!" he would sayOr, even hire another person to join in their sexual fun "What kind of people join in a married couples sex life for money, not decent people!" Naomi knew she was a closet nympho, but it didn't matter because John loved to fuck, that is until recently. Lately he was working late, distant and had no time for her needs and she was feeling an itch. She loved her husband and wanted to stick by him but could not understand the sudden change. Something was wrong so, she decided to investigate.Naomi, before meeting John, had many friends with the technical knowledge she needed and in no time John's office, car and many of the rooms in their home were bugged with audio and video. She went on with normal life for a week until John had to go on a big trip to DC for business. As soon as he was gone she got the laser discs to see what she had recorded. She watched the discs for two days, and although she got good stock tips to make her even richer without John there was nothing else of interest. On the third day she was watching John's office tape when the secretary buzzed in and told him Ms. Grainger and her partner had arrived. Naomi thought Ms. Grainger she had never heard about her and she knew everyone John did business with. "Hello Cindy, how are you?""Not so good I need a little help.""Well you know what help costs, who have you brought today?""This is Michelle, sit back lover boy."That is when John reached over and turned on music. The two girls began to sway seductively and touch each other. Naomi could believe what she was seeing no wonder he was never in the mood anymore, but the show wasn't over. John then sat back in the chair, unbuttoned his pants and began to stroke himself. The girls were getting more naked by the second and more excited too."What a liar John is, decent people don't masturbate, bullshit!" Michelle then wiggled over to John in the chair and preceded to take him into her mouth, she seemed to be quite the expert."Another lie that looks like cheating to me!" Naomi yelled.Michelle continued sucking John while Cindy danced. Eventually Cindy came over and got underneath Michelle to eat her pussy. John was in heaven. Michelle was moaning around his cock and sending shiver up his spine. John then got up and moved around behind Cindy, her naked ass was wiggling and looked so inviting. John laid on the ground and Cindy sat on his face, he licked up and down her pussy, dipping his tongue into her and sucking on her clit. Cindy was screaming in ecstasy."OH GOD YES, DON'T STOP, AHHH! PLEASSE! DON'T STOP!"Meanwhile Michelle got up and decided she needed to be fucked, she mounted John's big cock and was riding it for all it was worth. The room filled with sounds of sex, moaning, screaming, sucking and the sound of John's cock slicing into Michelle's pussy.Naomi watched this display for two hours consisting of John having sex with Michelle, Cindy having sex with Michelle while John watched and then John having sex with both. To top in all off, John even had anal sex with Cindy something he always said he was never interested in. The end of the tape was the biggest shock to Naomi. Everyone was getting dressed when Cindy came up to John."When do you want your next appointment?" she asked."Dunno I will call when I get back from DC, but you where great the usual?"Cindy nodded her head and John pulled out $400 dollars and handed it to Cindy."Great DOING BUSINESS with you." she said with a smile.Naomi shut off the disc and was enraged."He is willing to pay for it when he gets it free from me, that didn't look very decent to me!"Naomi decided it was time for a change. She called up a car service and requested the most handsome driver they had, she had a list of lies to fix. When the car arrived she told the driver to go to the closest erotic shop. At the shop she bought the biggest purple glass dildo they had, she loved purple, it was smooth with a large head, and it looked delectable. Back in the car she decided why wait until home, she started to lick it and feel it. It was lucky she decided to wear a skirt today because it just slid right up her thighs for the easiest access to her pussy. Naomi slid the dildo on the outside of her panties making her so wet that they were soaked. She used the dildo to push them to one side and began to rub the head up and down her clit. Her pussy lips gleamed with her juice. She moaned, it felt so good. She dipped the dildo into her ever so slightly and shuttered. It was too much she needed relief so; she plunged it in and began stroking in and out rapidly. She was going faster and faster until she cried out."AHHH, AHHH, AHHHH, YYYESSS, I'M COMING!"She pulled the dildo out and opened her eyes to lock eyes with the driver who had now stopped the car to watch."One down two to go," she said. |
atrans.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/47/atrans.txt | As I laid back against the wall of the toilet with my nylon-clad thighs spread wide and my erect cock jutting up lewdly from between them, the wooden door in front of me slowly opened to admit the guy from the stall next to mine."Oh yessss!" the guy hissed quietly, slowly wanking his rigid cock and bolting the door behind him as he took in the erotic sight of me lying back in front of him, me now totally exposing my sexy undies to his gaze, "That's nice very nice!""Hi, I'm Suzy!" I smiled in a low voice, "What would you like to do to me?""I'd like to... fuck you and then watch you sucking me off!" he replied."Mmmm! D'you want to fuck me lying on my back, or doggie-style?" I asked."Just like you are now on yer back!" he replied, "With yer legs up and over my shoulders, so's I can push my cock deep inside you." I reached down and took hold of my nylon-clad legs behind my knees, and pulled them up to my chest squashing them against my 36b hormone induced tits."Like this?" I smiled."Yeah... exactly like that!" he grinned.He stepped forward and positioned his knob-end up against my puckered ring before slowly easing the purple bulbous end of his cock past my sphincter-muscles and easily sliding it inside me. Having been fucked many times before, I'd taken the trouble to dilate my sphincter-muscles by using a dildo on myself, and also liberally lubricating myself with some KY gel before coming out that evening."Christ, that feels good!" he gasped as he slowly sank all the way into me so's he pressed his pubic hairs up against my ass, "Nice and tight!""It'll feel even better when you start fucking me!" I breathed, "Slide that beautiful cock of yours in and out of me and don't stop until you've filled me with your cum!"He placed my legs over his shoulders and did as I said sliding deep and powerfully into my suctioning ass with his hot cock!"Oh yeah... fuck me! Fuck me and fill me, you bastard," I whispered hoarsely.He laid over my folded body slamming his rigid cock into my willing ass and gasping for breath with the effort of thrusting into me! I quickly reached down and unbuttoned my blouse flinging the material aside before undoing the clasp of my front-fastening bra the two lacy cups snapping apart to lie limply at my sides and totally exposing my now naked tits to the guy's gaze!"Ohhh... spurt your hot cum deep inside me!" I urged him as I caressed and squeezed my firm tits with my hands, "I want to feel your cock throbbing and jerking inside my ass as you spurt your thick and creamy spunk deep inside my guts!"I'd learned in the past that 'talking dirty' to a guy that was fucking me, soon had him coming and increased the lust he was feeling as he pounded into me!Sure enough, a few moments later he gasped that he was getting very near to coming and that I'd soon be feeling him emptying the sticky contents of his balls deep inside my guts just as I'd wanted! A few seconds later I felt his cock harden and swell even more than it was already a sure sign he was about to come!"NOW!" he gasped suddenly, "I'M COMING... NOWWWWWWWWW!"I could feel his cock jerking deep inside me as he spurted his cum into me him no longer sliding all the way in and out of me, but now fucking his throbbing cock into me with short, sharp thrusts and gasping out loud and in time with each spurt!He then slowed to a stop and laid over me, fighting for his breath before slowly pulling out of me and standing between my splayed thighs. His semi-hard cock was now dangling between his thighs and slowly dripping cum before I quickly sat up and sucked the cum-coated knob-end into my mouth saving the precious fluid and swallowing it down!"We don't want to waste any of your gorgeous cum do we?" I grinned as I pulled off him and licked my lips as I looked up at him."Don't worry, there'll be plenty more for you to drink!" he grinned back at me, "Just you wait and see!"I grinned broadly at him before I sucked his cum-coated cock back into my mouth and 'deep-throated' him his cock once more beginning to stiffen and grow larger.He stood before me and slowly 'face-fucked' me as I leant forward and wanked on my own rigid cock his own cock now rapidly growing in my mouth so's I couldn't easily deep-throat him any more."Here, let me toss myself off into your mouth!" he said, taking hold of his now rigid cock, "I want to watch my cum spurting into your mouth and then you swallowing it!"I slowly slid off the toilet seat to kneel in front of him before upturning my head, so's my open mouth was directly facing his swollen knob-end."Is this okay?" I asked him."You just stay like that, and I'll direct my cum right inside your mouth!" he replied."Shall I keep my mouth open until you've stopped coming so's you can see your cum lying inside before I swallow it?" I asked."Yeah... Yeah, that'd be great!" he grinned.His fist rapidly slid up and down the length of his rigid cock and his face contorted with the effort of him wanking on his hard cock. Then it changed and he told me he was getting near to coming and for me to get ready for his second load of cum!I dutifully opened my mouth as wide as I could and he pointed his purple knob-end directly at it a thick spurt of thick and creamy cum suddenly jetting from the end and landing on my tongue before being quickly followed by another, and another! In all there were five good spurts of his thick and creamy cum now resting in my open mouth, and so I raised myself up and proudly showed him the load I now had there."Swallow it... slowly!" he said quietly, "Then show me your empty mouth!"I closed my lips and rolled back my head before swallowing his cum and letting him see my throat moving as the slimy load slid down to my belly only then did I look back at him and open my mouth wide to show his cum had gone!"Beautiful!" I grinned, licking my lips clean of cum, "I could drink that forever!""You're a horny bitch I'll say that for you!" he grinned, "And a great fuck!""Thank you. I hope we meet up again real soon!" I smiled."Mmmm, you can bet on it!" he smiled before he turned and walked out of the stall.I left the door unlocked and tidied myself up before settling back for a ciggy and waiting for another cock to suck or get fucked by.Before I continue with some more of my experiences as a bi transvestite, I'd like to tell the reader a little about myself and my background, so's you can have a mental picture of me when I'm describing some more of the things I've done in the past.Although I call myself Suzy when I'm dressed as a woman, my real name's John.I live alone in a very large house on a landed estate inherited from my late mother and father after their untimely and tragic death in a road accident three years ago.I have over twenty general staff that help me run the estate and see to the everyday needs of caring for 3,000 acres of woodland, rolling moors and hillsides, with one estate manager who is in overall control and who is directed by me in estate matters.The main incomes are from the shooting rights of the estate, the three tenanted dairy farms, and from the overall forestry management.As far as the house is concerned, I have two housekeepers that cook, clean and run the house for me, and a secretary called Anne that deals with the business side of things with me. She is the one I spend most of my time with in my office and it has to be said that we've become very good friends as well as co-workers. She deals with the legal stuff and farms it out to my solicitors and accountants after I've made the decisions and passed them on to the various workers. (She also makes an excellent cup of coffee!) Now more about my personal life...I'm 25, very slightly built with long dark brown hair that's tied back during working hours in a short pony-tail. This means that I can have my own hair done in a feminine style when dressed as Suzy something that now only takes me half an hour to do.After taking a course of female hormones, I now have a pair of firm 36b tits with perky nipples that fill my bra-cups beautifully, but aren't too prominent during the day when I'm forced to wear a shirt and jacket. Because of my position on the estate and my standing in the shooting fraternity, I keep both my bisexuality and my intense passion of wearing women's sexy undies a closely guarded secret the only other person knowing both of my bisexuality and love of wearing feminine things, and also who I am in everyday life, being another trannie called Michelle. 'She' frequently visits me when everyone's gone home in the evenings, and we have had many sexual escapades together, sometimes us walking around the estate together whilst dressed in our sexy stuff and with us usually ending up in the woods, where she gives me the best fuckings I've ever had! The reason is, that she has the most fantastic cock and truly massive knob-end I've ever seen on a cock in my life really big and bulbous! As if that wasn't enough, she can come six or seven times in one hour each 'come' having enough thick and creamy cum to nearly fill a teacup! Michelle would rather fuck than be fucked the exact opposite of myself so you won't be surprised when I tell you that I've walked all the way back from the woods hundreds of times with her cum still oozing from my gaping ass, with loads of it still dribbling down my nylon-clad thighs when we've walked through the front door of the house!To satisfy my lust for wearing women's clothing and sexy undies, I have a massive collection of clothes and undies secreted in the walk-in wardrobe of my bedroom. These mainly consist of many styles and colours of sexy basques, lacy bra and matching suspender-belt sets, various styles of nylons and several wigs, along with many styles and colours of skirts, tops, and blouses a great deal more than most women would have at home to choose from! Of course I have to clean and press everything myself so's my housekeepers don't see them!I had my first bi encounter when I was 13 and walking in the same woods I use today.It was a hot summer's evening and I was watching one of the workers. We got talking about things and he asked me if I had a girlfriend? I told him I hadn't and we talked in more depth about sex and obviously, shagging. Things really took off when he pulled out his seemingly massive cock for a piss! Because I'd never seen a fully grown guy's cock, my eyes were riveted to it, and he noticed him then asking me if I'd like to hold it for him? I eagerly took hold of the rigid tool and felt my own cock starting to stiffen much to my surprise and embarrassment! He noticed that as well and asked me if I liked what I was doing, and the feelings I was experiencing? I admitted I did like it, and of course one thing led to another with me soon squatting down in front of him and eagerly sucking his cock for him as I wanked him!He soon shot his thick load in my mouth, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to swallow my first mouthful of cum much to his delight!Needless to say, I was up in the woods almost every day from then on for my daily drink of his cum, and things soon developed to where we went deeper into the woods one day, where I got my first fuck, with his cock spurting deep inside my ass!It hurt a little for the first few seconds the first time, but it was made easier and less painful by the liberal amount of 'Vaseline' he 'happened' to have with him that day!From then on I was fucked almost every evening that summer and was firmly hooked on having a guy spurting his thick and creamy cum deep inside my ass!One weekend when he wasn't working, I tossed myself off and imagined I was being fucked by his massive cock, by pushing the toilet-brush handle in my ass a poor but necessary substitute for the real thing!And because in the past, I'd frequently raided my mum's undies drawer and worn her bras and panties to have a wank in when she and dad were out during the day, my love of undies intensified in the weeks to come, as I imagined myself to be a woman that was getting fucked by a guy as I laid back on the bed wearing nothing but mum's bra and panties, with a courgette or carrot from the fridge wedged firmly up my ass!When I told him what I'd been doing at the weekends, he asked if he could see me wearing my mum's undies when I next came up for a fuck?My heart was beating madly as I made my way up to the woods the following evening, not only in anticipation of a good fucking, but also with knowing what I was wearing underneath my clothes for the first time outside my bedroom, and especially because I was going to let someone see me wearing them before they fucked me!He asked me if I was finally wearing some sexy undies for him and I parted my shirt to show him my mum's black bra underneath. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and he quickly led me to our spot in the woods where I stripped of and proudly stood there, wearing nothing but a black bra and panties!"Fucking beautiful!" he breathed as he stroked the empty lacy cups of my bra and felt the rigid shaft of my cock through my panties. He immediately undid his pants and took out his rigid cock before telling me to get down on all fours! I wasn't quite sure what he meant because I'd never been fucked this way before and had always laid on my back while he fucked me. "I want to fuck you like the horny bitch you've become!" he said as he guided me into position, "Now just hold on while I make you nice and slippery!"I felt him pull my panties to one side and apply some 'Vaseline' to my ass, and then felt his rigid cock sliding all the way inside me his balls pressing against my ass and his knob-end butting up hard against the inner walls of my ass!"Oooo yesssss!" he breathed softly as he gripped my hips and started to fuck his cock in and out of my ass, "Now you not only feel like a woman, you actually look like a woman that wants a good fucking!"He must've been really turned on by fucking me in my sexy black undies, because he soon came violently! And instead of pulling out like he normally did, he left his cock inside me and gave me another great fucking straight after the first!It was as I suddenly came and spurted my own load of cum onto the ground without even touching my cock, that I realised how turned on I'd become whilst getting fucked and wearing mum's sexy undies, and how turned on other guys got as well!"If I buy you something else to wear for me besides your mum's bra and panties, will you wear them for me?" he asked quietly as we lay back to recover."Of course I will!" I replied, "What is it?""Two things actually... a black suspender-belt, and some nylons!" he replied, "Now seeing you wearing those will be a tremendous turn on for me!""Mmmm, and for me as well!" I replied, with a tickle running through my guts!We sucked and fucked all through that summer and the next, until dad dismissed him for bad timekeeping. I was devastated to say the least, because I'm sure it was him that made me what I am today. He insisted I always took the part of the woman during our fantastic sex romps together, and enhanced my love of wearing women's undies by telling me how sexy I looked in them and explaining to me how my whole personality changed from being that of a horny young lad to me becoming a lusty young slut when wearing them!From then on I frequently wore my stuff under my everyday clothes and got a real kick out of me knowing how I was dressed when walking through the town or nearby park, in search of guys to fuck me and to share my secret with them. In an effort to meet up with guys that wanted me to suck them off or fuck me in my undies, I often went down to this park and sat on a bench by the river of an evening whilst wearing nothing but my bra, suspender-belt and nylons under my lightweight raincoat the front of which I strategically left partly open, to let anyone that looked close enough see how I was dressed underneath! I'd had various levels of success by trying this hit and miss method sometimes not scoring all week, and then scoring three or four times in one week and getting someone's sticky cum inside me from one end or the other!A considerable benefit also being that I learned from some of the guys about many other places where I could meet guys that'd be more than interested in fucking me whilst wearing my stuff two places mentioned most being the toilet block in the Corporation Park at the other end of town, and a quiet lay-by about 5 miles away.The lay-by was out for the time being because I was still too young to drive, but the toilets gave me many good fucks from the guys (and women) I met there Michelle being one of them nearly three years later!I was standing outside the toilet block and having a ciggy in the gathering gloom one evening, when I saw the figure of this woman walking towards me. She smiled and said hello as she passed me to go inside the toilets, and I returned the greeting. I was immediately struck by her beauty and even though I only got a fleeting glance of her as she passed by, I decided that I'd go and sit in the stall next to hers and peep through the glory-hole to get a sneaky look at her sitting on the loo if nothing else!My heels 'clip-clopped' on the tiles as I walked across to the stall next to the one with the door closed, and I went inside leaving my door unlocked as I usually did.I removed my coat and leant back on the wall with my legs spread wide and my cock lewdly jutting up from between my nylon-clad thighs as I gently wanked it.I was just about to lean forward and look through the hole, when I noticed some movement from the other side!So, she was having a crafty look at me and what I was doing, was she? Well, let's give her something to see, I thought to myself. I slowly stood up and moved to stand directly in front of the glory-hole before leaning back against the partition and spreading my legs as I started to slowly wank myself!A few moments later I saw her watching me intently as I blatantly wanked myself, and then plainly heard the jingling of what I assumed to be her charm bracelet, as she squatted there obviously strumming and rubbing her clitty!I then saw a beautiful pair of red lips push up against the hole and her tongue licking them an obvious sign that she wanted to suck me off!So I edged towards the hole and pushed my cock forward parting her lips and slipping into her hot mouth! As I thrust my hips back and forth, I felt her sucking on my throbbing cock and making my cum rise rapidly from my balls. A few moments later I was emptying my sticky load into her suctioning mouth!I was surprised with the speed at which I'd come because I can usually make it last for several minutes even when I'm really excited.It wasn't until I thanked her and she pulled away, that I took a quick look through the hole to see she was dressed only in a lacy white basque, white lace-top nylons, and white high-heels. And as she sat down on the seat, laid back and spread her knees apart, I got the surprise of my life! She was in fact a 'he' and had a truly magnificent thick cock jutting up from between her nylon-clad thighs, surmounted by the biggest knob-end I'd ever seen! It resembled a very large closed-cup mushroom, and was crowning a thickly veined shaft about the size of the cardboard tube from the inside of a kitchen-roll!What happened next made me determined that I'd got to wait for her outside...I watched her lick some dribbles of my cum from her lips, as she spread her legs wide and take hold of that magnificent cock her white suspenders stretching taut and pulling away from her thighs. Then she closed her eyes and started to slowly wank herself her fist sliding up and down her shaft and slowly gathering speed as she flexed and relaxed her nylon-clad legs. Then she seemed to take a really deep breath and hold it as a massive spurt of unbelievably thick and creamy cum shot from her massive knob-end arcing high in the air to land with a soft 'splat' between her legs!No sooner had that first astounding spurt of cum left her knob-end, than another, and another, and another, and another, quickly followed, until she'd spurted about a cupful of really thick and creamy cum onto the toilet floor! What I would've given to have had load spurted up inside my ass!She then simply let go of her cock, and let the rest of her cum slowly ooze out of her now shiny and purple knob-end, to slither down the underside of her shaft the thick, opalescent fluid forming a gooey pool on the sack of her balls that was about the size of one of my 'normal' ejaculations! Determined not to miss her and to see about me arranging a meeting with her, I slid on my coat and went outside to wait for her!It was another ten minutes before she finally opened the toilet door and 'clip-clopped' out and across the tiled floor."Hi there!" I said as she exited the toilet block, "I hope you don't mind, but I just watched you have a wank in there and was amazed with your beautiful cock and beautiful knob-end, and also how much spunk you came! So I was wondering if there was a chance me and you could... get together sometime, and maybe find a more... suitable place for you to spurt your cum?""Thank you! We can get together right now... if you'd like?" she smiled broadly, "I can come five or six more times like that, before I'm finally empty!""What...? You can come another five or six more times... and there'd still be as much cum as you came just then?" I asked her incredulously."Sure!" she smiled, nodding her head, "Each time I came, there'd be just as much, and it'd be just as thick, as the last time! What's more... I can come all of that in an hour or so but the downsides are, I can't hold it back, so each wank or fuck I have, only lasts about three minutes, and not everyone can take my cock inside them!""How about we give it a try?" I grinned rather assertively, "I've got plenty of KY gel with me, and I'm more than willing... if you are?"She gave me another smile and then pulled open her coat to reveal that her cock was still as hard, and as large, as when I'd first seen it!"How about you wank me and suck me off right now then you'll be able to feel the size of it for yourself and also see if you think you can take it?" she suggested, "But don't forget how much cum there'll be!"I looked round to check all was clear then dipped my head down to her rigid cock!I had to stretch my mouth wide open to accommodate that fantastic knob-end my lips thankfully closing behind it and gripping onto her rigid shaft! I then clasped my hand round her cock and slid it back and forth her foreskin sliding easily over her shaft and making the job easier for me.As my fist rapidly slid up and down her thickly veined shaft I felt her knob-end swell even more in my mouth, and I readied myself for the sudden gush of spunk I knew she was going to spurt down my throat! Again, she held her breath as her cum raced up her shaft, the massive load erupting in my suctioning mouth!I quickly swallowed it and was instantly rewarded by six or seven more thick and creamy massive gushes of cum all of which I managed to swallow without gagging!"Hey, you did very well!" she said as she looked down at my face, nestled between her taut white suspenders, "Not many have been able to take it all without choking!"I didn't reply straight away, instead I sucked the remnants of her load from her still rigid cock before pulling off her and standing up."Thank you!" I smiled as I wiped my lips clean of cum, "I'm Suzy, by the way!""Michelle!" she beamed as my hand dropped back to her cock and idly wanked it."Well Michelle, shall we find somewhere a bit more private and see if I can take this beautiful cock of yours in my ass?" I suggested, "There's a good place behind those rhododendron bushes over there that I sometimes use!""Mmmm, an al fresco fuck! I like those!" she grinned, "Yeah, why not?" We walked over to the thick bushes both of our erect cocks slapping against our nylon-clad thighs, and I led her round the back and through a gap in the foliage so's we were completely hidden from the outside."We'll be alright here!" I told her confidently, "I've been fucked many times whilst bending over this branch but never by such a beautiful cock as this!"The bush was almost hollow inside and I squatted down as she placed her coat over a branch and lovingly kissed the tip of her knob-end licking of a small drop of cum that was still nestling there."Well let's hope you get fucked over it once more tonight, Suzy!" she replied in a hushed voice, "Perhaps even more than that!""Mmmm, I hope so Michelle!" I told her truthfully, "I really do!"I gave her knob-end a final kiss before turning round and bending over the low branch and spreading my legs wide apart so's she could get right in between them and sink her entire length into me.As I settled down onto the branch I felt her smear some KY gel around the puckered entrance to my ass and then heard her putting some more on her cock."Okay... ready?" she asked the tip of her massive knob-end pushing against my ring, "I'll take it very slow, and you let me know if you want me to pull back, okay?""Okay!" I replied, bracing myself for the biggest cock I'd ever taken, "Once your knob-end is inside, you should be able to slide your cock inside me easy enough!"She slid her knob-end up and down a few times to lube us both up, then started pushing her monster mushroom-like glans into my protesting ass!I knew I was in the hands of an expert when I felt her push hard inside me and then pull back a bit before pushing hard again each time dilating my sphincter-muscles and easing that massive bulk a little further inside me."Push it a bit harder and then hold it inside me to let my sphincter-muscles dilate!" I told her, "Then you should be able to ease it right inside me with one more push!""Okay!" she whispered, "Here goes!"She pushed quite a bit harder and then stopped with her knob-end wedged partly inside me to let me open up a bit, then applied some more pressure!As I felt her slide almost imperceptibly a little deeper into my protesting ass, I braced myself and pushed back at her and felt her glorious knob-end suddenly slip a few inches into me my dilated sphincter-muscles closing tightly round her thick shaft!"Oh yessssssss!" I gasped, "Jesus, that feels fucking beautiful, Michelle!""Oooo, you're telling me, Suzy!" she gasped, "Let me just leave it where it is for a moment, and then I'll slowly push it all inside you!"My rigid cock was literally throbbing and felt as though it was made of iron as I gently moved back and forth on her rigid cock only an inch or so the flange of her knob-end stretching the inner walls of my ass as it slid back and forth inside me!I then felt her reaching round and undoing the buttons of my blouse, then skilfully undoing the clasp of my front-fastening bra the two lacy cups snapping apart to hang limply by my sides before she cupped each of my firm tits in her hands and rolled my erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs."Christ! I didn't know these were real tits Suzy! I thought they were falsies!" she gasped, "Oooo, you lucky bitch!""They're because of some hormones I've been taking!" I replied softly."Mmmm, they're beautiful!" she cooed, "Much better than my falsies!""Yeah I know!" I replied, "I can actually feel you playing with them nice!""You ready for me to slide all the way in Suzy?" she asked a few moments later."Mmmm, I am... but don't take your time Michelle push your entire length all the way inside me in one go, so's I've got everything you have deep inside me!"I felt her hands cupping my firm tits and tingling nipples a little harder and then felt her sliding all the way inside me until her pubic hairs were pushing up against my ass!"Yessssssss!" I gasped, my head now thrown back, "Oh my god, yesssssssssssssss!""Jesus... I'm all the way inside you Suzy!" she gasped, "Oh yessssssss!""Fuck me Michelle!" I pleaded, "Ram that fucking cock of yours deep inside my ass and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before!"Her hands dropped to my hips and she held them firmly as she pulled back and then slammed forwards again totally impaling me on her massive cock and monstrous knob-end! Then she pulled back again and started to frantically fuck her monster weapon in and out of my squelching ass, her nylon-clad thighs slapping hard and loud against my buttocks with every powerful and vicious thrust into me!"Fuck me you horny bitch!" I growled as the lust soared through my body, "Shag the fucking ass off me and fill me up with your thick and creamy cum!""Christ, you're fucking hot Suzy!" she gasped, "I'm nearly coming already!""Come, you cunt!" I hissed back at her, "Slam that spurting cock of yours deep inside me and fill my belly with your thick cum! C'mon... fuck me harder!"She was literally pushing my whole body back and forth with the ferocity of her thrusts into me and I was loving every ass-fucking second!"NOW SUZY!!!!!" she suddenly gasped, I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!"Her left arm suddenly wrapped tightly around my waist, and her right arm crossed over my tits and held tightly onto my shoulder, as she pulled herself as deep and as hard into my ass as she could her thick cock swelling even thicker as her massive knob-end spurted it's first thick and powerful jet of cum into my guts!"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" I begged her as I felt each powerful spurt of her cum hitting my insides, "FILL ME WITH YOUR CUMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!"Her whole body violently humped and then slammed against my back with every spurt she blasted into me, and her hips viciously thrust hard against my buttocks as she spat and shot jet after jet of her thick and creamy cum into my willing ass!"OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD...!" she repeated over and over again!Such was the amount of cum being spurted into me, I swore I could feel my belly swelling with it's bulk something I was to find out to be true, a little later on!After what seemed minutes, Michelle slowed to a stop and rested over me her still massive cock jerking weakly deep inside my guts, and her gasping for breath!"Can I... fuck you... again... right now, Suzy?" she gasped into my ear, "Please?""Oh yesssssssssssssss Michelle! I want you to keep on fucking me, until all of your cum is inside me!" I implored, "Keep on fucking me and filling me until you've no fucking cum left inside you! I want it all except for the last bit! I want to lie back and feel your cum oozing and dribbling out of my ass as you toss yourself off into my mouth so's I can drink your last load!""Oh yeah...!" she gulped, "That'd be good!"With that she slowly started humping her still rigid cock into my cum-filled 'cunt' once more viciously impaling me on it just before she came each time again!After nearly an hour and five more tremendous fucks later, Michelle told me she'd only one more load left, and did I still want her to toss herself off into my mouth?"It'll be the perfect end to a perfect evening!" I told her truthfully as my guts gurgled loudly in protest to the sheer amount of Michelle's cum they now contained, "You pull out of me and let me hold your cum inside me until we can lie down on the grass outside, then you can kneel over my face and fill my mouth with the last load of your thick and creamy cum while your other loads drain from my ass!""Mmmm, that'll be nice, Suzy!" she said softly, "Here goes!"I felt pangs of regret and a tremendous 'vacant' feeling, as her still erect cock slowly slid out of my cum-filled 'cunt' with an audible squelch and plopping sound me quickly placing a finger over my gaping ass to hold her cum inside me!We then crawled outside and fell on the grass my belly swollen and distended so's it bulged alarmingly under the lacy arch of my suspender-belt filled to overflowing with the cum that Michelle had fucked into me over the last hour or so!"Are you sure you can you manage another wank, my darling?" I asked her as she teetered above me rigid cock in hand."Oh yes!" she grinned wickedly, "But I've... a special request first!""Oh, and what's that?" I asked.She was silent for a moment before she finally answered..."I... I want to... share some of my last load of cum with you!" she answered somewhat embarrassedly, "Would that be... ermm... okay with you?"I knew exactly what she meant... and I also knew why she was embarrassed about asking me! In order for her to share her cum with me, it meant that I'd have to transfer half of my last mouthful of cum, when... we kissed!"Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Michelle!" I replied softly as I stroked her nylon-clad thigh, "And to help you feel more at ease..." I reached up and held behind her head pulling her down until our lips met and we kissed each other with a passion reserved only for two people that meant a lot to each other!It was long and sensuous and as our lips finally parted and she slowly drew away, I pulled her back once more and kissed her longer and harder than before!"I expect one of those, every time we meet from now on!" I told her as I held onto the back of her neck so's our lips were almost still touching, "Okay?""Okay!" she whispered before lightly kissing me once more, "Every time!"She then knelt upright and directed her bulbous knob-end at my open mouth as she started to toss herself off, her fist rapidly sliding her foreskin back and forth along her gnarled shaft. Within a minute I was treated to a flood of cum! Spurt after spurt jetted into my mouth with me swallowing until the spurts started to weaken.Only then did I save my mouthful of thick cum, and move my finger from my still gaping ass a deluge of Michelle's cum spluttering and oozing from it as she leant forward to receive some cum for herself.We held onto each other's cocks and kissed passionately as her cum continued to flood from my grossly dilated asshole, my guts gurgling madly as they slowly drained the cum that they held onto the cool grass between my nylon-clad thighs!"Can we see each other on a regular basis Michelle?" I asked her quietly, "I really feel we can be good friends and lovers!""I was going to ask you the same thing Suzy!" she smiled, "I've never enjoyed sex so much with anyone before in my life even with my wife!""Does she know you're bi and a trannie?" I asked."She's known for a long time and accepts it totally!" she replied."And she won't mind... us?" I asked further."No... she'll be glad I've got someone on a regular basis she's fed up with having to change the sheets or mop the floor every time we fuck!" she giggled.Both of us still giggling, we fell back and had a ciggy whilst my guts drained and Michelle regained her strength.As I laid back and drew on my ciggy, I was most surprised at how natural it felt to kiss Michelle another guy. I'd never kissed another guy before, but kissing 'her' seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for me to do! Perhaps it was because he was both dressed and acted like a woman, and therefore, because I'd this image of a woman in front of me, it made it so much easier, I don't really know? All I can say, is that I felt absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever, and that it seemed the right and proper thing to do in the circumstances. Strangely, I've no intention of kissing any other guy and would feel very uncomfortable doing so!Me and Michelle have remained firm friends and lovers since then and have both had our own partners and shared many partners together.It was a year after I first met her that I passed my driving test and got a car, which meant I didn't have to rely on Michelle to drive me up to the car park I mentioned earlier, and could drive up there to meet other guys when she wasn't available.Mum and dad were still alive of course, and it was very difficult for me to get out of the house until I got my car Michelle only coming up for a good fuck when they were both out for the day. These last three years, Michelle has spent loads of time up on the estate mainly at the weekend when the staff have gone home.So now you know a little more about me, I'll tell you of some of the more notable things that've happened to me as Suzy, some when on my own, some with Michelle, and some with others as you will soon find out!**It was just after 6pm on a Friday evening and I was getting ready to go out, having arranged with Michelle to come round so's we could both go up to the car park and then come back home where she would stop the night with me. I'd left Anne in the office to finish some paperwork and told her to lock up before she went home.I'd taken a shower and was sitting at my dressing table wearing only a black and red satin suspender-belt and black lace-top nylons as I put on my makeup in the mirror. I never wore panties, because I loved the added thrill of knowing that there was only the skimpy piece of material of my skirt that hid my cock from the world plus the added bonuses of 'accidentally' flashing my cock when I sat down, and also feeling my cock and balls swinging free beneath my dress or skirt and the breeze blowing over them as I walked along! There were also many times when I wore only my undies under a coat when walking through the park but more of that later!My hair was still up in rollers and I'd just applied my foundation as I leant forward to apply my eyeliner something I've always found very difficult to do, but well worth it with the effect it gives. Perhaps it was because I was really concentrating on getting both eyes to match that I didn't hear the bedroom door open..."John, I've just finished those papers and...! Oh... sorry!"I quickly turned to see Anne standing in the open doorway and saw the look of total astonishment and surprise on her face as her voice trailed off when she saw me sitting there topless wearing only a suspender-belt and nylons!"Oooops!" I grinned at her rather foolishly."I'm... I'm sorry!" she blurted, "I... I didn't know you were... busy!"She quickly turned to leave and I called after her..."Anne! It's okay...! Come back a moment... please!" Realising it was too late to try and hide the way I was dressed and what I was doing, I called her back in.She slowly walked back into the room and stood there with her mouth open as she took in the sight of me sitting there in my undies and applying my makeup, and also stared through the open doors of my illuminated walk-in wardrobe at the many bras, suspender-belt sets, basques, and other items of clothing that was hanging up inside."Please... come and sit down Anne !" I said, getting her a chair to sit on and totally forgetting that I was now flashing not only my naked 36b tits to her, but also my suspender-framed cock as well!When I saw her looking down between my nylon-clad thighs, I instantly realised what she was looking at and tried in vain to cover up my cock and exposed tits with my hands finally doing so by grabbing my ivory satin robe!"I'm s-s-s-so sorry John!" she stammered, "Please forgive me!""What have I to forgive you about?" I replied quickly, "It's me that should be asking you to forgive me for upsetting you! You weren't to know... and I should've locked the door, or something! Anyway, it's too late now to try and hide anything, and I guess I owe you an explanation!""That's alright John!" she replied shakily, "You don't owe me an explanation and I'm not upset...surprised and curious maybe, but not upset! It's just that you told me to let you know when I'd finished that paperwork you'd left me, so's you could sign it and fax it through to the solicitors!" In my haste to get ready, I'd forgotten all about that, and took a deep breath as I walked over to her, to try and explain things and ask her to keep quiet about what she'd just seen."Well it's no good trying to hide anything!" I began, shrugging my shoulders."You're... not!" she replied with a grin as she nodded her head forward.I looked down to see my robe had fallen open when I'd shrugged my shoulders, and both my suspender-framed cock and naked tits were now totally exposed again!"If you want to look feminine, you're going to have to realise that a lady doesn't go around flashing her bits and parts all the time to innocent people!" she said, almost managing to suppress a giggle, "And that eye-shadow is wrong for that colour of foundation! You need a russet eye-shadow or something with red or brown in it!"I was gob-smacked! She'd only just walked in and found her boss wearing women's undies, and here she was now explaining makeup to me!"Hmmm, I've always wanted to see a guy wearing women's undies!" she grinned, "And if it's any comfort, I think you look really sexy in them!""So you're... you're not upset or anything?" I asked incredulously. "Upset? No! I might even be able to give you some more makeup tips!" she replied."Thanks!" I grinned back at her, "I'd appreciate that!""Hmmm, at least I now know where to come if I want to borrow some undies!" she joked, "Look how many you have you must have twenty times more than me!"She walked forward and stood gazing into the open wardrobe at my undies like a child let loose in a sweet-shop."You're welcome to borrow any of them." I told her, "Have a good look and see!""Hmmm, we're the same size as well!" she said as she held a basque up to her and admired herself in the full-length mirror, "Hey... these are really nice!""Try some on if you want!" I heard myself saying, "Unless you've got to go home?""No, I shouldn't besides, you were getting ready to go out!" she replied."Awwww, that's okay!" I smiled, "A friend's coming round, but she's not due round for another hour or so, and we'd no firm plans about going out anyway!""She?" Anne repeated, "So she presumably knows about you wearing?""Well... actually, she's a he and he wears as well!" I confessed."Hmmm... interesting!" she smiled wistfully, "Tell you what... if you let me try on some of these... I'll do your hair for you and you can tell me all about you and this he or 'she' that's coming round deal?""Okay, it's a deal!" I smiled.She immediately busied herself with getting my brushes, combs and hairspray from the dressing table drawer and asked me to turn round to face her. "Okay... now tell me all about this guy or 'woman' you're meeting later!" she said as she hitched up her skirt slightly and straddled my nylon-clad knees, "I want to know all about her, and what you usually do together!""If I did that, I might shock you!" I replied somewhat bashfully."So, shock me!" she replied matter-of-factly as she removed the hair rollers from my hair, "I might shock you later when I'm trying on some of your undies!"I can't see how... but okay, I'll tell you!" I said resignedly.As she combed and brushed my hair, I told her all about Michelle, how we'd met, what we liked doing together and how I'd become interested in wearing women's undies as a boy, and even what'd happened up in the woods with the guy."And what did you feel like, that first time with that guy?" she asked as she sprayed some hairspray on my hair, How did you feel being... fucked?"Hearing her saying the word 'fuck' instantly made my cock jerk and I could feel it starting to stiffen as I explained to her."It made me feel very... feminine!" I exclaimed, "And felt sort of... right! Now I come to think of it, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do!""And was this, because you were wearing some sexy undies at the time, or didn't they pay any part in it?" she enquired further in a soft voice.I suddenly became aware that I'd a massive hard-on and that my erect cock was now lewdly poking out through the folds of my robe for all to see!"I... I think they made the feelings more intense, but the feelings were very strong and deep-rooted anyway!" I replied slowly."Mmmm!" she smiled almost ignoring my answer, "Well that's about it for your hair! Now, who's a pretty girl then?"I smiled bashfully at the word 'girl' and felt my cock jerk again!"Just pass me your eye-shadow from the dressing table will you, and I'll do that as well for you while I'm here!" she smiled broadly.I turned and picked up the eye-shadow and passed it to her before she eased my head back to apply it."Did it... bother you me calling you a girl just then?" she asked quietly."No... not really I... I just wasn't ready for it, that's all!" I replied truthfully."Well it looks like you're ready... for something!" she grinned, pointing downwards and between us at my erect cock with the eye-shadow applicator."Oh... that!" I replied embarrassedly, "Sorry about that Anne, I can't help it!""Hey, that's okay, it tells me that what we're doing is turning you on! And I simply love those tits! Are they hormones or implants?" she replied."Hormones." I replied, "They also soften the voice and round the hips I believe?""Hmmm, I've heard that as well!" she said, then added quietly, "You can touch me if you want y'know, John I won't bite, and I know you've been dying to!"As if to substantiate what she'd said, she hitched her skirt up a bit more, settled down slightly, and then every so lightly moved back and forth so she traced the gusset of her panties several times over my extremely sensitive knob-end before lifting off me again. My hands immediately strayed to her naked thighs and I traced my fingers up and down them before stealing to the insides and repeating the strokes."Mmmm, that feels... nice!" she cooed, "Don't stop, it's turning me on!""I've no intention of stopping." I breathed, "It's turning me on as well!""Mmmm! I'm sorry I'm not wearing anything sexy like you have in your collection, but I wasn't expecting anything like this happening to me!" she said, "It's been quite a while since I've worn any stockings or sexy underwear!""So you like wearing that sort of stuff as well?" I asked."Mmmm, yes!" she smiled, "It has exactly the same effect on me as it does on you and your friend, Michelle it makes me feel really feminine... and sexy!"She was obviously giving me the all clear, so I slowly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and curled my finger under the elastic of her pantie-leg intent on stroking her pussy and maybe fingering her!"Mmmmmmm, that's nice, John!" she breathed, "Pull it over to one side for me!" My finger hooked once more round the elastic and I pulled the material away from her pussy before forcing it over to one side.As soon as I did so, she moved her hips forward and manoeuvred around with her hairy cunt brushing my knob-end until she found the entrance to her cunt! Only then did she slowly lower herself down so's my cock slid all the way inside her hot cunt!"Ahhhhhh, that's better!" she breathed, "Much better!" "Oh yessssssss!" I breathed back as I gripped her hips and moved them back and forth so's my cock slid in and out of her cunt, the tiniest amount!I still had my eyes closed and by head back as I felt her hands holding the sides of my face and her lips closing on mine! Our tongues explored each other's mouths and our kiss became more passionate, our embrace much tighter now as she slowly lifted herself up and down so's my cock slid in and out of her cunt and she steadily fucked herself on it!"Christ, I've needed this for so long, John!" she whispered against my lips, "It's been ages since I've been with anyone!""Mmmmmmm, if you'll let us, Anne, me and Michelle can soon put that right for you!" I whispered back at her, "And boy... could Michelle put that right for you?""Oh, and why's that?" she asked, pulling away slightly but still riding my cock."Ermm... I'll let her tell you and show you, when she comes!" I smiled before kissing her once more."Now what could that mean?" she mused, "You've got me thinking now!""All will be revealed when she arrives!" I grinned, "And I do mean... all! Now, come on, go and try some of my undies on while I fix us some drinks, otherwise you're gonna have me coming before I'm ready!""Mmmm, we wouldn't want that!" she laughed as she slowly stood up and pulled off my throbbing cock, "And I could sure do with a drink!"She straightened her skirt as she stood up and back away from me, then leant forward and sucked my cock into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down it's entire length before pulling off and smiling at me."Just thought I'd give it a bit of a clean! We can't have your robe getting covered in my juices can we?" she said."You mean your cunt-juices?" I grinned wickedly to see if I could embarrass her."Yes, that's right John my cunt-juices!" she grinned back.With that she walked towards the wardrobe and stepped inside."You don't mind if I close the door a bit while I'm changing, d'you?" she asked, "A girl's gotta have a bit of privacy!""No, not at all!" I smiled, "But can I just quickly get a skirt and a blouse?"I went inside and picked a short fawn cotton skirt, and a carmine satin blouse, before giving her a quick kiss and heading back to the dresser for my lacy black bra getting a wolf-whistle from Anne as I left the wardrobe!"Cheeky bitch!" I called back to her."John, where d'you keep your panties? I can't find any!" she called as I fastened the clasp on my front-fastening bra."I don't use them!" I called back, "Neither does Michelle! We find they just get in the way and we've found it feels much sexier to go without! Besides, it makes it a lot easier to flash at people if you're not wearing any!""Hmmm, I think I'll try going without then, and seeing how it feels!" she replied, "It sounds like fun!"I was sitting down and fully dressed and sipping my drink when she called out that she was nearly ready and could she do her hair and use some of my makeup when she came out? So I told her to use whatever she wanted and to treat everything as her own. A few minutes later she opened the door of the wardrobe and stepped into the room, wearing a frilly red top and a dark blue side-vented skirt that just covered the stocking-tops of her black lace-top nylons!"Well... what d'you think?" she asked, posing in front of me so's her black suspenders and stocking-tops showed as she twirled round and her skirt flew up."Wow! Very nice!" I smiled, "And perhaps this should prove to you that I'm telling the truth?! I uncrossed my legs and splayed my knees to let my cock free so's it pushed up the front of my skirt so's she could see it and my black undies underneath!"Mmmm, it does!" she grinned, "And perhaps this'll prove to you that I meant it when I said I'll try going without panties!"She spread her feet and lifted up the front of her skirt to expose her beautifully hairy cunt! It was literally covered in a thick dark carpet of her pubic hair and I could just see her outer cunt-lips peeping through it!"Oh yessssssss!" I gasped at the sight of her hairy cunt, "Just how I like them!""You were right about it feeling far sexier by the way! I feel like I'm more than naked under here if you know what I mean?""I know exactly what you mean because I feel exactly the same way!" I smiled."It feels... naughty!" she replied, "Yeah... naughty! No, lets see about doing something with my makeup and hair!"As she sat down to tart herself up, I wandered over and stood behind her, my hands straying to her tits and being delighted to find they were nice and firm."Is that a gun in my back, or are you just glad to see me?" she asked me in her best Mae West voice."You should think yourself lucky it isn't Michelle that was standing behind you!" I told her, "You'd think it was a shotgun or more like a blunderbuss!""Oh... so she's well-built, is she?" Anne asked as she dusted her cheeks with my compact and then brushed on some lipstick and lip-liner."Let's just say that her ... 'attributes' go further than that!" I smiled, "You'll see.""My mind's working overtime, trying to think what you mean, you bugger!" she laughed, "I can't think what you're on about! Tell you what though... this bloody makeup's the best I've ever used! It must've cost you a bomb!""Feel free to come up here and use as much as you want!" I smiled, "And to wear whatever you want of mine as well!""That's very kind of you John." she smiled, "Thanks!"I felt a tickling feeling run across my belly, knowing that Anne would perhaps soon be wearing some of my sexy undies and clothes and that they'd be turning her on!"Right... finished!" she said a few minutes later, "Well... will I do?""Oh, will you ever?" I breathed, "C'mon, lets sit down and have a drink.""What are some of the more sexually daring things you've done, Anne?" I asked her as we settled down with our drinks."Hmmm!" she mused, "Not much really... although I've been fucked outdoors a few times! And I brought myself off in a cinema once! Oh yes, and I once sucked a guy off on the back seat of a bus! What about you?""Ohhh, the same sort of things and ...some others!" I grinned, "Me and Michelle might share some of our more daring things with you one day perhaps that's if you want to anything to do sexually with us? I mean, you and me have 'messed about' a bit this evening, but that might be as far as you want to go I don't know!""I'm not promising anything John, but lets see how I feel when Michelle comes and take it from there, shall we? I might surprise even myself, and join in fully with both of you, or I might not I've never been with two guys... sorry... ' girls' before!""Well I can tell you this...nobody's gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do this evening and that's a promise, Anne!" I told her sternly, "You do only what you want to do, and nothing else! And if you do go all the way, and then never want to with us again that's okay as well!""Ahhh, that's great John, thanks!" she smiled, reaching across and touching my knee."Wouldn't have it any other way Anne, and neither would Michelle!" I replied, "And speaking of which... I think that's her car that I can hear, pulling up outside?""Oooo good! Now I can find out what's so special about Michelle!" she grinned.A few minutes later Michelle walked into the room."Hi Michelle, this is Anne, my secretary!" I smiled, "I might've mentioned her?"Michelle was wearing her usual shoulder-length blonde wig and a skimpy flared printed off-the-knee dress and looked her usual stunning self."Oh hello Anne, glad to meet you!" Michelle smiled, "Yes, Suzy has mentioned you!""Hello Michelle, John's told me all about you well, some!" Anne smiled."Oooops, sorry Anne, I forgot to tell you that I call myself Suzy when I'm dressed and made-up!" I explained."Suzy...? Hmmm, that really suits you!" she replied, "I was wondering about that earlier actually with Michelle being called... Michelle!""Well, we were somewhat busy with other things!" I laughed, "Anne accidentally caught me dressing earlier... so I've told her all about you and me, and what sort of things we like doing together.""And are you okay with that, Anne?" Michelle asked her."Perfectly....! Why not?" she replied."Ahhh, that's good!" she smiled, "Now we can relax and be at our ease!""Anne was telling me earlier that she hasn't been with anyone for ages, and I told her that you'd be the one to put that right for her!" I explained as I gave her a drink, "I mentioned to her that you had some special... 'attributes' but didn't tell her what they are. So I'll let you explain to her, as she's dying to know!""Yeah, c'mon Michelle! Suzy wouldn't even give me a hint!" Anne laughed, "I told her it had been a very long time since I'd had some cock, and she told me that you'd be able to put that right for me!""Well, I suppose that's true in a way!" Michelle blushed, "I suppose what Suzy's referring to, is that I can come six or seven times in rapid succession!""And...?" I coaxed her."Oh yes, that! And when I do come, I come an enormous amount not just the first time I come an enormous amount, each and every time!" she explained."And...?" I coaxed her again.Michelle looked across at me with a quizzical look...?"Show her!" I smiled, "Y'know!""Oh yes! I see what you mean, Suzy!" she replied, "Ermm... I think I should show you what Suzy's on about rather than try and tell you, Anne!"Anne was sitting forward with her glass and smiling sweetly as Michelle stood up.Then her face changed to one of disbelief and total amazement, as Michelle slowly raised the hem of her dress right up to her waist, to completely expose her beautifully thick cock, and it's truly massive knob-end!"Fucking hell!" Anne gasped in total surprise and sheer admiration, "Jesus Christ!""Like it?" I asked her."I... I'm fucking sure I'm going to!" Anne finally managed to gasp, "But I'm just wondering if I'd be able to? I mean... look at the size of that fucking knob-end!""Well if Suzy can I'm sure you can, Anne!" Michelle told her as she lowered her dress and sat back down, "You can find out later if you want?""Oh yes, Michelle I want!" Anne gasped, her head now shaking from side to side in total disbelief, "Christ, do I want?""I thought that because Anne's joined us, we'd not go to the car park?" I suggested to Michelle, "Perhaps a 'walk' through the park later on might be a good idea?""You mean after here?" Michelle asked."Mmmm, yeah!" I grinned, "There's a double bed over there and a nice 'walk' through the park later on as it gets dark, might round off the evening?""Hmmm, I agree!" Michelle smiled."And do you get really hard every time, Michelle?" Anne asked, still trying to comprehend the special attributes and hidden qualities of Michelle's cock!"As hard as an iron bar!" I told her, "Each and every time!""Fucking hell!" Anne breathed, "This is gonna have to be seen, to be believed!""And tried!" I added."Oh yes definitely tried!" Anne repeated, quickly nodding her head!"Can we have another drink before we start please, Suzy? Then I think I should let Anne have a 'test-drive' before she dies of curiosity!" Michelle laughed."Of course!" I smiled, quickly getting up and refilling our glasses.For the next five minutes as we drank our drinks, Anne asked Michelle about herself and if it was really true that she could come so much in such a short time?Michelle joked that if Anne was going to think about sucking her off, she'd better like the taste of cum because she had plenty in store to give her!"Let's just say that more than one boyfriend has called me a cum-slut!" Anne replied."Right Anne!" Michelle smiled, "Get those clothes off and get on the bed with me and Suzy and we'll see just how much of a cum-slut you really are!"We all quickly stripped to our undies and dived on the bed Michelle congratulating Anne on the thickness of her bush and telling her how a thick bush turned both me and her on whenever we saw one on a girl!"Right!" I smiled at Anne, "Who d'you want where?""Can I try Michelle's cock first and suck you off as well, Suzy?" she asked, "Then I'd like to watch Michelle fucking you while I lie back and wank myself!""Whilst you're rubbing Michelle's thick and creamy cum into that deliciously hairy thatch of yours?" I smiled as Michelle knelt behind her."Mmmm, you've guessed it!" she grinned back mischievously.I quickly slid underneath her in the '69 position' until her hairy cunt was no more than an inch above my face, Anne taking a sharp intake of breath as she felt Michelle's massive knob-end stretching her cunt-lips apart!"Ohhh yeahhhhhh!" Anne sighed as Michelle's knob-end slowly slipped inside her cunt and she lowered her head towards my cock, "This is gonna be some fuck!"Anne moaned softly as she sucked my cock into her mouth Michelle easing her thick shaft into her cunt so's her thick pubic-hairs seemed to tightly grasp Michelle's shaft as she pushed her entire length into her!"D'you like that Anne?" I asked her as Michelle then started to rapidly fuck her cock into her squelching cunt, "D'you like the feeling of Michelle's massive cock and knob-end sliding up and down in your cunt while I watch you both, real close?""Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" she moaned on my cock as she rocked back and forth on the bed with Michelle's massive cock thrusting into her."And when Michelle's finished coming inside you, will you sit back on my face and force her cum from your cunt so's I can drink it all down as she slides her cock into my ass and starts to fuck me?""Mmmmmmm!" she moaned urgently, "Mmmmmmm!""Yeah, and it'll add to the load of my cum she'll already have in her mouth!" Michelle laughed, "Because a lot of it will have oozed out of your cunt after I've come inside you, Anne!"She was correct! Two minutes later I was slurping noisily on the surplus cum as it oozed past the tight seal of Michelle's cock and Anne's stretched cunt-lips Anne moaning and groaning loudly on my cock as she violently orgasmed at the feel of Michelle spurting so much cum up her cunt!As her orgasm receded and she quietened down, Michelle told Anne that she was going to pull out of her, and for her to keep her fingers over her cunt so's she could squeeze it out of herself and let it drop into my mouth as she wanked herself! "Yeah... don't worry... I will!" Anne gasped as she pulled off my cock.I watched intently as Michelle slowly slid her still rigid cock out of Anne's cunt her cunt-lips trailing along Michelle's shaft and her finger poised ready to seal her cunt when she felt Michelle's massive knob-end pulling out of her.As Michelle's knob-end slowly pulled away from Anne's cum-coated cunt-lips, a thin string of cum remained fixed to them effectively tying them together as a bead of cum oozed from Michelle's cock and fell onto my lips. The elastic string of cum then suddenly broke as Anne slid a finger over her hairy cunt-lips and looked down at me as she positioned herself over my gaping mouth. With a broad smile she slowly and deliberately slid her finger away from her puffy and distended cunt-lips and then held them apart a thick glob of Michelle's cum then slowly oozing from her inner-lips before it landed with a soft splat on my extended tongue.Biting on her bottom lip as she bore down with her cunt-muscles, a thick and viscous stream of Michelle's thick and creamy cum suddenly shot from her cunt nearly filling my mouth and making me rapidly gulp it down!A look of surprise and joy swiftly flashed across her face as her guts gurgled loudly and she forced another large wad of thick cum from her drooling cunt."Fucking hell... I've never seen so much cum before!" she hissed as she watched me swallowing her latest sticky load in my mouth, "Look how thick it is!"I was just about to tell her there'd be plenty more for her if she wanted it, when another massive slug of Michelle's cum slithered out of her hairy cunt the last bit of it accompanied by a frothy load that hung from her inner cunt-lips like an opalescent chandelier, as it stretched down to settle on my lips while I drank down her last batch.It was then that I felt Michelle's massive cum-coated knob-end gently easing itself into my puckered ass Anne's eyes widening with delight as she watched the thick shaft slowly disappearing inside me and she continued to drain her cum-filled cunt into my cum-smeared mouth. She then lowered her hips down and bent forward so's her cunt-lips were pressing against my own lips Anne eager to watch up-close, a guy actually being fucked for the first time in her life!"You won't be able to see me coming inside Suzy's ass." Michelle told her as she rapidly thrust her rigid cock in and out of my distended asshole, "But as I start to come, I'll let you know, so's you can hold onto my cock and feel it pulsating!""Mmmmmmm, I'll look forward to that!" she replied as she wiggled her hips and then squeezed another large slug of Michelle's cum into my mouth, "And then I want to suck you off so's you come in my mouth as well. I'm dying for a taste of your cum!"As usual, Michelle started to come within two minutes and told Anne to squeeze his shaft so's she could actually feel him pumping his cum deep inside me.She expressed her delight at feeling his throbbing cock and I was rewarded by another mouthful of cum as she tightened her cunt-muscles and squeezed out the last of Michelle's load into my mouth! I could tell she was almost empty by the bubbles her cunt blew and the way it 'farted' when she tried to squeeze out some more of Michelle's cum!Having let me lick her hairy cunt clean of cum, Anne finally climbed off me and watched Michelle slowly pull her still rigid cock out of my distended ass Michelle inviting her to suck her knob-end clean so's she could taste a sample of her cum!"Like it?" Michelle asked her as she licked the smears of cum from her knob-end."Mmmmmmm... Yes!" Anne replied with a broad grin, "I do!""Well put my knob-end into your mouth, and as you suck me, I'll toss myself off into it for you!" Michelle smiled, "Don't worry, I'll let you know when I'm gonna come!"Anne did as Michelle had suggested as she started to toss herself off her fist sliding rapidly up and down her shaft as Anne sucked noisily on the massive knob-end that was filling her mouth! Only a minute later I heard Michelle telling Anne that she was near to coming and to get ready for her cum. A few seconds later I heard Anne spluttering and gagging on the massive load of cum that was being spurted into her mouth by Michelle's throbbing cock several wads slithering from her cum-filled mouth to drop onto my suspender-belt and pubic hair!She manfully fought to control her gagging and succeeded in swallowing almost all of Michelle's cum before dropping forward onto her hands as she cleared her throat."Christ... That was some fucking come!" she finally gasped, "I nearly drowned!"For the next hour we fucked and sucked each other in every position possible until we laid back to recover with a much needed cigarette."Wow! How the hell can you follow a session like that?" Anne gasped."We'll show you!" I smirked at her, "C'mon Anne, we're going for a walk!""Okay, won't be a minute! Just give me time to slip into my skirt and top!" she said."You won't be needing those!" I smiled, "Just a light lightweight raincoat!"A quizzical look crossed her face as I went to the wardrobe and returned with two lightweight raincoats one for her and one for me."Michelle's got her own, so these are for us!" I explained."And... and nothing else ... underneath, I mean?" she asked. "Nope!" I grinned, "Just the undies you have on!"Obviously unsure as to what was happening, Anne slid the lightweight raincoat on and tied the belt all three of us now ready for our walk in the park.A few minutes later we were driving along the country roads in the fading light with a very confused Anne sitting beside me."Okay, here we are!" Michelle said finally as she pulled up outside the park gates and switched off the engine, "You ready for a little walk through the park Anne?""Hmmm... I think so?" she replied somewhat uncertainly."Good!" Michelle replied, "Let's go!"I'd described on the drive over what Anne was going to do, and at first she thought I was joking then I reminded her that she wasn't wearing any outer clothes under her raincoat, only her undies!As Anne got out and walked to the gates she turned with a broad grin."Fucking hell! I never thought that not wearing panties could make me feel so fucking horny!" she beamed, "I'm already juicing up like hell, here!""Hmmm, just wait till you take your coat off!" I grinned back at her.Michelle locked up the car and we set off through the gates with Anne chattering nervously about what we were doing.Because we'd both done it many times before, both me and Michelle immediately undid the belts on our lightweight raincoats Michelle completely exposing her sexy ½ cup bra, suspender-belt and massive erect cock, and me exposing my firm 36b tits, suspender-belt and my own, very rigid and erect cock!"Jesus, look at you two horny bastards!" Anne gasped as she saw what we'd just done, "I've gotta try that for myself!"So saying, she quickly undid her belt and let her lightweight raincoat fall open to completely expose her own firm tits and very erect nipples, and her suspender-framed hairy cunt to the world!"Like it?" I grinned at her."Fucking hell yes! What a fucking turn-on!" she beamed back at me, "I especially like the way your rigid cocks are swinging from side to side and slapping against your thighs that looks fucking fantastic!""Mmmm, it feels fucking fantastic as well!" Michelle smiled, "I particularly like to see Suzy's tits proudly jutting out, and her erect nipples!""Yeah, I see what you mean!" Anne agreed, "They look really sexy especially with her rigid cock jutting out from between her nylon-clad thighs as well!""That's because I really get turned on doing this!" I explained, "And... this!"Looking her straight in the eye, I slid my lightweight raincoat off my shoulders so's I was walking along wearing nothing other than my suspender-belt, nylons, and heels.Michelle immediately followed suit with Anne doing the same a few seconds later!"How d'you feel?" I asked her."Alive!" she answered after a few moments, "Alive and a whole lot fucking hornier than I've ever felt in my life!""I think me and Michelle can do something to make you feel even hornier!" I smiled."Oh?... and what's that, then?" she grinned.I stopped and threw my folded lightweight raincoat down onto the path Michelle stopping with me and doing the same."Get down onto these on your hands and knees!" I said slowly and deliberately.She looked at me a little uncertainly... and then slowly sank down onto her hands and knees her exposed hairy cunt pushing out proudly from between her nylon-clad thighs like a split peach!Because Anne had sucked Michelle off earlier, I elected to be sucked off whilst Michelle knelt between her legs her massive knob-end pressing against Anne's cunt-lips and gently parting them as Michelle slowly pushed forward!I heard Anne moan softly as her lips wrapped around my knob-end and felt her being repeatedly pushed deeper onto me, as Michelle fucked her massive knob-end and thick shaft deeper into Anne's freely-juicing cunt!"You watch behind me for anyone coming along the path Suzy, and I'll do the same with you!" Michelle breathed as she took hold of Anne's hips and started to rapidly fuck her slick cock into her."Will do, Michelle!" I breathed as Anne slurped noisily on my cock.Anne knelt there on the path and took us at both ends until Michelle gasped that she was near to coming. Anne then repeatedly rammed her hips backwards impaling herself on Michelle's massive cock as she felt the first spurt of Michelle's cum blasting up against her cervix! My throbbing cock slipped from her mouth just as I started to come spraying my sticky load all over her face and chin!"Oh yessssssss!" she hissed as Michelle's cum filled her cunt to overflowing and oozed past her thick shaft to dribble off Anne's thick mass of pubic hair and run down her nylon-clad thighs, "Fuck me you horny bastards! I want your cum!"Michelle remained kneeling behind her with her cock sticking deep inside her, as Anne clawed her way upright and looked into my eyes."Lick it off!" she breathed, "Lick your cum off my face and save me some to eat!"Doing as I was told, I slowly licked all of my cum from her cheeks and chin before leaning forwards to kiss her on the lips Anne throwing back her head and opening her mouth wide so's my sticky mouthful could slowly dribble into it!"Mmmm, that tasted... beautiful!" she whispered softly as Michelle slid out of her and I helped her to her feet, "Now, shall we continue?"We picked up our lightweight raincoats and set off along the path once more Anne giggling like a little girl as she spread her knees and showed us the copious amount of Michelle's thick and creamy cum that was liberally dripping onto the path from her gaping cunt and also slithering down her nylon-clad thighs!"Mmmm, I feel like I've been really... used! Used... and... delightfully soiled!" she smiled at us, "Soiled with two delicious loads of thick and creamy cum!""Mmmm, and they certainly won't be the last, tonight!" Michelle laughed, "No way!"Totally ignoring the sticky mess that was draining from her, Anne smiled and set off again with me and Michelle walking alongside her."God, I feel fucking horny!" Anne gasped before reaching down between her legs and scooping up a load of Michelle's cum then tipping it into her mouth, "Jesus, to think I've been missing out on this all these years!"We hadn't walked three more steps when I saw someone approaching in the fading light, and told the others to quickly put their coats back on!As the figure approached us, I saw that it was a guy on his own, with him bidding us a cheery "Good evening girls!" as he came up to us and passed by. We all responded with a "Good evening!" and quickly relaxed allowing our coats to flap open again!"Phew, that was close!" Anne grinned as we walked on and soon came under the deeper shade of the trees."Yeah, but I don't think he saw anything because we all had our coats pulled to with our hands in our pockets by the time he was near to us!" I assured her.A moment later we reached a bench that me and Michelle used regularly when we went out for some outdoor fun. It was set back slightly and you'd a real good view up and down the path, which meant you'd plenty of warning if anyone was coming."How about a ciggy before we start?" Michelle suggested as we sat back on the bench with our coats draped wide-open so's everything we had was totally exposed.Anne was exposing even more than us because of the unladylike way she was sitting. She was perched on the edge of the bench and had her knees spread wide apart, so's the highly erotic sight of Michelle's thick and creamy cum could clearly be seen, as it continued to slowly slither out of her suspender-framed hairy cunt, and drop in sticky viscous strings onto the ground between her feet!"Hey Anne! It looks like you could do with a bit of a clean up!" I grinned, "The use of a large box of tissues wouldn't come amiss!""You offering?" she grinned back at me.As I got off the bench and squatted between her splayed knees my mouth clamping over her gaping and drooling cunt-lips, Anne laid back on the bench and closed her eyes in utter contentment and satisfaction!"Oh yesssssssssssssss!" she hissed quietly, as her hand strayed to Michelle's erect cock and she started to slowly wank it, "That feels... beautiful!""Hmmm, and it looks beautiful!" a strange voice suddenly added.We all spun round to see a guy standing amongst the deep gloom of the trees behind the bench his cock out and him slowly wanking it! I recognised him immediately as the guy we'd met on the path!"Sorry if I startled you, but I just had to admit it really is a beautiful sight!" he smiled, "And I do mean... all of it including you two guys!""You're the guy we met on the path!" I told him as I pulled away from Anne's drooling cunt and then stood up between her knees not bothering about him seeing my suspender-framed erect cock or how I was dressed."That's right!" he replied as he came down the grassy slope and joined us his rigid cock jutting out in front of him and still poking out of his jeans, "I had a feeling there was something odd about three girls walking through the park at this time of night, and dressed the way you all were. So, I thought I'd double back and see if my suspicions were justified and it looks like they were!""And what d'you think of seeing us dressed like this?" I asked."Like I said before... beautiful!" he replied with a smile, "I'm bi myself, and I've often seen guys back home in undies before!""Back home?" Michelle asked."Yeah, I'm on holiday with the wife." he replied, "I found out about this place from the internet and thought I'd have a look. The wife doesn't know I'm bi, and so when she said she was going to have a bath and a quiet night in, I told her I was going for a quick stroll in the park before I took back some fish and chips for our supper!""Well d'you feel like working up an appetite?" Michelle asked him."Mmmm, I'd love to!" the guy grinned, "I'm Phil, by the way!""That's Suzy, that's Michelle, and I'm a new girl to the group, Anne!" told him, "How about you fucking me, while Michelle stands alongside us and fucks Suzy?""Sounds good to me!" Phil replied, "Do I need a condom or can I let fly inside you?""If Suzy's gonna suck me out after, you'd better fuck me bareback!" Anne grinned.Without waiting for him to answer, Anne got up and slipped her lightweight raincoat off her shoulders before going over to the railings and leaning against them pushing her ass back to completely expose her drooling hairy cunt to us all!I followed suit and leant against the railings alongside her both Phil and Michelle getting behind us and feeding their rigid cocks into our waiting holes!"Christ, that looks fucking sexy!" Phil gasped to Anne as he looked across at Michelle fucking me and he steadily fucked into Anne, "I can't get over Suzy having such a pair of beautiful tits and such a decent cock as well!"As Michelle thrust her thick cock and massive knob-end into my squelching ass I thrust my ass back to meet her thrusts and felt her knob-end swelling she was very near to coming!A few seconds later she let out a little moan and I felt the first enormous spurt of cum blasting against my insides! It was quickly followed by over a dozen more and I could feel my ass stretching to accommodate the immense bulk of cum it contained. The pressure of her cum was soon released however when it spluttered loudly, and seeped past her tightly fitting shaft each time she thrust into me, and her cum then began to run down the insides of my nylon-clad thighs!Seeing this was too much for Phil, and I heard him telling Anne that he was about to come inside her. She quickly begged him to fuck her harder and to fill her cunt with his cum Phil immediately spurting everything he had, deep inside Anne's sloppy and suctioning cunt!As he and Michelle both slowed to a stop, they both slid out of the holes they'd just fucked and stood back to watch Anne sidle across to me with her finger pressed firmly over the entrance to her cum-filled cunt.Meanwhile, I squatted down and raised my head up between her now widespread thighs Anne quickly removing her finger to allow Phil's cum to slowly drain from her hairy cunt! Because she hadn't squatted down onto my face, both Phil and Michelle could plainly see the cum slithering from her gaping cunt, and landing in my open mouth! A particular bonus was, that Michelle's massive load of cum was also draining from my stretched ass, and was also plainly in view to both of them!To really finish things off, when Anne's cunt was as clean as I could possibly get it, she stood to one side and watched me tossing myself off into my hand then quickly dived on the gooey load of my cum in my hand, and eagerly lapped up every drop!"Wow! That was something else!" Phil gasped as he watched Anne licking her lips."If you think that was something, watch Michelle having a wank!" I told him, "You okay for another wank, Michelle?""Sure!" she smiled as she wrapped her fist round her still rigid shaft, "As always!""You ever sucked another guy off and drunk his cum, Phil?" I asked him as Michelle squatted down slightly and furiously wanked her massive cock."Yeah, quite a few times actually!" he replied, "It's good!""Well watch this, and tell me if you could manage to suck off Michelle!" I grinned.Michelle's suspenders were stretched tight and pulling away from her thighs as she half-squatted on the path her fist rapidly sliding up and down her massive cock as she blatantly tossed herself off in the dim light. Meanwhile, Anne had walked in front of Michelle and was busily frigging her hairy gash, as she too wanked herself, in the full knowledge that Michelle would soon be coming all over her!"C'mon Michelle!" she urged, "Toss yourself off all over me and cover me with your thick and creamy cum, so's me and Suzy can lick it off for you!"A few moments later a thick, white, massive spurt of thick and creamy cum arced through the air and landed with a loud 'splat' on Anne's flat belly!This was followed by another, and another, and another until Anne was literally dripping with cum as it slid off her exposed tits, down and over her belly, completely covering her black suspender-belt, and dripping off her thick cunt-hair!And still it came! Spurt after spurt of thick cum arcing through the air, as Michelle continued to feverishly wank her erect and throbbing cock!As the spurts lessened in intensity, a splattered line of opalescent cum trailed on the path from between Michelle's legs to puddle between Anne's!"Fucking hell!" Phil gasped as me and Anne busily scooped up as much cum as we could from her body and undies before drinking it down, "I've never seen anyone come as much as that, in my life!""And that's how much Michelle spurted into me and Suzy when she fucked us!" Anne beamed at him, "So y'see, it's no wonder it poured out of us like it did!"Phil was too busy kneeling between Michelle's nylon-clad thighs with his mouth clamped over her still dribbling cock and knob-end to answer his fist rapidly sliding up and down his cock as he hastily tossed himself off!"I wish I'd met you guys earlier in the week!" Phil told us as we laid back and puffed on a ciggy a few minutes later, "Trouble is we're going back home tomorrow, so I won't be able to even see you again but this is a night I'll never forget!""Glad you enjoyed it!" Michelle told him."Oh I did I sure did!" he replied.Phil eventually said goodbye to us and left us sitting on the bench, pleasantly fucked!"Well you guys, shall we wander back?" I asked, "All this fucking has tired me out!"Because we were tired as well, me and Anne agreed with her and we strolled back to the car wearing nothing but our undies. And because there was nobody about, we didn't even bother to put our coats on when we got into the car Michelle driving me and Anne back to my place before bidding us goodnight!Needless to say, she stopped the night and we fucked ourselves to sleep!Anne is now my regular partner and regularly goes out with us or just with me, and along the way she has enjoyed many sexual encounters but that's another story!~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 47 |
slumber.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/30/slumber.txt | As the time grew closer for everything to be set in place and with her brother and his new room mate gone for the evening Alexis was anxious to get everything under way. The night was a quiet one, as she walked around the house, preparing for tonights events making sure everything was in its place. Alexis was a beautiful girl and had always been popular. She walked around the house in nothing more then a satin robe and her two piece blue satin nightie. She was a tall girl standing over five foot seven, with long blonde hair and piercing crystal blue eyes, her body was toned and well kept, she exercised daily trying to maintain her physique for cheerleading. Her soft, rose red lips were inviting as well as her flawless ivory complexion, she was described by most as a porcelain doll, and she adored the compliment. Though she never did let it go to her head, she was sassy and arrogant to a point, but had a wonderful sense of humor and was always the first to jump in and try something new making her one of the most popular girls on collage campus. As the night started underway, Alexis was setting up the living room for the slumber party and getting lost in her own thoughts of back in high schoolnot having done this and wanting to, and finding the right girls were always hard, but she managed as she did with everything else. Alexis smiled to herself as she started setting up the games along with drinks and snacks for the girls that were coming, and as she set the last glass on the coffee table she hears the door bell and jumps up in excitement and hurries to answer the door. "Lisa!" Alexis ecstatic, throwing her arms around one of her long time best friend. They had always been close since grade school, as Lisa steps inside with a wide smile."I see you have everything almost done Lexie, Lisa says with a smile as she sets her bag down off to the right side of the door. Lexie was always her nick name for Alexis, as the two sat down for a few brief moments and engaged in a typical, best friend conversation. "Did you find the place alright, I know how lost you get when you dont have a map." Alexis giggling hardily at Lisa. "Well, Im here arent I smartass?" Lisa shot back with a grin as the two girls laughed.Lisa had always been the more direct of the two with a sense of humor to match Alexiss. Lisa was indeed a rare beauty. She wasnt as tall as Alexis, only standing a mere five foot five, but her personality made her larger then life and no one ever really noticed the height difference between the two girls. Lisa was the no bullshit type, and wasnt afraid to say so, always expressing her opinion with fire behind every word. Dressed in tight fitting denim jeans and a black form fitting, strapless halter top, showing off her most adhering features, low cut showing off her ample breasts, her body was well defined and very tan, working out almost everyday was one of her favorite things to do. She had long silken raven black hair that hung loosely around her shoulders, her olive complexion combined with her dark eyes and full, crimson lips made her very easy on the eyes. She was always wild in spirit, and fiery free will which is why the two girls had stayed so close through out the years. Lisa was a beauty both inside and out and the two girls always seemed to turn many heads where ever they went."This place looks great Lexie; I love what youve done with it in such a short amount of time. Tell me, did you read how to do it in one of those self-help books?" Lisa started laughing harder as she took a drink of the ice water that sat in front of her. "No, I did it myself smarty." Alexis retaliated with a grin. "And besides, I wouldnt want to take youre books from you knowing how much they mean to you." Alexis grinned with her statement as she stood up and walked towards the fridge for some ice. "Oh, ha, ha, ha," Lisa fired back. "Careful Lexie, you might be wearing that later on." She had a devilish look come across her face as she saw Alexis pick up the ice cube tray and Alexis looked over her shoulder, smiling."It wouldnt be the first time Lisa, and I doubt it would be the last." The two started laughing as she continued to put ice in her empty glass and walk back towards the couch. "What in hell are you dressed for girl, someone coming here that I dont know about?" Lisa giggled lightly."Well, this is a slumber party Lisa, and the last time I checked you were supposed to wear youre night cloths."Lisa started laughing "Well, this is an all girl party, I dont think youre going to be turning anyone on with that outfit, and dont you think youre just a tad over-dressed?" "No I dont, and it worked on you, didnt it?"Alexis shot back with a grin, as she slowly sipped her ice water, not taking her eyes off Lisa."That not the point Lexie. And you said you wouldnt bring that up again, dont make me hurt you." She started laughing as Alexis leaned over and gently brushed the hair away from Lisas face and looking her dead in the eyes, with a soft inviting smile. "I might like that ya know." The room fell silent for a few moments and just as Alexis was going to say something, the door bell rang, Alexis smiling."Saved by the bell, huh Lisa?"Shooting her a look and a wink as she gets up and walks slowly towards the door. Opening the door, Alexis shouts out. "Shelly!"Wrapping her arms around Michelle and Michelle returning it with a humble smile. The two girls stood there and talked for a few moments as Michelle finally got to make her way inside the door, noticing Lisas bag and looking towards the couch she notices her sitting there, drinking her water. "Whats this? Too stuck up to say hello, brat?" Michelle started laughing as Lisa smiled and made her way over, the girls embracing in a three way hug. "Im glad you could make it Shelly, It wouldnt have been much fun without you." Alexis teased.Michelle making her way to the couch as Alexis filled her glass with water and the three girls talked."I almost couldnt make it. I had to tell my dad that I was going out of town, he wanted me to stay and have family time" Michelle rolled her eyes at the thought; the other two girls started giggling. Michelle hated the fact that her father wanted to spend so much "Family time" together and the thought of it made her sick. "Ever since I started college, he is always after me about staying home, and spending time with the family, blah, blah, blah, and all I ever want to do is get out of there!" Michelle came from a family oriented background, and had always grown up in a small town, where everyone knew everyone. She made her way through high school, with one goal in mind, to get out of that small town and into college and now she was finally there. She met Lisa and Lexie at cheerleading practice, and the tryouts went well, she had a lot of experience but being from a small town, Michelle was a little more on the shy side, while Lisa and Lexie were always out going and bold. They became friends after a few short weeks, and Lisa and Lexie both admitted she would do wonders for the team, with not only her looks, but her personality, once she opened up, was outstanding. Michelle was a home town girl with the girl next door look that everyone adored. Her friendliness was uncommon for people in the bigger city and most found it refreshing; she had a wonderful sense of humor and always achieved what she had set out to do. She had always had that drive to get her goals accomplished, and never let anything or anyone stand in her way. Sitting on the couch next to the two girls, you couldnt easily tell she was a small town girl. Her daisy shorts clung tight to her well trimmed, bronzed body, showing off her full figure, her shirt, low cut giving off a hint of cleavage also form fitting and strapless, with a semi opened back. Her long wavy chestnut hair flowing endlessly down her shoulders and surrounding her flawless alabaster skin. Her fuchsia lips and stunning sea green eyes somehow held both innocence and yet a mysterious longing for life and all it had to offer. The three became fast friends over the next several weeks and had been planning a girls night for weeks, and none of them could wait until than."Dont worry Shelly; theyll grow out of it they always do." The girls started laughing and talking among themselves as Alexis gets up and brings back a movie. Looking at Shelly and Lisa and pointing to her room. "I thought it would be fun to watch a movie, but the only VCR that works is in my room." Alexis pronounced. The two girls looked at each other and Lisa knew somehow this would be trouble, somehow she knew that stepping into that room, would be biting off more then she could chew and she was ready for it.Leaving the games on the coffee table until later, Alexis, Lisa and Michelle make their way to the bedroom and as the door opens, for the first time Michelle got to see Alexiss room. It was covered in wall to wall blue lace, with sheer white sheets that hung over the window, the brass canopy bed in the center with satin sheets and a thick rose comforter gently covered it. It was amazing as Michelle stood there, the carpet beige in color and faint, with a small entertainment center directly on the other side of the bed flush up against the wall. It had a touch of elegance in it, and as Michelle shut the door, she noticed Alexiss cheerleading outfit hanging on the backside of the door and she smiled softly to herself. All three girls made their way to the bed as Alexis put in the movie and took the remote off the top of the TV and brought it back to the bed with her. "Make yourself comfy ladies; this is an all night affair."Alexis said with a smile from ear to ear as she lay on her stomach facing the TV, the other girls lay beside her in the same fashion with pillows under their arms and a thin, velvet like blanket gently covering them. As the time passed, and the movie got into full swing, Lisas beeper went off."Well shit, what now!" Lisa was annoyed once she saw the number; it was her brother and no doubt got himself into trouble, yet again. "Its Jarred, do you mind if I use the phone Hun and find out what in the hell he wants?" Taking a deep breath, and with a heavy sigh, Alexis points to the phone, she knew he would do this and the one that always bails him out is Lisa. She could hear some of the conversation as the two of them started talking and in frustration Lisa hangs up the phone pissed she walks back to the edge of the bed with a solemn look on her face. "His car broke down Lexie, and I have to go and pick him up, he tried calling dad and no one was there. Im sorry I dont want to leave but I dont have any other choice in the matter."Lisa was obviously irritated at her brother and made no qualms of hiding it."Leave it to that little jackass to ruin a planned evening of fun, Im gunna kick his ass all the way home!" Alexis got up from the bed and put the movie on pause, as Shelly just sat there not knowing what to say. Alexis puts her arms around Lisa and tries to comfort her the best she can."Dont worry, when youre finished with the ass, you can come back here and we can continue our movie, Ill put it on hold and besides" giving her a smirk "It will give the Shelly and I a chance to talk a little."Alexis trying to lighten the mood, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Giving Alexis a half smile, Alexis looks over at Shelly, still not able to say anything."Stay right here, Ill be back in a second." With that, the two girls walked to the door and Alexis and Lisa embraced in a soft hug as Lisa started cussing under hear breath all the way to the car. Shutting the door and locking the bottom lock, Alexis makes her way back to the bedroom and sits down next to Shelly."Dont worry, shell be back, and when she gets back shell be in a better mood"Alexis could tell that Shelly was a little uneasy, not ever being at a slumber party before, let alone with Alexis, and Alexis was known in college for crossing the fence. So to speak. Of course Michelle was curious about it, but if her family would ever find out, it would be like opening Pandoras Box and Shelly didnt know if she could take that kind of ridicule from anyone, let alone her family. The endless quiet was too much to bare as Alexis got up off the bed and walked towards her closet, and pulled something out and walking back over to Shelly."Here, this is a slumber party, and what good what a slumber party be without sleepwear?" Alexis chuckled lightly as she handed the French lace thongs and hunter green nightie to Shelly."The bathroom is the first door on the right, get changed and comfortable Hun."She smiled lightly at Alexis, Michelle getting up and making her way to the door, turning around about to give her thanks."Not needed, go, get your butt dressed and get back here already."A light hearted laugh was shared between the two girls as the stepped out of the door and walked down the hall into the bathroom. The bathroom was a beautiful shade of off white mixed with pearl and beige, giving it a wonderful feminine touch, and somehow without any doubt in her mind, she knew this was Alexiss bath room, just the colors gave it away, not to mention the rose oil bath beads that were on the counter. The bathroom was dimly lit, with frosted colored bulbs and roses etched into the mirror around the edges of the glass. It was stunning as she stood there for a few short moments taking it all in, getting undressed and slipping into the lingerie. Stepping back she took a look at herself in the mirror and she was surprised. It fit her well, and covered most of her, as she giggled to herself. She had never worn anything like this before and yet somehow it felt natural to her. The V shaped neckline accented her ample breasts, cutting down low and barely clung to her delicate shoulders, it was as if it had instantly become a part of her, the way it hugged and clung to every curve in her body as if it was only made for her to wear. It touched half way down her well toned thighs, and around the edges of the bottom was lined with lace that seemed to shimmer with the softest touch of light. There was a small slit on either side only a few inches up and the robe to match it was completely see through, she stood there for a few moments smiling not believing what she was looking at, and finally Alexiss voice brought her back into reality."Hey, I know its nice in there but dont get lost."Hearing Alexis she laughed to herself as she heard her laugh and opened the door making her way back into the bedroom. Alexiss back was turned when Michelle entered the room, with the robe over her body as she set her cloths on top of the dresser and made her way back to the bed, Alexis turned around and with a soft smile she looked at Michelle."I knew it would suit you, you look stunning my dear. Simply stunning."Her words were flattering to hear, coming from a girl that didnt seem to have one single flaw about her. Michelle sat there and smiled lightly."Thanks. I love it"The two sat there and engaged in a conversation that took Michelle by complete surprise."So, wanna play a game?"Michelle looked at her with wonder and smiled lightly."Sure, what kind of game?"Michelle was always up for something new, and her curiosity was about to get the better of her especially with Alexis. "Oh its a classic I'm sure you know it."Letting her sit there in wonder for a few moments in complete and utter suspense. "Truth or Dare."Alexis spit out with a grin and a smile as Michelle looked at her and her stomach started to knot up feeling her nervousness taking over. She use to play this game in high school but there were always guys around when she played. What on earth could we do with just the two of us here in this game, this is for a bunch of people Michelle thought to herself, as she sat there while Alexis closed the curtains slightly but still enough room where someone could see in if they really wanted to. Making her way back over and motioning for Michelle to sit next to her on the bed and the two started talking."There is only one rule in this game, anything goes but you can only choose truth three times in a row then you have to take a dare and theres no passing on the dare, agreed?"Michelle looking a little nervous and yet excited she was eager to see what she could find out about Alexis and what she would, or wouldnt do."Agreed! Who goes first?"They both sat there quietly and Alexis finally speaks."Well, I think Ill let you go first, get comfy."She said with a smirk as she scoots her body close to Shellys almost close enough to reach out and touch. Shelly sat there and thought for a few minutes.."Alright Alexis, Truth or Dare?"Alexis sits there as a smirk wipes across her face. "Truth"Michelle sits there and thinks for a second or two, trying to come up with something that wouldnt offend Alexis and smiled to herself as she let the question slip out of her lips."Whats the kinkiest thing that you have ever done?"Alexis sat back with a hardly grin across her face and giggled."Oh, its gunna be like that huh? I see." Alexis sits there laughing as the two girls grow quiet. Alexis thinking and finally comes out with an answer."There was this time, when I was with two girl friends of mine and we went into a bar. I got up and went into the bathroom and on my way there I met some guy and ended up dancing with him. We pressed up against each other, one hot body against another and his hands were roaming all over my body. I couldnt take anymore and I walked with him and motioned for the two girls I was with to follow, and before long all 4 of us were in the men's bathroom on the floor each took turns getting fucked by that enormous cock, and eating each others pussys and by the time it was all over we did manage to draw a crowd. It was great!"Alexis had this look in her eyes as Michelle sat back in awe at what she just heard, she couldnt believe it, than again we are talking about Alexis. Oh god I dont think I could ever do anything like that Michelle thought to herself as she sat there and noticed Alexiss hand on the outside of her thigh, gently resting it there as she looked at her."Youre turn Shelly, Truth or Dare?"Alexis had this smirk on her face as she asked, and Michelle felt her heart racing as she did what anyone in her place would do. "Truth"The words seem to come out so quickly they almost didnt seem real. As Alexis had a mile long grin across her face, she already knew what she was going to ask and needed no time for preparation. "Alright Shelly, How often do you masturbate?"The word hit home, but she wasnt caught off guard completely, she knew what line of questioning she started with and she knew that Alexis would follow right behind her. She felt her face turn red and her heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness and she answered the question, looking into Alexiss eyes, never breaking the gaze."Two or three times a day."Alexis sat back and was a little shocked at the answer."Whoa, thats a lot of masturbation there sweetheart, so much pent up sexual energy. Gotta love it!" Both girls started laughing as Michelle felt Alexiss hand slowly inch its way up her thigh, she didnt pay it any mind and referred back to the questions, she didnt want to admit it but she loved this game. "Truth or Dare?"Alexis chimed in."Truth""Whats the biggest cock youve ever had fuck you?"Alexis was stunned to hear Michelle be so verbal and she loved it and ate it up any chance she got. She sat there with a soft smile and deliberated on it for a few minutes."I think it was ten inches almost eleven, and oh god I loved it! The way that cock felt when he forced it inside my tight wet pussy, fucking me so hard, and then slowing down almost stopping and starting all over again. I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"Michelle laughed more out of nervousness and she finally started speaking what she was thinking."Oh god, that would kill me!"both girls laughed as the next question came around, Alexiss hand was softly rubbing Michelles thigh, trying to relax her and see just how far she would go, if she did stop her or not. "Alright, Truth or Dare?"Alexis smirked as she asked."Truth"Alexis could feel Michelle starting to wear down and become calm as she let her hand slowly move up along the thighs and back down, slowly and gently massaging them. "Ever thought about having youre pussy licked by another girl?"She perked when she asked this question and felt every fiber of her body wanting to know this answer, as she felt Michelle instantly grow tense."Dont worry Shelly; its just you and me here. There isnt anyone else, come on, you can tell me" Michelle tried to act natural and she knew she was failing miserably, as she sat there and felt Alexiss hand slowly moving up and down her thighs getting closer and closer to her pussy with each and every gently stroke. She took a slow, deep breath and tried to push out the answer, her voice shaken and never admitting this to another living soul."Yes I have. Ive always wanted to know what it felt like to have a woman lick my pussy and me come to one hard orgasm after another." Closing her eyes feeling Alexiss hand barely touch the inner part of her thigh that connected with her hips, her hand warm and inviting as she couldnt keep her concentration any longer and let herself go, completely. She had very little will and being so easily sexually aroused she knew she couldnt resist telling herself there is no one else here, its just Alexis and me, no one else has to know, no one.. trying to convince herself as she felt Alexiss soft lips touch hers and slowly tracing her tongue around the outer part of her lips, opening her mouth and probing her tongue inside. She felt like her body was going to explode as Alexiss fingers started deviling between her thighs, touching the outer lips of her now soaked pussy. She felt Alexis push her back onto the bed slowly and easily. "Well, we will just have to fix that, now wont we?"Alexis had a smirk on her face, as she gently ran her fingers through Michelles long hair, bringing her lips to meet her nipples, sucking them into her mouth slowly, letting her tongue dance over them. She could feel the short fast breaths of hair that Michelle was taking and the ever so soft moans that escaped her lips as she felt Alexiss lips touch and invade her body feeling her fingers pushing their way slowly inside her tight wet pussy, her thumb gently rubbing her clit as her body started to tremble and the moaning grew louder and louder. Alexis reached at the top of the bed, where a mantle was, and pulled down something, but Michelle wasnt able to make it out. Feeling Alexiss tongue run slowly down her stomach and towards the inside of her thighs, she laid her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation and feeling of it all. Alexis slowly separated her lips, and let her tongue barely touch her clit, as she did she felt Michelles body jolt forward and hearing the gasp of air coming from her lips, pressing her lips around her clit and sucking it slowly and softly into her mouth, taking her time as she slid the large dildo slowly inside Michelles pussy, feeling her tightening her grip around it as she barely pushes the head in, slowly working it in and out hearing the moans and cries from her body begging for more. Moving her tongue along her clit faster now, and with one quick movement, thrusting the dildo deep inside her wanting pussy, hearing her let out a hard moan followed by a scream, grinding it slowly inside her pussy as she lets her tongue flutter over her clit her body starting to tremble and shake, her mind spinning and loosing any and all conscious thought. She could feel her orgasm so close, her body shaking harder, feeling the dildo hitting her back wall, stretching her pussy out more and more, feeling Alexiss tongue wrap itself and flutter around her clit, not noticing the door open to the bed room, both girls occupied and lost in each other Alexis continued, pulling the cock out of her pussy and gently rubbing it across her tight star shaped hole. The feeling was almost too intense for Shelly as she pulled her body up, feeling her body weaken, and trembling, Alexis pulling her back down and sucking her clit into her mouth harder, with more force and stopping and rubbing her clit."Tell me you want to come Michelle, tell me you want me to make you cum, tell me to fuck that tight ass of yours and make you cum hard, tell me Shelly."Her words were sweet to Michelles ears, feeling her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, making it harder for her to say no, she knew she wanted it barely able to breathe trying desperately to push out the words Alexis wanted to hear. "Yes Lexie, make me cum pls make me cum, fuck me hard Lexie please, god please make me cum .. fuck my ass hard, harder, please god harder." Her voice was faint and filled with wanting and desire as Alexis pushed the head inside her tight ass and Michelle let out a hard cry, tightening her body, Alexis quickly brought her lips back to Michelles clit and sucking it into her mouth as she pushed the rubber cock inch by inch deeper into her tight ass. Michelle not knowing if she felt more pain then pleasure starting crying and moaning over and over, faint then more profound fading in and out as her body started quivering harder. Without warning, thrusting the cock deep inside her ass and fucking her with it, pulling it almost all the way out and thrusting it back inside, over and over faster then slowly, teasing and taunting her body, pulling out her orgasm. Michelles voice carried through the room as she felt something else to her surprise. It was a man and when Alexis shot up, she noticed it was her room mate."Your not suppose to be here!"Alexis said, with power behind her voice as she felt Michelles body shaking under hers harder. And hearing her words only surprised her more."Alexis, please dont stop, god please dont stop, fuck me make me cum Lexie, fuck me hard." Her cries and pleas filled the room, as he stood over her smiling to himself. "She sounds like she wants it Lexie and you look like you want this."He exposed his thick hard cock to Alexis and she got chills from the very though. How much she wanted him, when she first saw him, how much she wanted him to fuck her with that cock and take her. His body was well defined, small framed but muscular, dark hair and eyes gave him a powerful, mysterious look about him. The kind of man that would step in and take charge and thats what he was doing. He made his way behind Alexis and watched her as she pushed the rubber cock in and out of Michelles tight hole, hearing her cries and moans, as her body started to quiver harder, she brought her lips to back down to her clit and sucked it into her mouth, feeling Michelles body explode, as it shook violently under hers, her cries filling the room again, as she pushed Alexiss head down, holding her there begging and pleading for her not to stop. The man made Alexis movie, by scooting Michelles body down further on the bed and put Alexis and Michelle in a 69 position with Michelles head at the bottom of the bed and Alexis over her, he pushed her pussy down onto Michelles face as Michelle started licking and sucking on her clit, hearing both the girls moan and cry out. Alexis taking the rubber cock out and thrusting it deep inside Michelles soaked pussy, moving it in and back out as she felt Michelles tongue licking and sucking her clit.Alexiss body started to tremble harder, her moans following Michelles one after another. He lifts up Alexiss body and shoves his cock into Michelles mouth, sucking on the head as he pushes his hips forward, making her take more of him, Michelle's fingers deep, delving in Alexiss pussy as she sucks on this mans cock. Feeling every vein, every curve, how it throbbed inside her mouth, the sweet taste of his precum filling her mouth as she swallows it slowly, enjoying every part of him. Alexis barely able to take anymore starts shaking harder over Michelle's now weak body."Tell me what you want Alexis?"The mans voice was deep and almost hypnotic and full of authority and power."Tell me what you want Alexis? Tell me you want to feel my cock fucking that sweet tight ass of yours, tell me you wanna cum while I fuck that ass Alexis, Tell Me!"Michelle feeling his cock swollen in her mouth, swelling harder and faster as he pulls his cock out of her mouth and just rubs the head over her lips, teasing her. Alexis barely able to breathe herself, feeling what Michelle felt moments earlier she feels her body trembling harder as she fights to push the words out of her quivering lips. "Yes Eric, fuck ee, fuck me hard Eric, fuck my ass and make me cum, god please fuck me Eric I want to feel that huge cock fucking me."Without hesitation, Eric slams his cock into Alexiss ass, feeling the immense pressure Alexis lets out a hard scream, as she forces the dildo in Michelle's pussy deeper, feeling Erics thick hard cock plunging deep into the very core of her. Thrusting his hips forward, not letting up, not giving her a break, fucking that tight ass brutally pulling her hips back to meet his as he slams his hips forward, hearing skin meeting skin slapping together hard. Fucking her harder and faster, then slowing down, pulling his cock almost out of her and thrusting it deep inside her, her screams and moans only powering him all the more, feeling her body tightening hard, and her climax growing near."God yes Eric, your cock feels so good. Oh god Eric fuck my ass, fuck it hard make me cum Eric, please."Her words were like sugar to his blood as he impales his cock inside her ass, grinding his thick hard shaft inside her, as she feels Michelles lips on her clit, sucking it into her mouth, the combination of the two sends her soaring and her body erupts hard, sending her mind into an uncontrollable spin, screams and moans poor out of her shivering lips, her body barely able to hold her up feeling the energy being pulled out of her body. Feeling his cock grinding tight to her body, not able to stop, not wanting to stop, orgasm after orgasm leaving her weak and bewildered at everything unfolding the way it did. Eric pulling her hair hard back and lifting her off Michelle, she turns her attention to him, as she sits there on her knees as Eric strokes his cock a few times and looks dead at Alexis."Hold her tits together like a good girl Lexie."His words were sharp and sent chills down her spine, as Alexis mustered what strength she had left and brought herself up to Michelle, both girls out of breath, flushed and trembling. She places her hands gently on either side of Michelle's full ample breasts and pushes them tight together and holds them there, looking down at her and smiling softly. Eric without saying a word, pushes his cock between the two large mounds of flesh, Michelle letting out a hard sigh and a soft moan, feeling his cock between her sensitive breasts, it swelling, feeling the erotic pleasure of his shaft as he thrusts his hips back and forth, fucking her tits. Skin to skin as he pushes his way thru Michelle's breasts, the tight fit was arousing to him, hearing the low growl escaping from his lips as his shaft starts to swell; he quickly pulls out from between Michelles breasts and starts stroking his cock from base to just the underside of the head of his cock, both girls lay there, begging and pleading for him to cum, and not moments later the first shot erupts and covers Michelles face the second Alexiss face back and forth between the two girls, hearing the low growling as his climax hits its peek, his body tensing and pushing it out harder with everything he has behind him. Eric stands back and smiles at the two girls, as they lock in a kiss between the two of them, slowly licking the cum off each others faces, and without a word said Eric gets his cloths and leaves the room quietly, with both girls sprawled out on the bed, naked and exhausted, as he smiles to himself walking out of the room thanking himself for coming home early. Both girls wrap themselves around each other and end up asleep, before finally hitting the dream word. Alexis wonders if Michelle really knew what was going on and how she would feel by the time morning came. If she would have any regrets on what unfolded here tonight. She smiles and looks at Michelle, and quickly puts her worries to rest and drifts into a slow and deep slumber.END |
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blackbuzz.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/59/blackbuzz.txt | This happened several years ago while me and my husband were on a vacation. We had stopped near the University of Alabama campus and had checked into a motel room. We enjoyed the swimming pool, a nice evening meal and a couple glasses of wine before going to our room. There was not much on TV, so Harry (my husband) got out the laptop and put in some adult movies to watch. We both enjoyed watching adult movies from time to time prior to some love making. This was one of those times. The first movie was so so. Then the next one perked my attention as it started with a young man knocking on an apartment door and was greeted by a lady. He asked her if she needed any repairs on here house as he was a college student and was working his way through college. She looked him over from head to toe and smiled and said, "Come on in. I think I need someone to clean my apartment, if you would like to do that." The young man smiled and entered and was given instructions to vacuum the floors. After he started, the lady went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes and put on a sheer house coat and sat down in the living room to watch and wait. The young man upon seeing her like this became very aroused as evidenced by the bulge in the front of his pants. The lady got up and went to the kitchen and poured some ice tea returning and offering it to the young man said, "Take a break and have some tea," as she patted the couch next to her. You can guess the rest of the movie, it was hot and it made me hot. As was our usual thing to do, my husband and I would fantasize about the movies and each would say what they liked about the movies and what really got them hot etc.My husband revealed that he thought it would be a real turn on to see me with a young man and I in turn agreed that it would be hot. He wanted to know what I would do if he brought a young man home for me to have and I told him that I would fuck his ass off. We both laughed.Harry said, "I would love to see you get a young stud between your legs. I bet he would go nuts in your hot pussy. I can imagine him fucking with all he has getting his nuts off in your hot mature pussy." "You are making me so horny, baby, geeee I wish I had one right now.""What would you do if I went out right now and got you a young black stud?""Wow, geeeeeeeee, damn! That does make me hot, not just a young stud but a black one at that, woooo you are just kidding, yes?""No, I think I will do that. I will just to into the bar and find one and tell him there is a hot momma waiting for him in room 202. How about that?"I giggled and said, "You get him and I will take care of him." I was really wet between my legs now, it was even making a damp spot on the sheet. Harry got up and dressed and told me to be ready as he would be back soon with a young black stud for me.I lay there wondering if he was serious hoping that he was. I was so hot I felt like I could fuck anything that walked through the door, even a tiger.Soon there was a knock on the door and my chest started pounding with anticipation. I was in my red nightgown as I opened the door and saw this handsome dark black young man at the door. He said. "Your husband sent me to see if you needed room service."I looked him up and down with approval and said, "Uhhh yessssssssss, come on in."Damn, how lucky can a 39 year old white wife be? I thought, as I welcomed my handsome soon to be lover. "My name is Billy Ray but everyone calls me Buzz. I play football and got the nick once when I buzzed down the field in HS for the winning touchdown with time run out on the clock.""Mine is Brenda and I don't have any special names," as I giggled. "Baby, I can see you are one hot momma. I bet you can make a man real happy. I could not believe it when your husband said that he had a real foxy chick in the room that needed some black meat. I have always dreamed of getting me a nice white wife to fuck.""Well I am a white wife and I think I can make you happy. Come to Momma," as I pulled him close and we kissed like a couple of horny high school teen-agers. I was so hot I didn't waste any time pushing my muffin into his hard cock as he pushed back. I ran my hands under his shirt felling his muscular body and down onto his buns pulling him to me as we rotated our hips as if to music. His hands were on my bottom pulling me close as he moaned and whispered that I was making him so horny that he was about to pop his balls. I giggled, and moved to the bed pulling my gown up as he rapidly shed his jogging suit revealing a long thick hard jet-black pole ready to enter my hot white pussy. We were too horny to have foreplay. I knew that I was about ready to have an orgasm, as was he. Buzz found his target and pushed his long cock deep inside my wet white pussy as he started long deep thrusts, knocking on the door to my womb. He really filled me up good. His cock was signaling that he was preparing my husbands private white garden to plant his black seed. As I met his black cock with thrusts of my own telling his cock that my womb was ready for his balls to empty their black seed deep inside my womb. His black pole was now pushing hard and fast into my love canal. His sack of balls was now spanking my ass cheeks as he pulled me close with his hands holding me tight signaling that he was breeding this married white momma and no one or nothing was going to stop him. Of course I had no interest in stopping this hot stud. He was sending me into orbit and I was anxiously awaiting his balls to unload in me as this always sends me over the edge. Oh damn, this young black stud was making me his. I was thinking that I wanted to take him home with me and keep him so I could have him every time I got horny. I would even want him after my husband had me... I knew that just looking at him would make me wet and ready for his cock.Suddenly, I snapped out of my trance and realized that Buzz was thrusting deep and hard and breathing fast as he launched his last few thrusts and his cock started pumping those black seed deep inside me. I let out a muffled scream as I locked my legs around his waist shaking with my own orgasm as I felt my love canal contracting milking every drop from his black pounding balls. I shuddered all over as Buzz went limp on top of me having spent his load and completed his orgasm. I then went still for a moment then I went limp as well, having just had the best orgasm I ever remember having. We lay there with Buzz still on top as we both held each other's sweaty bodies. After a few minutes, Buzz whispered in my ear, "Momma, I have always wondered why my black brothers all want to get some married white pussy and now I know. Damn I will never be the same. You are one hot white bitch."I giggled, and replied, "Well I have always wondered what a black man could do for a white wife and now I know. Don't tell my husband, but I will always be thinking of you when we are having sex. I have never been so well fucked in my life as I was tonight."After Buzz left that night, my husband returned and I had to tell him all about my young black stud... Well telling him about it, made me horny again and my husband needed to be taken care of, , As my husband plowed his garden, my mind was playing with Buzz and thoughts of his black pole. This made it even more enjoyable with my husband... I never saw Buzz again except in my fantasies while having sex with my husband. Yes getting fucked by a young black stud can liven up a white wife's sex life. Thank you Buzz wherever you are, kisses. Brenda |
marcia.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/61/marcia.txt | My wife Marcia is the sexiest woman I have ever been with. From our first encounter when we kissed for three hours she has been the center of my sexual life and fantasies. Sure, we're swingers and have some fun with others from time to time, but it is still the sex we have with each other that is the hottest... One of Marcia's treats is MFM. She loves being the center of attention and is more than able to use up everything two cocks have to offer. She is multi-orgasmic and versatile. She likes some DP cunt and ass, but really likes DP with two in the cunt. Did I mention she has great capacity in her cunt? After introducing her to fisting in our first year together it has become one of her favorite ways to get off. Many a wonderful evening has been spent with my fist in her cunt and her Hitachi vibrator beating a tattoo on her clit. Anyway, it was during one of our MFM swings that we got the ball rolling on a fantasy of ours that we never expected to live out.Both Marcia and I share all our fantasies and experiences. One night as I was fucking her doggie style I just started playing around and wiggling up on her ass and from side to side, like I had seen male dogs do. Don't ask me why, it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Well, if I tell you that I was shocked and turned on when Marcia suddenly started moaning; "Oh yea, fuck me doggy, fuck me you bad doggy!" She started cumming in buckets and so did I. Afterward we laid together and chatted as we clearly had some fantasies to share.When I was young, my brother had a female dog and she got bread by a neighborhood dog; by accident. We kept her and her litter in the cellar and sometimes I'd go down and play with the dogs. One evening as the puppies nursed I got curious about all that sucking and wondered what it would feel like on my small cock, which I was plenty curious about too. Sure enough, when I offered the tip of my tool to one of the little mutts he just latched on and started sucking for all he was worth. The sensation was overpowering. Not only was this the first sex of any kind in my life, it was a blow job of an intensity that has not been matched since. I started shaking and my cock started quivering and tingling to the point where it scared me and I stopped. As you might imagine, I was back for more a few evenings later. Over the next month I got sucked off one or three times every night, sometimes without a break in between and also started cumming a small amount. I think it was that stimulation that started my sexual awakening both physically and mentally. It was all good till their little needle like teeth started to come in, then it had to stop. Nothing like it every happened again and I had not thought about bestiality of any kind until I was in my twenties and someone showed me some porn of dogs fucking women. That was hot! I jacked off to that until the novelty wore off then just sort of forgot about it. I even owned a dog once who tried to mount a girlfriend while we were messing around but we just thought it some sort of mistake and never explored further. So much for me.When Marcia was a teen her girlfriend had a big Sheppard. She'd sleep over the girlfriend's house sometimes and since they were both going through puberty would play little sex games sometimes. She'd told me about these; how they used to put small things inside their cunts and how they would ride the arms of the big leather chair with their naked pussies. What Marcia had not told me was that she had played with Ranger's cock. After our doggy style fuck that night Marcia told me about Ranger. It started one night when she slept over her friend's house. Marcia used to sleep on a mattress on the floor and woke one night to find Ranger laying in bed beside her. She must have been dreaming... Well, here are her words as close as I can recall."I woke up and Ranger was there on the mattress. I must have been dreaming something sexual because my hand was in my pussy and it was really wet. That happened lots! My other hand was near Ranger's belly and without really thinking about it I reached for his nuts. They were furry and warm in my hand and it was fun to play with them so I started rolling them around gently. Ranger liked that and started licking my face but I pushed his head away. So after enjoying his nuts, it was just natural to reach for his cock, which up to this point, on any dog, I had only seen as a furry appendage. When I put my hand on it the shaft was hard under the fur and the pointed tip was poking out. I cupped my palm around the tip and Ranger started humping my hand. It was so erotic to be finally holding an excited cock, something I had only fantasized about. No matter that it was a dog, it was a hot, throbbing cock and I was making it feel good. Ranger started wetting my hand with a thin sticky stream from his tip. By now my fingers were all over my pussy and I was thrusting them in time to Ranger's thrust in my hand. Suddenly I was coming and had to stifle a moan. It was a surprise orgasm; pleasure just snuck up on me and overpowered me. I laid there with Ranger's warm, hard cock in my hand and my wet, swollen pussy in the other, then fell back to sleep.The next morning I woke and would have believed it all a dream if my hand was not crusty where Ranger had filled it with his juice. My cunt was aching and my nightdress was soaked, but that was nothing new. The crusty hand though... I knew I had done something terrible but also wickedly exciting.A few weeks later I was at my friend's house in the afternoon and we took Ranger for a walk. A bitch in heat had broken out of her pen and was wandering the neighborhood. Ranger got a whiff of her and dragged my friend up the street and finally got away from her. We ran screaming after Ranger and found him in someone's front yard madly fucking the bitch. He'd fuck her so fast it was a blur then stop, panting, catch his breath and start fucking again. My friend was frantic with laughter (she was a little sick, like me) and was egging Ranger on. "Fuck her Ranger," she said. To which the owner of the house who was standing behind us (we didn't see him) said; "That is no way for a young girl to talk. You get your dog off mine before I kick him in the behind!"My friend started crying; "Please don't hurt Ranger! It's your fault. Your dog is to blame. Don't hurt Ranger!" The man walked to a garden hose, turned it on and started spraying Ranger with cold water. That got Ranger off the bitch but not out of the bitch. They were stuck and stuck hard. We didn't know why, but after some more cold water Ranger's cock pulled out of the bitch and we could see why! It was huge! The cock was swollen like a water balloon and there was a big bubble of muscle at the bottom. The whole thing twitched and pulsed and long shots of goo streamed out of the tip. Much more goo than he had put in my hand. Looking at that big thing I couldn't imagine how it fit in that other dog so just watched in awe as it hung down. I couldn't help feeling really sorry for Ranger. Here he was just doing what nature intended and he got sprayed with cold water. I wanted to cuddle him and make him feel better. My friend grabbed Ranger's leash and we walked him home; well, I hung back a little so I could keep an eye on that huge cock and watch it slowly shrink down to normal. I was shaking so bad I could hardly walk. My cunt was on fire and my mind was all twisted around.The next time I stayed over night I laid in bed thinking about Ranger and getting hotter and more scared as slowly the whole house went to sleep. I had a cold pit in my stomach and a hot hole between my legs. True to form Ranger came to the mattress and lay down beside me to enjoy the warmth of my bed. There was my hand in my cunt again and it was soaking. This time I pulled the covers all off me so I could move my hand without making those little shuffling noises in the covers. There again was Ranger's cock too. Those big soft balls and that nice hard shaft. Nervously I started to stroke it again and out came that pointed tip. Only now I knew how much more of that cock there was and I wondered if I could make it grow as big and shoot those big jets of goo out of the tip. Ranger started liking my face and I raised the hand out of my cunt to push his nose away. When my hand touched his nose he licked it all over and when I moved it back to my pussy he followed it, licking all the way. Each time I pushed he just kept on licking and following the hand back to my pussy, then it dawned on me. He likes the taste of my pussy juice! Oh I was really shaking by then. I felt all weak and fluttery and thought I might pass out. This time I let Ranger follow my hand all the way into my pussy and soon his licks were all over the outside of my cunt. I opened my legs and Ranger shifted around till his snout was pressed against my mound and his tongue was slashing right up through my lips, into my hole and over my clit. He was so fast and made such a slobbering noise that I got scared my friend would wake up. We were in the same room. He also licked me so fast and so intensely that I came, then came again, then panicked and pushed him away. Holy shit! What had I done? I had real sex with a dog. Now it was not just jacking him off but oral sex and I had come. My first orgasms not with my own hands had just come from my friend's doggy. Holy shit!That wasn't the last time. Whenever I got a chance and was sure I would not get caught I'd let Ranger lick me. He'd lick so fast! He'd just go to town on my cunt whenever I let him. He'd use his teeth on my lips sometimes and that would really get me off. It was painful and kinky and so sexy to have his sharp, white teeth nip at my lips while his tongue slobbered around in my hole. After a while he'd run to greet me whenever I came over and would try to shove his nose up my crotch. He'd even jump on my back and try to mount me anytime I was on the floor. My friend used to tease me but we never talked about "dog sex." Every time I masturbated at home in bed at night I'd see Ranger fucking that bitch; slapping her in the ass so fast and hard. Driving that huge tool deep into her guts. The thought of it would make me come and come. Sometimes I'd get on my knees on the floor and shove a cucumber into my cunt and pull my cunt lips while rotating my ass backward onto the bedpost. That fat cuke would punish my cervix with each push and twang the tip of it with each rotation. In my mind I'd see Ranger humping and jumping all over the bitch's ass and imagine what amazing things his tool was doing to the inside of her hole. When I'd come the cucumber would stay in my cunt, rolling through the opening, pushing it open and closing back up as I spasmed all over it. Sometimes I'd crawl back up into bed and fall asleep on my belly with that fat thing up me while I fantasized about dogs fucking me. It was really strange to wake up dripping with my cunt stuffed full.After high school my friend and I just drifted apart and I never saw Ranger again, or had another dog to myself. But every time I saw a male dog that dog would start sniffing me and wanting to shove his nose in my crotch. For a long time I thought it was some kind of punishment for what I had done, then one day I realized it was just cause I got so wet every time a male dog was near me. They could smell me and they liked what they smelled. I've never stopped fantasizing about a doggy fucking me and tonight when you climbed up on my ass, pounded me and rocked from side to side I was suddenly back in that front yard and it was me that Ranger was fucking to beat the band while everyone watched and my friend said; "Fuck her Ranger!" Damn you made me come soooo good. I should have told you this before but it just never came up. Now you know why I love getting fucked doggy style and having you bite and pull on my cunt lips with your teeth when you eat me.Marcia was curled up in my arms while she told this story. My cock was as hard as a rock. She stroked it and her pussy while I told her my story then we fucked again like the wild animals that we are.Many times after that we'd fantasize about a dog fucking Marcia. She insisted that it was going to stay a fantasy no matter how hot it made her so we tried lots of new things to help make the fantasy more fun. One night I reached down and shoved my balls into her pussy while my cock was deep up her. Hell, if a hand would fit, so would a cock and balls. Her cunt mouth clamped tight behind my nuts and pulled on them making my strokes short and hard. The inside of her cunt pushed down hard on the head of my cock and her cervix strained to open and swallow it. We both started coming and my whole load was forced into her uterus. We stayed "tied" for some time after. My cock would not go down while her cunt was clenched around it. The sperm in her uterus made her cunt contract and spasm, almost like childbirth cramps she said. Balls and cock are a good simile for a knotted dog cock, but not the same. The size is not there and if you've ever seen a dog fuck, you know that no man could match the intensity and speed of a thrusting mutt.We found a site online with dildos in the shape of dog cocks too. Marcia had some fun with that but really needed the wild humping and thrusting, the hands gripping her sides and forcing her back, splaying her cunt onto an insatiable invader. The dildo just did not do that. Later we found another called a Vixen that could inflate. When the inflation bulb was pumped the knot would fatten up and the cock would expand and get longer. The Vixen was also colored like a real dog dick. Oh, I should have mentioned that we purchased some dog porn and although most of it was faked there were a few real dog fuckings. Marcia and I would watch those while masturbating each other then I'd stick that inflatable dog dido in her cunt and shove my cock in beside it. Pump, pump, pump, squeal, squeal, squeal and cum, cum, cum. With the inflatable dildo I could just stay tied with her for 15 minutes, tugging on the base of that fucker every now and then with encouraging words like; "he's stuck in you baby, your cunt is locked on that dog cock and will never close up after that fucking. More cuming, sometimes for me too. We had a nice little routine going that satisfied both our cravings.We swing too. Marcia loves having two men love her and she gives as good as she gets. Lots of deep, passionate kissing. Intense cock sucking and handling. Many soft moans and sighs as she pushes back onto double penetrations. Lots of grunting and gurgling as she is buffeted between two ravishing cocks; one in the cunt and one down the throat, both eager to meet in the middle and unload. I love watching her fuck and come. It all works.One of our favorite playmates is Ronnie. He is black and hung. Not all black men are hung but when one is that is sort of a fantasy come true. It sure makes Marcia wet. Ronnie has a black Labrador Retriever too; a male. He calls the dog Roscoe and pretty much kept Roscoe out of the way when we came over to his house. That all changed one weekend.Marcia and I were staying with Ronnie overnight. We planned on partying with him on Friday then going to a big swing party on Saturday. Perhaps we'd play on Saturday or maybe we'd just chill by his pool. We opted for chilling but the naked bodies were too thrilling so one thing led to another and there were Ronnie and I tying Marcia up to the patio furniture. Marcia loves bondage. We roped her up slowly starting with her hands. The chaise we had her on has a great, soft cushion on it but is made of wrought iron with lots of filigree, meaning plenty of places to attach Ronnie's collection of cuffs and straps. Her legs were wide and up, opening her ample cunt to the air. The pillows we put under her ass raised it just enough so her cunt tunnel was angled almost straight down. We blindfolded her then put on ear muffs so she could not hear us talking. Oh the mystery and suspense of it all. What were we doing? What were we planning to do? Ronnie has a nice collection of dildos so we got out some of those and took turns putting them in Marcia. We'd let go of them and just watch them wagging around like tails as her booty wiggled in pleasure. Sometimes we fucked her face a little and she sucked happily, showing us how thankful she was for the obscene pleasures we were giving her. Both Ronnie and I got down between her ass cheeks and sucked on her asshole. Although she won't do it for me, Marcia absolutely loves having her asshole sucked on and tongued. We sucked and tongued that hole until it puckered out a good half inch!Ronnie got out a new dildo called a torpedo. He told me he got it from a gay dildo place and it was made for stretched out man-holes, but it looked just right for Marcia's big cunt. It was shaped like a cucumber but much fatter at one end, perhaps like an eggplant. About 9 inches long to the base and about 3 and a half inches across at the widest part which was about 3 inches back from the tip. From there it tapered down to about two inches diameter. It sure looked like Marcia was going to love that. Ronnie explained that he had cored it out and filled it with lead balls to make it almost a pound heavier. He had a plan...I pulled open her hole and Ronnie just poured in the Maximus lubricant. When I let go of her lips the lube just oozed out of her hole and down the cushions. Man, what a sight! Ronnie took the Torpedo and held it over her hole, about two inches over the open slot. I gently massaged around her lips trying to relax her and make her open up and she did. That nice hole that had been sucking on dildos since before noon and it just gaped open for us. Ronnie gave me a wink and let that torpedo go. True to its name it penetrated Marcia's hull and kept on going, right to the engine room. She screamed at the surprise, force and depth of the penetration and her cunt clamped hard on the Torpedo trying to push it out. That fat bulge stopped her from doing that though. Every time her cunt clamped and pushed the dildo up it would stop at the bulge then when the spasm relaxed the Torpedo would drive back into her hole. Without intending to Marcia was giving herself a hell of a fucking, in bondage, and screaming out her orgasms. Ronnie was so delighted with himself that his grin went out to the ears. We took turns rubbing our cocks on her asshole and around her pussy, pushing the Torpedo back and forth. Because the Torpedo was narrow at the mouth of her cunt we could slide fingers into her pussy and asshole while it was burred to the hilt. One of us would make her crotch go crazy while the other one leisurely fucked her gurgling, groaning mouth. With his cockhead just inside her sphincter Ronnie picked up his little leather riding crop and started smacking Marcia's cunt lips and the top of the dildo. Smack! A nice red lip starts swelling. SMACK! On the top of the dildo making it lunged into her pussy. Back and forth Ronnie went, faster and faster. Marcia's screams got wilder and her cunt shook like there was an earthquake under us; "You fucking bastards! You cunt fucking shits! Do you like seeing me used like this you pricks! Oh shit your fucking my cunt all up and I'm coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Then she passed out while Ronnie emptied his balls into her asshole and my spunk just poured over her open mouth."Man, that calls for a beer," said Ronnie. We were both sweating and still rock hard from watching Marcia come. We both wanted another fuck but had to wait for Marcia to come around. She'd earned a little rest. Not thinking much of it we left her comfortably bound to the lounge and blindfolded, walked into the house and cracked two cold ones. Like a couple of High School jocks high off a win at the big game, we clinked bottles and relived the whole experience. Man, we were going to give Marcia lots more fucking before this day was out. Fifteen minutes later we headed back outside.Something was going on. Marcia was moaning. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh please stop, please stop, I just can't take anymore of that. What is that? Oh please, what is that? Aahhhhhhh fuck! I'm coming again! Ah! Ah! Fucking A, oh stop for just a minute I'll do anything just stop!" Ronnie and I looked at each other in surprise. What the fuck? Was she dreaming? Nope.When we rounded the side of the cabana there was Marcia just as we left her and there was Roscoe between her legs, licking her cunt, asshole and belly to beat the band. Marcia's muscles were tensed into knots and her neck tendons stood out like cord. Her body was shaking and the Torpedo was pumping up and down like a piston with every lick of that dog's tongue. She was so sensitive that every lick set off a spasm in her hole. Holy shit! We just stood there, paralyzed, turned on like never before watching Roscoe lick the hole right off of my wife. We reached for our dicks and wanked them to simultaneous orgasms, ending with cum dripping down our thighs.Ronnie went to Roscoe and pulled him back. "Oh thank you" panted Marcia. "OK, what will that cost me, or, what will it cost me to have you do that again? What was it? A new toy? It felt warm and wet like a real licking, only rougher and bigger. Oh let me see it and you can do that some more." All the fantasies and "doggy" play we had done and here it was happening for real, just by accident. What would I tell her? What would Marcia say when she saw the dog?Lifting one ear muff for just a moment I said; "Just lay there baby. We'll give you more but first I'm taking the torpedo out of your hole. After you start coming again we'll show you the new toy. OK? That's the deal and you really don't have any choice anyway" Marcia loves to be used and I was going to use her up right. But what a risk. What if she freaked out and got mad. I love her too much to upset her, but part of what we have is an unbridled sexuality. This was the moment to test her resolve to keep bestiality in the world of fantasy.Ronnie pulled out the Torpedo, now dripping with lube and come and piss (Marcia squirts like crazy). I gave him the nod and he let Roscoe loose. Wham! Back into that pussy he dove. He snout buried in the hole, no longer blocked by the wad of black silicone. His tongue slathered all around the deep pit, in, out around and down again. The short stubble around his muzzle rasped at Marcia's sensitive lips and ground her swollen clit under the onslaught. Fuck, she started coming almost the minute that mutt hit her muff. Her hips were bucking that cunt up into his muzzle and shaking like she was plugged into the wall socket. Roscoe bared his white teeth and took a nice nip of her left cunt lip and pulled. Marcia screamed and squirted piss all over the dogs face. Appearing to love it, Roscoe returned his attention to the hole, quickly locating the source of that nice nectar to slobber and gobble down as much as Marcia could give. Quickly, before she passed out again, I pulled off the blindfold and raised her head to face her fuck hole. Marcia's eyes bugged out and her mouth opened in soundless words. It slowly formed a wide O, then gasping for breath, Marcia came one last time and passed out. Even Roscoe's continued assault on her snatch did not rouse her so Ronnie and I put Roscoe inside, returned, and sat down next to Marcia, awaiting her revival and reaction."Back in this world darling?" I asked as she slowly opened her eyes."Unh hunh. I think so."She drew a deep breath and raised her head. "What the fuck guys? Did I dream that or did you just let a dog chew on your favorite toy?" That cracked us up and I knew it was going to be alright."Holy fucking shit Ronnie, did you teach him to do that?" Looking at me she asked; "Dear Husband, did you tell stories out of school? Did you tell Ronnie about my secret past?""No Marcia, in fact we didn't plan it." Said Ronnie. "You passed out and we went for a brew. When we came back there Roscoe was, licking all around your hole trying to figure out how to get his tongue in past that dildo. It looked so fucking hot so then we figured why not go all the way and let him have at you. Looks like he's one hell of a cunt-licker too my baby girl." Ronnie grinned that big, charming grin of his and wiped his big black cock up and down Marcia's damp slot."Look at you two. Couple of fucking big hard cocks you got watching that mutt lick me. Where is my new friend? Did he get bored with all that licking?"No Ma'am," said Ronnie. "I think Roscoe is inside pining away for you. We put him away until you came to in case you were pissed at us.""Oh I'm pissed alright. The accidental licking was one thing but you guys sure took a chance on the second round. Lucky for you it felt so fucking good and I've done that before. Now go get him, I want to watch this time."Ronnie went back inside for Roscoe, who came bounding out as soon as Ronnie opened the door. Straight to Marcia's cunt he went, slobbering and dancing all around her ass. "Like that treat doggy? Want to eat that all up? Marcia loves it when you stick that fat tongue of yours in there you nice boy. Ah, fuck, ah ah ahhhhhhh," she moaned as she came again. After that she stopped talking cause we both shoved her mouth full of cock. Several comes later, shaking her head she said; "Let me see his cock. Bring him over here. Is it sticking out? Am I turning him on? Oh I always wanted to know if a dog would get a hard-on from licking me. I've never done this in daylight before"Ronnie took hold of Roscoe and pulled his snout out of her snatch. He moved Roscoe around to the side where Marcia could see under him. "Oh nice boy! Nice boy! Look at the little pink tip all dripping and hot... Marcia knows what you've go hidden in that fur package of yours" Still bound at the wrists and ankles, Marcia could only stare. Ronnie was looking a bit incredulous and I could see the wheels turning in his head. How did Marcia know what a dog cock looked like? Who knows what he imagined Marcia had done. It was my turn to be shocked when Ronnie said; "Think so Marcia? I don't know what kind of dog dicks you've been playing with but this black lab is hung like his black master" Smiling at me, Ronnie went on... "Like to see more? I'll get the rest of it out for you my naughty little beast slut. You're not the first woman that Roscoe's had fun with. No mam, he's been lickin' and fuckin' hot woman pussy for some time. You game?"Holy shit! This was turning into a dog fuck party!Marcia just nodded slowly, eyes wide open and bulging out. I got between her legs and rested my cock between her soaking lips not knowing what was so nice a slippery around my cock, Marcia's come or Roscoe's slobber. I decided it really didn't matter as long as it felt so good. Putting my palm flat on top of my cock-shaft and cock-head I rubbed it into her trench, pushing her swollen lips all around and massaging her clit with the underside of my flare. Marcia moaned and smiled at me then returned her stare to Roscoe's equipment.Ronnie was full of surprises!He had a hold of Roscoe around the middle with one arm and the other was reaching up between Roscoe's legs from the rear. His hand was massaging and stroking Roscoe's balls and shaft, occasionally caressing the pink tip, which was now emerging as the business end of a large, very red cock. Catching my stare and look of surprise Ronnie said" Hey man, its hot. You should try it. Treat him good and he'll treat your old lady to a fucking good time. Hell, if there's no women around he'll even lick your ass and balls while you jack off"Fuck Ronnie" sputtered Marcia. "Will you do that for me? Can I see Roscoe lick your asshole? Will you make him lick my honey's asshole too? I won't lick his asshole but sometimes I stick dildos up it. Tell him honey! Tell him how much you... Ahhhhhh!" Marcia came again "Oooohhhh, tell him how much you love having that fucking hole of yours played with."Oh well, I guess if I had spilled the beans on Marcia's appetite for dog tongue she had a right to divulge my secret enjoyment of anal sex. We never told the couples we played with because we were worried they'd think I was gay. It's not like that. Loving having your asshole fucked with doesn' make want to cuddle with a guy, not by a long shot. It just makes the come pour out of your cock. Oh well.Ronnie smiled at me. "So, like getting your tight but fucked, eh buddy. You two are full of surprises and so am I. Marcia, look at Roscoe's cock. See how it sticks way out of that fury sheath? See the little squirts of juice? Here, I'm going to point his dick at you and shoot them all over your tits. Feel that? Hot, wet. Here is more baby. Some for the neck. Oh yea, a squirt for the chin and then..."I watched in awe as Ronnie directed Roscoe's pre fuck lube all around Marcia's neck and chest. Marcia clenched her lips tight and I knew that dog-come had gone as close to her mouth as she wanted. Ronnie picked up on it too and directed the hot squirts all over her stiff nipples and full breasts. A gurgling moan escaped from her throat and her cunt gyrated under my cock and hand. "Oh hell that's hot, fucking hot you jacking him off for me. Honey you know how much I love to see a cock jacked off. I love come all over me. Rub your cock on my cunt honey. And you rub that nice doggy's cock Ronnie! I love seeing you guys play with your cocks. You like stroking his cock don't you Ronnie. Oh yea, I can see. You fucking like it as much, ah, as fuckin much as I doooo... Aaarrrghhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" It was all too much for me and for Marcia. We both came."Yea man," said Ronnie. "You two just enjoy this nasty little scene and let Ronnie take you for a ride. Marcia seems to like what you were doing so let's let Roscoe have a go at that."I climbed off my wife's come soaked hole and moved aside. Ronnie brought Roscoe around to the bottom of the lounge and up between Marcia's splayed legs. "No fucking. No fucking... I-I... just not ready for that.," pleaded Marcia. She sounded a little weak and confused to me though. In his smooth, sexy voice Ronnie said; "Don't worry baby Marcia. Nothin' happenin' here you don't want to happen. We're gonna start out real slow and just shoot some of this nice slick juice on those puffy lips, then maybe we'll rub this dick around a little bit, just back and forth, slowly back and forth and all around that nice hot cunt of yours. Wait till you feel how hot this dick is, but I guess you already know about that, don't you Miss. Vixen?"While he was coaxing and teasing Marcia with his words Ronnie was slowly moving Roscoe up over Marcia's lower body. Thinking it might be sexier if she could not see what was happening, and to keep Roscoe from sticking his tongue into her face, I bent over her and kissed her deep. Marcia loves to kiss and is probably the deepest, wettest kisser in the world. I could not see what Ronnie was doing. I could feel Marcia groaning into my throat. Roscoe's two front legs were up beside Marcia's upturned belly and he was panting over my back. I had to look. I just had to see what Ronnie was doing with Roscoe between Marcia's legs.Fuck! Hot! There was Roscoe's fat, red, pointed cock resting right in the cleft of Marcia's cunt. Ronnie's black hand was flat on top of it. Marcia's cunt lips splayed open and moved as Ronnie put pressure on the dog cock, forcing it all over the top of Marcia's cleft. The pointed tip had a small hole from which regular shots of clear cum shot out and forward; right onto my neck. I didn't care. This was so fucking hot.Straining under me Marcia said; "Oohhh fucking hot. That cock is so fucking hot against my pussy. It feels like its been dipped in hot water. Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Ah, ah, ahhhhh" Marcia came with a dog cock on her cunt for the first time in her life."Ohmyfuckingcunt!" moaned Marcia. "Let me see. I want to see what you are doing. Oh let me see that hot dick on my cunt. Oh yea, oh look at it. Fucking red, pointed fat cock. Oh yea Ronnie. Rub that hot fucker all over my pussy."By now Roscoe was getting pretty worked up and was humping under Ronnie's palm. His cock slid back and forth in the wet trench of Marcia's slit. As he got a bit more forceful on the forward stroke I could see Ronnie's hand being pushed up a bit. Each time that happened Marcia would twitch and gasp. "What the fuck? Oh what-the-fuck-is-smacking-my-cunt?" gasped Marcia."That's his big fat knot baby," whispered Ronnie. "That is a big old muscle in his dick, like nothin no man ever had. When he fucks his bitch that muscle goes inside past her tight opening and the flexes up real fat inside her insides. Dog cunt is like your's baby, like when I fist your big slit. It's a little bit tight on the outside but once inside it gets nice and wide. Roscoe fucks you and he wants to drive that big knob into your hole and make you his own. Once he gets that inside you, your not going anywhere. "Roscoe's gonna take you and make drain his dick till his balls shrivel up empty. Course you won't care baby, you'll be cumming on that big ball. The rest of that dick won't be idle either you sweet fucker. That thing's gonna be deep in you, down where your cervix sits. The point's gonna find that little knob of yours, and the little hole in the middle, and just tunnel up there to fill your guts with sticky come. That's what he does baby. He MAKES you his bitch."Marcia's eyes squeezed shut tight, crinkling at the corners while the cords of her neck stuck out with the strain of her orgasm. Ronnie had pushed the base of the knot against Marcia's hole and was rolling the ball back and forth, trying to force it up her slick cunt. I watched in awe as her lips ground open around the knot. Fully half of the thing was forced into her stretched hole. If not for the big hairy balls hanging by her asshole and the swollen red dick protruding from the top of her cunt lips the big nut might have slipped right in."Aagghhhhh!" moaned Marcia as Ronnie ground Roscoe's knot into her hole and his sticky cock back and forth over he clit. As the cock rubbed from side to side I could see her fattened clit pop from one side to the other. It looked red and dripped with slick juice. I could only imagine what she was feeling and thinking. The scene made my cock burn and hurt with the intensity of the erection. Looking at Ronnie's fat black dick, I could see it had the same effect on him. A steady stream of pre-cum was dripping out his cock hole and down the thick shaft onto his balls.Marcia started bucking her hips in time to the fucking of the dog. The cock wasn't inside her cunt but they were fucking. Her intensity and non-stop orgasms were all the proof we needed to see what she was imagining. Thinking she might pass out again, Ronnie pulled the dog back just a bit. Panting, Marcia cried; "Why did you stop? You fucking bastard! Why did you stop fucking me? I was coming damn you. I was fucking coming my guts out and you fucking stopped. Oh put it back! Put it back inside you fuckers! If you want any more of that cunt for yourselves you'd better put that fucking cock back!"Panting and rotating her hips, bucking up and down, she kept up an incoherent babble of entreaties and threats."What do you say amigo" asked Ronnie? His smile told me what he wanted to do. His arm had a firm hold on Roscoe's abdomen and his other hand was wrapped around the now fully erect and bloated club of a cock that dog was sporting. "In we go old buddy? She's lookin ready to me man!"Entranced I just stared dumbly with my mouth open, trying to find words. Marcia babbled, cum dripped, a cunt was pouting and everyone was wired up to get off. Long streams of saliva poured off Roscoe's tongue. The pooled in the cup made by Marcia's tits and stomach. Slowly, Ronnie lowered the spurting red cock till the point was aimed directly at Marcia's gaping hole. The shots of dog cum just disappeared into that bottomless gap. Speechless, I slowly shook my head no. Speechless, Marcia slowly rocked her head back and forth. Was it yes or just mindless movement?Ronnie was listening to the animal heat all around us. I don't think he cared what my bug-eyed, slack jawed shaking head had to say. He was listening to the raging heartbeat in his hand, yearning with animal lust for a deep cunt to burry its seed in. He was listening to the rhythmic creaking of the lounge as Marcia humped her cunt up to meet the spurting tip. His eyes were locked on Marcia's, who looked not at the dog or her cunt or the obscene union that was about to take place, but just at Ronnie.Ronnie who held the cock that could satisfy her needs. Ronnie who could, just by relaxing his grip, fulfill 23 years of fantasies about dogs. Secret, dark, unshared and utterly erotic fantasies of bestial fucking. The wordless communication of two sexually connect beings...As Ronnie's grip relaxed Roscoe humped forward. The red cock, held and guided by Ronnie's black hand pointed ominously toward it goal. With each thrust Ronnie let it get closer to fulfilling all our needs."Oh! Oh my god! You fucks! I said no fucking and you're making me fuck it. Fucking A, ah, ah. Stick it in! Oh fuck you devil stick it in. Stick your red cock into me. Put that pitchfork up my hole." Marcia strained at her bonds, alternating between emotions. Stop then go, in then out. Her lust crazed body couldn't decide what it wanted.Slowly, Ronnie let Roscoe's cock slip into Marcia's gaping slot. The pointed tip he rolled around in circles spreading cum all over the hole while Marcia humped madly up and down against the heated probe. As the thickened shaft made contact with her fat lips the pointed head no longer popped in and out with each thrust. The squirting come was all directed deep into Marcia's belly. Deeper and deeper that cock went. Harder and harder Marcia strained at the bonds. Nothing she said was intelligible now. Nothing more than a wailing, gurgling, babbling stream of obscenities flowed from her wailing throat."That's the shaft man," gloated Ronnie. "The whole fucking shaft is up that big fucking hole of hers. Can you imagine how much juice this fucker's pumped up there already and he ain't even come yet!""Waddaya say man? Let-er go? Wanna watch this fat plug drop into that hole? Wanna see my man make your bitch his bitch? Make the call man! I can't hold him back. He's either gonna come inside or out but this fucker's gonna come buckets soon!""No!" I blurted. "Not inside. Don't let the knot inside. Hang onto it. She's in another planet right now but if she comes out of this hung up on that bal and pissed, you don't want it to be you that put it there." I don't know how I had the presence of mind to say that. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to see that ball of dog muscle disappear into my love hole and blow up like a grapefruit. Well, there was one thing. I wanted to see it happen when Marcia was not tied up, not coerced with sensation and lust. I wanted to see it happen with Marcia down on her knees, ass out, inviting. I wanted to see Marcia ask the dog for his cock and present herself to him, to become his bitch, to take his tie and then I wanted to hold her head in my hands and fuck her open throat while Roscoe poured his seed into her womb. I wanted this to be what Marcia wanted most of all but this was not the time to push the limts.Ronnie grasped Roscoe's knot and said; "OK man but you gotta help me out. I gotta come and I gotta hold this nut. Get over here and jack me off or I'm letting the dog loose."Marcia's eyes bugged as I moved to take Ronnie's fat fucker in my hand. Both hands were slick from cum and lube as was everything within a foot of the lounge chair. "Your lucky I don't make you suck me off you prick" laughed Ronnie, smiling an assurance that he was just jocking. "That's it man, it won't take much. I'm so fucking worked up. You got the hottest bitch on the planet. Oh yea, slip that fucker up and down. Aaahhhhh fucke!," yelled Ronnie as he started coming.My own cock was busy in my hand and my come mingled in the air with Ronnie's as we both spurted long strings of come in arcs onto Marcia's heaving chest. Ronnie tightened his grip on Roscoe's knot and held it steady at the opening of Marcia's humping snatch, pressing the knot against her folds, keeping the burning red pole buried deep in her cunt but not letting the full length of dog cock and knot burry inside her. Roscoe humped like crazy then held stock still, panting and drooling. His balls pumped, one side then the other, like small bellows blowing steam into an engine. His hips quivered with the intensity of his animal orgasm.Marcia gasped and stopped humping. "Holy fucking fuck inside hot inside fucking cum and hot inside meeeeeeee!!" She wailed. Her head moved to look at her split cunt, filled with dock cock and filling with dog cum. It snapped to the side to look at Ronnie and I, me holding both our cocks, stroking them down as we continued to drip come, Ronnie, holding his dog's quivering cock as it pulsed come into her hole. She opened her mouth as if to speak. It looked like she was trying to say; "I love you," then she passed out.Ronnie pulled Roscoe away from Marcia and set him free to go off an clean his cock. Lucky dog! I let go of Ronnie's cock and he said "Thanks man." To which I grinned and replied, "Anytime old friend." Marcia lay on the lounge still bound to the chair. Her lax body remained propped up at the hips, holding her ample cunt up vertically like a well. Deep in that well was a lot of liquid. Ronnie and I each put a finger on one side of the opening and slowly pulled. Down in the bottom of that pink cavern we could see a puddle of with spunk. Floating in the puddle was Marcia's cervix, the slit in the tip still tightly closed. I knew if Roscoe had his way that small slit would be gaping and gurgling out bubbles of his come. Insanely both Ronnie and I started to get turned on again. Simultaneously we stroked our cocks back to life."You wanna man?" I asked."Sure Dude" said Ronnie. "You first man, you're the husband.""No way" I insisted, "I'll take the caboose."Marcia never stirred as Ronnie sank his length into her hole. Her eyes never fluttered when his fat cock caused rivulets of dog come to bubble madly back up her channel and over her battered cunt lips. Not a peep did she make as Ronnie dumped another load of come in there.Marcia looked so peaceful as I mounted her. My cock felt the burning heat of all the cock and come that had been in her pussy. Still not in this world, Marcia's soft walls pulsed with a life of their own. Is there is cock inside me" those walls seemed to ask? If there is a cock inside me then I'll milk it. I'll work it and gain its nectar. Her cunt is just amazing. As I looked at Marcia's dreaming face and felt connection of our deep love, I unloaded, groaning, mixing my sperms to swim and battle among those of man and beast.Slowly we unbound Marcia, cleaned everything but her hot pussy and covered her with a soft towel. Ronnie and I got a couple of beers, laid back in the other lounges and fell asleep. We never did make that party.Chapter TwoWe'd crossed the line. Marcia did not say so, we didn't talk about it after we left Ronnie's place, but you could tell something had changed. Marcia was more wonton than usual. She wore shorter dresses and no panties in places she would have been a bit more conservative just a month before. Several times dogs caught her scent and nosed her crotch as she stood slightly spread legged. She would not stop them but would momentarily pretend not to notice, then would squeal a little and say; "Oh you naughty doggy" and look the owner right in the eye with a wicked stare. Although she never asked for it, I knew she wanted to be fucked doggy style every time we hit the mattress. Often after I'd come and pulled out she'd stay on her knees, shoulders low and submissive, humping her ass upward, presenting herself. I'd know and get the special toys. The Vixen dildo with the inflatable knot... First the lube, lots of it, would be spread all around the gaping hole Marcia presented to her fantasy lover. Dripping with slick sauce her cunt just begged for filling. Around and around the opening I'd swirl the pointed tip. Slip inside, fall out, slide up the crack of her ass, fall under and rub in her gash, missing, always missing that fuckhole. Teasing, unable to find its goal, then suddenly, whoosh! Deep inside it would go until the pointed tip made contact with the inner hole; the small one in her cervix. Pump, pump, pump would go the bulb, inflating the bulb-knot and sealing the fake dog-cock into her pussy. Groaning she'd hump up at the intruder, whimpering and mewing her approval and submission. As the bulb pumped to full capacity, stretching the walls of her cunt to their final dimension, the pointed tip would extend, probe and then part the opening to her cervix. She'd groan and I'd know that the tip was inside. Marcia had explained that when her cervix is invaded it causes a sort of cramping deep in her sex organs. The cramps set off spasms of contraction that forced her cervix to descend down her cuntal channel and become forced further onto the red spike. Each contraction forces more of the taper into her womb and each forceful entry causes a deeper contraction. It was during this cycle of uncontrollable self-fucking that her cunt would strain against the swollen knot and forced her thick lips and entire cunt to bulge outward. A small trickle of excess juice burbled around the stretched hole. Bulge, relax, groan, contract, drip, bulge, moan, whimper, quiver, on and on with the force of the inflated ball and the contractions, her lips stretched obscenely thin by with the strain of retaining that bulbous object. The sight of Marcia insanely impaled on the bestial dildo made my cock painfully erect. My balls ache with tension and smooth precum moistens the angry red hole in the swollen purple head of my cock.Marcia would pant, and sometime babble about dogs fucking her, about come searing the inside of her womb, about being a good bitch. All the while her body would be racked with orgasms. I'd have to put an adult protective pad under he cunt for with each spasm of orgasm her bladder would loosen and project a stream of hot piss downward. She'd just hang there, suspended by her fantasies on the impossibly large knot of a dog dildo, contracting and fucking her cervix open involuntarily, coming in waves and slowly passing into oblivion.Once the contractions started I'd smother my face in her asshole. That pink pucker would be pushed outward from the pressure in her groin. Pulsing in time to the contractions in her gut it would blossom like a pink rose. Sucking on it I could make it swell further out from its warm cave. Sucking and pushing my tongue inside I could feel the texture of her anal canal and taste the musk of her sex. Marcia loved anilingual attention so would moan and thrust her hole back for me to open further. I've always loved Marcia's ass, so round and full. She's a skinny girl with a booty. Every man we know lusts after her ass. At the center of those incredible globes is the sweetest pucker on the planet. Just putting my face into her cleft gets me rock hard. The sensation of my tongue swirling over the soft wrinkles inflames me; Marcia too. As I eat her ass she'll come and drip. Inside that pucker is a soft, warm and wet hole that blossoms for my probing. Marcia occasionally enjoys getting a cock up that passage, but she always goes nuts for a warm tongue buried in her bung hole. Fucking turns me on like nothing else too!As I mouth that wet hole her soft, small hand collects juice from her dripping cunt and spreads it on my cock encircling and stroking the beast until it unloaded for her. After I finished sucking and laving her pucker, fully one inch of her inner ass would be hanging out of the hole, dripping with my saliva. Sometimes I'd leave the Vixen inside her. Laying her face down on the bed with that fat bulb lodged inside, forcing her cunt lips to swell out. She'd moan and dream. Once after a long and strenuous session of fucking and dildoing she slept till morning in that dream-drugged state, waking to a sore and aching cunt. When I helped her remove the swollen bulb the hole just exploded. It had been juicing all night long, unable to expend a drop due to the large ball in her socket. She told me she was exhausted and that she had been dreaming non-stop about being a captive of a man-dog who knotted and made her his bitch. She half woke several times to the contractions of her inner sex organs. By morning her cervix was loose and fully opened, allowing her to enjoy the engorged taper lodged deep into her womb. Pulling open her cunt I examined the depths and was greeted by an angry, swollen cervix with a loose hole where once a small slit had been. Ooze drizzled from the ragged opening.Marcia was deep into the fantasy of bestiality now...***I was headed out to camp for the weekend. It was an annual ritual to open the camp each spring with a guys weekend of fishing and hard work. In May the bugs can be bad and its always cold so this was never a trip Marcia made. After our wild weekend with Ronnie and Roscoe, Ronnie and I had become good friends as well. Opening our fantasies to each other had opened other lines of communication as well. On the spur of the moment I decided to invite Ronnie to camp with me."Love to man! That sounds like fun." He responded. "Trouble is I can't leave Roscoe here for a weekend alone and it's too late to line up the doggie daycare"We were discussing the pros and cons of bringing Roscoe along; the danger of the cold water, the chance he'd run off into the big woods and get lost, when Marcia suggested that she could watch him for the weekend."Fantastic!" exclaimed Ronnie. "Tell her to stay over here OK? Roscoe will be nothing but trouble in a strange place without me. He'll be whining and trying to find me. Might even run off looking for home!""OK" Marcia agreed. "It's just warm enough that I can lounge out by the pool at Ronnie's and get a jumpstart on my tan"With Roscoe's care ensured, the plans were made. Friday after work Ronnie and I headed for the cabin. Marcia planned on getting over to Ronnie's place around 8AM in time for Roscoe's romp through the neighborhood. Throughout the drive Ronnie and I talked about business, the chance for some fishing after the work was done and general bullshit. Sex never came up as we motored North.Saturday morning arrived early. Ronnie and I motored out on the lake to troll for some early trout. Quick success had us back at the shoreline (we still had to put out the dock) just as the sun rose over the mountains. The whole day was a hustle of cleaning and construction as we put the camp back in order. When dinnertime arrived we were both ready to suck down some beer, eat some grilled trout and kick back.Relaxing in front of a nice fire after dinner, Ronnie asked; "So man, what do you think Marcia's day was like? Hmm... I'm wondering what her evening is like right now too!""Oh Ronnie my friend" I sighed. "Ever the bad boy you are! What makes you think Marcia is up to anything? She's not going to drop on her knees for that mutt of yours without us around, and anyhow, I don't think she's that interested in going that way again." For real that is. I didn't tell Ronnie about Marcia's fantasies or our wild fantasy sex. I figured those were Marcia's business and she likely never let them out of the bag.Ronnie smiled... "Tell you what bro. Why don't you put your ass where your mouth is. What if I could show you what Marcia's been doing all day? What if I'm right? You confident enough to put your ass up as collateral?""What the fuck Ronnie?" I smiled and laughed. "You serious?""Yup. That time we had all the hot play with Roscoe, Marcia let it out that you like your ass fucked with. Well, I been back there on a guy before and its no big deal. We're here all alone and I might be happy to have some tight ass after a hard day's work. Tell you what. You make the bet. I win, I get your ass. You win, you get ass or mouth or nothing but the bragging rights; your choice.""What if I make the bet Ronnie, how are we going to know? Marcia's not going to pick up the phone and tell us if we call""Brother, make the bet. If I can't prove what's going on at my crib beyond a doubt then the bets off. If I can, you got to stick to your side and I'll stick to mine."Not sure of myself and feeling a little flustered I muttered; "OK" Man, this was strange. Sure, I loved having Marcia fuck with my ass and we had a nice collection of toys, but Ronnie? I suppose I'd wondered what it was like to be fucked by a cock and Ronnie surely had the right equipment but hey, this was way over the top!"OK man; said Ronnie, "I've got my laptop in my bag. I see you've got cable here and it's on. You've got internet too cause I know you keep up with work when you're up here. My laptop has a video remote and can run video to that nice big screen TV or yours too! Well Ronnie's got a surprise for you amigo. You don't know exactly what my business is so I'm gonna tell you. I build surveillance systems for secure sites. Got my security clearance and all from my military days. For fun I experiment with the stuff at home so my house is all wired up. Yea, that's right my friend, I've got video of all sorts of things but don't worry, I don't share. "Well, the camera's are already everywhere on my property but just last week I put in some new software on the computers that run the system. It's called Auto-Editor. To save the time of reviewing hundreds of hours of video to see if what you are interested is on it you just set some image keys in the software and the Auto-Editor does the rest. I took some images of Marcia and Roscoe and tagged those then some images of those two together, lickin' and stickin' as they were..." Ronnie grinned a huge grin and continued; "So let's see, bout 9PM now? That's 13 hours in the house alone with Roscoe. I'm gonna predict she didn't wait till lunch to have some of my best friend. He probably had her for lunch! Ha ha! Anyway, we can log into my system and stream down video. We won't have to watch nothing but footage with Marcia and Rosco in the same frame. We can even skip everything except where Marcia's showin' some ass. Software's pretty good at this. OK bro? Get ready to bug out those eyes and pay up?"I was getting a little tired of Ronnie's gloating and trash talk. What the fuck. I was sure Marcia wouldn't go it alone and perhaps I'd just fuck Ronnie's ass hard the way Marcia likes it. He deserved a dressing down, "Fuck yes Ronnie boy. Roll the video and grease up your ass cause I'm gonna win this bet."Ronnie logged in and typed in a series of long passwords. A list showed up on the screen and Ronnie told me that was every clip with Roscoe and Marcia in it. Ronnie hit the "Play All" icon and settled back on the couch. The video rolled and I felt myself getting stiff just from the naughtiness of the spying we were doing, and what we might see."Oh Roscoe! Calm down right this instant!" Marcia sternly commanded. They were in Ronnie's front entrance and Marcia had obviously just stepped in the door with her bags. Roscoe stopped his barking and jumping and settled down at Marcia's side, panting and cocking his head."You are well behaved, aren't you Roscoe? Well you'd better be. No funny stuff mister or you won't get your walk and food. No sir. You behave me or you'll be one sorry doggy!Marcia surprised herself at how assertive she was with Roscoe. It was pleasing too! What fun to order such a powerful animal around. She was sure he understood because he stayed by her side, silent and attentive, while she put her bags in the guest room. Heading out the back slider Marcia found Roscoe's leash and a note from Ronnie."Marcia, Roscoe's food is all in the pantry on the top shelf. There is a stool in there if you need it. Feed him twice, walk him as much as you want and enjoy yourself in my home. I appreciate having company for Roscoe and I'm sure he'll show you gratitude in any way you want. :) Ronnie."Marcia blushed! "Jesus he's got a one tracker" she said aloud. "Imagine that Roscoe." She said, turning to address the dog; "Your naughty master thinks this weekend is going to be an orgy for you. Well, don't get your hopes up."The film cut to the next scene which must have been just as Marcia and Roscoe returned from the walk. Marcia's T shirt was soaked with sweat and she was panting as much as Roscoe. Leaving Roscoe to his water and food, Marcia left the room.Cut to the kitchen. Marcia had the coffee pot in her hand as Roscoe came sniffing around, checking every corner for lost scraps of food. Leaning over the center island Marcia watched Roscoe's investigation. Her hair was wet and the white robe she wore was open at the top, loosely tied at the waist. Marcia's attention was drawn to the magazine on the counter in front of her. Forgotten for the moment was Roscoe and his sensitive nose.Sniff, sniff in the corner. Sniff, sniff around the center island. Sniff, sniff behind Marcia then stiff as a statue Roscoe stopped, nosing the air, testing it.."And so it begins," piped up Ronnie. "He's got the scent now. Since he's sniffing something nice she must be leaking something nice. What could make your old lady wet little buddy? What do you suppose she's been thinking?""Not so fast Ronnie," I answered. "She's been 100% opposed so far. You saw how she handled that pooch"On the screen, things were happening fast."Nnnngggghhhhh! Ohh, ohh, uunnngggghhhh shit!" Marcia's legs nearly gave out and she fell forward on the counter, gripping the sides with tendon popping fingers. "Fuck you naughty fucking dog! Get your fucking nose out of my cunt! Arrgghh!"Marcia's face was flushing and her robe was slipping down off her shoulders. Roscoe's head was planted firmly under the robe bobbing between her buttocks. The camera could not penetrate the fabric of the robe, but our imaginations could. There was a long, rough tongue deep in a crack. Sultry swipes grazed damp lips and drew them backward in a sucking slurp. Repeated slashes of that tongue caused legs to buckle, hips to roll forward and a hole to blossom open. Each exploratory probe confirming what Roscoe knew. It was time to take what he wanted. "Fucking stop Roscoe" yelled Marcia as she hopped onto the counter. The robe fell to the floor leaving Marcia naked. Roscoe sat obediently, head bowed, tongue lolling out. Panting as she did, Marcia scolded him; "Roscoe, that's just naughty. You wait till you're invited before you tongue-fuck a girl! Jesus you're a forward one! Don't give a woman any warning at all. Just drill that magic tongue of yours right up her cunt while she's having her coffee and gossip! Damn me for getting hot looking at Richard Geere. Smell that did you? Well, that's not for you, even if you did make me come by surprise. Now sit down, no, lay down. Down! You stay!"Marcia bent to get her robe keeping her backside pointed away from Roscoe. "Don't trust you one bit you bad boy" she said.Gloating, I looked over at Ronnie. He had his dick out already and was stroking it. "Don't get any ideas pal," I said. "Roscoe ambushed her and she put an end to that. I'm winning here and by the time we're done you'll be jacking off that cock with a dick up your ass!""Lots more time friend. Lots more time and lots more video. Must be another 15 clips there. Doubt she left the house all day. Some of them are long ones too. I think you should pull out your cock and enjoy yourself, perhaps get that ass greased up for me too." Laughed Ronie. Another clip came on the screen.Marcia and Roscoe by the pool. Nothing happening. Ronnie fast forwarded it so we wouldn't have to watch 2 hours of Marcia and Roscoe sleeping in the sun.Marcia returning to the chaise. Must have got up to use the bathroom or get a drink. Yup, a drink. More fast forward.Another drink. Hmm, not water either. Looks like two drinks in the sunshine. Nice relaxing afternoon.Here comes Marcia again. Another drink and... What? Marcia's got some toys. There's her vibrator, some lube and son of a gun, there's Ronnie's Torpedo and a few straps from his collection.Marcia, naked, started setting up. Two stirrups hooked into the chaise above her head. OK, so she's going to put her feet up and open up for us. A pillow under her ass to raise and open her sweet cunt. Lots of lube to slick up the lips and drip in the hole. Buzzzzzz... Ahhh, Buzzzz... Ohhhhh. Two nice little orgasms to warm everything up."Oh fuck yea" moaned Marcia. "I fucking love to masturbate. Fuck that cunty you bad girl. Yea, you know you love to fuck it. Just you and that nice hot hole, those fat lose lips, that swollen bud, all of it nice and slick, dripping with lube and cunt-juice. All of it tingling and sensitive. Oh yea I love fucking you, you sweet little pussy. What does pussy want now? Ronnie's toy? Oh you liked that toy, didn't you? Yes you did you little slut. You like being stuffed full, not being able to spit it out, fucking yourself over and over as you try. Well, here you go you bitch hole. I'm gonna drop this fucker in you and watch you fuck me till I come!"Marcia raised the Torpedo over her cunt. She slowly lowered the tip into her hole, swirling it around to scoop up juice. Lower, raise, lower, raise, each trip into her cunt a bit deeper than the previous.Ronnie and I were both engrossed. What a fucking hot treat to watch Marcia privately masturbating. Both our cocks were rock hard in our hands. Stroke, stroke, squeeze, stroke, stroke, over and over we kept time to Marcia's ministrations.Here you go you naughty slut" whispered Marcia. "Look up you cunt. See that Torpedo hanging over you? Oh yea, that's about a foot up. Should really hit you hard you fucking cock-bucket." And with that Marcia let the Torpedo go. Down it plunged, smacking the lips of her cunt, centered perfectly on the hole, driving with the force of gravity and the pound of lead Ronnie had embedded in its core."FUCK ME!!" Screamed Marcia. Her cunt recoiled at the blow then sprang outward to clasp the slimming neck of the dildo. The fat ball had punched right though her circling lips and deep into her hole. You could feel the smack of rubber against cervix just watching how Marcia's body protested at the invasion. The driving penetration set off contractions. In, out, up down, fuck, push, grasp, push, squirt, fuck..."Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck oh oh, cunt, you fucking cunt, fuck it, fuck it oooohhhhhhhiiieee!" Marica wailed out her orgasm, let loose a stream of "squirt" and half fainted into a bliss-out. The Torpedo continued to slowly pulse in her hole betraying the ongoing spasms deep within. Juice bubbled around the opening and dripped between her supple buns, onto the chaise, through the webbing and onto the deck. As Marcia lay there, enjoying the afterglow, a wary dog surreptitiously licked at the drips beneath the lounge chair."Get your ass ready Ronnie boy. Watching that shit got me all fucking stiff and hot. I'm so fucking horny I'm even ready to try some man-cunt now""Slow down bud" grunted Ronnie, still pulling at his substantial cock. "The show ain't over till the fucked lady sings. There's still footage we ain't seen yet.Marcia reached out for her vibrator. "Let's see if we can get this onto Ms. Clitty with the fat fucker inside, shall we? Yea, that would be a fucking good come." Bzzzzzzzz. "Ah fuck! Ooohh that's fucking sensitive. Yea, there you go bad girl. Play with that clitty while you fuck that nasty toy. Big fucking heavy nasty fat fucker bouncing up against the vibrator. Fucking vibrations driving right down into that naughty cervix, all over that big fucking clit! Of fuck yea, fuck me you bastards. You fucking slutfucker. Fucking wetting all over the place. Ahhrrgghh, shit that's fucking good."Marcia was so vocal when we fucked but it was nothing compared to how she carried on alone. This video spy game was hot!"Oh shit, oh fuck, you got that big blunt knob pressed into my fucking womb! It won't go in. No that big fucker won't go in. You gotta give me a pointy tip and a firm fucking grip if you want to fuck my cervix. Yaahhh, a fucking pointy, red, fucking dripping, nasty hot tiiipppp!"Marcia's hips gyrated under the vibrator and the weight of her wild fantasies. The torpedo fucked, the vibrator buzzed, come dripped sloppily down the crack of her ass and a dog greedily lapped at the stringy mess under the chair. As we listened to Marcia rant about pointed red cock I knew that Ronnie sure knew now that Marcia was turned on by the fantasy of doggy play. Watching Marcia come was too much for us both. My own orgasm came on like gangbusters and suddenly thick juice was spurting up my hard belly into the hair on my chest. I could smell the tangy perfume of man-spunk under my nose. Next to me on the couch Ronnie was grunting and pulling on his fuck pole as the heavy bag under it unloaded streamers of hot white spunk onto his dark skin. On the screen, we could see Marcia, the vibrator laying on the chaise beside her and Roscoe happily collecting drippings from under the chaise.Ronnie hit stop. "Fuck man, I need another beer, a burger and a break. I'll bet there is more to come and I ain't given up on your ass yet either"Grinning broadly, I said; "I'll second that friend, on both counts!"***An hour later Ronnie and I were back at it. The video glowed in front of us with it life-sized image of Marcia languishing on a couch in Ronnie's pool cabana. Nope, it was the chaise and apparently Marcia had moved it inside. Here feet were back in the stirrups and a pillow was under her ass; the effect was to place her pussy straight up in the air, the hairless slit horizontal and the willing hole a vertical shaft open to the depths of her sexual well."Wonder why she's gone inside?" Ronnie slyly asked. "Think she's planning some fun she don't want to take a chance on anyone seeing?""Could be old buddy, could be," I replied. "Hand me the tube of Vaseline cause I'm getting ready to stroke it again."Taking a large dollop for himself, Ronnie handed the tube to me. Sitting side by side on the couch I had a great view of Ronnie's hard stomach, strong limbs and muscular cock. The beer had loosened me up a bit and I was getting turned on as much by Ronnie's great body as by the scene on the screen.From the opposite side of the chaise Marcia retrieved her toy du-jour; the VIXEN! Oh goodness, it wasn't looking good for my winning the bet now! Ronnie squinted at the screen for a moment then a broad smile covered his face. He nudged me and murmured, "Cute toy dude. What's that supposed to be"Well, what the fuck was it supposed to be I thought. A fucking dog dildo is what; as if you could not see that. There it was, dangling over Marcia's upturned hole; long pointy pale red shaft with a pale, bulbous knob 5 inches behind that, another four inches of shaft and a big round grab-handle at the base; it's a fucking dog-cock dildo I wanted to blurt out. Instead I just panted and got rock hard."Hmmm, my favorite little poochie. Are you going to play with me poochie? Gonna slide up my soaking hole and poke all the naughty things inside? Maybe stick that pointy little tip into my secret cunt hole, deep in the bottom of my bad pussy?" Marcia babbled away, talking to her favorite toy as she swirled the pointed red tip around the opening of her snatch."Ooohhhhh... Swirl that hole open. You know how baby, just play with it, tease it, rim those lips and just inside. She'll just droop open for you. Oh yea, I can feel it. Cunt muscles all loose, dropping down to make a deep passage for you, yawning wide to take your nice fat knot. Oh yea. Here. Like this baby, stroke it in and bang your sweet clitty lover with that ball"Marcia started moving the hot red shaft in and out of her hole. Each time just a bit deeper. She had the shaft angled 45 degrees toward her buttock so that pointed tip would scrap along the bottom of her cunt channel. Her cunt is so sensitive there. Deeper she went till the fat knot smacked her clit."Ommpphhh! Fuck yea, fuck that clitty. Pump, pump, oh fuck I love banging that knot against my button. Oh yea, just like Roscoe's gonna do. Oh yea you naughty boy. I know you're under there licking up my cunt drippings. And that's where your gonna stay until I give you permission to do more, if I do. Ungh, ungh, yea fuck, ahhhhh..."Marcia had her first orgasm (of this session) as she bounced that rubber knot off her clit. The pointed tip at the end of that rigid shat digging deep against the thin membrane between her cunt and colon didn't hurt either. I had to slow down on my own stroking and I watched as Ronnie slowed noticeably, almost to a stop, as Marcia came for us."She's tough to hold back from ain't she old buddy?" I asked Ronnie."Oh man, you said it. I've watched my share of porn, but there's nothing out there that matches watching your woman fuck.""Yea, and I'm getting hot watching us jack off too," I admitted. "Marcia always loves watching guys jack it off and I'm beginning to understand why. Watching your body get all tense and the head of your cock swell so much it almost shines is a turn on. I've always like looking at my own cock and body, so why not yours' I guess.""Welcome to the club man," exclaimed Ronnie with a smile. "Nothin' wrong with enjoying sex no matter what. You get turned on with watching Marcia get dogged. I saw what that did to you. Me to! If you can get off watching Marcia fuck a dog, why can't you enjoy watching us jack off? If Marcia can enjoy sex with a dog why can't we enjoy sex with each other? I mean hey, what is "weird" anyway?"While Ronnie's talk made me nervous, the talk and the beer were relaxing also. Yea, what the fuck. Whatever makes you comes gotta be OK; right? Wonder what Marcia would say. No, I now what she'd say. She's asked me to do it for years. Every time we fuck around with dildos in my ass she asks if I'd like a real cock back there. Every time I jack of slow and sexy for her she asks; "Come on honey, what's the harm? I want to watch you get fucked. I want to watch you sweat and groan with pleasure as your hole gets used by a stiff cock..." Yea, I know what Marcia would say."OK Ronnie. I said, voice shaking" For now, we just keep on stroking our own bones, but set up your little video camera in case it gets further along. Marcia's gonna want to watch this. She'd never forgive me if I took one in the ass for the first time and didn't let her see it."Just as Ronnie got settled back down on the couch Marcia started up again."Time for a nice knotting, don't you think my horny little cunty? Oh baby, you know how much you want it." She was rolling the ball of the artificial knot all round the mouth of her hole. Juice gushed up and around the slick knob. Marcia placed her palm on the grab-handle knob at the base of the Vixen and started to push. The knot was fat so it was obvious she had pumped it up a bit. I couldn't tell how much, but when I pumped her with the Vixen she could only take 12 to 14 pumps; a knot as big as my fist. Both Ronnie and I groaned with Marcia as the large ball stretched her lips open, hung up in the tight sphincter of her cunt opening then snapped inside as the muscles resisting penetration caught hold of the back side a pulled the knot in."Oh fucking good baby! That feels so fucking wonderful!" Nice fat ball lodged in my hole, nasty, pointy tip trying to find my secret cunt, ohh, so nice."Ronnie reached over and grabbed my wrist. "Here man, you work mine and I'll do the same." Funny I didn't resist at all as he wrapped his strong mitt around my cock. It just seemed natural to take hold of his shaft, test the slickness of the Vaseline-coated pole and ride it up to the swollen knob, giving a tight squeeze at the top to force the head into my palm. It was just like working my own fuck pole, only different. Definitely bigger, but different because we weren't in synch. For the first time I was stroking cock and not feeling the strokes. I was getting strokes but not delivering the motions. It was like being displaced, out of phase, and it was very hot!We languidly stroked each other's cocks as Marcia made adjustments on the chaise. What was she up to now? With the Vixen lodged in her hole she reached over and bound her left wrist to a strap on the armrest. Picking up a string with a small black ball on it she placed the ball in her mouth, behind her teeth. The other end of the string was attached to the right hand restraint. Taking the inflation bulb firmly in her right hand she placed her wrist in a strap on the right armrest then closed the Velcro strap firmly onto it by pressing down with her thigh."Mmffff. A little bondage for you pussy? Is that what you crave?" Marcia words were a little distorted because of the tiny ball in her mouth and the string dangling from it. "All tied up while the naughty master fills your cunt to the bursting point."Pump, pump, pump, pump"Ohhhh yessss! Nice and tight now. Eight pumps and eight to go you naughty cunt. That's right bitch, your taking 16 pumps tonight and that fat fucker's not coming out till your womb is fucked like jello. Feel it? Fell that tip searching for someplace to go. Have you got a secret cunt down there? Have you got a place to hide the tip of that dog cock where nobody can find it?"Pump, pump, pump, pump"Aaaahhhhhfucking shit!" Sweat broke on Marcia's brown as she delivered the twelfth pump to the fat knot in her guts. Her cunt was bulging up and out from the pressure while the protruding shaft and grab-ball shook in time to her inner spasms."Ah, ah, ah, ungh" Marcia drew her breath in ragged gasps, Ronnie squeezed tighter on my cock and I took it as a clue to do the same to his."Tell me man, what's she doing with that thing? What's happening inside that cunt?" asked Ronnie."The ball is pretty big now. Twelve pumps is usually her limit. By now it is almost as big around and long as my fist so add that 4 inches to the five on the shaft, which also swells a bit, and she's packing a nine inch spike up that hole. That's more cunt than she has so the tip is searching for a place to go, and her cunt is searching for a way to relieve the strain. "Watch close man, the pointed tip is going to find her cervix, that's what all the pulsing is about. Her "secret cunt," the opening to her cervix, is searching for the tip so it can relive the pressure. When the two join up it goes in all in a rush and Marcia will come; maybe piss too.""Fucking hot man. Your bitch is so fucking hot" whispered Ronnie. "Now ease up on my stick there amigo, I don't want to blow yet" I did and so did he. We were both getting close."Unnnnggghhh! Aaahh..." With each breath Marcia let out a long sighing moan. The cords of her arm muscles were straining in the bounds and her feet, secured in the stirrups were pulling the straps taught. Her belly, firm and beautiful was contracting in spasms you could see rippling up and down her torso."Owwwwwwwwwww! Oh, owwww. Anngghhh. Oh please go in, just go in oh fuck in there, YES, FUCK! AAAAAAA! Ohhhh, Oohhhh, Ooooohhhh!" Wailed Marcia as the tip struck home and bored a hole into her womb. Before she could fall into a mind numbing come Marcia clenched the inflation bulb again!Pump, pump... pump, pump! PUMP!Marcia's face turned bright scarlet as she let out a wail of pleasure while simultaneously gasping for breath. The lips of her cunt bulged obscenely out from the pressure within as her stomach muscles contracted and released in waves of orgasmic release. "Holy fucking shit!" I almost shouted as I grabbed Ronnie's hand to stop him from pulling my cock off, and from making me cum. From experience I knew what was happening inside that pussy. With 17 pumps in the bulb her cunt hole was over expanded. The width of the Vixen's knot would be much larger than my fist. Her cunt, now pulled wide as possible inside would not be as deep. Pulled into the shape of a ball from its normal tubular dimensions, the cervix, already penetrated by the tip of the Vixen's red shaft would be impaled on the quivering spike.The contractions of her cunt and womb would be fucking the simulated dog's cock deeply into her womb. Her cervix was distended into a second cunt, a second fuck tube eager for stretching and fucking, and man! She was getting it."What the fuck?" said Ronnie as we watched Marcia huff and grunt to in time with the contractions..."I know she loves to masturbate man, but until you put your little spy-cam on her I've never been able to watch her alone" I confessed. "That fuck-slut is out of control when she fucks herself""I can dig that," chuckled Ronnie. "I get pretty wicked up when I do myself. Been to some pretty wild places in my own head if you know what I mean man""Ooohhh yesss!" Marcia hissed as she let go a stream of piss. It exploded from the mouth of her urethra, now pouting up from her bloated cunt. I could only imagine the pressure on her bladder and how much force it took to push that juice up that compressed tube. The stream shot straight up about 3 feet and arced down almost vertically to soak the quivering globes of her succulent ass. Roscoe was out from under the chair in a flash.Marcia saw Roscoe as his paws landed to either side of her upturned ass. "Fuck yes you fucking sexy mutt," she panted. "Suck up all that nice necter. Eat it all up. I can't move, can it. I can't get away from your big rough tongue... ahhhhhhhh, ooommpphhh, fuck, fucking lick!" Roscoe not wasting a moment had his tongue working roughly up Marcia's ass cheeks, over the junction of her thigh and buttock, back into the steaming crack of her ass, swiping great laps over her asshole and laving the distended lips of her swollen cunt."My asshole, fucking suck my asshole baby and I'll give you more treats, ohh please, suck my fucking asshole" Marcia implored.On cue, Roscoe's tongue found the source of a wonderful aroma. The swelling knot in Marcia's cunt forced her ass tube to pucker out obscenely like the center of a ripe melon. The crinkled ring was fully an inch out past the usually tight pucker, fully as far as I'd ever been able to suck it out of her. Roscoe's tongue burned into the opening and disappeared."Oh fucking hell yea! Oh fuck that ass-cunt. Stick your tongue way up my ass you sexy fucker. Drill my shitter out and I'll cum for you. I'll fucking cum RIGHT NOW!" she gasped as another jet of liquid spurted from her ravaged piss hole to arc back into onto Roscoe's burrowing snout.Roscoe's tongue snapped out of Marcia's puckered asshole and laved up the stream, then jetted back into the depths for more of the wonderful treat lining her humid chute. That tongue went deep! Fully five inches of persistent tongue explored her drenched asshole with every swipe. In, out, in out over and over. With each plunge of that pink rasp into her ass Marcia gasped and strained at her bonds. Small spurts of piss dribbled out just below her fat clit. The Vixen quivered in her hole, the grab-handle rocking back and forth in time with the contractions of her womb. Hyperventilating, Marcia was in a state of none stop orgasm...Ronnie and I both had slick juice leaking out our piss holes. Both of us sat speechless, side by side on the couch, motionless hands holding throbbing cocks, not wanting to stroke or even release them for fear that any stimulation would push the cock over the edge. This show wasn't over...Marcia huffed; "Ahh, ahh, ahhh!" and got control of her breathing, finally able to coax the dog. "Up boy, suck the clitty, come on, up boy, make love to Marcia. I'm all tied up. Don't you see that my naughty husband left me this way just for you? Oh yes, he did, he tied me up and stuck this naughty fat toy in my cunt and left me here just for you to find and fuck. Don't you want to fuck Marcia good boy? "Oh I know you do and I want to fuck you too but you can't. My fucking hole is stuffed so full of fucking fake dog cock that nothing else is going in there but you can lick all around. Won't you just lick all around and maybe just lick that fat clitty. Oh look at the clitty. See it sticking up? See how much it wants to feel your hot, wet, raspy tongue? I might not be able to take it honey. I might just scream if you lick it. I might just faint. What if I faint you naughty doggy? Would you pull that toy out of my cunt and fuck your fat cock into me before my nasty husband got back to stop you? Oh wouldn't that be hot you fucker.""Oh yes, lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it!" wailed Marcia as Roscoe's soaking tongue, fresh from washing her asshole out suddenly made contact with her clit as it took a long swiping lick around the base of the Vixen."Oh you good baby. Oh fuck yesss! You're going to make Marcia pass out and I just know you're going to fuck me. Yea, Ronnie put the pump in my hand as he left. He's the best master isn't he baby? He wants his Roscoe to get some stretched cunt so he put this little valve right here where I can reach it. He knew! He knew I might just slip and let all the air out of that nasty thing blocking my hole! Oh keep licking you shitting dog, keep fucking that clit, oh I can't take it! Too much, too fucking much!"Tears were dripping from the corners of Marcia's eyes as Roscoe busied himself cleaning up every delicious drop of ooze that bubbled impossibly from around Marcia's tightly packed lips. Her face was a mass of orgasmic concentration and pleasure. Just as her body started to go slack there was a loud and prolonged hisssssss.Roscoe lifted his head at the sound. He cocked his head with curiosity as the shape of the red "toy" in front of him slowly changed. He almost looked pleased as the Vixen shrunk, leaving a gap all around her permanently stretched cunt hole. Roscoe took the grab-handle of the Vixen in his jaws and with one swift tug yanked it out of Marcia's cunt.When he pulled, you could see the tip of Marcia's fully penetrated Cervix pull with it, exposing the angry red bulb to the camera. Marcia grunted but never came to. Roscoe, now free to explore the depths of a new hole drove his tongue in and followed with his soft black nose burying fully half of that bulb into her hole. Out it came slick and white with foaming wife-cum. Back it went for more. And there, under Roscoe's now bucking hind quarter, we could see a new Vixen growing, this time a real one. An angry red dog cock attached to the canine brain of an overheated rut master. Impatient, Roscoe started to scramble up onto the chaise.Ronnie hit pause. "Up you go buddy." His strong hands grasped my waist and started lifting me off the couch. Barely keeping my balance I was bent over to grasp the coffee table. I felt Ronnie slap a wad of Vaseline into the crack of my ass and drive two slick fingers into my rectum. Fucking felt good I'll tell you. My cock, standing hard and out from my groin, twitched in appreciation."On your knees fucker" he barked. Surprised and submissive with my ass opened for him I complied without hesitation. "Now I'm gonna open you up, just like I do the bitches before I give them my stick. I know Marcia's fucks with your man-pussy but there's a world of difference between some fumbling with rubber dicks and having your guts speared by real man-cock!"Kneeling, I felt Ronnie swirl his digits in my hole. First one, then two fingers from each hand slowly buried deeper, sliding in circles around the sphincter as they sought entry to my depths. My already greased hand clasped at my cock, stroking with pleasure as my asshole opened to a man's touch for the first time."Gonna pull a bit here now amigo." Ronnie pulled my asshole open, side opposed to side, with two fingers from each hand. "Just tell yourself to relax and don't play with that cock of yours too much. It'll make your pucker clench up." The pressure on my ring increased as Ronnie pulled the opening further than it had ever been. "Oh yea, nice pink cunt in there, gonna milk my bone for me. You're a sucker man. I knew your bitch would fuck Roscoe. She's hot and she already likes dog-cock. I've put that mutt's meat into plenty harder cases than your wife's hungry slit my man. You're just a sucker for betting with me chump, and now I'm going to take your fucking cherry for being so dumb." It was sick, but the talk was getting to me. Being on my knees with my asshole stretched to the limit and being told I was just a dumb cunt made me want to get fucked all the more. Like I said, sick. It was all sick but fucking A, it was hot!"OK bitch, last step. You're gonna like this. Let go of that prick, now!" I did as Ronnie said as he loosened the pull on my ring. "Now push like you gotta shit. I mean push like your life depended on it. I want to see your fucking pig-hole open up." I pushed hard and Ronnie swirled two thick fingers rapidly around the ring of my asshole, pulling me open as he did. Dribbles of pre-cum oozed from my cock. "Push again, keep pushing!" ordered Ronnie. As I did I felt his fingers turning circles around my prostate which had descended into the ring of my colon. With Ronnie working my already loosened hole and me pushing with every ounce I could must it felt like I'd shit my prostate right out of my hole. Seeing that he'd achieved his goal, Ronnie nudged the bulging gland with his knuckles and forced a liberal flow of semen from the tip of my cock. It felt like coming but more like I was being forced to come. I groaned in pleasure. "Your ready bitch" said Ronnie as he moved forward and placed his glans at the opening of my fuck-tube. He pulled my hips backward and slithered his slick tool down into my channel. He'd loosened me up so much it just slid in. "Up now and sit on it fucker. We're gonna party while we watch your wife turn into Roscoe's bitch"I half crouched as Ronnie's strong hands gripped my waist. His thick tool never left my asshole as he pulled me into a squatting position over his groin."OK, back down here man. I want all of that asshole. You just sit right down on my cock and don't move." Ronnie pulled me back as I settled down onto his fat cock. I'd never had a real cock in my ass before. Marcia had fucked it, even fisted it, but a cock? My pulse raced as my heart skipped beats. Half squatting over that long, fat pole I hesitated as Ronnie pulled me down by the hips. Looking up at the paused screen with the picture of Marcia, bound to the chaise as Roscoe hovered over her, swollen red cock only inches from her splayed pussy, I could resist no more."Ahhhh fuck!" we said in unison. Both Ronnie and I took the pleasure of his cock in my ass. It was not the biggest stick to ever go up there but it was by far the best. It's just impossible to describe the feeling of real cock, real skin and muscle driving deep into your bowels for the first time. As he grazed my prostate a dribble of cream oozed from my slit. It was all on camera. Marcia was going to go nuts watching this. My but-cheeks came to rest on Ronnie's thighs as the swollen knob on his shaft lodged beyond the end of my colon."Oh fucking yea that is good," I moaned."Fucking right cherry-ass" hissed Ronnie. "Nothing like a nice tight white ass wrapped around my fat fucker. Hot, warm, humid. You feel where I'm at Man? I felt my head go right through that second ring, hit the bottom of your shit tube and push on into the second chamber. You know the feeling bro. Ass is ass. You've been inside an ass before and now your gonnna get yours nicely fucked. OK man, you ready for the last of it. I got three more inches to go so when I open my thighs and relax your gonna get every bit of my cock"Holy shit! Every bit? There was no more ass to fuck!"Right there motherfucker" said Ronnie. "Feel that pressure? That's the end of your colon and the beginning of your guts. My cock's going right into your guts. You're about to enter a new world fucker. You'll never be the same after this. Now push that pussy hard like I taught you!"I pushed hard just in time as Ronnie opened his thighs a few inches and released the pressure he had been holding me off with. I felt a strange twinge where I'd never felt one before and was overwhelmed with a new kind of pleasure. My guts slid down and around the swollen head of his cock and clasped it tight. The stretch continued as the shaft forced that purple head deeper into my gut. My ass cheeks came to rest on either side of Ronnie's fat sack, my balls resting atop his own. The sensations in my ass were beyond pleasure, into a new realm, one I was sure to visit again. As before when I was on my knees and pushed hard for Ronnie's probing digits, this push against the pressure of his thick cock forced a glob of cum up my shaft to bubble in my piss-slit. I could feel the progress of that glob like a burning wad of lava as it flowed through the tube of my urethra. "Oh Man!" Ronnie sighed. "That's where I like it. Totally fucking buried into your guts. Your ass is mine now motherfucker and you're gonna love the fucking I give you."I wriggled a bit as I said; "Felt every fucking millimeter of your fat prick. The fucking stretch is awesome! Oh fuck yea, you flexing? Fucking do it some more. Can you see my cock? Every time you flex you push out more cum." I reached both hands to pull and twist my nipples."Hot man" said Ronnie. "You into your nips too? I got two nice sharp clips here that are gonna make your nipples burn. I'm gonna pull your sack out a foot while I man-handle your shaft. Just your guts quivering from the rough play on your body's gonna be enough to get me off. Get ready to be fuckin used the way Ronnie likes to use a fuck hole!"As the clips bit into my sensitive nipples the pleasure/pain sensations raced along nerves to my cock and asshole. Ronnie's firm grip on my balls trapped both nuts in the loose sack and dragged them out away from my body. A sick, almost nauseating feeling rose in my guts; sick because I realized I liked the pain! Ronnie's lubed hand smothered my cock head and rolled down the shaft triggering a contraction in my stomach and groin that milked Ronnie's cock in my guts. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Hump up into my ass from below, pull on my nuts, massage my shaft, clips biting nipples. Holy shit was I getting fucking used!Ronnie hit PLAY and we continued fucking. On the screen Roscoe was starting a good fuck of his own!Still immobile, Marcia lay bound on the chaise, ass and cunt high, head lolling to the side with a slight drool draining from the corner of her mouth. Roscoe, hunched over her started sliding his cock the length of her trench. The pointed tip would disappear between Marcia's bloated lips. His hips would jerk forward. The fat shaft would glide into the slit and the spurting tip would rasp Marcia's clit on the way up the trench and out of her lips. Roscoe's emerging knot would bang into the bottom of her cuntmouth then force the lower half of the angry muscle into the hole while his balls, heaving with cum, smooched against her still pouting asshole.Over and over Roscoe's cock worked her trench, somehow always missing the mark. Flex, flex, flex went Ronnie's cock, deep in my guts as he simultaneously pulled my balls away from their home, sensually grasped my rock hard shaft in his big mitt and polished the purple head with every stroke. Clench, clench, clench went my spasmodically churning bowels desperately milking the hot pleasure-pole deep inside my body.Marcia slowly roused..."Oh. What? What happened? Oh you bad doggy. You're trying to fuck me. Ronnie! Where are you! Where is that husband of mine? You two get in here right now and stop this!" Marcia yelled. She knew we weren't there. This was her scene and her fantasy so what the fuck. Fucking go Marcia!"You bastards get in here and untie me" Marcia implored around the small ball and string still lodged in her jaw. Hmmm, Marcia could untie Marcia, but somehow neither Ronnie nor I thought she would."Oh fuck those fucking bastards. Fine! If they want to leave me all tied up here like this with a horny dog like you lurking around then fucking is just what is going to happen. I can't stop you from fucking me, can I? You're sure trying and it feels so fucking good. Ahhh fuck yes, fuck that clitty and stuff that fat ball into my hole. But wouldn't you like to stuff it all in darling? Oh fuck, I know you would. Oh damn but your cock is hot, running up and down my fucking slit. Your wasting all that nice juice on my belly though you silly boy. Here, let me hunch just a bit...Marcia shifted her hips down, angling her cunt hole slightly. With each thrust Roscoe's cock slipped further into the slash of her wanton sex sending shivers of lust with each clit cutting slice. As Marcia's hips shook to the cadence of her come her cunt rocked fore and aft, up and down, cock and cunt rocking together and apart, unsynchronized until suddenly!"Aaahhhhhfuccck!" The cock disappeared into her sloppy hole for the last time. The tip had found purchase in the mouth of her dilated cunt and traveled quickly the length of the shaft. Roscoe felt the hot clasp and pushed with all he strength. In an instant Roscoe's entire red cock, knot and all vanished into Marcia's sodden hole leaving her swollen cunt lips welded to the soaking fur of his belly and balls. Her hips rose back up placing her cunt once again just a vertical cock pit, open to penetration from above.Roscoe went into jack hammer mode. He slammed his hips forward hard, only relaxing slightly on the outstroke. Each thrust was a renewal of his drive to burry the entirety of his cock into the hot bitch below him. He never pulled back at all, just kept pounding forward, deeply and endlessly into my wife!Unable to control myself I shook and quivered all over Ronnie's throbbing meat. That pole buried up my backside was driving me out of my mind with pleasure. Nothing had ever felt quite so good as the deep drilling of Ronnie's plumb head buried in my guts, his palm stroking my vibrating cock and his long fingers wrapped around my balls like a lasso, pulling the sack taught fully six inches away from my groin. It felt like a non-stop orgasm but with my balls in a bind there was no way to come, so I just kept fucking my ass onto his stiff pole and feeling the glory of endless prostate stimulation.On the screen Marcia's face was a mask of lust. Fucking back now into Roscoe's frantic humping she chanted, "fuck, fuck, fuck, of fuck me you bitch fucking bastard!"Wildly she talked the rutting dog through it. "That's it, keep it deep like that and fuck me. Oh shit yes, with my cunt up like this you can't get away from it, can you fucker. Just fucking back and forth but you're not going in and out, you're just wrenching that pole back and forth in my fucking hole. Oh but the tip, do you feel the tip you beautiful fucker? Oh my fucking cunt! That tip is ripping my secret cunt wide open! Oh ya, oh fuck, oh my fucking secret cunt just for your nasty red tipped pointy spear of a fucking hot dog-cock. It's inside, deep inside, fuck me baby. Yes, yes, unnggghhhh!" The tendons of Marcia's neck stood hard like cords as she spasmed out another mind bending cum. "Oh do you fucking feel what you are doing to me?!! Witching that fucking wand of yours inside my womb? Yes you fucking beautiful lover, inside my fucking womb! Your gonna fill that bag with come!"Marcia unhooked her wrist with a quick tug on the ball in her mouth. She spat it out and reached for the other cuff. Simultaneously she hunched her ass up hard into the heaving dog loins above her and slipped her feet from the stirrups. Quickly encircling the dogs waist she drove her heels into his hind, spurring him onward."Oh fucking lover! Deeper, fucking deeper."With her arms around his back and her legs clasping his haunches Marcia hugged Roscoe to her like a lover. His panting, hot on her face, combined with an occasional loving lick gave the impression of two lovers kissing in the heat of passion. Inside Marcia, Roscoe's knot swelled to punishing dimensions. The lower chamber of her cunt was formed into a perfect mold of Roscoe's bulging, irregular shaped knot. As the knot pushed her chamber wide it drew down the base of her love hole, sucking the straining mouth of her cervix with it. Already impaled by several inches of dog cock, her womb stretched impossibly to swallow all the remaining flesh forward of the knot. Contractions in the muscles at Marcia's distended opening grabbed the knot and pulled it deeper into her frothing cunt. Contractions deep in her belly forced her womb to drive the weeping cervix further down the burning shaft of Roscoe's dog meat. Her cunt had turned into a fucking machine, anxious to milk every burning stream of cum from her bestial lover's trembling nuts. Watching them rut and hump at each other; grunt, moan and drool; pant lick and hug, each pulling the other deeper into their sex, working toward a frenzied orgasm was more than Ronnie could bear.Ronnie started to shake below me. "I've seen lots of dog fucking but I've never seen it like this. Your fucking wife is so fucking hot! It's so fucking freaked out to watch her fuck that dog. So fucking kinked out with my fucking pole up your wet screwing ass! Ahhrrrgggggg! Sweet mother fucking ass! I'm not gonna hold it man! I'm gonna fill your belly with come you fuckin man-cunt! ARRRGGGHHHHH! Fuck! Fucking take my come you cunt-hole bitch! Fucking feel that come in your guts! Fuck the motherfucking pole and milk that fucking come outta me!"Ronnie came violently up my asshole. His cock impossibly swelled one size larger as he blew his load and bloated my guts. The feeling of his hot come burning in my shitter and leaking out around the over-stuffed opening was ecstatic! He wouldn't let go of my balls! I couldn't come! He pulled harder and the sack stretched out impossibly low; painfully low! The clips twisted at my nipples with pain and a sick pleasure. Forces I could not control fought within my senses, countering pain from my nipples and balls with pleasure from my ass building on the pleasure in my cock. "Oh fuck, please let me come" I begged."I'm still coming man. I'm gonna come again you fucker. Just watch your bitch on the screen till I let you blow! Ah fucking nice tight fucking asshole. Shake that fuck tube for me you cock-slut!"On the screen Marcia was shaking and shuddering through another orgasm. "Your fucking knot, oh yes, your fucking not baby! It's gonna blow up inside me! Oh shit that's big! That's why I stretched for you baby. That's why Marcia blew that toy up so big and fucked her secret cunt so full, just for you! Oh you beautiful fucking knot fucker, just blow your scum into me. Just fuck me up! Just fuck up that cunt until its all dog-fucking perfect for your beautiful pounding meat!" Roscoe's violent fucking abated not in the slightest but his movements were more restricted. You could see that his body was locked in place over Marcia's clasping slit. Everything was locked down tight; the swollen knot in Marcia's cunt and the throbbing tip buried in her womb. That knot could not have been pried out with the jaws of life. It had swollen to unholy proportions with the need to breed the wild bitch below him. Suddenly Roscoe let out a series of whimpering yelps. His hips started quivering like his ass had been plugged into a wall socket. Marcia started gasping..."You're fucking coming! COMING! Fucking firehose full of come filling my fucking womb! I'm fucking coming too you gorgeous fucker! Ohhhhhhh shit, shit, shit I'm gonna come my fucking brains out!"Roscoe unloaded into my wife as I watched, sitting and speared by Ronnie's still rock hard prick and twisting in agony/ecstasy from all the stimulation. As we watched the quivering dog jetting cum into the very center of Marci's sex her gasps and moans conveyed each womb filling geyser. Her cunt let loose with piss and cum that bubbled all around her taught-stretched hole and spilled over her buttocks and stomach. Roscoe's rabid humping whipped the juice into a white foam where their bodies joined. Her clit, swollen and rubbed red by Roscoe's bristly fur scrubbed non-stop against his heaving belly. Marcia's nipples stood out like sore thumbs, purple with lust, scraping along the rutting dog's fur-clad chest."Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Marcia. "I've never been so fucking full in my life. Oh nothing compares you fucker! You gorgeous, beautiful woman fucking animal! Nothing ever stretched me like this. Your fucking knot, your stick and now your hot motherfucking come blowing my guts up like a ballon. Aaaarrgghh. Coming! Fucking coming again!"I was out of my mind with pleasure and pain. My ass and cock were welded into a single mass of orgasmic nerves while my balls and nipples fought tirelessly to hold off my final coming. Suddenly Ronnie cupped my sack and pulled it hard up into my groin. His cock started bucking and shaking in my now loose and hungrily fucking asshole. I yanked the cutting clips off my aching nipples and was rewarded with a new intense pain as blood filled the long compressed flesh turning them bright red. Come roared up my pipe and out of my pisshole in one long stream, coating my chin and chest. Just as the first contraction released another grabbed hold of my dick and it felt as though it would burst from the pressure. Another violent throb of come launched toward my face and into the corner of my gasping mouth as Ronnie licked up the first load now dripping down my neck. His quaking stick renewed its trembling and unloaded in my asshole a second time just as he had promised. As a third spasm shook my bursting cock and caused my balls to suck up into my body as the image of Marcia in the throws of a mind bending orgasm blurred. The room sounded far away. Someone was yelling out an orgasm. My ass was floating in a sea of seamen. My insides were outside, throbbing in pleasure. My nuts ached unbearably from somewhere far away, then I just faded away...When I came to Ronnie's fantastic cock was still in my asshole; rock hard. His hand was lazily stroking my slowly hardening cock and I was a mess of sticky come both front and back. The screen was frozen in bestial ecstasy; on pause. I was settled back against Ronnie's chest like a big easy chair. The easy chair has some motherfucking benefits! Moaning I just rolled my hips, twisting around on that wonderful pole inside my man-cunt, churning into my guts and enjoying the incredible afterglow. Ronnie and I fucked a lot that weekend. There was a lot of tape of Marcia, and she just kept making more. She had to have worn out her pussy on that dog's tongue and cock. She spent Sunday nude with Roscoe following her around all day. That mutt is insatiable! I lost count of how many times he stepped up behind Marcia and drilled that nose into her hole. Each time the shock of bestial licking would stop Marcia in her tracks. That carnal hound would lave Marcia's cheeks and lips into a foaming mess then rise up on his hind legs to grasp her hips from behind. Moaning, Marcia would sink to her knees, face and shoulders down to the floor. Roscoe needed no more guidance and Marcia's cunt needed no adjustment. The fucking was rough and bestial, just like Marcia loves. The knot would slap in and out of her stretched hole till it expanded to it's final cunt-numbing proportions, then lodge tight. Marcia would grunt and arch as the tip buried into her cervix and unloaded streams of scalding come. Her orgasms non-stop throughout the fuck. When the rutting pair unlocked and Marcia rose, rivults of come would course down her thighs, calves and ankles to the floor where Roscoe would lap up the tasty woman/dog mixture. His nose, following the source of the treat in an effort to satisfy his insatiable hunger would eventually find Marcia's drooling, loose-hanging slit and renew the bestial orgy. Ronnie and I watched it all.Now there is a whole new world of fucking open for Marcia, me and the mutts! END~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 61 |
annarealizesherbbcfantasies3.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/81/annarealizesherbbcfantasies3.txt | PART THREE"Honey, I have something I need to tell you."Nothing good ever followed those 9 words after they've been uttered by a spouse. Usually, it meant you were going to get some bad news. Maybe it was that your wife wrecked the car or maybe your husband lost $100,000 in Vegas. Right now, I was expecting her to tell me that, yes, she really did know how big Tyrese's cock was when it was hard. She hadn't fully gotten control over her body yet after having cum twice in quick succession. Her hips were still moving around, and she was still catching her breath, but her demeanor was no longer focused on fucking. There was something bad that she needed to tell me, and that put her animal sex brain into the background. My mind was racing! I couldn't imagine how she was having an affair with Tyrese! Where did they find the time? Where did they find the place?! Did that start just this week? She said she was not giving herself to him last week when she was under hypnosis. Surely, they could not have fucked while they were running the after school program! I was preparing for the worst."Umm, okay. What is it?" I asked."I don't know how to say this. I'm so ashamed!" she started to cry."Well, you got this far. You should just spit it out so we can figure out how to deal with it, whatever it is." I said, trying to use my psychiatrist training."Okay. I guess... well... you know... Ugh! It's so hard to say! Okay, here it is. You know how I have told you that besides you, I have only ever slept with 4 other guys?"I looked at her in silence, but nodded slightly indicating to her that she should keep going."Well, I'm so ashamed! It's really five." she finally said."I see. And who did you leave out?" I asked. I wanted to hear it from her."It's... it's... Ugh! It's JAKESH!" and she broke down crying.Jakesh? I was momentarily confused because I was totally prepared for her to say Tyrese."Wait, Jakesh? You mean the guy you went out with in high school?" I asked."Yes! *sob* I lost my virginity to Jakesh, but I didn't think you would like that, so every time we talked about our sexual histories, I left him out and told you I lost my virginity to Michael in college.""You didn't think I would like that because of losing your virginity in high school or because Jakesh was black?" I asked. I wasn't sure which bothered me more, to be honest."Well, both, but primarily because he was black. But, you see, it's not like he was some kind of gangster or anything! He was an exchange student from England!" I had remembered that, vaguely. She didn't really talk about her ex-boyfriends a whole lot, just a few pieces of info. I remembered that Jakesh was an exchange student their junior year from the UK. Anna said her parents were initially pretty uncomfortable with letting Anna see him, but he had won them over with his charming accent and very polite manners. He was a smart kid who understood racial dynamics, so he did his very best to put Anna's parents at ease. He seemed to be successful, since they let Anna date him. She said they had trusted him to be proper with their daughter. So much for that, I guess..."Okay, so you had sex in high school with a black guy. Why are you telling me this now? Why didn't you just say so before?" I asked. "Ugh, I still don't want to say it because it's in the past and not important to our relationship, but I also want to tell you the whole truth. I don't want to hide anything from you," she said, forgetting that she's been hiding soaking her panties and fingering herself in the shower all week from me. "Also, would you have taken it in stride when we met? Huh?! I don't think so! Not a lot of white boys are thrilled to hear that their 'good girl' white, Midwestern bred, girlfriend lost her virginity to a black guy with an enormous cock!" she cried."Enormous cock?" I said slowly."Jakesh... had a very large cock." she said quickly. "A little over 9-inches long - I know because we measured it with a ruler - but also very thick in diameter. This strap-on has been bringing back some memories of when Jakesh and I used to have sex.""I see. And you liked it back then?" I asked."Yes. Well, not really at first, but we got better at it." she said."How many times did you end up having sex?" I asked."I don't remember. Maybe... 20 or 25 times?" she estimated."Twenty-five times?! You didn't go out the whole year, right?!" I exclaimed. It has taken over two years to have had sex 25 times with her leading up to now!"No, we didn't. We started at the end of February. I remember because it was AFTER Valentine's Day, but it was still basketball season and we started going out at a basketball game.""How did you lose your virginity?" I asked."Do you really want to know?" she asked."Yes. I feel like I need to know the details now that everything I know about your sexual history may not be true." I said, a little cruelly."It's not like that! I told you everything else but this!" she cried."Tell me. Tell me about how you lost your virginity." I demanded.She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and the look in my face told her I was serious about wanting to know. She broke eye contact and started to tell the story."Jakesh and I had been going out for a couple of weeks before he got to '2nd base'. That was the furthest we went for a while. A couple weeks later we were coming home from a basketball game and I drove him home. We parked a couple of blocks from his host house and made out for a while. He was sucking on my tits when he slid his hand between my thighs and started to rub me. I was only wearing sweatpants and panties, so his rubbing was getting me going pretty effectively. It only took me a few minutes before I came. I started to rub him over his jeans, and I could tell right then that he had a big cock. He undid his jeans and I pulled his cock out. I must've stared at it for an entire minute without saying anything. I had seen a few pictures of some cocks, but never had seen one up close. I put my hand around it and couldn't believe how warm it was! I put my other hand around it and started to stroke it.He said, "Hold on now, Ahh-na (that's how he pronounced my name). I don't think we should make a big mess in your parent's car."I looked up at him and said, "You're probably right. It would be very bad if my mom or dad found cum in the car." So I did what seemed logical at the time, and I put it in my mouth, which proved to be challenging. He let out a big groan and I stroked a few times and sucked and it didn't take very long before he came in my mouth. It was a big shock to have that happen, but I had to make sure I took it all. He kept on spurting so I had no choice but to swallow the first few sprays, but when he was done I opened my door and spit the rest out. It tasted, well, like cum of course, but at the time I didn't know what to think of it. It was kind of salty. I didn't love it, but I didn't hate it either. And it was exciting to experience having him cum in my mouth. We talked about it and also about whether we wanted to take the next step. I was still really horny, so of course I was eager to experience sex! I had been a 'good girl' all the way up to that point. I wanted to push the boundaries a little. So we planned to do it at my friend's party the following weekend. He was going to get a condom and we planned to lock ourselves in Jenny's bedroom.All week at school we talked about it, and I was a mix of excited and nervous. By the time Friday night rolled around, I was a complete nervous wreck, but I was also very aroused by the anticipation. We arrived at the party separately and hung out for a while before slipping upstairs. We sat on the bed for a while and asked each other if we were both still committed to doing it. Then we started to make out. I only wore a sweatshirt and bra in order to make "access" easier, and he quickly had my bra unhooked and was touching my nipples. He slid his head under my sweatshirt to give them some nice sucking and licking. Shortly after, he got up and pulled off his jeans and sweater, leaving only his t-shirt, underwear, and socks. His cock was already hard! It was sticking straight up out of his waistband. His underwear never had a chance of containing it. He pulled off my pants before laying back down, and so I was just in my sweatshirt and panties. We kissed some more and I started to touch his big cock. I looked at it in my hand. It was soooo big! I remember just staring at it. I wasn't sure how that was going to get in me. The light was better in Jenny's room than in my car, so I got a much better look this time. Jakesh was pretty dark skinned, but his cock seemed almost completely black. The head was so big, but since his cock was so dark it just seemed smooth. I put it in my mouth again because I liked how he reacted the last time. He threw his head back and gave a long moan. I could see what I was doing in the mirror of Jenny's closet doors. I couldn't believe I was giving this huge cock head!Jakesh lifted my head off his dick and said, "I don't want to cum yet." he put his hand under my panties and started to rub. I was already wet, but it felt soooooo good! I hung my head on his chest and enjoyed his fingers exploring my pussy. Soon after he asked, "Are you ready?" I nodded and he got up and retrieved the condom from his jeans. he ripped it open and started to roll it down his cock. I lay there watching and thinking to myself, "This is really going to happen! I can still stop, though, right?" I was sooooo nervous! But he was ready now and lay on top of me. Thinking back on it now, it's kinda funny how inept we were at it. He must've tried pushing it in 7 or 8 times and it wasn't going. Finally he sat up so he could see what he was doing and then placed it right at the opening of my vagina and pushed it in.I remember how crazy surprising it felt going in! I think I grabbed his arms in a death grip and I remember nearly screaming. And then he pushed in and I swear I nearly passed out! My body was clenched tight and I wasn't sure I was going to make it through. He then slowly started to pump that cock in and out of me. Every stroke, though, was better than the one before. I was starting to actually feel the pleasure of his cock when he started to make cumming noises! I was like, "No! NOT YET! I JUST GOT OVER THINKING I WAS GOING TO DIE AND I'M NOW STARTING TO LIKE IT! YOU CAN'T FINISH YET!!!!" But it was too late. No more than maybe 90 seconds after we started, it was over. He came and pulled out and slumped next to me. "Wow, Ahh-na, that was amazing! Are you okay?" he asked."Yeah, that was nothing like I've ever felt before!" I said. It was true, but I couldn't help be just a little frustrated that I got all hot and wet and didn't finish. We kissed a little more then got dressed. Jakesh rolled the condom up in some Kleenex and took it outside to the trash.""So that's the story of my losing my virginity to Jakesh. It's not anything earth shaking. It's probably a pretty typical 'high school girl loses her virginity' story.""Well, except your boyfriend had a horse cock." I said."So? It didn't really even matter! It was over in under 2 minutes.""Yeah, but you went back another two dozen times." I said."Well, yeah, I guess.""You said you guys got better at it?" I asked."Yeah, it got better the more we practiced." she said, trying to sound nonchalant about it."Tell me about it.""Seriously? Do you really want to know?" she asked."Yes, I do.""Okay. The next several times were a lot like the first. But he knew I was not getting as much out of it as he was, so he tried to figure out how to keep from cumming so fast. The good news was that I was starting to figure out how to handle such a huge cock. I started to relax myself, and it helped that I knew it was coming. We had only done Missionary still since we were still just figuring out how fuck. But now I was entering the 'pleasure' zone without having to go into the 'pain' zone first.""When did you have your first orgasm with him?" I asked."Ummmmm, I'm not sure. Maybe the 7th time? 8th? Something like that. We figured out that if we booked home right after school that we would have 2 hrs before my Mom got home from work. So it happened on one of those after school days.""If you had 2 hrs, you didn't do it every day?""No, not every day. We couldn't leave right away every day because of clubs and I had tennis practice most days, plus he couldn't get unlimited condoms either, so that played into how often we did it.""Okay. Go on.""It started like every other time, but he said, 'I masturbated this morning.' 'Why?' I asked. 'So that I wouldn't have as much cum inside me. I've noticed that it takes longer to cum if I'd cum recently.' he said. 'We should do a scientific method study.' I said jokingly since we had physics class together. Anyway, fast forward to the fucking. He started to pump me like before, and it was feeling so good now. And he just kept going! We passed a couple of minutes and the warm feeling started to build in my pussy. I started to make cumming sounds - which are different from my OHMYGOD THERE'S A HUGE COCK IN ME sounds - and he started to pump harder. The crazy thing is that the orgasm that was starting to build was WAY different than the ones I'd give myself masturbating and the ones Jakesh gave me rubbing my pussy. It was building and I couldn't control myself anymore. I got to a point where I don't actually remember any details just that I was feeling AMAZING with that cock pumping in and out of me and that I ultimately exploded in a massive orgasm! Jakesh said I was thrashing around and beating my fists into his back. I had NEVER felt that good in my entire life until then. My massive cum explosion pretty much put him over the edge and he ended up cumming only seconds after I finished. I always love watching the faces of men as they cum, so I was kinda glad I was still coming down from my orgasm as he was cumming inside me. In some ways, I count that time as the real time I lost my virginity. Up until then, sex wasn't all that interesting.""So did you cum every time after that?" I asked."No, but most of the time. Sometimes he still finished too fast or we had to quickly stop." she said matter-of-factly."What was memorable about the sex with Jakesh after that point?" I asked."Ummmmm, probably when he started to be able to go much longer that he gave me multiple orgasms." she said. "We got to the point where he was able to fuck me doggie style. As deep as he felt when he fucked me missionary, I couldn't believe how deep he felt when he was fucking me from behind. And because he was so thick and my pussy could barely fit him, every stroke rubbed both my clit and what I now know is my G-spot. It was soooo good! But it was almost time for him to go back home by then. The school year was finishing and he was going back to England in mid-June. I thought I loved him, so it was a very hard time for me." she paused to think for a bit there and then said, "You know, you should feel lucky you didn't meet me right after that. In a lot of ways, Jakesh ruined me for my next couple of boyfriends.""Oh? How's that?" I asked. Could size be that much of a deal for my wife Anna? She seemed to not make it a big deal during the entire time we were married. Was Anna a size queen already by the age of 17?"Well, I was young and stupid. I believed if the sex was great then that meant I loved the boy more because it was more 'intimate'. And, of course it didn't help that Michael and Dave had much more average sized cocks than Jakesh. But Michael and Dave had other problems that had nothing to do with their cock size. Still, it didn't help that sex with them didn't really measure up." she said with just a hint of mischief."So you didn't have any more sex in high school." I said more as a statement than a question."No. After Jakesh left I kinda stupidly thought I was going to be 'faithful' to him. This was before the Internet, so there was no 'Face Time' or 'Skype' or text messages or even email. We had to write each other letters, which we did for a while. But the letters started to come less frequently, and by the time Thanksgiving rolled around, it was pretty clear that our time together was just going to be part of our past. "During that time, there were a few boys who just wanted to mess around, but not many. Like I said, not a lot of 'nice' white high school boys are confident or manly enough to deal with a girlfriend who went out with a black guy." she said."So did other black guys want to go out with you?" I asked."Ugh, yes. There were some sleazy ones with too much Jheri curl in their hair and some juvie types who thought I might be into them. And then some of the black jocks on the football and basketball team paid some attention to me. Some of those guys were kinda cute, I guess. But I didn't want to be 'THAT GIRL', you know?" she said."'That girl'?""Yeah, the white girl that only dates black guys. I didn't date Jakesh BECAUSE he was black. And I didn't give him my virginity BECAUSE I wanted to fuck a black guy. Him being black had nothing to do with it! It made things harder, frankly, with my family and some of my friends.""So you didn't have another boyfriend in high school then?""No. I didn't even go to my senior prom because back then no one ever went to prom alone. It kinda sucked. I was more pissed off, though, that guys thought maybe I put out. Jakesh and I never talked about us having sex with other people, but there were still rumors floating around. I always denied it, even though part of me was sad that I had to. But some of those football players in particular got pretty aggressive. Thankfully nothing happened.""So you didn't have sex until you went to Creighton? That was Michael, right? So did you tell him that you were a virgin, then?" I asked."Yes, I had to! I felt really bad about it because I thought that was insulting to Jakesh, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. But I didn't want to carry around that stigma, so I just pretended I did some 2nd and 3rd base action but that was it.""That's what you always told me." I said."You know, it got to the point where I think I might've started to believe it myself. I never told anyone about fucking Jakesh, and it was always Michael that I said I lost my virginity to. I've been living with that version of reality for more than 30 years! It's almost like I've blocked it out. I haven't thought about the sex we had really until lately.""Why do you think that is?" I asked, trying to get her to keep talking."I dunno. I guess because it was so long ago. We were just kids, so we didn't know what to do. He really just had that large cock. Having a large cock just means he didn't have to be creative." she shrugged. "I remember that it felt good. Really good. But I also remember that while I gave him head several times, he never went down on me. I guess boys back then never did that.""I remember when I was a teenager we'd try and steal some looks at pornos from back then. It happened in them, but not nearly as much as blowjobs." I said."It never really happened in college much either. Although, it did some..." she looked like she was recalling those memories. We were still both naked - I was still wearing the strap-on! - and she shifted her legs ever so slightly. "But it wasn't until my last two boyfriends - that includes you, sweetie - that I ever got a lot of good pussy eating action!""So tell me about college then..." I said."College was mostly boring from a sex perspective." said Anna. "Are you sure you want to hear about it?""Just give me the highlights.""Well, my first time was with Michael. Wait, I just did it again! I'm so used to telling people I lost my virginity with Michael that I actually believe it sometimes!" she said. "Anyway, my first time IN COLLEGE was with Michael. I had it in my head that I would 'reinvent' myself, so what better way than to become a hippie.""You were a hippie?" I asked incredulously."Well, I started to wear tie-dye and listen to the Grateful Dead. I guess that kinda made me a hippie." she said."Hmmm, yeah, guess so. That's hard to imagine." I said."I wasn't a very good hippie. I never really got into The Dead. But I got high for the first time with Michael, and THAT was interesting." said Anna. "The first time we fucked, we were both high, in fact.""How was that?" I truly was curious. Is sex better when you're high?"It's like having boring sex, but it SEEMS more intense cuz you're high." she said."I don't understand.""It seems more 'spiritual', if you know what I mean. But it wasn't very good. You'd think a hippie would be creative about sex. Michael was almost anti-creative. Missionary only. 5 minutes tops." she said drolly."Maybe he was too high to get motivated." I said sarcastically."Ha! That could've been it! Anyway, we had sex a half dozen times or so. Went out a little longer than a semester maybe. Then I got bored. With Michael and with being a hippie.""Ok, then came Aaron, right?""Yeah, Aaron. Aaron was... a sweet guy. We didn't start dating until our sophomore year. He was smart. Kinda shy and quiet. He was always willing to help me study. And he paid a lot of attention to me," she said."So what happened?" I asked."Well, he was REALLY NEEDY when it came to affection. At first it was nice to always want to hold hands, and cuddle, and hug, and all that. And he was always extremely gentle and attentive, so the sex was sweet and loving. Aaron was also the first guy that I had sex with where I was on top, so that was new and interesting." she said."So you liked to be dominant with him?" I asked."I HAD to be! Otherwise, he'd just take his time and be GENTLE all the time! At least with me on top, I could start to ride him harder and faster. He had an okay sized cock, probably a little larger than Michael's, but not much. He just had NO IDEA how to use it! And I was still comparing him to Jakesh, and he was clearly lacking." said Anna with a hint of disappointment in her voice."How long did you go out again?""A little over a year, but the sex frequency started to drop off after about half that time. Aaron was a good boyfriend, but not a good lover. He was easy to hang out with and I liked that I always had someone to see a movie with on a Friday night. We maybe had sex a dozen times or so.""Poor guy," I thought. "Same frequency as me, but only 19 years old.""And finally, there was Jared." "That was near the end of college, right?" I asked."Yes, we only went out starting after Spring Break our senior year." said Anna with just a hint of regret in her voice."So you went your entire junior year sexless?""And most of my senior year! But I had boyfriends, just no one that I liked enough to fuck. So, yeah, Jared was good in the sex department. Unlike Michael, he was more than a one-trick pony. He also could make sex last for an hour, instead of just 5 minutes. Unlike Aaron, he was self-confident and took more control. I liked that he knew what he liked and told me to do it. I also liked that he would pay attention to my clit. It was obvious he had discovered where to touch to make girls feel good. He was fun and in control in the sack, and we had a great time. We were almost graduated anyway, so we probably spent more time in bed than in class at that point in college.""I see. So, lots of fucking, then?""Mmmmm, yes. Jared was the first guy I ever spent longer than a 24 hour period completely naked with. And that happened several times!" She was clearly remembering back. Her hips started to shift, and she touched her clit with her hand."Does it make you horny thinking about it?" I asked."Yes. Those marathon sex sessions were pretty hot. And it wasn't just that. We were also pretty risky about WHERE we'd have sex. Like I remember that I gave him a blowjob deep in the stacks of the science library. We were there studying because it was usually quiet and we could find a study room and not be bothered. He took me back into the stacks and kissed me. Then he pushed me down to the floor. I didn't say anything. I knew what I needed to do, and I was eager to please him. It's interesting trying to give a fast, but effective, blowjob without making a lot of slobbering noises. You'd be surprised at how loud even a single slurp sounds in a library!"I needed to hear everything, so I steered her back to the story. "Why didn't you stay with him longer then?" I asked."After graduation he was moving to New York for a finance job. He asked me to come with him, but I didn't want to move to NYC. I had nothing there. no family. No friends. No job. It would've just been him. I didn't want to be totally dependent upon him. Sometimes I do wonder what would've happened if I did, though..." she trailed off. She was almost absent-mindedly rubbing her nipple."Do you regret not doing it?" I asked.She looked at me then after a brief moment staring out into space while rubbing her nipple, smiled and said, "Of course not, sweetie! Then I wouldn't have met you!"I wondered if she truly believed that or if she did harbor any regret. I suppose we all harbor at least a little regret for things that 'might have been', so I wasn't going to beat her up about it."So that just leaves Kyle." I said, bringing us back to the guy she went out with before she met me."Yes. Kyle. I guess we've come this far. Might as well tell you everything." she said resignedly."After college I stayed in town and got my first teaching job. It was hard and stressful and I had sunk a lot of time into it. I wanted to be the best teacher in the world to those kids, so I spent nearly ALL of my time at it. That didn't leave a lot of time for dating. Or much of anything. I even started putting on a little weight, which made me feel bad about myself. That didn't help dating either. I was always in really good shape! And here I was starting to put some weight on.""I didn't think you were fat when we got married." I said. I really didn't."Awww, thanks, honey! You're sweet for saying that, but I was probably 20 lbs heavier then than I was when I graduated college. I stopped playing tennis because it was hard to find the time and a partner while I was teaching. It wasn't ALL bad. I think I gained a couple of bra and cup sizes out of it. Anyway, I didn't do anything more than go on a couple of first dates for a year and a half.""So how did Kyle enter the picture then?" I asked."It was Christmas time and a teacher coworker named Aimee said that I should come to a Christmas party a friend of hers was having. 'It'll be fun! There'll be all sorts of people there, not just teachers, so we won't be just talking shop the entire time. We need to unwind!' was how she talked me into it. So I agreed. The party was halfway between our apartments, so I just met Aimee there. She was right. There were about 40 people there all in their 20's, so I got to meet some new people. One of them was Kyle. He was funny and very talkative. He was a super charming guy, and he and I hit it off pretty quickly. "He was a general contractor by day and a bartender by night, so he had all kinds of crazy stories about building or remodeling houses or weirdo's and drunk people. By the end of the night, though, he was really too drunk to drive and I told him he couldn't. He said he would be fine and that he didn't live that far away. I'd be lying if I said I didn't offer to drive him home because I wanted to maybe get a kiss out of it. He finally agreed to let me drive him. He was right - he didn't live that far away. He probably could've walked it in about a half hour if it wasn't super cold.""So you drove him home and kissed him goodnight?" I asked, somehow knowing that's not how it went..."Well, I drove him home...""And...?""And he invited me up for 'one more drink'. I thought about it hard for a moment, knowing that if I went up there it very likely wouldn't be just for a drink and a kiss. But it had been a while since I'd even gotten a French kiss, so I threw caution to the wind and accepted his offer. "We got up to his apartment and he poured a shot of tequila for each of us and cut up some lime - I should've realized that anyone who has fresh lime handy in December probably goes through too much lime in a bad way - and got his salt shaker out. We threw back our shots and he turned to me and kissed me hard. I kissed back. Then we did that exact same thing two more times. I knew once I had 3 shots of tequila in me that I wasn't driving the rest of the way home that night.""So you had sex that night?" I asked, being Captain Obvious."Ha! I'm not sure 'sex' is the most descriptive word to use. Sweetie, Kyle was a pretty crazy guy. Not crazy in a dangerous or necessarily bad way, but crazy in a totally spontaneous and completely id focused way. And Kyle drank too much. And I'm pretty certain every time we fucked, we were both drunk. It was kind of exactly what I needed at that point in my life. I was pretty serious and no fun because of work. "The way Jared and I left each other was not very satisfying. And looking back, I needed to have one last time in my life where I was making bad decisions and just having fun before I just became this super straight-laced school teacher. Kyle wasn't so much a boyfriend as this guy I would get fucked up with and fuck at the end of the evening.""So, yeah, we fucked that night. Once that third shot of tequila hit me, I was open for anything. And that's pretty much what we did. We started on the couch kissing. I'm not even quite sure how all my clothes got off, but I was naked in no time. That's when he went down on me for the first time. And OH. MY. GOD! It was so good! I never had a boyfriend go down on me until then, remember? Oh shit, I probably came in his mouth at least a few times. The next thing you know he's sitting on the breakfast bar in his apartment and I'm sucking his cock while I'm standing up. Kyle had the good fortune of being the biggest cock I'd had since Jakesh. It wasn't until later that we'd measured it to be 7 inches, but it was as thick as Jakesh's cock or seemed close enough from what I remembered."It wasn't lost on me that I was probably the smallest cock she'd ever had."Once I got him hard, he took me into the kitchen and bent me over the counter and that was the first time he fucked me. Oh honey, it felt so good! I remember him pulling my hair and fucking me hard. It was the most exciting sex I'd had, and not in the 'are we going to get caught?' way that sex in the library was with Jared, but in a 'we're fucking like animals' way that I'd never had before." She started to really work her nipple at that point."And Kyle liked to talk dirty, which made the whole thing even hotter. Add to that the fact that I was drunk and I was just horny as never before and just wanted him to use my body."At this point, I was starting to get hot listening to this. I reached over and started to stroke her pussy."Uuuuuuhhhmmmmm, that's nice, sweetie. So, um, we went to the bedroom and he went down on me some more. Ungh! Ohhhh! And... ummmm... while he was down there... Oooohhhhhhhhh... he... umm... ungghhh... st-stuck his... tongue in my ASS! Oh god this feels so good, honey! And so did, um... his tongue in my ass... that felt sooooo goood too! Unnnngghhhh! I'm... having... a... hard... ungh... time... ungh! concentrating, honey...""What did he do next?" I asked, still rubbing her pussy."He ate my ass and pussy... ohhhhhhh... he turned around... we... um... 69ed... unghhhhhh... oh don't stop!" she exclaimed. But I wanted to keep her going and not let her cum. So I stopped rubbing her pussy. "You can't leave me like this! I'll tell you the rest later. I need to cum!""No. I want to hear now." I said calmly."Ugh! We fucked some more - a lot more - after we had been 69ing for a while. We did 'The Holy Trinity' (ha! that's what my wife and I call Missionary, Doggie, and Cowgirl positions), but he also held me up against a wall and fucked me with my legs wrapped around him. And I did Reverse Cowgirl with him. He said he liked seeing his cock disappear into my pussy. The first time he came was after he had pulled me to the edge of the bed and put my feet on his chest and then entered me from on top. "He pulled out right before and he told me to put it in my mouth and then he came down my throat. But he wasn't done yet because after a couple minutes of cuddling/resting, he went back down and started eating my pussy out again. Even though he was piss drunk, he managed to cum two more times that night! I don't remember how many times I came. Could be more than all the number of times I came prior to that! If not, pretty close.""By the time he passed out from exhaustion and being drunk, I looked over at the clock and we had been fucking for nearly 3 hours straight! And it was the most exercise I'd gotten in a couple of years. We were both drenched in sweat. I was covered in cum, both his and my own. He was aware enough of things to know not to cum inside me. We didn't use a condom and there was no reason for me to be on birth control at that point. So the last two times he came, he came on my tits and stomach and then my ass and back. "I could smell his cum on my tits and I could also smell my own cum on my tits because he tit fucked me after just being in my cunt. It was the most raw sex I'd ever had. And I had a great time. I passed out myself at that point.""What happened the next day?" I asked. "Was it awkward?"*laughing* "No, not awkward at all! We woke up around Noon and what did he do? He went right out and came back into the bedroom with a shot of bourbon for each of us. I'll never forget what he said, "This is to kill the bacteria that builds up while you sleep." It was hilarious. After throwing it back, he got on top of me and started to kiss me again. We fucked one more time and I swallowed his cum again. Then I said, 'I need to go home and clean up.' he asked for my number and then I left.""And so you dated him for how long?" I asked. "About 6 months. 'Dated' might be too strong a word for what we were doing, though. We were really fuck buddies. He'd call me after a bartending shift on a Friday or Saturday night, and I'd allow him to come over at 1:30 am. He would start drinking then and of course I would, too. Then we'd fuck till 4am or 5am and then be in bed until after Noon the next day. It was really fun for the first few months. But then it started to not be fun. "I didn't like being drunk every weekend, sometimes both Friday AND Saturday night. And I didn't like that we almost never did anything besides drink and fuck. We went to a few movies and some cheap dinners at places like Chili's, but it had never grown into him being my boyfriend. The sex was amazing, and I had started on the pill for him. We did everything. I even let him fuck my ass. That's probably what kept it going for 6 months instead of 4.""He fucked you in the ass?! You never told me you let anyone fuck you in the ass!" I exclaimed, quite shocked by this development."Honey, I never told you ANY of the details of my sex life before! I just told you who and how many - well, except for Jakesh - and you filled in the blanks yourself." she said defensively."How did it happen? Him fucking you in the ass the first time, I mean.""Pretty much like the rest of the time. We started partying and got drunk. Then we moved into the bedroom. He went down on me and started eating me out. That almost always included him tonguing my asshole. This time, though, when he went back to my pussy, he popped a finger into my asshole and started sawing away. I was drunk. I was horny. And it honestly felt good. He saw that I was enjoying it and said to me, 'Anna, I want to fuck you in the ass.' So I nodded and he flipped me onto all fours and got behind me and pushed in.""Did it hurt?""Yes! It hurt a LOT at first. But the longer he was in there, the better it started to feel. And then he reached around and started playing with my clit and then it all started to feel so amazing. It was filling me up in much the same way Jakesh filled up my pussy. When he pushed in, I had to resist the urge to push back, so I tried to relax as much as possible. This was one of the good things about being drunk. "I just kinda let it happen. With my clit being rubbed and his fat cock in my ass, I ended up having this huge orgasm that caused me to squirt! It was weird how all the fluid just jetted out of my pussy like a spray hose, but I must've squirted at least two or three times before finishing." she said. Her voice was regaining that throaty sound that she gets when she's horny, and she started to pinch her nipple again since I stopped playing with her pussy. "We didn't always ass fuck. It probably happened 5 or 6 times total.""So what made you break it off?" I asked."I met a really nice guy." she said smiling at me."We were never that crazy in bed, though!" I said."I got 'crazy' out of my system. Yeah, it was fun, but I wanted to feel good about myself again. And I wanted to feel like someone wanted to be with me and not just fuck me. You were that guy. You were really sweet! Plus, you liked going down on me, too!""I still do. I don't know why we stopped doing that..." I said sadly."Oh, honey, I don't know either! But I think it's more my fault. We'll do this much more, like I promised!" she said. "Here, take that thing off."I was still wearing the strap-on. I took off the harness to expose my own cock, which Anna then took into her mouth. She got me hard after a couple of minutes of working it and then she started to deep throat it. Since I'm only 5 inches, she didn't have to take too much down her throat, but it still felt amazing. It didn't take long before I came in her mouth and she swallowed my cum again."Mmmmm, thanks for giving me your cum, sweetie. That was nice..." said Anna."Thank YOU for sucking me so wonderfully, Anna!" I said. I noticed her legs were spread then. So I positioned my head at the apex and started to lick."Oh, yes, honey, that's what I want. You know how I like to be eaten! Ohhhhhhh... soooooo good! That's right, eat me out completely, honey! Suck on my clit, please! Yes! Just like that! Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmmm... Unnnggghhhh!" Relating all her sexual history to me had made her totally wet, so it didn't take long to get her to cum in my mouth.Over the next several weeks, we started to have sex much more regularly. Instead of once or twice a month, we were now going twice a week (sometimes three!)! That's a HUGE improvement in my book. Anna was still coming home and taking showers, but she wasn't soaking her panties on a daily basis anymore. I would check sometimes and there were definitely times that her panties seemed to have just "regular" daily soiling to them. Her new found energy fueled her to get back into shape, too. She joined a USTA league that met one night a week for practice and a couple of weekends a month for matches. She even joined a Crossfit gym (I guess the Crossfit people call them "boxes") and started going to that in the morning before work. I'd heard crossfitters can get kinda culty about the whole thing, and soon she started to change our diet to be more "paleo". But it was all for the better as she started to change the shape of her body and lose weight. I even dropped some weight just from changing my diet. After only 6 months of this, Anna went from a weight of 170 lbs to weighing 140 lbs, but she also looked much more muscular in the arms and shoulders as well as her calves, thighs, and butt. She said she owed it all to crossfit. She started to wear things like yoga pants to show off her legs and ass. She still had some flab on her tummy and thighs, but she was looking much better. And that also contributed to the quality of our sex life!What I wasn't aware of at the time, though, was that there was something about her crossfit box that she didn't tell me. This was also the same crossfit box that Tyrese belonged to.To be continued... |
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third.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/54/third.txt | I dated this nice girl when I was in college, Karmen. She was sweet and wholesome and came from a normal family. Her mom had married her high-school sweetheart and had two girls with him. She never had been with another man.Karmen was a virgin when she came to college, slim and pretty with small breasts. I started chasing her around at the end of the first semester. That spring she started dating me. Given her history she needed three weeks of necking and petting before she let me go down on her. She was very protective of her pussy.We set a date for her big bang. I was beside myself waiting for that day. But finally it was Friday night.She came to my dorm room and started kissing me the second the door closed. She had me take off her shirt and I licked her nipples. Her titties were small A cups, she didn't need a bra. She liked it when I liked her tits."I'm scared, Bobby, but I am excited," she said, and she unbuttoned her pants to let me in.I went back to kissing her as I snaked my hand into her pants. My fingers lifted the edge of her panties and I kept on going down. I moved back to her nipples, slathering my tongue all around. Karmen moaned and arched her back making it easier to slide my fingers into her bush. I worked a finger onto her clit and she spasmed calling out my name.I switched tits and wormed my fingers deeper into her puss. But even unbuttoned there wasn't much space to work, so I could only push deep into her sweet pussy. She was so very juicy, I couldn't believe it."Ooooo. This feels so good," she said, as I sank my finger deeper into her vagina. She stuck her hand under my sweats and grabbed my 7 inch, uncut cock. My cock-head was dripping pre-come, as always, and she milked out more as she started jacking me. I spent several minutes just licking her nipples and fingering her pussy and she jacked off my cock.But I needed more, so I broke off and pulled out my hand. I sucked her tangy liquid off my fingers and started pulling her pants off. When she raised her ass to help me I knew she really wanted it, and I was going to give it to her. I stood over her and she took down my pants and grabbed my cock again. She slowly jacked it and watched my foreskin slide back on my cock-head. She carefully massaged my cock, each stroke brought more pre-come out until she moved in and licked it off.Karmen was mesmerized watching it, "This is the cock that gets my virginity."I knelt down but put my face into her pussy as I straddled her. She didn't miss a thing as she saw my cock coming and swallowed it whole. Over the past weeks, I had taught her how to suck me off, and she certainly did enjoy swallowing my sperm. I dove into her pussy and started licking her as we 69'd for a while.I was getting her off, I wanted her to be close to cumming before I slid my cock into her virginal hole. Her mouth went slack as her orgasm approached, and I kept fucking her mouth. I stuck a finger into her tight pussy and concentrated on sucking her clit. She had huge inner labia, the largest I've ever seen. They moved in and out with my finger so I added another to loosen her up. I heard her panting as she got closer, so I worked a third finger into her. It didn't really fit, but I tried.She started moaning and thrusting her hips up against me. I wanted her close but not actually cumming. I felt her pussy loosening up and I pulled my cock out of her pretty mouth. I swung around keeping up on her clit with my thumb, but she knew what was about to happen and her fear came back, I felt her pussy tighten back up on my fingers."You're gonna put your cock in me now, aren't you," she said."Yeah baby, just like you asked me to," I replied."OK, I think..."I went back to her nibbling her nipples and took my cock in my hand. I started rubbing her big, wet labia with my cock head, coating my foreskin with her juices. At first she was tense and nervous, so I kept at her nipples and swabbing her labia with my foreskin. I worked my cock up and down, up to her clit and down to her vagina. That did the trick and she started to ease up. With each passage of my cock, I stuck it a little farther into her vagina and swirled it a little longer across her clit.I started kissing her, she was hungry for me. I placed my cock into the entrance of her pussy and started moving my hips up and down, just a little. In and out, just at the entrance. She started kissing me deep, sticking her tongue into my mouth, something she never did. I worked my cock into her deeper a little at a time.She started humping her hips up at me as I thrust into her. Her juicy pussy was loosing up again as she got used to this new sensation, a hard cock fucking her good. Before I thought she would be ready, she was taking my whole cock into her. I bottomed out and my balls slapped her ass.She spoke as I thrust my cock into her virginal pussy, taking it's first ever cock."Oh.My.God.This.Feels.So.Good."She said as she thrust against me. I was balls deep in her tight pussy. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back and grabbed my ass in her hands."YOU'REFUCKINGME!!!"She cried out. Her tight pussy squeezed my prick, I wasn't going to last much longer.I pushed deeper into her to get her clit with my pube and I didn't pull out as far. I wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and the other under her ass. I pulled her even deeper onto my cock with each stroke. This was doing it for her, but it also made me closer to coming, too.I couldn't take it, so as I pulled my cock out, I moved to her ear and as I slid my rock-hard cock back into her I stuck my tongue into her ear. I ground her clit and grunted. My cock was going to be the very first to ever squirt sperm into her womb.She felt me tense up and knew I was about to cream her pussy for the first time. I started moaning as I felt the sperm rising in my balls."YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!!!" she screamed. Her pussy clenched and squirted juice, and started spasming as her orgasm hit. My cock started spurting thick gobs of sperm and I continued to ream in and out of her to make it even more intense. "Uuuungh, Karmen!"My sploog and her juice slicked down her vaginal walls and I plunged back into her as deep as I could. I held her tight against me and finished pumping my load inside her.As each squirt of my sperm splashed across her cervix, she moaned.Squirt"Aaah!"Squirt"Aaah!"Squirt"Aaaaaaah! I FEEL YOU COMING INSIDE ME!!"I was done for. Her pussy was full of my sperm and her cream as her pussy quivered from it's first fuck.I stayed inside her and looked into her eyes."I love you," she said.The whole dorm had gathered outside our door, they heard the whole thing, her first fuck. The place burst into applause and cat calls.I pulled my shrinking cock out of her pussy and I watched my sperm dribble out of her.Good thing she went on the pill...***I broke it off with her in the last semester of college, I wanted to screw other women and explore my bisexuality. She was devastated at that time, but I was very nice to her. We remained friends for to this day and met a couple times a year.About five years after college she was over visiting me. I was very horny and she was very sexy. We made small talk and after a few minutes I lost control. I grabbed her and pulled her tight to me and kissed her. She could feel my cock growing hard against her belly. While she was surprised, she didn't resist me, it had been 5 years since she had gotten laid, I was still her only fuck.I stuck my hand through the waistband of her skirt (it was a stretchy waistband). I stroked her clit as I continued to kiss her. She opened her legs to give me more room. She pulled my sweats off and grabbed my cock, it was dripping with pre-come. She broke the kiss."I sure missed this thing," she said huskily.I pulled her skirt and panties down and backed her up against the table. She sat on the edge and opened her legs wide and guided my cock right into her wet box. She took my cock eagerly, but she was so tight I had to work my cock slowly into her, one stroke at a time.She wrapped her legs around my waist and guided my fucking tempo and depth. She pulled off her shirt and leaned back on her hands. I grabbed her small tits and squeezed her nipples. She moaned and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock. I certainly wasn't going to last long, not long enough for her to come. I started thrusting harder."You're gonna come soon, aren't you?" she asked."Uh-huh," I grunted."You're gonna come in my pussy, aren't you?""That's your choice, sweetie.""I'm not on the pill anymore."I just fucked her harder. She hadn't said no."You know how much I want babies," she said."You want me to pull out?""You wanna make me pregnant?""Karmen! I'm cumming!"I jammed my cock into her and she held me close with her legs so I couldn't pull out."Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"And I started spurting deep inside her vagina."Oh! I can feel your sperm! I forgot about that."She watched my face as I squirted my sperm onto her cervix and into her womb. I was imagining her belly swollen with my baby and my orgasm lasted forever. My come had filled her up and started dripping down my balls and onto the floor."That was so nice," she said. "I miss fucking, but I can't find a nice man, not like you. I think you ruined me."I just kissed her and she dropped her legs, letting me go. I pulled my cock out and we watched as my sploog oozed out of her pussy. I love a good cream-pie, so I dove on her and ate her out, licking and sucking my sperm out of her pussy. It tasted so good, mixed with her sauce."OK, OK, my turn," she said. "Go get on your bed."She slapped my naked ass as I headed for my room. I lay down and she got on top and lowered her gushing puss onto my face. She simply fucked my face and squeezed my come out of her into my mouth. All the time she was jacking and sucking my cock. She was loving every second of it.After a few minutes of this her pussy started gushing clear fluid, she was getting ready to come. Suddenly she pulled off me, spun around and squatted down onto my raging cock."Come in me again, baby. I want it bad."She lay on me and rode my cock, grinding her clit against my pube and kissed me all the while. Oh my, that was so nice. I broke the kiss."You're gonna make me come fast doing that," I warned her."Well, we can't have that."She sat up and started rubbing her clit. I felt her pussy clench on my cock.Her breathing became ragged and her pussy massaged my dick. "My tits!" she screamed.I grabbed her little titties and pinched her nipples. She bounced on my cock."I'M COMING!!!" she cried.Her pussy squirted and rhythmically clamped onto my cock. She kept riding my hard cock as she came. I was close, but she started flagging. I grabbed her hips and kept pounding her hard. I was thinking about her getting pregnant and how sexy she would look as her tits filled up and her belly enlarged. I looked at her pussy where my cock was pounding her and started shooting my hot sperm up in her.I pulled her down on my hips and buried my cock deep in her and squirted my second load right into her womb.She fell forward onto me, my penis slowly deflating still inside her.A few weeks later she called to tell me that she was bleeding. No baby for her.***When I was 30 I met the woman of my dreams, a bisexual come-lover. We had great group sex with boys and girls, and after a few years started making babies of our own.When I was 37, I was having lunch with Karmen and my wife. Karmen started talking about babies and how she was getting older and still hadn't found a man worthy of marriage. I went to the bathroom and when I returned Karmen was crying and my wife was consoling her."Would that be OK, then?" my wife said."Yeah, thank you so much, you are so kind and generous," Karmen said.Clearly I had missed something.My wife looked at me with concern in her eyes, concern for Karmen. But when Karmen looked at me, her puffy eyes were full of hunger, I felt like a piece of meat left out for the wolves.Later that night my wife was fucking me, sitting atop my cock."Honey?" she said. "Would you do me a favor?""Uh, yeah, baby. Anything for you.""Would you fuck Karmen and make a baby in her"I thought this was sex play, and it made me hot."Sure, baby. I'd love to knock her up, I'd fuck her for you anytime.""OK, good." And my wife pulled off me."What are you doing?""I'm saving your sperm. You're going to need them to inseminate Karmen.""WHAT?""You just said...""I know what I said, I thought you were playing around.""No, I'm serious. Karmen really wants a baby and it's getting late for her to have one safely. She's not going to find a man in time. She likes you, and she can see our kids are amazing, so she wants you to 'donate' some sperm, and so I offered you."My cock was still hard and dripping."But... But... My penis!""Yeah, yeah, your penis, what about it. Surely you can hold off your orgasms for a few days. She'll be ovulating later this week and you have to impregnate her."My cock ached, I wanted to come so damn bad."But I wanna come now!""No! My pussy is closed until she's preggers and NO Masturbating! You have to have lots of sperm ready for her."I was speechless. My dear, sweet wife was cutting me off until I had sex with an ex-girlfriend and made her pregnant with my baby!I was to spend three nights over at Karmen's apartment, screwing her constantly while she was known to be ovulating. My wife figured that with my potent sperm it should catch Karmen on this first attempt.I was nervous when I went over to Karmen's for that first night. She met me at the door with a fire in her eyes, she wanted me to fuck her full of baby, and she wanted it bad.She had already had a glass of wine and just about jumped me. She started stripping me naked and nearly ripped off what little she had on. Her body was almost identical to her old college days. A slight paunch, and a little wrinkle around her eyes, but her little titties were just a perky as before.She pulled my head to her chest and I started licking and nibbling her pretty nipples. She started stroking my hardening cock."You know, we were going out for six months before I ever saw this thing soft...""Well it's hard for you now. ... Are you sure you want a baby?""Oh yeah. I want YOUR baby, I always have, since college. I didn't really want to take the pill, but I knew you didn't want kids then."She took me to her bed and sat on the edge.She looked at me with smokey eyes. "Please make love to me," she said...How could I possible refuse? As I moved forward her eyes locked on my dripping wet cock. "Come to Momma" she murmured, as she reached out and wrapped her hand around it. She held in right in front of her face and slowly pulled my foreskin back. After so many years of unprotected sex (only about three years of condoms total) my foreskin was easy to pull back. She hadn't seen that before and she marveled as the purple head was fully exposed."Ohhhh, that's nice," she said. She opened her mouth and I watched in anticipation as she carefully engulfed my entire cock-head in her mouth."Uuuuuuh!" I moaned. I closed my eyes as she gave me the slowest blow-job I've ever had. It was so good. She was sliding her hand along my shaft, rolling my foreskin up and down my cock-head which she fucked with her mouth. I was rock hard in moments, I was in heaven as she made love to my penis.She sucked me until my breathing got ragged and my cock started throbbing. Then she popped off my prick."Your pre-come is tasty.""Oh yeah?""It's sweet and kinda nutty. And there's lots of it."She stroked my urethra and a stream of clear liquid flowed onto her tongue."Huh-uuuh!" I moaned. She went, "Mmmmmm," and swallowed."Your turn," she said, as she pushed me down to my knees and lifted her crotch to my face.And there was her sweet puss. Easy to find clit, extra large labia, and so wet she was dripping. Mine was the first cock of only three cocks had ever been in there. She told me once that she had only three men in her life and mine was the only she allowed to sperm her.I caressed her vulva watching it stretch and fold. I tugged on her labia and a drop of juice collected at her vaginal hole. I reached in slowly and licked my tongue up from her asshole, across her perineum and into her hole, slurping up all her tasty juice. She moaned in ecstasy and I kept going, up her pussy lips and to her clit. She raised up on her tiptoes and fell backwards on the bed. I ran my tongue right up along her clit.She cried out and squirted some juice. I lapped it right up and went back to her ass and started over again. She was dancing on her toes and moaning as I worked up and down the entire length of her lovely vulva. I licked up all her cunt juice with each trip.She started to wail and I focused on her clit. I brought a hand up and started working around the edge of her vaginal opening. After the last few years with my wife, I had forgotten what a virginally tight pussy felt like. I worked my finger into her and found her G-spot. I sucked off her clit like a little cock and stroked her G-spot. She was groaning and wailing and her legs were shaking."Stop! Stop! You're gonna make me come," she screamed."And what's wrong with that?" I said from her clit."I want you in me when I come. Please, put my favorite cock in me so I can come, you're driving me crazy!"How can I deny a woman begging for my cock? I straightened up and brought my cock to her pussy. I pulled my skin back a little and speared her vagina, getting her juice onto my cock-head, spreading my pre-come all around. I pulled back and rubbed her clit with my dick. I leaked my liquid onto it and then I slid my cock back down.When I got to the bottom she hunched her ass up and shoved my cock into her vagina. Oh, she was so tight! Just like the first time, I had to work my cock into her slowly. She was squirming and moaning the whole time. She hadn't been fucked for years and all that pent up cock-lust, combined with wanton baby-making, was driving her insane.With every breath she squeezed my cock and some of her cunt-juice would bath me making it easier to fill her up. I started to ream her good, watching her labia embrace my hard prick. I love watching women bounce up and down as I screw them. I was finally fully in her. I poked her deep and felt her pussy spasm sharply on my cock."Oh! That's my cervix. Get on top of me, I want to feel you on me!"She pulled back and crab-walked up the bed, I climbed up and crawled after her. The gripped my penis and guided me back into her depths."Now fuck me good, make me come hard and give me your baby!"And so I did. I sawed my cock in and out of her wet pussy. She grabbed my ass after while and guided me to fuck her exactly as she wanted it. The pattern was to pull out and slide in, but she'd keep pulling so I'd jab her hard. This massaged her clit and forced her cervix across my exposed cock-head."Oh, yeah, that's it. Oh, fuck me!"I plunged into the deepest parts of her pussy, my cock and balls were soaked in her juice. She speeded me up, and I knew I was getting too close. I tried to think of something else, but her pussy kept squeezing my cock.I started grunting with each extra deep jab and she picked up on that."You're gonna come?""Yeah!""You're gonna come inside my pussy.""Oh, yeah!""You're gonna make me pregnant?""Oh, yeah, Karmen!"I was getting close, and so was she. She kept talking through those deep jabs."Your wife...." she said."Uh!" I grunted."Put you out...""UH!""To Stud, you fucker!""UUUHH!" My balls pulled up, my sperm was on the move."IMPREGNATE MEEEE!"She pulled me hard in her and held me there. I rocked back and forth across her clit, my cock only moving an inch inside her. Her pussy grabbed at my cock with one long spasm. Then her pussy flushed, a gallon of pussy juice squirted around my cock and she just screamed as her vagina started a rhythmic pulsing.My prick swelled up, I was holding back anticipating the onset of my own orgasm."HUH-UUUUHHHHHH!" I shouted as my orgasm washed over me. My cock jumped inside her as the first blast squirted right onto her cervix!"AAAaaaahhh!" she shouted as she felt me spurting inside her.Squirt"Aaah!"Squirt"Aaah!"Squirt"Aaah!"Squirt"Aaaaaaah!"I collapsed on top of her and we just breathed for a minute.I felt my cock softening so I raised back up and used a trick I learned with my wife, when we were intent on making a baby. I stuck my hand down to where we were still joined and placed one finger on each labia, on either side of my cock. Then, I gently squeezed as I pulled my penis out of her. Her lips acted as a squeegee stripping my sperm off my cock and keeping every drop inside her pussy.She just lay there, letting my sperm soak in."Thanks, Bobby. I wanted that," Karmen said."Anytime, sexy," I said."Yeah, well, that'll be soon."We fucked about every four hours for three straight days. We did it in different positions, but whenever I was to come, we'd finish in either Missionary or Doggy, so help my sperm stay deep inside her.My wife called every so often, to make sure I was doing a good job.Karmen said, "Oh, yeah, he's doing great. Thanks for lending him to me."And my darling wife said, "Anytime you want, but leave some for me. I think it's time for me to have another baby."Karmen had a boy exactly 38 weeks later, and my wife had another daughter 2 weeks after that. My wife has two other friends to stud me out to, and Karmen said she wants another one of my babies.I'm going to be very busy... |
threesome.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/45/threesome.txt | My husband and I were married just over a year when he suggested we do a threesome with another man and I was really taken aback with this coming from him. My husband was not a ball of fire in the bedroom and lately he had not even lasted long enough to almost make me cum, so I thought real hard about his idea. We were laying in bed, I had started to play with him and he came so fast, it splashed al over my face before I could even to react to his cumming so fast. I told him that maybe a threesome was a good idea because I really needed a cock that could fuck me long enough to make me cum. Now I am pretty decent in the figure department, five foot five inches tall, thirty four C cup, one hundred and twenty two pounds and a real nice ass and legs I am told, so I didn't think it would be hard to get a third party to join us. We decided that the next Friday we would go out cock hunting and when Friday arrived.I got dressed in a micro mini, silk blouse, thigh high stockings, three inch heels, no underwear and the silk blouse rubbing on my nipples kept them rock hard. We went to a local spot, got a table and right after the drinks arrived, so did a good looking man wanting to dance with me, so I accepted his offer. We got on the dance floor, he pulled me into him and I could feel his cock pressing against me and as we danced it got fully erect. He told me how beautiful he thought I was and how much he wanted to fuck me and my pussy was already so hot, it was dripping. We danced two numbers, went back to the table, my husband invited him to sit down, he said his name was Steve, he sat down and immediately put his hand up my skirt. My legs spread wide open all by themselves, he put two fingers in my hot cunt and talked to my husband like they were long lost friends.He was working my pussy over so good, I was panting like a dog, my husband slid his hand under my skirt and started rubbing my clit and I was now moaning out loud. It only took a couple of minutes with them both playing with my pussy and that feeling hit my pussy like a freight train and I came very vocally. Everybody around us knew what had happened and I wasn't embarrassed one bit, actually a little mad they had removed their fingers. My husband said, "Lets go honey, Steve is coming home with us." I had to stop myself from running to the car. Steve pulled me in the back with him, stripped me, put his cock at my mouth and my mouth opened like it had a mind of it's own. His cock felt so good in my mouth, it was about an inch or so bigger then my husbands and a little fatter and had the silkiest feeling to it. I sucked like a mad woman on it, I wanted him to cum in my mouth for me, but Steve had other ideas, he told me to lay back and spread my legs so his cock could taste my pussy and again, my legs seemed to open all by themselves. He put my legs over his shoulders, rammed his delicious cock home in my pussy and fucked my so hard, I was being slammed against the seat.I screamed out loud as that feeling hit my pussy again, the man was a dream come true, he really knew how to fuck a hot cunt and he fucked mine so good, I came twice before we got home. Steve picked me up out of the car and carried me naked into the house and up to the bedroom, all the time telling me to wait to I see the show they were going to put on for me. He put me on the bed, him and my husband faced each other and undressed, when they were both naked, they reached out and grabbed each others rock hard cocks and kissed. I couldn't believe my eyes, my husband holding another mans cock in his hand and kissing him, then it got better, Steve put his hand on my husbands shoulder and pushed him down. My husband went right to his knees and sucked Steve's cock into his mouth, just like he had done it before and I could see Steve was enjoying himself immensely has his eyes were closed and he had that look on his face as my husband sucked his cock. Steve started rocking back and forth and I could see he was fucking my husbands mouth and my husband now had his hands on Steve's ass, helping Steve fuck his mouth. It only took a minute or two and Steve groaned real loud, stiffened up and I knew he had shot his load of cum down my husbands throat and my husband had a look of pure joy on his face, My husband stood up, Steve bent over the bed, my husband had saved some of Steve's cum in his mouth and spit it into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. He got in back of Steve, put his cock at Steve's asshole and in one motion, drove his cock all the home in Steve's asshole and Steve moaned like a woman. My husband was now fucking Steve up the ass and Steve was fucking him back and to my amazement, he was fucking my husband back better then I do. Steve was rolling his ass around as my husband fucked him and moaning like I do and then Steve said, "Cum for me baby, fill my ass with your hot cum baby, fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard." I was mesmerized watching them, my husband was fucking this, what I had thought, was a very virile man and the man was taking the ass fucking like he was a woman. My husband had Steve by the hips and was fucking him as hard as I wished he fucked me and the he drove his cock home, stiffened up and moaned as he filled Steve's ass with his hot cum. Steve moaned again and said, "Oh yes baby, that's so fucking good baby. I love when you cum in my ass baby" and I saw his cock was hard again.My husband pulled his cock out of Steve's ass, Steve didn't even stand up, just crawled onto the bed between my legs, pushed my legs back and slid his hot, hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. He had my legs pinned back, fucking me hard, while asking me if I liked what I saw and when I didn't answer right away, he said, "Didn't you like watching your husband suck my cock and swallowing my cum? And didn't I look like a woman getting fucked up the ass by your husband, didn't you like the show baby?" I replied that I loved the show.I felt my husband get on the bed then, he got behind Steve and when Steve drove his cock all the way in me and moaned, I knew my husband was fucking him in the ass again. I was so hot, almost beyond belief, Steve fucking me, my husband fucking Steve and Steve moaning in my ear how much he loved being fucked in the ass while he fucked me. When Steve told me that, I had the biggest orgasm of my life, my ass came so far off the bed, I lifted both of them up and when they came back down on top of me, I think Steve's cock hit my spine. Steve came first and since my husband hadn't cum yet, Steve was still in me and my husband fucking him kept his cock moving in me and I had the second biggest orgasm of my life. After my husband came in Steve, we all rolled over onto the bed, but my husband made Steve stand up on the bed and I could see my husbands cum running out of Steve's asshole, but then I was in for another shock. My husband had Steve bend over and he licked Steve's asshole clean, swallowing all of the cum he could get out of Steve's ass. We lay in bed together and after a bit, I thought it was time for me to take control of this situation and I told the two guys to show me how they kissed. My husband was on his back, Steve got over him and while they French kissed, they held each others cocks, which both got hard again. I knew this wasn't the first time they were together and I asked them how long they have been lovers. Steve said about five months and I told them if they wanted to remain lovers, they would have to be my slaves and Steve would have to move in with us. They looked at each other, smiled, turned to me and together said, "Yes mistress, your wish is our command." I told them my first wish was to watch Steve fuck my husband in the missionary position so I could see if my husband could take it like a woman. I got out the KY jelly, Steve lubed my husbands ass and his cock, put my husbands legs over his shoulders and slid his cock into my husband real slow. My husband was moaning like a little whore and making little sex noises, while Steve fucked him like he was a woman. Steve was alternating fucking slow and fast and asked my husband if he liked having daddy's cock fuck him. My husband moaned, "Oh yes daddy, I love fucking your cock daddy, fuck me hard daddy, fill me up with your love juice daddy." Steve moaned real loud and shot his load into my husbands ass, making my husband moan like a woman again. I told Steve to get between my husbands legs and show me how good he sucks cock. Steve didn't even hesitate, he got between my husbands legs and went to town on my husbands cock. I could see Steve was really enjoying himself, he was sliding my husbands cock in and out of his mouth real slow, licking it like it was a popsicle and sucking hard on it. My husband was moaning again, only this time it was more of a mans moan and then my husband stiffened up, I could see Steve swallowing like crazy and I knew my husband had cum in Steve's mouth. I made them both eat my pussy after that and was surprised at how good a cunt lapper Steve was, he worked my pussy over so good, I came for him three times. I was one happy little cunt now, I had two slaves to do my bidding and Steve was a great fuck to top it off. I made them put my panties on and go make us a snack, so I could give them the new rules and I could see they both loved wearing my panties.They brought the food up, we sat in bed and ate it while I gave them my list of rules. Rule number one, From now on they will shave their whole bodies every day, because I wanted my pussies clean shaven. Two, they would now wear woman's panties every day. Three, they couldn't touch each other without my consent. Four, when we went out, they would dress like women, in case we met a man who wanted to fuck all three of us. Five, they would bathe me and shave me every day. Six, when they did the housework, they would wear maids outfits for me, but with their cocks hanging out.And the last one, they were to find me a hot lady to fuck as I have always wondered what it would be like to fuck another woman.I thought it would be nice to have a hot cunt laying with me, playing with each other, while we watched my two male pussies put a show on for us. Right now as I write this, my two male pussies are doing a sixty-nine for me and I really love the noises they make.END |
idareyou.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/56/idareyou.txt | Sometimes my husband and I like to play a game we call, "I Dare You." It all started innocently enough. We were at an amusement park, and Chad dared me to go on the big roller coaster. I did it, and then dared him to go on this scary free-fall ride. He wouldn't do it, and I said instead he'd have to do anything I wanted in the bedroom that night when we got home. He agreed, and I made him eat me for an hour. It was great. After that day, we decided to keep playing, "I Dare You," and always with the same rules. The person who wouldn't take the dare had to do whatever the other person wanted in the bedroom for an hour. One day when I lost, Chad said he wanted to extend the repayment activities to outside the bedroom. He had me dress in a real thin blouse, with no bra, and made me go to a mall on the other side of town with him, exposing my practically bare tits to everybody who wanted to look at me. Little did he know I'd been showing my body off to people in public for the last couple of years. I had no idea Chad was interested in this sort of thing, and it thrilled me to do it for him. To be able to share my exhibitionistic tendencies with my husband was a real turn-on, and when we got back to the car, Chad fingered me to orgasm right there in the parking lot. The next time Chad dared me to do something I purposely didn't do it, just so I'd lose the dare. Chad told me to put on a short tennis skirt, and a loose tank top, with no bra. He also gave me a pair of very naughty panties he'd ordered for me from a mail order catalogue, and made me wear them. They were white see through, and my pubic hair was clearly visible beneath the thin material, along with the slit and folds of my cunt. Then we went back to the mall across town again. Inside the mall, Chad told me to go to this athletic shoe store and try on shoes alone. He said he would follow me in and watch. He told me to let the clerk see my pussy, and when I did I got so wet I could smell my essence, and so could the clerk, I'm sure. The poor kid got so flustered looking up my skirt his cock got hard. I felt sorry for him, especially when I "accidentally" touched his dick with my toes. He looked up at me, startled, and I just smiled at him and said, "Oh, gee, sorry." Then I giggled. His face turned beet red, and I bet he jacked off as soon as we left the store. We walked all through the mall, and the tank top I was wearing was so loose my tits were visible through the sides of the armholes. Chad told me he could even see my nipples through the thin top, and by the time we left I told Chad my panties were so wet it felt like I'd peed in them. "Do it," he said, when we got to the car. "Do what?" I asked. "Pee in your panties. Right here, Annie. Right out here in the open." For a moment I was shocked, but then I got the strangest feeling, and I did it. I actually stood there and pissed, feeling it running down my legs and into my shoes. As Chad watched me his cock started growing. When I finished, Chad told me to get into the car, and I did. "Take them off and give them to me," he said, his eyes had a nasty look. He was unzipping his pants, and he took his cock out. It was real hard, and jism was starting to drip out the end of it. I slid the wet panties down over my feet and gave them to Chad, as he requested, wondering what he was going to do with them. "Now suck me. Blow me, right here," he said, and while I watched, he slowly brought the panties to his mouth and started sucking them. "Oh Chad," I groaned, fingering my pussy as I went down on him. I put his dick in my mouth and licked the jizz off the end of it. As usual, it was sweet, warm and slippery, just the way I like it. I couldn't get the thought of Chad sucking my piss soaked panties out of my mind, and almost immediately Chad began coming in my mouth, filling it with his thick honey-cum.I took his cock out and let some of it spray on my face, which Chad loves, then moved up next to him and kissed him. He licked the cum off my cheeks and lips, then sponged my face off with my wet panties. "Taste them," he said, his voice trembling with lust. I did, sucking deeply on the wispy underwear, tasting the acrid almost bittersweet taste of my pee mingled with the sweetness of Chad's cum. "Oh FUCK!" I cried out, fingering myself furiously as another powerful orgasm blasted through my body. "What a delicious kick. What made you think of doing something like this?" I asked, and Chad just grinned at me and said we were just getting started. Later that week, I lost another dare, and Chad told me he wanted to include a couple of friends of his in our game. When I asked who, he told me Ben and Lenny, two members of Chad's bowling team. Both of them are in their early fifties, much older than Chad and I. I'm only 28, Chad's 35, and we're both in excellent condition. Ben and Lenny are a little paunchy, and neither one is very good looking. The poor bastards are both married to fat, plain looking women. Still, they are rather sexy. I mean, the hungry way they always look at me when I go watch Chad bowl is a turn-on sometimes. To see that much admiration and desire in a couple of old geeks is a compliment. I wondered what Chad wanted me to do for, or with, them, and in a way I was getting excited just thinking about it. After bowling, Chad invited Lenny and Ben to come home with us. When we got there, he asked me to go change into something sexy while he got beers for the guys and himself. I asked him how sexy, and he just grinned at me and said, "So Lenny and Ben can see everything, baby. Your tits, your cunt, and your ass, okay? Then they're going to fuck you." My pussy was tingling so much when I got to the bedroom I had to touch it. Immediately I had an orgasm, which only made me hornier. I went to my panty dresser and got out a very sheer, sexy negligee and put it on. It was pale lavender, with lots of lace, cut low in front and very short, so short it didn't cover my pussy. Then I put on a pair of matching panties, with a big slit in front, so I could get fucked right through them without taking them off. I also put on a pair of elastic nylons, pulling them up over my thighs. I looked at myself in the mirror, and admired the slutty vision I saw there. I considered myself a picture of erotic sensuality. My large tits were straining against the thin fabric of the nighty, with my areolas and nipples clearly visible. My pussy was wet, and also clearly visible, and the panties were so narrow my cunt hair stuck out around the edges of the bikini underwear. Thrilled to be able to expose myself like this to someone other than Chad, I walked back into the living room to greet my audience. Chad had turned down all the lights, and lit several candles around the room, creating a sexy atmosphere. A sensual SADE CD was playing on the stereo, and when I walked into the room the men all just gasped. "Holy fuck!" Lenny said. "She's a fucking goddess." "Oh baby, you can say that again," Ben echoed. Basking in the attention of these horny old men, I asked Chad what he wanted me to do next. "Dance for us," he said. "Play with yourself for us. Let these guys see how wet your pussy gets when you're hot." I began to let my body sway, to and fro, in time with the sexy music. Casually I began to caress my tits, fingering the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I smiled at Lenny and Ben as I danced over directly in front of them. I was really getting hot now, and as I moved my hands down my body toward my cunt, I told them to take their cocks out. "W-what did she say?" Ben stammered. "She said to take your cocks out, like this," Chad said, unzipping, pulling his erect cock out, fondling it in front of the men. "Really?" Lenny asked, unbelieving. "Then she'll want you to fuck her, if you want, won't you baby," Chad said. "Yes. Do it," I breathed, sliding a finger inside my pussy through the slit in the panties I was wearing. The men took their cocks out and started jacking off for me. Ben was uncircumcised, and I noticed how much more foreskin he had than Lenny or Chad. Suddenly I wanted to see what it would feel like in my mouth, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and simply started sucking his cock before he could say a thing. "Ohhhh fuck," he groaned, as I pressed the tip of my tongue all around the head of his cock, sucking on the foreskin, nibbling on it, chewing it like some kind of sexy gum. "Unbelievable," Lenny gasped, and I heard Chad tell him to get behind me and fuck me. "Really?" Lenny said, and Chad said yeah, that I loved cock. "You don't have to ask me twice," he said, and I saw him unbuckle his pants and take them off. He was wearing old man's boxer shorts, and he pulled them off, too, revealing a flabby belly and thick, hard cock. His balls were swollen and tight, and when he moved behind me I reached back and pulled the edge of my panties aside so he could stick his dick in my pussy. "Hmmmmm!" I hummed, my mouth full of Ben's cock as Lenny slid his dick inside me. It felt good, different than Chad's, thicker, but not as long. A different sensation, and I liked it, especially since I was doing it in front of my husband and Ben. "Oh baby, I'm gonna cum," Ben groaned, and I reached up beneath his balls and slid a finger behind them, over his anus, rubbing it. It was all sweaty, and it didn't take much for me to push my finger up inside his asshole. That was all it took. He grunted, his cock jerked, and suddenly it was filling my mouth with thick, juicy spurts of hot cum. I sucked the cum into my mouth without swallowing, and when my mouth was full I pulled away, letting him splat a few more bursts on my face. I turned so Chad and Lenny could see me, and began pushing the cum out of my mouth with my tongue, letting it run down my chin to my neck. It felt so sexy, I wanted more. I pulled away from Lenny, forcing him to remove his cock from my cunt. Then I turned around and crawled beneath his cock. "Cum on my face," I said. "Do it all over me. Make me feel like a nasty slut!" "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!" Lenny groaned, and his cock started spurting all over me. He shot one burst into my hair, and it ran down over my forehead. Most of it landed on my cheeks, until I stuck my tongue way out. Then he leaned over and dumped a huge load of cum all over my outstretched tongue. Chad was jerking off like crazy, and I crawled over to him and took his cock inside my mouth, letting him feel the hot, mushy load of cum there that Ben and Lenny had given me. "Oh baby, I love you," he moaned, and then he, too, was pumping cum inside my mouth. Again I waited until I had a mouthful, then pulled back and let him shoot off the rest of it all over my face. When he was finished, I crawled up his body and began French kissing him, pushing the cum from the men into Chad's mouth. "Eat it," I hissed, spitting inside his mouth. "Eat all that nice, rich cream, baby. Suck my tongue, like it was a cock. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you. You'd like to suck a hot cock and have it cum in your mouth like I just did, wouldn't you." "Yes!" he hissed, and I was startled. I'd just been saying that shit to tease him. Now he was admitting he'd like to suck a cock. Amazing. I thought about it as I continued to push cum into his mouth, and I decided I'd like to see him do it. Suddenly I got an idea. "Ben, you didn't get a chance to fuck me, did you. Wouldn't you like to?" I asked, flopping down onto the couch, spreading my legs for him. "Fuck yeah, I'd like to," he said. "Then let Chad suck your cock until it gets hard so you can fuck me." Ben looked at Chad, and Chad looked at me. I told him to do it, to suck Ben's dick and get it hard for me so it could fuck me. Chad turned to Ben, then dropped in front of him, and began doing it. My husband was actually sucking a cock, right there in front of me. Ben groaned, and when he was hard, Chad grasped the cock he'd been sucking and brought it over to me, inserting it inside my pussy. Then he lay down next to me, and I had Lenny come over and give us his cock, which Chad and I both began sucking, together, until it got hard. When I felt Lenny was ready to come, I took his cock and held it against Chad's lips, jerking on it until it started spurting. some of the cum landed on my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth, savoring the taste, but most of it landed on Chad. "Open your mouth. Taste it," I said, my voice husky, consumed with lust. Chad did it, and I jerked on Lenny's cock until it was spurting more cum, directly into Chad's mouth. It was a fucking hot scene, especially when Ben started coming. He filled my cunt with jism, and when he was through I made Chad go down on me and eat that, too. It was the hottest fucking day and night of my life, and I intend to repeat it, often...END |
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isawmommysuckingsantaclaus.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/76/isawmommysuckingsantaclaus.txt | Author Note: While this is obviously a fantasy, as we all learned the cruel truth about Santa at around age 6, the other aspects of the story were taken from our friends and our lifestyle. The names have been changed to protect the guilty! This is my first attempt at writing dirty stories, so be gentile with me!***My wife, Foxy, and I decided to have a Christmas house party as we knew a number of people who didn't have family. We have what we call an alternative lifestyle or as straights call swingers. We are both in our late 30's and have been married for over 10 years without any kids. We now live in Las Vegas and have a large house with a pool and hot tub. It's really nice for throwing parties and so we decided to have a Christmas swing party in addition to our annual New Year's pajama party.In our lifestyle, parties are typically called house parties and that is kind of the acronym for a get together. Most straights don't realize what the type of party means and it is a good way to ask a new couple if they are into it or not. So if you ever hear someone speak of a house party, you can be pretty well assured that they are swingers. So if you hear that, think carefully before you answer!This year Christmas was on a Friday and we spent most of the day getting ready for the party on the following Saturday night. Amazing how much trouble it is to get your house ready for the guests to fuck each other. One of our theories is that we remove all unnecessary furniture. When people sit down, they tend to stay there and it makes others have a harder time getting to know them. If everyone has to stand up then you naturally circulate and mingle. We were always known for our parties and only invited couples that get along and didn't cause any issues. In fact we would never invite anyone we didn't know unless they were recommended by someone we trusted.Anyway, I've drifted off topic of what I wanted to tell you about. Foxy, Chrissy, Marilyn, and I had busted our buns most of the day getting all the stuff set up for the party on Saturday night. Chrissy and Marilyn are our two live-in girlfriends that have lived with us for a long time and are pretty much family.Chrissy is a big tall red head, close to 6 feet, with double D jugs and long legs. She at one time was a Playboy bunny and I was always amazed that she could pour those big jugs into that little outfit.Marilyn, is about 5'-7", with dark curly hair like my wife and big jugs also. Except Marilyn's were natural and Chrissy's were store bought. A plastic surgeon friend of ours did Chrissy's and they look really good and unless you know it, you would think they are natural.Marilyn had that sultry sexy look, with full lips, like my wife, Foxy, and Chrissy looked like a sweet innocent girl next door except for the big jugs. Marilyn was a former model and had worked at a large modeling agency in the mid-West.Foxy has probably a C cup but she wasn't sure as she never wore a bra. Her tits were perfectly formed and stuck straight out. When she got horny, her nipples would get swollen and pointed. While not near as big as Chrissy or Marilyn, I loved hers best of all.As an amateur professional photographer, I met Marilyn when she was 18 and attending a photography class for models I taught. Anyway I keep drifting off topic and will save this for another day.About 9 o'clock, I had enough cleaning and fixing so I told the girls I was going to bed. I jumped into the shower and climbed into bed. The girls said they would be along shortly but I was asleep within a few minutes.Around midnight, I rolled over and realized that the bed was empty. We normally all sleep together and so to have the bed entirely to yourself is strange. As I'm lying there in bed wondering where everyone is, I can hear some kind of noise coming from the family room.It kind of sounded like some Ho Ho Ho's but I'm thinking what's up with that. Maybe they are playing some type of Christmas music or something. Anyway I lay in bed for a few minutes trying to figure this out and finally decide to check this out.You can't imagine my surprise when I walked into the family room and saw this old guy with a white beard and a red and white suit sitting on the couch. What really surprised me was that his pants were down around his ankles folded over his black boots.There on the floor in front of him was my wife and Chrissy obviously giving him the blow job of his life and both girls were buck naked on their knees. The rear view of my wife and our girlfriend's butt gave me an instant hard on. My wife had her fingers buried in Chrissy and they were both moaning and carrying on.I couldn't believe that my wife and Chrissy were giving Santa a blow job! Plus Marilyn was sitting on the back of the couch and Santa was sucking her tits. The scene in front of me was unreal and almost obscene. How could my wife give Santa a blow job but obviously she was.Nobody was paying attention to me so I slipped out of the doorway and over to the side where I could get a better view. Well from the side, I could see Foxy's full lips sliding down over Santa's cock and she was taking it down her throat. Chrissy was sucking the side of his dick and working over my wife's beautiful jugs. Santa had a pretty good sized dick and it was really fat. As Foxy deep-throated him, I could see the bulge in her throat where his dick was.Chrissy was carefully watching wifey suck Santa's dick, obviously waiting for her turn. Chrissy loves to suck dick and when Foxy wouldn't give it up, she took matters into her own hand.I watched as Chrissy slid one long finger deep into Foxy's ass and after a couple of deep pushes, she worked a second finger into Foxy's ass.I could hear Foxy's moaning change pitch and knew that Chrissy was getting to her. As her butt relaxed, Chrissy started fucking her sweet ass harder and faster. I could see Foxy starting to get her rocks off. That only made Chrissy fuck her harder and then she bent over and started whispering into Foxy's ear. Foxy loved talking dirty and I could just imagine what Chrissy was telling my wife or promising her.All of a sudden, it was all over for Foxy. I could see her start to shake and her motions got more erratic as the groans slipped out of her mouth, still clamped on Santa's nice dick. Chrissy knew she had her and kept pounding her fingers into Foxy's ass. All of a sudden, Foxy went into one of her grand mal seizures that was a trademark of Foxy when she had a serious climax.As she jerked and thrashed around, Santa's dick slipped out of her mouth and right into Chrissy's waiting mouth. As it slid into Chrissy's throat, I doubt if Santa even knew the difference as he was obviously in a world of his own. Santa continued to rub both girl's hair as Chrissy took her turn with him.Foxy was lying on Santa's leg still jerking from her climax as she slowly came down. Chrissy continued to finger fuck Foxy's ass to keep her preoccupied as she took care of Santa.Everybody seemed to be having such a good time, I didn't want to disturb anyone so I started stroking my dick and enjoying the show. I'm watching the girls give Santa a super BJ and he is leaning back relaxing with Marilyn's big tit in his mouth.My wife has now started to finger fuck Chrissy, while she sucked Santa's nice size cock. I can hear Chrissy and can tell she is about to get her rocks off. I'm watching Foxy and I know Chrissy's wet pussy and just having a big dick in her mouth is getting her off again.I hear Foxy call Chrissy a slut and a bitch as she pulls Santa's dick out of Chrissy's mouth and completely swallows it in one motion. Chrissy has a big grin on her face as it is not too often that she can pull a trick on Foxy.Out of the corner of Chrissy's vision, she sees me standing there jacking off. Chrissy motions me over and points to her mouth. "No" I signal her and point to Santa as I want her to help Foxy finish him off.Foxy starts really working Santa's cock and he is holding the back of her head as she bobs up and down on his dick. It looks to me that Santa is fixing to give her a big present and he takes both hands and starts holding Foxy's head and making moaning noises while fucking her mouth.Foxy and Chrissy both start taking his dick all the down their throats and working him hard. They are continuing to swap and suck his dick one after the other. They often do this little trick to see who gets to take the lucky guy's load. Then they argue about who gave the best blow job.All this time I've been jacking off and about to get off with them. Suddenly I see Santa's eyes pop open and he shoves my wife's mouth down on his dick. He's grunting every time he pumps a shot of cum into her mouth and I can see my wife trying to stay on his dick as she is getting her rocks off also.When Santa's eyes open, we look at each other but he is too far gone to stop and continues to pump cum in my lovely wife's mouth. All the time, Chrissy is licking and sucking the side of his dick and trying to get her tongue in Foxy's mouth.Marilyn looks up and sees me. With a big smile on her face she walks over and kneels down in front of me. My throbbing dick is quickly sucked into Marilyn's throat and I'm so far gone myself by watching the show, I start to shoot off almost immediately into Marilyn's hot mouth.My cock is the first one that was ever in Marilyn's mouth and she has always loved to suck my dick. By the time Foxy and Chrissy had finished training her, she was a slut and professional cock sucker. Marilyn's kinky dark hair was a lot like my wife's and so it was easy to fantasize about fucking either one. Sometimes when I was getting head and could only see the top of the girl's head, I would forget who was giving me a blow job. I always had to be careful to never make out like one of the girls was better than the others.Marilyn is making these sucking noises as she sucks the cum out of my dick. I can see she is really enjoying it as the whole load is hers. Normally the girls have a rule that if one of them sucks me or someone else off then they have to kiss the other girls and share the cum.My dick gets really sensitive for a couple of minutes after I cum and Marilyn will ease up a little to let me relax before she starts in sucking and cleaning me up. Usually my wife is so busy getting her rocks off that she forgets to ease up and it's sometimes a little difficult until I get over my sensitive stage.But Marilyn never comes as hard as my wife and can keep some resemblance of knowing what's going on around her. Foxy, when she comes, is almost possessed with her jerking and shaking. Often her eyes roll back in her head and it probably scares people the first time they see it. When she comes there is no doubt.The first time she fucks a new girl or guy, they are probably a little worried the first time they see it. I can always find out if they are a good fuck or not by asking them "how was it?" If they just make some polite comment because they don't want to say your wife is a bad lay, I know that they didn't do a good job. But if they come out with a "My god, I thought she was epileptic or something!", then I know that they did okay.After I finish pumping my load into Marilyn's sweet mouth, she looks up at me and grins. She loves having me cum in her mouth and she looks so sexy with cum running out both sides of her mouth and on her lucious full lips. She opens her mouth a little and using her tongue pushes some of the cum out on her lips before sucking it back in. Then with a big swallow, takes it down and opens her mouth for inspection. Sometimes she reminds me of a dog when he does a trick and expects a treat. So I rub her head and lean over to give her a kiss.By this time Santa is trying to get his pants up because he's afraid he is in trouble and the girls are continuing to kiss and play with his dick.I say, "Relax Santa, everything is cool. But what I want to know is what are you doing here? Besides these overgrown kids, there are no children in this house. Obviously only horny girls."Santa said, "Well I guess I got confused and came here instead of your next door neighbor. When I came down the chimney, there were three beautiful naked girls hanging ornaments on the tree. Then one said 'Oh my gosh Santa, we don't have any milk and cookies for you. We are bad girls.' Then the next thing I knew, I was on the couch getting the nicest blow job of my life."I said, "Well I hope that made you feel as good as milk and cookies."With that, Santa gave a big "Ho Ho Ho", grabbed his bag and slipped back up the chimney.ENDCopyright Larry Archer, 2013, all rights reserved. |
howitstarted.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/60/howitstarted.txt | It all started one night, years back, when my friend was at our house playing cards with us. Just your normal card game, not strip poker or anything like that. AS it was a hot night, no AC, my wife was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. A button down top with the shorts bottom. My wife has blonde hair and at that time, 36C tits, and a sweet ass that got plenty of looks from guys. As we were playing cards, I accidentally slid one of her cards off the table. I never thought much about it, until I dealt the next card to my friend. It was then that I noticed his eyes were on my wife and not on my dealing. It was just a quick glance, but enough that I noticed it. I acted as though I was busy dealing and hadn't seen him, but it had got my attention, and my mind racing. Different emotions were going through my mind. At first I was pissed, but the more I thought about it, it kind of excited me! Hell, if the situation had of been reversed, I'd have done the same thing. After that, I noticed once in awhile when he was dealing, he would "accidentally" slide a card of the table - always hers of course.I also noticed, when he thought no one was looking, he'd adjust himself from time to time. After awhile, I decided that he'd had enough peeks for this night. Then I thought, why not one more?I said, "Well, we'd better call it a night. It's getting late". They agreed and we said we'll have to play again next weekend. My friend was REAL quick to announce that he thought that was a good idea, as he had nothing else planned. To end the night, as I went to pick up the cards to put them away... wouldn't you know I knocked them ALL on the floor. Hehe!As I cussed, they both were on the floor picking them up. I picked very few up, as I was busy stealing glances, at my friend stealing glances down my wife's top (unknown to her). After thanking him for helping pick up the cards, I said, "Same time next weekend, don't forget."He assured us he'd be here. All I really wanted at this point was for him to get the hell out of here.When he finally left, I was excited but nervous at the same time. It felt like my chest was about to explode I was so excited. On the other hand, I almost felt sick to my stomach. What would my wife think? Not only my friend seeing down her top, but me even making sure he got more opportunities. I decided to get right to it and find out her reaction. He had barely pulled away from the house, when I put her hand on the front of my shorts. She felt my hard-on and said, "What the world brought this on?"I said, "I noticed Craig (not his real name) looking down your top tonight."She looked at me in disbelief, saying, "Oh he did not!"I kept trying to convince her I was telling the truth. I asked her if she hadn't noticed he tended to manage tossing a few of her cards in the floor. After she still didn't believe me, I told her I knew how to prove it. I had her set in the chair she had been in. I went and got a small mirror she used when she brushed her hair. I got a card out and tossed it in the floor, then I sat in the chair he had been in. I told her to pick up the card, like she had all night long. When she did, I said, "Stay just like that! Now look in the mirror at what he got to see."When she looked up, I could tell then, that she knew he'd seen all of her tits. At first she was pissed. She was going on about the next time she seen him, she'd tell him she didn't appreciate him looking down her top like that. I told her, she should be proud, that he was interested in looking at them and how really it was a compliment to her. She seemed to settle down after awhile and the subject was dropped and we went to bed. We had been in bed awhile, watching TV and she said, "I still can't believe he was looking down my top. Could he really see all of my tits?" I told her she'd looked in the mirror, she'd seen it all hadn't she? I commented how he was most likely jacking off at this very moment! I couldn't help but notice, her eyes had that glassy look to them, so I decided to see if I were correct in my thinking. I rolled on my side and in one motion, slid my hand into her pajama bottoms. Sure enough! My fingers slid right in... My two middle fingers slid right in to the knuckles. Her pussy was completely soaked!She immediately moaned and arched her back, raising her ass completely off the bed, bucking violently... She had cum already. I fingered her a bit, slowly in and out at first. I said, "So, it turns you on knowing he's seen you tits, doesn't it?" At first she said no, but I mentioned how soaked she was and how she'd cum, almost as soon as my fingers went in her pussy. She finally admitted she was turned on, the more she thought about it. She asked if I were mad about all of it, and did I really believe he was playing with his cock thinking about seeing her tits?. I again put her hand on my cock. This time I asked her if it felt to her like I was mad about it. And told her that I was positive he was doing just that. In response, I told her to get her pajamas off and get on her knees. As soon as she was in that position, I slid my cock in all the way with no problem. I'm only average in length, but have a thick cock. You couldn't tell it right then, though. I started fucking her hard, slamming my cock into her soaked pussy. The faster I fucked, the harder she wanted it. I was ready to cum way quicker than I wanted. The excitement of the events was more than I could hold back. I pulled out of her pussy and shot a huge load! It went from her ass, all the way up to her hair. It seemed as if I couldn't quit cumming. After we'd both finally regained our composure, we started talking about it again. She asked me if I were sure that I didn't mind my best friend, seeing his wife's tits. I reassured her that no, it actually turned me on knowing that he'd seen them. Then I added, "Maybe next weekend, we can make sure he gets some more peeks at them."She wanted to know what I meant. I told her that her pj's obviously worked, so she would wear them again and I'd be sure and "accidentally" slide a few cards off the table and I was sure he would do the same. If she were willing and wanted him to see down her top, I suggested she use the excuse that the cards were slick and hard to pick up off the floor. That would give him a little extra time to get a good look at those tits of hers. She said, "We'll see. I'll think about it." We both knew, there was no doubt, she'd be more than ready, by the next weekend. END |
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showinghertomyfriends.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/69/showinghertomyfriends.txt | Ann arrived about ten thirty. Ann has to dress nice at her work place. She was drop dead gorgeous in a woman's business suit. She always wore stockings and medium heels. Her skirt hem was just barely above her knees and she had on a blazer buttoned up the front. The blazer hid a pair of pretty breast and the skirt did nothing to show off the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. We kissed and she took off her jacket and kicked off her shoes now I was looking at a frilly skin toned bra under a sheer blouse and could see the shape of those beautiful 36 D cup tits. I told her she looked fit to eat. I asked what was under her skirt, she pulled it all the way up and showed me a skin colored garter belt and a tiny matching triangle bikini panty. She turned and her lovely ass was bare except for the garter straps and the string of her panties up the crack of her ass. She asked me if I was hungry for that to. More kisses and we moved to the couch. I got us drinks, I had a beer she had wine. We talked about her having to be at the office while new printing equipment was delivered to her division that morning. I told her about Casey coming to see me that morning, catching me getting out of the shower and my leaving him to make coffee while I dried off. I explained about leaving the pictures on the coffee table the night before. I had planned to put them back in the lock box and hide them in the closet this morning. I told her of drying off and slipping into shorts and a shirt. I told of how I found Casey standing there over the coffee table looking at them. Ann was upset. She wanted to know all I knew about him. She wanted to know what I had told him about her. She asked if this guy might try to get in touch with her. After I had answered all of her questions she calmed down. She asked me what he had thought of the pictures. I told her of Casey sporting a "hard-on" when I had come in and what he had said about giving a nut to take some pictures of her. I told Ann about Casey's father being one of the two Partners of the firm and that Casey had married the daughter of the other Partner. I told her of them having three kids and his wife Leigh losing interest in sex after the last one. I explained that Casey could lose his job and a chance for a great future if he screwed up. Any sort of scandal could do that. Ann asked if I thought he really might want to take pictures of her. I could tell she was intrigued by the thought. I gave her the pictures I had taken of Casey one by one. The first two of him in front of the fire place brought out, "Mm, nice looking guy," from Ann. The next of him with his shirt off brought "Good shoulders." The next of him in just his under shorts, "What a hunk!" But when she saw him nude from behind she said that he had almost perfect buns, nearly as good as mine. The frontal shot of him with a hard dick pointing at her brought from her, "Jesus he has a beautiful cock and balls!"Ann put the pictures down. She asked for more wine, Ann doesn't drink much, she usually has just one. I guess she wanted some liquid courage. I filled her glass that time. Ann wanted to know how I would feel letting another man see her nude and take pictures of her. I told her that as long as our relationship was not changed I could consider it as being like her showing the pizza delivery guy all of her nude body the night before. Ann is really smart, that pretty face hides a brilliant mind. Ann took my hand and said, "Listen BIG-R, we're not talking about a pizza guy getting a peep at me through a mirror and with a locked door between him and me. We're talking about a seriously intimate erotic situation. Suppose I like him and want to let him touch me."I told her I could handle that. "Suppose I get horny and want to let him fuck me."I told Ann I could handle that too. Ann then said that she would not even think of it if she were not completely in control. "Suppose I don't like something he does or says and I want to call it off. Suppose I just don't like him and I get out of here is that going to affect your job?" she asked. I told her that my job was not in danger no matter what. I promised her she could be in control. Ann took the last sip of her wine and gave me her glass to fill again. She said, "I'm going to regret this probably but you can set this up BIG-R, I am going to try this just one time."I kissed her and then got on the phone to Casey. I told him to come on over. I asked Ann if she would remove her bra and wear just her blazer over her sheer blouse. I asked her if she would take that tiny little string bikini off. Ann got her blouse off and then the bra, I got a chance to kiss and suckle those long hard nipples, then she put her blouse and blazer back on. She lifted her skirt up and asked me to take off her tiny panties. I kissed around down there but I finally got that job done. Casey was soon ringing the bell. I let him in and introduced him and Ann. I offered drinks, Casey had a beer with me, Ann said later, not now. Casey had put a bag on the table as he came in, Ann asked what was in the bag. Casey told her he had bought film and a new camera. Ann told Casey that "BIG-R" had told her he wanted to take a few pictures of her. She asked if we were ready to start. Casey and I loaded our cameras. Ann was standing in front of the windows, the perfect model of the bright but prim and proper department head of a big corporation. I got a shot of that pose. Ann told us she was warm and would one of us like to take off her suit coat for her. Casey moved right in but he fumbled with the buttons so long Ann told him she would do the buttons. Ann had the buttons in a second and turned her back to Casey and slipped the coat off her shoulders. Casey caught it and stood there and gawked. He was looking at her bare back through a sheer blouse and it was for sure she had no bra on. Ann turned around and told us she was still warm and asked if we would mind if she took off her blouse. I mumbled, "Not at all."Casey croaked something. His eyes were glued to the finest tits he had ever seen. Ann began un doing the tiny buttons on her blouse and was nearly down to her waist when she turned her back to us. Facing away she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slipped that wisp of fabric off her shoulders. She held it out and turned toward us with it in front of her. She asked Casey if he would hold it for her. Poor bastard just made a groaning noise. I took her coat from Casey and the blouse from her and hung them on a chair. Ann walked around Casey and sat on the couch. She asked if we were not going to take pictures she told us she would be glad to pose at any time. I asked if she would pose for me with her skirt off. She told me she would if I would take it off for her. I got her back on her feet and had the snap open at the waist and the zipper down in a second. Her loose skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. I took pictures of her front and back and one with one of her feet on the foot stool and her pussy showing. Casey took a few of her. Ann told us that now we had to get totally nude to if we wanted her to pose for any more pictures. Casey and I stripped and Ann walked around us and looked us over. Nice looking guys she said. She asked us to sit on the couch while she shot some film of us. She took several of our hard pricks with my camera and ran it out of film. She handed the empty camera to me and asked me to load it while she looked Casey over thinking of how she might want him to pose for her. Ann got on her knees between Casey's legs and put her hand on his testicles and felt them then she put the other hand on his shaft. I saw his prick jump and watched as he squeezed the base of it under her hand. Casey half shouted, move I'm cumming. Ann called him a sweet guy and told him she would take care of it, she took his cock head in her mouth and took his fingers away that were holding the spurts in his cock. Ann sucked it all down.When Casey was through and Ann had licked his prick dry she sat back on her heels and asked him where all that had come from. How long has it been since you had an orgasm she asked Casey? Casey told her it had been a month. Ann wanted to know why, he was married, did they only fuck once a month. Casey told Ann that it would be every three years if his wife had her way. Ann asked if she hated him for some reason. Casey told her he thought Leigh (his wife) still loved him, at least she said she did, but she was no longer interested in sex. Ann asked him what had brought on sex a month ago. Casey told of going to a party given by one of Leigh's friends from college days. Leigh was not much of a drinker so she drank punch not knowing that it was spiked with one hundred ninety proof grain alcohol. Leigh got drunk, Casey had gone to the game room and shot pool, he had not known Leigh had gotten drunk he assumed she and a few of her old friends were re-hashing old memories. Leigh had felt as if she needed fresh air and had gone to a dark part of the terrace out back. A nice looking young guy had wandered by and asked her if he could get her a drink or something. Leigh had slurred some remark about having too much already. The guy had told her she was alright. Really she looked better than just alright he told her. He bet there was not a prettier pair of tits at this party. Leigh tried to leave but the guy had hugged her arms down to her sides and began to play with her tits through her dress. He began to force his hand down the neck of her dress and Leigh told him she would let him play with her breast, just do not tear the dress. Leigh had opened the zipper down to her waist and pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and the cups down. The guy was sitting on the wall with Leigh between his legs sucking her tits. one of his hands went under her dress and to her pussy he pushed her panties aside and put first one then two then three fingers in her. Leigh said she was not able to stop him until he used both hands to take his cock out. She knew she was going to get fucked if she did not get away from him. Leigh ran, the guy just disappeared. Leigh was drunk and had cried all the way home. After he got her to the bed room she told Casey all that had happened. As Casey got her in bed Leigh had wanted to prove to him she still loved him. She wanted him to fuck her to prove she was forgiven for nearly letting a strange guy fuck her at the party. Leigh had needed forgiveness for hours. Ann asked Casey if he believed all that crap. Casey asked her why not. Ann told him that the story just did not sound logical. Casey asked why. Ann told him that any woman could get her arms free from a hug if she struggled. But if she had been to too drunk to do that she had not been so drunk she could not unzip her dress and give him her tits to play with. Leigh had to be lying about him getting three fingers into her. A woman's pussy had to be wet from excitement for that to have happened. Ann told Casey it was much more likely that Leigh had in fact had enough to drink that when someone had come on to her she had become horny enough to go off to some where private and gotten her pussy a good fucking. A few more drinks and Leigh was wanting some more. Casey had been her answer, the one to cool that fire in her belly. I changed the subject. I asked Casey if he was ready to take more pictures. Casey was and Ann was to. I asked Casey to get one of me taking off Ann's garter belt and one of me removing one of her hose. Dam that was hot work. I had to play with that smooth skin up to her crotch for a long time. Ann finally made me stop and take off the dam stocking. It was Casey's time, he fumbled around worse than I did. He could not take his eyes off Ann's pussy and she finally took that one off herself.We were all fully nude then. Ann wanted Casey to take a few of her on top of me fucking. I was glad, I was beginning to get a stone ache from staying hard way to long. Ann lay back on the bed and I started kissing her face then her neck and shoulders. Those long nipples got all my attention for a few minutes then I moved down. Ann likes fore play, she hates to be in a hurry with sex. If there is not time to slowly build up to it then wait and have the fuck some other time. I usually let her set the pace for our loving. I moved my kisses to her navel, she is sensitive there. Only a minute there though because both of her hands were pushing my head down. I kissed her soft wet lips and found her huge clit with my tongue. I pushed the hood back and sucked it between my lips (it is like a tiny prick). I was lashing her clit hard with my tongue, and I had one hand above my head roughly twisting a nipple on a tit. I slipped two fingers under my chin and worked them into her vagina. I started letting my fingers do the walking looking for her "G" spot. I must have found it because she let out a scream and convulsed so hard I had a hard time hanging on to her. It was a world class climax. I sat up on the bottom of the bed still between her legs and asked Casey if he got a few shots of that. Casey said he had and asked if Ann was alright. I told him she was fine but that it took a little while for her to get back from the Never-Never-Land that she went to when she had a big climax. I got off the bed and went in the bath for a soul satisfying pee. I put a cover on my hose when I came back and kissed Ann. She was back with us and asked me to lay down by her.Ann likes to be on top most of the time, she has more control and I get a chance to play with her tits. All the erotic shit taking place since she got to my apartment was enough to cause a girl to go into a fucking frenzy. Or do I mean a frenzy of fucking. Ann mounted that man meat and began an easy pumping motion. My cock hitting her cervix caused her to have a climax. Ann howled like a hurt dog while having her first climax, she screamed the second time, bellowed like a calf hunting it's momma the third time and began to groan about how good it felt the last few times. I wanted to shoot that juice, my nuts ached as if they had been run over by a loaded dump truck. I had the best orgasm I had all day. (As a matter of fact it was the only one I had so far that day) Ann began to cry, real tears and sobs as if her dog had been killed. I knew that this climax was to be her best one. She went on and on and on deep in Never-Never-Land. Finally Ann fell off on to the bed and looked as she were no longer with us. I got free and eased off the bed. I looked at that shrunk up little thing down there and asked a wide eyed Casey how he thought it had managed to survive that. Casey just shook his head. I told Casey that Ann would recover and be fine in a few minutes and it would be his time then. I really do not know if Casey wanted to stay or not. He was still there when I came back from removing the condom and washing off. I rolled Ann over and kissed her eye lids and licked her lips, I pinched the nipples of her tits and sucked hard on them some and then I told her she had to come back now. She finally mumbled something like, "I donwanna go away, I'm not gonna come back no more ever again anymore." That translates to, "Give me another minute or two!" Ann moaned and asked someone to help her sit up.Casey was there and half lifted her into a sitting position on the side of the bed. She asked if he would help her get to the bath room. She told him she neededto go bad. Casey helped her get to the bath and then onthe commode. He came on out and asked me if she was drunk. I told him yeah she was drunk on sex. Ann was out in a few minutes She was back alive, and with us. Normal anda happy girl!I told her that I wanted to get a few shots of her and Casey on the bed. I asked if she was up to that. Ann acted as if my even asking was not appropriate. Sure shewas! Ann put a condom on Casey's hard cock and asked himwhat position he liked best. Casey was honest, he told heranyway was fine with him. Ann told Casey to wait as long as he could before cumming. She told him to just lay down she would do all the work . They began, Ann mounted him and began slowly taking him in a bit at a time. There was no hurry, it was a gentle kind of loving, this was a radiant beautiful woman with a nice cock in her. How close to heaven could a woman get ??? They fucked a long time, she put Casey's hands on her tits and began to tease her clit with her fingers. Ann began to breathe hard and she squeezed her eyes shut. I knew she was about to get off. She began to pound up and down on him and moan as if she were in pain and was dying. After it was over she lay down on his chest and rested. I had taken several pictures, there was a good one of just Ann's face as she was about to cum. I asked Casey if he had got off and he said he had not. I told him he would yet just be patient. Ann sat up and feeling that hard cock still in her she began to fuck it again. She was fired up and began havingshort quick orgasms. Casey held off as long as he couldand then told her he was about to cum in her. She had hers going when he started his, they finished together. Ann almost ran to the bath, she sat on the potty and grinned at us through the door. She got up and wiped and then Casey had his turn. Ann went to the kitchen table and asked to see all the pictures. They were scattered everywhere but we gathered them up and piled them on the table. She looked at every one, some she put in one pile, those were all of she and me. Another pile were ones that had Casey in poses that he could be identified in. One more pile were mostly of her or of her and one of us where neither Casey or I could be identified. We looked at all of them, we had used ten packs of film. There were one hundred exposures, less what were still in the cameras. We picked out bad shots, those that were not well done and those that just had not turned out worth saving. Ann asked Casey if he would like to destroy those in which he could be identified as none were leaving this place with her in them. Casey thought he should destroy those of him. Ann gave him those pictures and the bad shots to take to the fire place and burn, Casey took some old news papers and burned those. I got Casey and I a beer and a glass of wine for Ann. When he was back at the table Ann told Casey she thought he had a really big problem concerning his marriage. She asked him if he realized how abnormal his marriage had become, a husband with a wife that never wanted sex yet there were three children from years past. Why, had she become a lesbian and did not want a man to touch her. Did she have a lover and was being true only to him? What was Leigh's problem? He really needed to know. Ann asked him what he thought of taking some of the photos home, of telling Leigh he had borrowed them from a fellow employee's desk who was out of town, and letting her look at them for several days. I butted in then and told her I had met Leigh at several company functions and she probably would recognize me in the photos. Ann said that should make the story more plausible. She thought then we should meet socially, have dinner but pick a place where we could dance and become intimate on the floor. Ann thought she and Casey should give Leigh and "BIG-R" a chance for enough privacy for me to make a move on her. If Leigh was not interested or acted as if a man was not her bag then Ann would find out if women were. END |
girlfriendtraining.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/79/girlfriendtraining.txt | Some years ago, I dated a cute girl in her late teens named Angie. She was of average height, with shoulder-length dark hair. And although she was a little heavier than some, she remained a very pretty girl. Her best feature however was her big, saggy, breasts.Angie grew up with very conservative values. I'm sure that before we met, she would never have dreamed she would one day end up baring her entire body naked for strangers at my request.There were a few incidents early in our relationship where I 'dared' her to show off to strangers in public. You know the kind of harmless flashing that girls' do. I would coax her into flashing her tits as we drove in my car. All this was very exciting, but I had never shown her off to anyone I knew personally. I really got off on showing off Angie's big tits. I used to watch when my friends came over how many times they stole a glance at my girlfriend's big chest.One time, my friend Jeff and I were watching TV at my girlfriend's apartment. Angie was in the kitchen. She called out to us, "You guys want something to drink?""Sure, great!" we replied.Jeff joked, "This is great service." That gave me an idea. I went into the kitchen where Angie was preparing a couple of drinks for us. I came up behind her and started kissing her neck. She got into it and before she knew what was happening, I had her shirt almost pulled off."What are you doing?" she said in protest. "Jeff's here!""Don't worry," I said. "He can't see!" With that I pulled her shirt over her head and completely off. I dropped it on the floor and went back to kissing her. This time she was quite aware that I was undoing the 3 bra clasps behind her back."He could walk in any second!" Angie protested."I know what I'm doing," I assured her.I undid her bra and slipped it off her, releasing her tremendous soft D-cup tits to the cool air of the kitchen. Her nipples immediately swelled. I played with them with my fingers for a moment. Angie moaned softly as I cupped her left breast in my hand and stuffed her nipple into my mouth.I pointed to the 2 glasses on the counter. Angie turned and picked them up. She extended the glasses to me to take them. I quickly moved behind her and pushed her towards the living room door. Angie jammed on the breaks. "What do you think you're doing?!" she demanded."You're my slave girl today and you're going to serve us," I replied, taking advantage of our roleplaying in bed that we've done before."Not like this I'm not!" she said and frantically searched the floor with her eyes for her shirt. She lurched forward as I gave her another push. The jolt made her big orbs jiggle. She crossed her arms as best she could while still holding the drinks.I took her head in my hands and planted a long kiss on her lips and told her how Jeff had confessed that he secretly longed to see her naked tits. I told her what an amazing turn on it would be for me to see my girlfriend topless in front of my friend. "And besides," I told her, "he's my best friend! He wouldn't tell a soul."She stood motionless considering this. I took her shoulders and turned her around to face the living room entrance again. I heard her say 'I can't believe I'm doing this'. It took only a little force this time to push her up to the door and through it.As we walked I watched over her shoulder as Jeff came into view. His eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of my girlfriend wearing only a pair of shorts."Angie has something for you," I said. I quickly sat down in on the couch and looked over my half-naked girlfriend standing before us. Her face was turning a lovely shade of red as she stood there holding 2 glasses. She was holding them so as to cover - or try to cover her breasts. Jeff got his first glance at her big, pink nipple as she extended her arm to hand him a drink. She had to lean forward to pass him his glass which had the extra benefit of letting her big, round tit hang away from her body. Jeff smiled approvingly. Angie's face was SO red. The humiliation must have been intense. The moment Jeff had his drink, Angie slapped her free hand over her chest and managed to cover most of her bare tits with one arm while she handed me my drink."Now THIS is what I call service!" Jeff said."Basically Jeff," I said, "Angie is my girlfriend and her body is my property. If I want to show it off, it's my call." The logic seemed appropriate at the time. Angie bought it anyway.After Angie handed me my drink she quickly covered her big tits with both her arms. She turned to leave."Stop," I said. Angie stopped. "Whose tits are those?" I asked pointing to her pale white breasts.Angie thought for a moment. All she wanted to do was scurry back into the kitchen and end this humiliation. But at the same time, I could tell she was getting turned on by all this attention. "Yours," she said quietly. She was looking anywhere but at Jeff or me."And why did you serve us drinks topless?" I asked.Angie shifted one arm to cover both breasts and covered her face with her other hand. Even though she was facing us, she couldn't bear to look at us. The embarrassment was killing her. "Because you told me to," she said."That's right. Now take your arm down," I said. Angie took her hand off her face and covered her chest with it again. She looked away."Did you hear me, Angie? Take your hands away from your chest completely. In fact put them behind your back."Reluctantly, Angie put one hand behind her back leaving her arm across her boobs. She knew what was next."Whose tits are those?" I asked her again."Yours," she said. She closed her eyes. Her cheeks were almost bright red. I looked over at Jeff. His eyes were locked on Angie's chest."Take your arm and put it behind your back," I said calmly. A moment passed. This was the moment of truth. She froze deciding what to do."You wanna see 'em?" Angie asked. "Here!" And with that, she dropped her arm and placed both hands on her hips. For the first time in her life, Angie was exposing herself to two men at the same time. Jeff and I gazed at Angie's fully exposed, over-sized tits. Not a detail of her jugs could be missed in the harsh light of the living room. Her shoulder-length dark hair contrasted the pale-white of her fleshy boobs. Her pink nipples were like rocks.After a moment had passed, I said, "See, now that wasn't so bad! How do you feel?""How the fuck do you think I feel?" she said in mock-sarcasm. "I'm standing here half-naked in front of your friend!"I decided to push my luck. "Put your hands behind your head so Jeff can see you in all your glory," I told her.She rolled her eyes but raised her arms and placed them behind her head. This had the effect of tightening her tits a little and making her feel even more like she was on display."Can I go now?" she asked. I could tell she was secretly loving it, but I decided I had had enough fun for the moment and I let her go. Jeff and I talked for a while. We talked about Angie, and her body. We talked about his girlfriend, and how she had much smaller tits. I asked him if his girlfriend ever shaved her pussy. He said that she did a bit, but only in the summer to wear bikinis.I called Angie back into the room. When she returned, I noticed she had put her t-shirt back on."Did I say you could put that back on?" I said.This time, with only a loud sigh as protest, Angie pulled the shirt up and over her head, re-exposing her breasts to us."Give me the shirt, 'cause you won't be needing it anytime soon," I said. Angie handed me the shirt and this time, she put her hands in her pockets, not bothering to try to cover herself. I could tell she had more confidence now. I suspected she had been listening to our conversation, and was a little more eager now to do my bidding."Tell Jeff what we did last night," I said.Angie looked at Jeff and said, "We took a bath together.""And what did I shave?" I asked.Angie's eyes grew big. She shot me a look. "What do you mean?" she asked."You can tell him, or showing him would even be better," I said. Angie thought for a moment. "He shaved me," she said mumbled."Pardon?" said Jeff, getting in on the act.Angie looked away. The redness returned to her face. "He shaved my pussy!" she said shouted."Come here," I told her. Angie slowly walked over to me. She stood in front of me, between the couch and the coffee table. I reached up to unfasten her white shorts. She immediately grabbed at my hands. I looked up at her with a blank expression. She looked back at me and slowly... very slowly, dropped her hands."Fine," she said, "You want to see me panties? Go ahead!" She knew damn well what I had in mind. But she tried to save some face by pretending I wasn't about to show off her naked cunt.I continued to unzip the fly on her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Angie was now standing before me wearing nothing but a pair of white panties with a little embroidered pink flower as they're only decoration."These are nice," I said snapping the elastic waistband, "Are these new?"Angie didn't answer.I took her hips and turned her to face Jeff who was sitting at the other end of the couch, eyes wide. Then, I took Angie's hands and placed them on the waistband of her panties and sat back."Take them off," I said. "Show Jeff what a nice job I did shaving your bush and how sweet it looks!"Angie didn't move. I moved my legs so they rested on the coffee table with Angie between them, preventing her from leaving."No way," she said. "I am NOT going to stand here naked in front of you two!"But she didn't move. We waited. She knew that if she did this - if she stripped nude for us she could never undo it. Jeff would always know exactly what she looked like naked. Angie's fingers fidgeted in the elastic of her panties. Slowly, very slowly, Angie pulled the elastic waistband down exposing her ass to me. Then she pulled them back up."I'm not doing this," she said. I said nothing. A few moments passed. Angie agonized over the decision, then finally, peeled her white panties down over her ass, over her hips, and continued to bend over, slowly pulling them down until they reached her knees. Her big nude tits hung away from her body in an almost pornographic pose. She released her panties and let them drop to the floor. She stood up covering her box with her hands. Her eyes were shut tight. I reached out and gently pulled her hands away from her pussy.Jeff's jaw dropped. His eyes danced all over my now-naked girlfriend standing before us. I dropped my legs so Jeff could get a full view of my naked girlfriend. Her pussy was indeed shaved. There was only a small strip about 2 inches wide of dark-brown pubic hair above her smooth pussy-lips.No one spoke. I could hear Angie's breathing. It was very hard. I noticed her hand was shaking - ever so slightly. Her head was turned away. She wasn't smiling. She was completely humiliated."Nice!" Jeff said, breaking the silence. Angie didn't smile. I began to touch Angie's naked body. I told Jeff how I decided how much hair to trim. As I spoke, I traced my finger over her pussy, showing where her pubic triangle had previously ended. I took my time."Feel how smooth this is," I said to Jeff running my fingers gently over the shaved area beside her small tuft of curly pubic hair.Jeff hesitated, and then reached out and stroked his fingers over the shaved area. "Ya, smooth," he said.Finally, I looked up at my nervous girlfriend. "Are you okay?" I asked."Ya," she replied. Something had changed. She was more relaxed now. She even smiled. "Are you guys done?" she asked. It was as if something had snapped inside her. Like all of a sudden, she'd decided it didn't matter that she was standing there naked us. "Should I bother getting dressed?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. She looked at Jeff."Uh, hey, whatever," stammered Jeff.And then she surprised the hell out of us both. She lifted her leg and put her foot on the coffee table, spreading her legs for us."You never answered, Jeff. What do you think of my pussy?" she asked.I was completely floored! Angie was now playing the game. She reached up and cupped her big beautiful tits squeezing them together. "And my big tits? Do you like them Jeff?" she asked."Uh, ya! They're great!" Jeff said nervously. He had no idea what was happening or why Angie's personality had changed."I see you looking at them all the time," she teased, looking him straight in the eye. "I'm glad you finally got a chance to see them."I was dumbfounded. For the first time, I had nothing to say. Suddenly my sweet girlfriend whom I had enjoyed manipulating was turning into a slut before my eyes!Instead of grabbing her cloths and running from the room as I expected, she sat down between us on the couch and watched TV for a while. Eventually she left the room, but when she returned, she was still completely naked!From then on, things were different. It wasn't uncommon for instance, when I had Jeff over, for Angie to walk through the living room after a shower wearing nothing but a towel on her head. One sunny afternoon, the 3 of us suntanned nude in my backyard.That night I remember giving Angie the fucking of a lifetime. It was wild. We were both so turned on. I can still recall her whispers in my ear as I pounded her pussy."Did you like it when I showed my big tits to your friend? Do you like it that I spread my legs and showed him my pussy? Do you think Jeff liked my cunt? Do you want me to fuck him next time? Or maybe strip for him and suck your best friend's cock? Would you like to see that? Would you like to see me sucking Jeff's dick while you fuck me from behind? I will you know. You can make me do anything. "You can strip me in public if you want. Show off my big fat tits. Or suck off every one of your friend's dicks and swallow their cum! Maybe you want them to cum on my face instead? Ten guys shooting their loads on my face while I kneel before them, absolutely naked. Mmmmmm... I love getting fucked... I love knowing Jeff has seen me completely, absolutely, bare-ass naked. I bet he jerks-off thinking about my cunt. The cunt you're fucking right now..."Angie had taken the first step into becoming the slut I had always wanted her to be...THE END, or the beginning?Anyone with comments or similar stories of training your girlfriend, feel free to email me: [email protected] |
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amber.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/73/amber.txt | I knew when I came to work today it was going to be a very hot day. I brought a lot of extra sun screen so I wouldn't burn too badly sitting on the high seat overlooking the pool. School was out for the summer and there were a lot of kids of all different ages enjoying the cooler and relaxing water. But, sometimes, kids being kids, things happen. I work here at the public pool as a life guard, and there has been a couple of times in the recent past things did happen. Fortunately, nobody was seriously injured, or even worse.I climbed the short distance to get comfortable in the seat and adjusted the umbrella hanging over the top of me to get the best benefit of it, not only blocking the sun, but to be able to capture a little of what breeze there was blowing today. It wasn't much of a breeze, but, since it was so early in the morning, I knew there was a strong possibility of a stronger breeze blowing as it most normally does this time of the year.I applied some of the sun screen over my exposed legs and arms, around my neck and face. I don't normally burn too easily and I still didn't want to take any chances since I hate sun burns so much.I really enjoy being around the kids. For the most of them they are here just for the sport of being in the water having fun. There is always a couple who come to the pool for other reasons, and these are the ones I normally have trouble with. I guess I am lucky because so far I haven't had to toss anybody out of the pool for the rest of the summer because of a disciplinary action for something they did to warrant such action.There have been times a very pretty girl and her mother would come by the pool. The mother always looked at me and smiled along with her daughter. There was nothing suggestive about their smiles, just being friendly, which is something I always looked forward to and enjoyed, from the many parents and their children under my care at the pool.I took my job serious because it was a job which could end with tragic results should I fail to be serious, something which I would never want to live with on my mind for the rest of my life. Today, the pretty girl I mentioned was about to jump off the short diving board and one of the kids was under water beneath the diving board and when she jumped on the end, this boy reached up and grabbed the end of the board pulling it down causing her to lose her balance and fall off the side of the board. It didn't look good at all, so I quickly dove off my chair and swam to get this girl by the edge of the pool before she had a chance to breathe any water into her lungs. I knew when I reached her I was too late.I quickly put her onto the deck of the pool and breathed into her which she quickly coughed up a bunch of water. I watched her to be sure she was going to breathe on her own and then I reached for her wrist to get a pulse. Not only did I count her pulse rate, I was wanting to feel if was rather strong or weak, which is something very important to know. Once I was sure she was going to be okay, her mother came upon us, her daughter lying on her side with tears in her eyes. She wasn't crying, just shedding tears. Her mother grabbed her and hugged her to comfort her daughter, letting her know everything is okay. I looked at the boy who looked like he was scared. He should have been because maybe sometime in the future if he pulled the same stupid stunt, it might turn out worse than what this did today. I called him to me, and once he was in front of me, I said, "We can't have this type of horseplay here. I want you out of here for the rest of the day. You are welcomed to come back tomorrow, only if you can come here and not do like what you did today." He apologized to me as he turned to leave me and go to the locker room where he could change into his clothes."Thank you for being here and so quick. I feel quite confident in saying you saved Amber's life. Is there a way I can repay you?""I didn't do what I did for payment. I did it because it was my job, a job I dearly love. I am just so glad things turned out as well as it did for Amber." Amber's eyes were now beginning to shed less tears and she smiled her awesome smile at me. Seeing this, I knew deep within she was going to be fine. I helped Amber to her feet and helped her to a seat in the shade where she could recover a bit before she did anything more. Once Amber got comfortable, she thanked me for being so kind and so quick. I didn't say anything, just smiled and gave her a slight little hug. At this I returned to my seat in the lifeguard seat. Amber and her mother, Darlene, sat side by side for a few minutes before Amber got up and walked towards me. "I feel much better now. Would it be alright with you if I went back into the water?" she politely asked."I have no trouble with that. All I ask is for you to stay in the shallow end for a little bit to be sure, okay?" She smiled and nodded her head indicating she understood, making her way to the end of the shallow end of the pool and using the steps to enter the pool. It was at this time I noticed she was showing a bit of a beautiful camel toe in the crotch of her swimsuit. The shorts I was wearing at the time were rather loose in the legs. Darlene approached me and stood directly in front of me. Her face was the same height as my legs. I was watching her as she talked to me. Her eyes seem to keep going low on my body before going back up to my eyes. We talked for a couple of minutes before she walked away from me. I felt something I hadn't noticed before, which was an erection. I looked down at this time noticing how the front of my shorts was sticking up as a result of a definite erection. I felt embarrassed knowing what she was looking at. I hope she didn't think I am a pervert or anything of that nature. I did learn I need to be more careful of how I sat when somebody stands in front of me from now on.Everything else went good for the remainder of my day. It was approaching 4PM, time for me to get off work. I was ready today. I was getting tired of the heat. Just as I was about to crawl down off my elevated chair, Darlene and Amber walked up towards me. "We are going home now. Thanks again so much for everything you did today. We really do appreciate your efforts." After thanking Darlene, Darlene reached into her small purse she had with her only to pull out a piece of paper. On it was her full name, address, and phone number. "We would appreciate hearing from you in the future." With that, they left me. I found myself staring at Amber's butt. It was clearly showing her butt cheeks and the crack of her butt from behind. Once again, I was getting another erection. I couldn't understand why such a young girl caused me to be so excited.I went home, turning the air conditioner onto maximum. Once the temperature inside my house started to cool down, I went to sleep, not waking up until the following morning, Saturday morning. I was glad it was Saturday because even though I love my job, I didn't work on the weekends. With yesterday being so hot, I needed to stay cool for a while so my body can recuperate from the long time in the hot air yesterday.I tried to think what I had for plans today. Once I realized I didn't have any plans, I began to think of Amber and Darlene. I didn't have anything else to do, so I retrieved the paper Darlene handed me and called. "Hello," Darlene said."Morning, Darlene, this is Dan, Dan the lifeguard. I am off work for the weekend and I didn't have anything going on so I thought I would call you and see what you had going on today.""I don't know of anything going on today. I know Amber never mentioned anything to me yesterday about anything for plans."We talked for a couple of minutes before Darlene invited me to her house for lunch. That sounded good to me, so I accepted her offer. "Be sure to bring your swim suit. We have a pool and Amber believes she is a fish and lives in the water," giggling after her last remark. I said I would bring them and would be there within half an hour. "Good, it will be nice to see you here and not at the public pool."I removed my pants and underwear only to put on my swim trunks before pulling my pants back up. I tucked in my shirt and made me way to Darlene's house. Not really knowing the area of town where they live, it took me a bit longer to find their place. I finally found it and learned they live in a nice area of town. The house they live in was not new and stilled looked great.I parked along the curb in front of their house. Once I made my way to the front door, Amber opened the door just as I was about to ring the doorbell. "Hi! Dan." Holding the door open, "Come on inside." I walked inside the house to find Darlene in the hallway walking towards Amber and I. "Hello, Dan. So nice to see you again."We had taken our seats and this is when I noticed Amber was wearing a pair of shorts with a nice printed matching top. Darlene was wearing a pantsuit with a sleeveless top and showing a little cleavage. She didn't have boobs any bigger than a B-cup at most, and yet, still looked inviting. She must not have been wearing a bra since her nipples were sticking through to some extent. I guess I looked at Darlene's chest a little more than I wanted to for the next thing I knew she was beginning to look as if she was becoming uncomfortable with me looking at her a bit too much. We visited for nearly an hour before Amber said she wanted to get into the pool. Darlene laughed at Amber's suggestion only to say, "I think I gave birth to a fish since you spend so much time in the pool."Amber asked me if I brought my trunks with me. I told her I had them on at the present time. "Good, let's make use of it," she said. "I need to go inside my room to change and I'll meet you at the pool."I never considered if I should just remove my pants and other clothing in the living room or go to the restroom to remove my clothes there. I decided it would be best if I went to the restroom so I wouldn't be giving the appearance of stripping in front of them. On the way to the bathroom, I noticed Amber was putting on her swimsuit, the same one she had on yesterday. I knew there was a good chance I might be able to appreciate her swimsuit more at her house than I could at the pool, thinking of the potentials of her showing me a good camel toe. Thinking of this train of thought, I noticed I began to get somewhat excited, so I quickly changed my thoughts in hopes of getting "things" back to the unexcited state. Fortunately, it worked.I removed my clothes standing in the bathroom in my shorts. I put my pants and shirt on a hook on the backside of the door and then made my way to the living room. Amber and Darlene were already in their swimsuits waiting for me. Once I rejoined them, Amber led the way to their pool. Once I saw their pool, I was pleasantly surprised with how big it is. It is not an Olympic sized pool, just noticeably larger than what is the normal sized pool for a residence.I dove into the water headfirst, coming up behind Darlene. I was fascinated with how great her butt looked in her tight little bikini bottom. It didn't look like a butt that belongs on a mother. It looked more like a teenager's butt. I quickly became erect, so I stayed low in the water in hopes she wouldn't see me in my excited condition.I heard splashing of the water. It was Amber on her back kicking her feet in the water slowly making her way to the end of the pool. She turned a little giving me an unobstructed view of the camel toe I remembered from yesterday. This time, though, I was able to see the top of her camel toe to the crack of her butt. I couldn't believe how puffy her hairless pussy lips appeared through the thin white fabric of her swimsuit. Instantly I became hard as a rock. I couldn't believe how hard I was because I am nothing close to being a pedophile, so in its own way, I was becoming alarmed at my reaction, hoping there was nothing wrong with me, mentally. Because of me getting so excited so easily by Amber, I kept my distance from her so I wouldn't make her nervous being around me, or her mother, knowing I am becoming excited by her daughter.Fifteen minutes or so later, Amber announced she will be back that she needed to go to the bathroom. Once she left the pool to go inside the house, I was relieved to feel my erection shrink back to its normal size. I took this opportunity to leave the sanctuary of the pool and take a seat on one of the lounge chairs on the deck. I was leaned back as Darlene joined me on the other chair as Amber walked towards us with three glasses of ice water.She was standing directly in front of me giving me a perfect view of her hairless camel toe through the front of her swimsuit. It was so transparent, I could easily see her natural skin color and full details of her slit as if she was standing in front of me completely nude. Guess what? Another erection!!The bad thing about me getting another erection just now is the simple fact I had no way to hide it. I was sticking up the front of my trunks quite proudly. Amber noticed it first. I could tell by the way her eyes went to my crotch and then smiled at me, standing there too long to be sure I had a good view of what she wanted me to see of her. Once she moved, I noticed Darlene's eyes going to my crotch as well, also giving me a smile. I might have been mistaken, but, I actually felt as if Darlene approved of me getting erect because of her daughter.Eventually, our water glasses became empty. Amber graciously got up to take the three glasses inside the house to refill them for us. Just as the door leading inside the house closed, Darlene asked me, "If I wasn't here right now, what would you be doing?""Do you really want me to answer that honestly?" I asked."Yes, very honestly."I didn't know if I should say what I was thinking. I was afraid the truth might hurt Darlene's feelings towards me. But, she did say "honestly." "Let me say it this way, I would be doing something right now to get rid of a very obvious problem I seem to have when looking at Amber.""You mean masturbate?""Yes."Amber opened the door about this time making her way towards us. Once again she gave me a good view of the depressed cloth clinging to her natural form, only this time her suit was a little dryer and not giving me a great view of her natural skin, just the form of her pubes. I still remained hard as ever as she looked down at my tent while handing me my glass of water. Once again I saw her awesome smile.Amber had the urge to jump back into the pool. Once she was in the water, Darlene tossed me for a loop by saying, "You know she is not teasing you, right?"Being so caught off-guard by this remark, I asked what she meant by that. "She told me on the way home yesterday from the pool that she feels like she wants to give you something for what you did for her yesterday at the pool. We talked for over an hour. I can tell she is very sincere by what she is offering you."Clearing my throat giving me a moment to think of how to respond to such a remark, I asked, "And how would you feel about it? How would you feel if I accepted her offering? Would you be upset with me?""To answer your question, first let me ask, how big are you?" while looking at my crotch to be sure I knew exactly what she is referring to."I don't know for sure, I would guess around 6" or so. I don't know.""Why don't you let me see it before I answer your questions?" she asked of me. She noticed my apprehension of exposing myself to her, especially in front of her daughter, so she added, "Just roll to your side facing me and show me that way. She won't see anything, just me, if that makes you feel any better."I thought that was a good suggestion, so I did as she suggested. Once I pulled my prick from underneath my trunks, she said, "Perfect. Not too big and not too small. I think it would be perfect for her being her first time. That is what she is offering you, her virginity."I still didn't know how to respond. So I asked, "Does this have to happen today? Can it wait until I am sure this is what she wants?""Of course. I really like you wanting to take your time to consider her feelings. She already has strong feelings towards you, something like a crush, if you know what I mean. She might only be nine years old right now, but, she has the mental maturity of a young woman in her late teens.""I don't know. How do I know if I am not too big around for her. With her being so small, I am afraid what I have could possibly hurt her, and we both know it is going to hurt her the first time anyway."Quick to respond, Darlene suggested I feel how tight Amber is and judge for myself. "You mean stick a finger inside her to see how tight she is?""Exactly. You know how big around you are and how big around your finger is, so if you put a finger inside her, you would be able to determine if you are too big for her."What Darlene said made sense to me. Although I wanted to have sex with Amber, I only wanted to have sex with her if it was right with Amber, her mother, and I. I knew once I had sex with Amber and removed her virginity, it would be too late for once her hymen is gone, it is gone for the rest of her life. This thought alone really made me want to consider the consequences if I did something wrong or hurt Amber any more than what is associated with virginity removal. I know a girl's first time having sex will be most memorable for her, and I really would want it to be a good memory for her, causing her no regrets in the future.I began to visualize in my mind what would take place to feel her tightness with a finger inside her, what she would look like totally nude, how we would do this, and the other things like this. I also wondered what Darlene would be doing while I had a finger or two inside her daughter's hairless virgin pussy to determine if I can safely fit inside her daughter. "You know if I agreed to do this with her, I am going to lose it fast the first time or two, and that wouldn't be right for Amber.""Good point. I'll have to think about that for a bit." A few minutes later, Darlene said, "How about if you masturbated a couple of times before you did anything with Amber? Would that help you?""Yes, definitely. That is a good idea. Now, wouldn't Amber feel out of place if she watched me masturbate before we did anything?""No, not really. She has never seen a naked man, especially with an erection that I am aware of. I know she has never said anything contrary to this before now, so it might do her good to see you nude, masturbate to completion so she can see your semen as it spurts out of you. I can then tell her this is the same stuff that it takes to make babies. Not only would it slow you down once you are inside her, she can see what to expect when you finish inside her. She is too young to get pregnant right now, so you can finish inside her without having any worries concerning babies, as much as you want.""You make it sound like this is not a one-time thing. You make it sound like Amber and I can do this as often as we want.""You're correct. You can be together and do things as often as it is agreeable with the both of you. I won't interfere. All I ask is, if some time in the future if I tell you I would like some of the same thing from you Amber is getting from you, there would be no objections. Is that fair enough?""I find you extremely sexy, Darlene. I can assure you that you won't have to ask me twice. It would be an honor.""Don't tempt me, young man, don't tempt me," Darlene replied with a huge smile across her face. "I might want to have you right now if you aren't careful."Laughing, I said, "Okay, you win. I'll be careful.""Good, now, back to Amber. She likes to swim in the nude. Would you mind joining us, swimming in the nude? This would give her a good opportunity to see what to expect from you.""No, I would love this opportunity.""Okay." Speaking a little louder, "Amber, would you join me?"Without saying anything, Amber came out of the pool. Standing between Darlene and I, she made it very easy for me to see her hairless slit showing through her swimsuit. Looking at my tenting trunks, Amber gave me her mischievous smile as if she knew something, "What you want, Mom?" she asked."Come inside the house with me. Let's refill the water glasses, shall we?"Once they left, I knew Darlene was going to tell Amber about swimming in the nude would be alright with me, so I removed my swim trunks, leaving myself completely naked for their return. I was getting really excited with the prospects ahead.Darlene came out to the pool totally nude carrying the three glasses filled with ice water. "Amber will be here in a few minutes. She wants to dry herself off and do her hair so she will look nicer for you when she comes out." Darlene looked at my throbbing erection, dripping pre-cum. "Maybe you should do something quick before she gets here to help slow you down once she is here."Darlene stood in front of my face, giving me a good clear view of her neatly and closely trimmed bush. I grabbed ahold of my hard prick and stroked it a few times before I literally blew a load of cum all over me. "That was a nice one," she said.Ten minutes later, Amber appeared, completely nude. She walked up to me only to give me a nice hug. Once she was finished with her hug, she stood back to look at my rejuvenating erection I was getting while looking at her uncovered hairless pubes, pubes only a preteen can have. As I stared at her preteen hairless pussy, I automatically grabbed my fully hard erection to begin stroking it. This time it was in front of both, Amber and Darlene. With a deep grunt, I came again shooting a massive load of semen all over myself."Amber, so you will know, what Dan just did is called masturbation. He did this so you will know how a man masturbates. Also, that white stuff you saw is what it takes for him to put inside you so you can have babies. The white stuff is his semen, and within the semen, very tiny things called sperm, swim around inside his semen. Once he puts it inside you, these tiny sperm will look around inside you for an egg to penetrate. Once this egg is penetrated by a sperm, the egg is fertilized and will attach itself to your uterus, or womb, and you are pregnant. Do you understand what I am saying?""Yes, Mom. How does he get this stuff inside me?""He puts his penis, what the semen came shooting out of, inside your body, inside the tiny hole at the bottom of the slit you have in the front of your crotch. In other words, inside your vagina. He would then work it back and forth for a while and then when he is ready, he will shoot his semen inside you as deep as he can get it."I then noticed Amber had something in her right hand. I couldn't tell for sure what it was, and she was acting as if she was trying to hide it from me, so I didn't say anything to her about it."Sounds interesting. Seeing how big he is, would it really fit inside me, Mom?" Amber asked."It is possible, we don't know yet. He needs to feel how small you are inside your body. If you want him to feel inside you, give him what you have in your hand. If you are not sure, just hold onto it.""What would I have to do for him to feel inside me?""I would put your right leg on his chair and hold your knees apart. This would give him the room he would need to feel inside you. Is this what you want?Amber handed me which I learned was a tube of lubricant. This was very considerate of Darlene to think of this, and I am glad it was Amber who handed the lubricant to me.Amber raised her right leg putting her foot near my right hip. I opened the top of the lube squeezing a generous amount on my middle finger. I handed Darlene the tube and reached down towards Amber's pussy. I began to rub the length of her slit being sure to spend time rubbing her clit. I put a little pressure on Amber's virgin vaginal opening before rubbing her slit some more. After putting more and more pressure on her vaginal opening, my finger easily slipped inside her. I was quite surprise to learn how tight she is, and also how hot she felt to my fingers. I then decided I better add another finger to the one I already had inside her so I can watch Amber's reaction to be sure I wasn't hurting her. I removed the finger from inside Amber and held my right hand towards Darlene. "I better have a little more," I said. Darlene opened the top of the tube and squeezed more lube on my fingers. This time I reached down to Amber's vaginal opening and inserted two fingers inside her. I did not detect any signs of discomfort coming from her. "I think it is very possible for us to do this without too much discomfort other than what to expect when I penetrate her hymen," I suggested."What does that mean, Mom?" Amber asked."Dan feels as if you have enough room to safely have him inside you. I know this is what you really want. Judging from what I see in Dan's crotch, he wanted this as well. Are you sure this is what you want, Amber?" Darlene asked, just to be sure."Yes, Mom, I really do. I like Dan very much, and I truly do want him to be my first. What do I have to do?""Why don't you move your right foot past the left side of my hip? That would put you over the top of me, and then have a seat on my upper legs. I want to feel you some more and be sure there is plenty of room, making you ready for you to accept me inside you much easier."Amber did as I suggested. Once she sat herself on my spread thighs, I reached down to play with her pussy some more. "You can explore me as much as you want, Amber. I don't care what you do. I know I am the first man you ever saw nude, so I want you to learn as much as you want to about my body."Amber reached down between her knees and began holding my stiff cock. As she held it, she began to rub its length a little. I believe she was watching me to be sure she was doing the right thing. I was having a hard time holding back. I didn't want to cum like this, but, then again, it might be good if I did cum so I would be able to last that much longer when I am inside Amber's pussy for the first time. I really didn't want to rupture her hymen and then fill her with my cum, I wanted her to enjoy her first sexual experience, so I didn't say anything as she began to stroke me a little faster and longer strokes. "Amber, it won't be long before I spurt more semen. When I do, I want you to hold my penis tight with your hands so you can feel it flex inside your hands. The next time you feel this flexing is when my penis is inside you putting my semen and sperm inside your body."That was all it took. She clamped down with her two tiny hands pretty hard and immediately I spurt over my chest again, and again, until I was nearly drained. I could tell Amber was very proud of herself. To my relief, she didn't stop her stroking action and soon enough I was starting to get hard again. I fingered her pussy as she stroked me and I am quite sure I felt her cum at one point in time."Amber, are you ready?" Darlene asked."Yes, what do I have to do?""Just stand up a little bit. I'll reach between Dan and you and guide him to your vagina. When I tell you to sit down, you come down slow and easy. Once you feel the tip of his penis at your opening, instinct will tell you what to do. You'll know whether you can come down further or not, and how fast you want him to enter your pussy," Darlene replied.Amber stood up at this time. Darlene got up from her lounge chair and put her hand between Amber and I. Darlene grabbed my erection and pulling it towards my feet a tiny bit. She then used her other hand to spread her daughter's labia. "Ok, Amber, you can sit down now."I soon felt the tip of my cock spread Amber's virgin labia. I felt Darlene move the tip of my cock around a little as if she was searching for her daughter's virgin vagina. Amber must have felt what she was hoping to feel as Amber began to put more and more downward pressure to the tip of my diamond cutting hard cock. Soon enough I felt her vaginal opening open more and more before I felt the heat and the tightness of her virgin pussy accepting its first real cock inside her body.Amber began to move up and down some, not making any effort to do any deeper on my cock. "You will need to sit completely in his lap with him inside you to remove your virginity," Darlene said.I felt the presence of Amber's hymen. Five or six downward movements later, I felt Amber drop down to completely impale herself on my cock, not stopping until I felt her labia on my belly above the base of my cock. She didn't say anything, or move. She just sat there as if she wanted to become adjusted to having my hard cock inside her preteen pussy for the first time."How does he feel to you?" Darlene asked."I feel full. I didn't know what to expect. I felt a slight stinging sensation but no pain. Does this mean I am no longer a virgin?"Darlene put her hands around her daughter's face, turning her face towards Darlene. Darlene leaned down and forward, giving Amber a loving kiss on the lips. "That's correct, Amber, you are now a real woman. I am so proud of you."Amber began to move up and down some. I felt her want to do movements as if she has had sex before although I knew that was not the case. I told her to slow down and take longer strokes, go all the way to the top just keeping the tip inside her before she moves herself back down to where she can feel my balls against her beautiful preteen butt."How you doing, Amber?" Darlene asked."I am feeling something different right now, something like I did when Dan had his fingers inside me.""Oh, my, Amber, sounds like you are going to cum with him inside you. Don't fight it. Let it happen. Concentrate on what you feel inside you, concentrate on how Dan feels inside you when you move up and down on him. Let him know when you feel as if you are about to explode, and I think Dan will also explode inside you at the same time.""You mean putting his semen and sperm inside me?""Yes, definitely. You want that?""Yes. Dan, do it now, please. I am exploding right now... AHHHHHH!""Remember what he said about the flexing. Do you feel anything getting bigger and smaller inside you now?"Yes, Mom. I can feel something warm and wet inside me. Is that his semen?""Yes, Amber it is. He is cumming inside you right now."Hearing Amber and Darlene talking back and forth about what Amber was feeling was driving me over the edge. There was no way I was able to keep from cumming inside Amber listening to the two of them. I know I came a couple of times before I penetrated Amber's hymen, but, let me tell you. I put a lot of cum inside her pussy.Once Amber finished her first orgasm, she sat still on me squeezing me with her vaginal muscles. She milked every sperm I had in my balls into her succulent pussy. She soon stood up letting my softened dick flop out of her cum filled pussy. Instantly I watched my cum drip out of her freshly fucked preteen pussy. She turned to face her mother, giving Darlene a nice view of my semen dripping out of her young pussy. Darlene reached out to Amber's crotch and put her middle finger deep inside her daughter's cum filled pussy. "My! My! Dan. You certainly put a lot inside her. Thank you for being so good with her. I know she will always remember this in a good way."I felt so proud of myself. To make a long story short, Amber and I hardly ever was dressed, making love anytime we wanted to, no matter if Darlene was present or not.Amber began her periods when she turned 12 years old. She freaked out the first time she saw blood on her upper legs, and soon became adjusted to being a fully mature female capable of having babies.Darlene put Amber on birth control pills right away so we didn't have babies to worry about. Amber and I had a very active sex life together. As it worked out, about twice a month, with Amber's permission, I spent some time with Darlene, giving her a sperm injection as well.One day, after I moved in with them, I came home from work. Darlene looked as if she was crying. Looking at her, I asked, "What's the matter? Is Amber ok?""Yes, Amber is fine. It is me who has a problem." Looking at me briefly and in a deep train of thought, she said, "Dan, I went to my doctor three weeks ago. I haven't been feeling good, so he ran some tests. I learned today not only do I have cancer, I have cancer that is not curable. The doctor says I might have three years at most." Then the tears really came. I felt so horrible for her. I hugged her tightly sharing her pain and fears. By this time, Amber was 18 years old. "The one thing I always wanted to be was a grandmother. It would be my greatest pleasure to become a grandmother. I would love for you and Amber to make me a grandchild. Can I ask you to do that for me?""I will talk to Amber about this tonight. I am so sorry to hear about your test results."Amber came home from her community college class she was taking. Darlene told her the same bad news she gave me. Then when she asked Amber to make her a grandchild, Amber said, "We will be most happy to do this for you. We'll get started on it right away."Darlene hugged Amber and I tightly saying thank you, over and over again. Instantly Amber went into the bathroom, grabbing her birth control pills only to throw them into the toilet."I will be ovulating in a week to ten days. I don't know for sure if I will catch or not, but, no matter what, we will try, Mom," Amber offered.As it worked out, we had sex everywhere all the time. A lot of times we would be watching TV, the three of us, and Amber would start playing with my cock, getting it nice and hard. Sometimes she would just pull it out and start sucking on it, providing didn't pull my cock out and suck it, never failing to make me hard. We ended up being naked from the time we got home, and then Amber would sit on me with her back towards me while we watched TV. Darlene would be able to see her daughter's labia spread around the base of my cock as I pumped my seed into her daughter's fertile womb.About six weeks later, Amber began to feel sick in the morning. She bought a home pregnancy test and it showed she was pregnant. She then went to a doctor who also confirmed Amber is pregnant.During the course of Amber's pregnancy, I noticed a quickening of deterioration of Darlene's health. Amber went into labor one night as her mother was rushed to the hospital because of her bad health.Amber delivered a good looking blonde haired baby girl. We put Amber in a wheelchair and took her to her mother's hospital room. I grabbed Darlene Lynn and put Darlene's granddaughter at her bosom. She had a smile from ear to ear looking at her new granddaughter. "Thank you, Dan, Amber, Thank you," as Darlene appeared to go to sleep a few moments later. The red lights began to flash as audio alarms sounded. I noticed the graph on the wall behind Darlene had a series of peaking lines matching her heartbeat changed to that of a straight line. Darlene died a few minutes after having her wish come true, to become a grandmother.END*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 73 |
myhusband.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/39/myhusband.txt | My husband Jerry and I live in a western burb of Chicago. We grew up in this area, about 20 miles apart. Our backgrounds are very similar; our birthdays are only a week apart. I met Jerry at the College of DuPage. We were both taking an evening economics class. We had a whirlwind romance. Within a month of meeting Jerry , I had moved into the small apartment he shared with his best friend Mark. Mark moved out and four months later I got pregnant. It was a huge shock to both of us and neither of us were ready for the demands or responsibility of being parents. Jerry insisted on doing the "right thing". We broke the news to our families and a shotgun wedding was quickly planned so that we could have a ceremony before I started showing. This wasn't exactly the way I imagined it would be, but Jerry and I made the best of things. Jerry quit school and took a job at a local factory as a forklift driver. I was working at Linens 'n Things near the mall. I continued to work there right up until our daughter was born. We moved into a larger apartment in Carol Steam in April 03. Jerry worked second shift and I took a job at an upscale department store cosmetics counter. I dated lots of guys before I met Jerry. I blossomed early and had my first sexual experiences with some older boys when I was just 13. It was the summer between 8th grade and high school. My mom didn't know that I was hanging out with the older boys. She would drop me and my girlfriend Rachael off at the mall on the weekend where we met these older boys. I thrived on the attention. It wasn't long before we were going out with them and practicing the sex acts we had only recently become aware of in the back of an old conversion van that one of the boys drove.By the end of that summer I had slept with several different guys that hung out with that group. Rachael and I would get naked with these guys in the back of that van. We had sex in the open and in groups with those guys. They had even got us to go down on each other. It was pretty raunchy but it was exciting and I had no guilt or intention of stopping. That fall when we got to high school all the guys were talking about me and Rachael. I'm sure we were known as the two biggest sluts in school. I think my reputation intimidated the guys that were my age. They were friendly and polite, but no one asked me out. I continued to go out with older guys until I got my license in February my Sophomore year. That year, I got a job at Home Depot as a cashier. It was my first real job and it was where I met the man I dated throughout the rest of high school. Steve was an assistant manager when I met him. He worked in the lighting department and he was very handsome. Steve was 10 years older than me. I noticed the wedding band on his hand right away, so when he started paying attention to me and flirting with me I didn't take it seriously. Steve didn't work very often during the weekday evenings when I worked, but I would see him on the weekends. He made a point to come talk to me and we started taking our breaks together. Even though I knew it was wrong, I agreed to go out with Steve one night after the store closed. We went to a park and made out in his car after drinking some wine coolers. Steve told me he was planning to divorce his wife. It was the start of an affair that lasted over two years. Steve was an experienced and talented lover. I had my first multiple orgasms with him and he was the first man to make me cum through intercourse. I never expected that we would have a future together. But I ended up falling in love with him and he broke my heart when he took a job in another state and moved away with his wife. During the time that I was seeing Steve which was right up until the month before I graduated, I never went out with anyone else from school. Even though everyone I had slept with had graduated two years before me, my reputation had a life of it's own. Occasionally someone would gather the nerve to ask me about one of the rumors. The truth was scandalous enough, but the stories had been repeated and retold so now they had me sleeping with 20 guys at the same time. It was pretty embarrassing. I think the entire class of '99 claimed to have fucked me at least onceI had hinted to Jerry when we started dating that I was "no angel". I knew my reputation was going to catch up with me sooner or later. Jerry actually got excited when we discussed our sexual histories. He encouraged me to provide details when we were having sex. He started out by asking how many guys I had slept with before I met him. I suppose this is a natural curiosity that most couples deal with sooner or later. Jerry had slept with two other women before he met me. When he first questioned me, I told him it was "a few". He continued to press me for a specific number. I didn't want to lie to him, but I didn't think he could handle the truth. I delicately avoided being specific. One night during a particularly intense and passionate lovemaking session he stopped pumping me just as I was about to cum and he grabbed me firmly by the back of my head with both hands and looked me in the eye and told me that someone he knew from my high school told him that I was "a slut". He told me that it didn't matter. Now I was "his slut" but he really wanted to know how many men had been inside my pussy. He said that he had to know right now. He started fucking me as hard and as fast as he ever had. Slamming his cock deep inside of me. It felt so good, but I knew from experience I was going to be hurting for days. I took a deep breath and told him the answer. I wasn't exactly sure but I knew it was between 22 and 25 guys. Jerry never told me how that compared to what he was expecting, but he seemed to take great pleasure in the knowledge that by anyone's standard, I really was a slut. Shortly after we got married, Jerry got layed off from his job. He made no attempt to look for another job because he expected to get called back soon and he was collecting unemployment. Even with the unemployment, money was very tight. We soon fell behind on our utilities and credit card bills. We were so late on our rent that the landlord was now expecting us to pay weekly. ** Jerry began spending a lot of time on the computer and even though I was working part time we were always broke. We were bouncing checks every week and the bank was charging overdraft fees that just made things worse. I had already borrowed $500 from my parents and Jerry had sold his motorcycle. Just when it seemed like things couldn't get any worse, Jerry got the news that his company was closing the plant and he wasn't going to get called back to work. One afternoon when I got home from work, Jerry told me that he had an idea for making some money. He told me that he wanted to take some digital pictures of me stripping and submit them to a website that paid for amateur nude photos. He said that he could make an easy $100 and no one we knew would ever see the pictures. Even after having a baby, my body is in good shape and my breasts still stand up without a bra. I am not bashful and it seemed like it could be fun. Jerry assumed he could talk me into this because he had already borrowed his brother's digital camera. Jerry had me put on several different outfits and strip seductively out of each one. He took close-up shots of me fingering myself and playing with my vibrator. He had me kneel in front of him and took pictures of me sucking his cock. It seemed like an easy way to make $100. I asked Jerry when he would get the money and he said it would take a few days . I rarely use our computer. I get on AOL and check my email or to chat with my sister who lives in Madison Wisconsin. Jerry on the other hand has become very knowledgeable with the computer. I told him he should look for a job in the computer field. I have never been to an adult website, but I know Jerry likes to look at porn and go to adult sites and it doesn't bother me. He comes to bed horny and fucks me every night and sometimes twice on the weekends. About a week after Jerry took the pictures he told me that I needed to get the lady that lives across the hall to watch our daughter so that we could go out. I told him we could hardly afford to pay a sitter, let alone go out. He told me not to worry and assured me that it would be ok. Jerry told me to put on short red skirt he likes and low cut top and not to wear any panties. He told me to put on his favorite musk perfume and he told me to wear my high heeled pumps. I wondered where he was going to take me dressed up like a whore. When we got in the car, Jerry assured me that he loved me. He said he needed me to do something for him. He told me that we were going to go to the Hyatt hotel at O'Hare airport and meet someone he had been talking to on the computer. He told me that the man was a businessman from Omaha and he was going to pay me to have sex in his hotel room. Before he could finish explaining, I was already wondering how much the guy was willing to pay. Our money situation was desperate. We had disconnection notices on the electricity and phone. I realized that this was something that I could do I was just worried about getting arrested. Jerry told me that the man agreed to pay $300 for an hour of companionship. The expectation was that I would suck the guy off and let him fuck me with a condom. Jerry was surprised when I agreed to his scheme without hesitation. Jerry coached me on our way to the hotel on the finer points of escort etiquette and how to avoid being arrested for prostitution. He said he would wait for me in the lobby.It turned out that the pictures Jerry took of me were for an ad he placed on a website. Jerry told me that he had gotten 30 email inquiries in the first few days of placing the ad. He told me that we could easily make over $1000 a week cash. I couldn't believe that so many men would pay that kind of money for sex. I was so wrong! The truth is that I could make 5 times that much if I wanted to. Jerry and I have both gone back to school. I don't intend to be an escort for more than another year. In the meantime though I have been able to quit my department store job. Jerry handles the scheduling of my dates, usually 4 to 5 "dates" per week. Our money troubles are behind us and our relationship has actually thrived. Jerry likes to hear the details of my encounters in the various hotels around Chicago. The men are mostly in their 30s and 40s, in town on business. I have also been with more than one couple. I get paid extra for that, and I am getting into fetishes and domination which also seems to be very popular. Who knew that I was sitting on a gold mine all this time and didn't even know it. END |
brian.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/52/brian.txt | It was the first time I had gone out to have a little fun since my husband had left for Iraq. His National Guard unit had been called to active duty and before we had time to take a deep breath he was gone. He had been gone almost three months and I was bored to death. All I ever did now was go to work and go home and watch TV and write letters to my husband. I was a little upset that I wrote to him every night and I got a letter from him only once a week, if that. I knew that conditions were rough over there and that he was having a hard time of it. But just a note to say that he was okay and still loved me would have been nice. We had only been married for a little over a year and I knew he loved me, but I really worried about him and I wanted a little reassurance. No, I wanted a lot of reassurance, not so much that he still loved me, I knew that he did. Rather that he was still alive and uninjured and holding up alright.When I let my friend talk me into attending the party at her house on Friday evening I certainly didn't go because I was peeved at my husband Brian for not writing to me in almost two weeks. I went because I was tired of sitting home alone in my quiet little apartment and worrying about him. I wanted to hear some music and talk to some happy people and dance a little and have a couple of drinks. I had no idea how out of hand things were going to get. My girlfriend, Tanya, wasn't all that wild. I had no reason to believe that this would be anything but a fun little party for some of her close friends. It was her birthday and two of her friends were throwing a party for her and had reserved one of the pools in their apartment complex. I intended to have a couple of drinks and laugh a little and dance a little maybe, and then go home alone and go to bed all by myself. I wasn't worried about anything. I was an independent twenty-one year old married woman and I was capable of taking care of myself. Or at least I thought I was.It was hot and sunny and I had a couple of drinks and danced a few dances. Then I put my bikini on and spent some time in the pool cooling off. More than a few guys were coming on to me and it was very flattering. I flirted with a couple of them, but I eventually made it clear that nothing was going to come of it and they started leaving me alone. I was relieved, because I had definitely been tempted by a couple of the guys. When you get used to a fairly regular sex life for a year or so the sudden move back to abstinence is not easy, or pleasant.Once it got dark and cooled off a little I danced a little more. I stayed in my bikini, but there were lots of girls dancing in their bikinis, and mine was more conservative than most, so I wasn't standing out or anything. After a while I was spending most of my time with one guy. He was really cute and funny and he really cheered me up. When we weren't dancing we were sitting on the pool steps in water up to our necks or sitting at a small table and sipping a beer. I had made it clear to him that I was leaving at ten and he was disappointed, but he didn't argue with me. He was slightly older, I think he was close to thirty, and more mature. He had accepted that he wasn't getting laid tonight, at least, not by me. We were enjoying each other's company though and I stayed with him. Mostly I stayed with him because he was fun to be with, but also because while I was him the other guys were leaving me alone. At nine thirty he talked me into one last beer and he got out of the pool and got the drinks and we moved to a pair of lounge chairs on the side. The volume of the music was turned down around eight o'clock or so and we could talk more easily now. I couldn't deny that I was having a great time.I sipped my last beer and kept my eye on the time, fully intending to leave at ten. That isn't what happened though. I don't remember what happened. I was sitting and talking one minute and having a good time. The next thing I knew it was Saturday morning and I was waking up in bed with a guy! I didn't know what had happened. I knew that I hadn't been that drunk and I assumed that I had been drugged. I looked at the guy in the bed and I recognized him as the man I had spent most of the evening with, but I couldn't for the life of me remember his name.I was naked and I looked down and saw that I had tooth marks on my tits and my thighs and my chest and stomach and thighs were covered with dried cum. I put my face in my hands and I realized that I had it all over my face too.I got up, feeling very much like I had a hangover, and looked around for the bathroom. As I moved around I realized that I was in a lot of pain. My vagina hurt, my butt hurt and my throat was sore. I was no rocket scientist, but I quickly realized that it was pretty likely that I had been raped last night, and by more than one guy.I found the bathroom and went in and stared at myself in the mirror. There was flaky dried cum all over my face and body and my long blonde hair was encrusted with it.I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and I rushed to the toilet and lifted the seat and threw up for several minutes. When I finally stopped and my stomach was under control I flushed the toilet and turned to wash my face and hands and there he was, standing in the door smiling at me.Before I could say anything he said, "What a waste of cum. We went to a lot of trouble to fill your stomach with that cum. Now we have to do it all over again."I found my voice and even though it hurt my throat I screamed at him, "You fucking rapist! You aren't going to get away with this. As soon as I leave here I'm calling the police. I hate you!"He just smiled and stared at me like I was some sort of amusing little pet or something. I washed my face and hands and dried off on the cleanest towel that I could find. Then I stormed back into the bedroom to look for my clothes. He followed me and watched me look around and when I demanded my clothes he said, "Your bikini is in the living room."I stomped down the short hallway and came to a sudden stop in the living room. There were four men sitting around grinning at me. They all looked like they had just gotten up. I realized that they must have all raped me last night. I didn't remember it though and I was very embarrassed about being naked in front of them. I spotted my bikini on the floor and I went for it and hurriedly put it on. I spotted my purse on a table and grabbed it, but the rest of my clothes were nowhere to be seen. They were probably still out by the pool.I started for the door but before I could open it he said, "Don't leave yet. We have something to show you.""No you don't!" I yelled and continued for the door. I didn't get that far though. One of the four men that had apparently slept in the living room stood up and blocked my path. I wasn't scared yet. I was still far too mad to be scared. I yelled at him to get the fuck out of my way and he just stood there smiling at me. That just made me even more furious. I charged at him and tried to push him out of the way and when I saw how little effect I had on him it made me even madder.He got tired of me though and he grabbed a handful of my hair and nearly lifted me off of the floor. I dropped my purse and put my hands on his wrist and tried to free myself. He just ignored my efforts and dragged me easily to the couch and roughly pushed me down between two of the men that were sitting there.He said, "Tom asked you politely to stay and look at something. Trust me. You are going to want to see it. It is very important to you."I reached up and rubbed my sore scalp, causing a snowstorm of dried cum to fall onto my shoulder and into my lap. I almost threw up again as I realized what was happening. Instead, I forced myself to take a deep breath and asked them what was so fucking important for me to see.One of them picked up a couple of remote controls and turned on the television and then started a DVD. I screamed as the picture came on and I saw myself being passed from man to man in this living room. I was naked and I was smiling and apparently having the time of my life. Their hands were all over me and if anything I seemed to be encouraging them.I said loudly, "You fucking bastards!" Then I tried to stand up and leave. I was half way to my feet when the men sitting on either side of me pulled me back down. One of them said, "There is a lot more to see Kim. Trust me. You are going to find this educational."I struggled with them and said, "All you have here is proof that you raped me you bastards!"Tom said, "No Kim, you aren't looking close enough. What we have here is proof that you were a more than willing participant. Look at yourself, your eyes are open, you are smiling and animated, you are standing on your own two feet. No one can look at that and come away with the opinion that you are being raped. Just keep watching."What choice did I have? They wouldn't let me leave anyway.I sat and watched as the men that weren't currently occupied groping and kissing me started undressing. When they were naked they took over and the rest of the men undressed. Then they returned to passing me around and groping my naked body. It was humiliating to watch, especially with the five of them sitting there, watching me as I stared at the screen.They finally tired of passing me around and three of them sat on the couch and one of them asked me in a friendly tone of voice to kneel between his legs. There wasn't the slightest hint of force or coercion. Even though I knew without a doubt that I had been drugged, I couldn't see any sign of it.My embarrassment increased as I watched myself take the first man's cock into my mouth and start sucking greedily. By now I had come to realize that all of these men had raped me. That didn't make it any easier to sit in the room with them and watch it being replayed on the TV.As I sucked off the first man one of the others knelt beside me on the side away from the camera that Tom must have been operating and he played with my breasts with one hand and his other hand reached between my legs and teased my sex roughly. I watched my reaction as he groped me and it looked very much like I was enjoying it.I felt the tears running down my cheeks and it infuriated me. I didn't want these bastards to see how upset I was. I wiped my eyes and continued to watch as I brought the first of them to orgasm and swallowed his cum without hesitation. I didn't even do that for my husband!The man that was groping me moved me over to the next man and as we watched me being repositioned Tom said, "In case you are wondering, Rory was second. You had already sucked me off while I was waiting for my friends here to arrive. My friends and I share everything."I sat and watched, horrified, as I sucked all four of them off. Tom came in from time to time and got lots of close-ups of my smiling, happy face as I swallowed one load of cum after another.Once I had sucked off the fourth man I was placed on a large hassock on my back and the first man that I had sucked off moved between my legs and easily slipped his cock into my very wet pussy. I saw that my pussy was red and swollen and looked like I had already had sex.I glanced at Tom and he smiled and said, "Yeah, we fucked too."They all fucked me, one right after the other. After each of them came in my pussy they moved around and after the next one had pushed his hard cock inside of me the one that had just had me moved to my face and I eagerly sucked them clean.I felt my stomach turning and I put my hand over my mouth and rushed to the bathroom. I made it just in time and I threw up again. But my stomach was pretty much empty now and it was mainly dry heaves. I waited until my stomach was calm and then I washed my face and went back out to the living room. I was placed right back between the two men on the couch and the DVD was taken off of pause my gangbang movie took right up where it had left off.Once they had all cum in my pussy the blowjobs started again. Tom's second blowjob from me was caught on film and I was forced to watch as I sucked them all again. This time, though, they didn't cum in my mouth. After Tom had gotten hard he pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me over on the hassock and started lubricating my butt from a tube of KY Jelly. I watched as he spent several minutes lubricating and stretching my ass and then he handed me the lubricant and I used it to grease up his large cock with apparent eagerness.He watched me as I smiled and spread the grease over his hard cock, then he patted my head and said, "That's a good girl." Then the camera panned back and forth between my face and my ass as he began to force his cock inside of me. I watched in disbelief as it went in easily and I looked back at him with a look of passion on my face. Tom said, "That was me taking your cherry. That was the first time you had ever been fucked in the ass, wasn't it?"I nodded, still staring at the TV incredulously.They had had the sound turned off all of this time and now they turned it up and I heard myself grunting in pleasure and begging him to fuck me harder. While he was fucking my ass the others took turns sticking their cocks in my mouth and letting me keep them hard and ready for their turn in my ass.They had all had me twice already and some of them took a very long time to fuck my ass. Not all of them. A couple of them came nearly as quickly that time as the first time. Over all though, this round of rapes took a long time. Through it all I begged them to fuck me harder and when each of them had cum in my ass, before I sucked his nasty cock clean with apparent eagerness, I begged the next one to fuck my ass.After that they all just sat back and relaxed and from time to time one of them would call me over and I would suck him off again. In between, when I wasn't sucking one of their cocks, I was obeying orders to pose in humiliating positions, or play with myself, or to scoop up the cum dripping out of my pussy and ass and spread it over my face and hair and breasts for their amusement. It was the most disgusting thing that I had ever seen, and it looked like I loved every minute of it.I realized that there was no way that I could go to the police. I don't know what they had drugged me with. The effects were obvious though, to me. To a cop, or a judge, or a jury, they would just see a horny slut whose husband was in Iraq as she eagerly took on all comers.I looked at Tom and said, "Okay, you win. I won't call the cops. I know what would happen if I tried to convince them of the truth."Tom smiled and said, "You still don't get it, Kim. We aren't done with you yet. We enjoyed the hell out of what we did last night. You are a great cocksucker and you have such a hot tight cunt, and your sweet ass is even tighter. We can't let you go that easily. Maybe in a week or two, but for now, your ass is ours."I tried to stand up again and I was pulled back down. I shook my head and said, "No, I can't, I won't. I can't do those things that you did to my drugged body last night. I don't even do those things with my husband. I won't do it!"Tom laughed and said, "Sure you will Kim. Because if you don't, your husband is going to get a copy of the DVD and then he will wonder why you do those things with everyone else but not him. At least I guess that is what he will wonder." Then he held up my address book which had been in my purse and said, "I bet there are a lot of other people that would get a kick out of seeing how hot you are too." He thumbed through the book and stopped from time to time and asked what my relationship was with various people in the book and I didn't answer, but the idea of them seeing that DVD was even more horrible than the idea of being forced to do the things that were on it.I slumped down on the couch and covered my face with my hands and cried hysterically. I didn't think at all for a few minutes and they let me cry. As my sobs subsided though, I realized I was going to have to let them do anything that they wanted to me for as long as they wanted. I was totally in their power. I knew that I had been an unwilling participant in the sex acts that they had recorded last night. Even knowing it though, I saw no sign of any unwillingness on my part in that movie. Far from it, at every turn I had looked eager, enthusiastic. They hadn't even ordered me to do things. They had asked or suggested or simply guided my willing body where they wanted it. I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter much now. They had already done everything that they could do to me. From now on it would just be more of the same. I knew that wasn't true though. For one thing, I would be conscious now, aware of the humiliating things I was being forced to submit to. That aside though, I had no doubt they had more and greater humiliations in store for me.Tom came over and stood in front of me and said, "We had a great time last night Kim. You behaved like the perfect little slut. Personally though, I am looking forward to doing it all over again now that you are going to know what's happening to you and hate every minute of it. That turns me on so much more than when you were oblivious. Why don't we start by having you stand up and take that fucking bikini back off?"He reached down and took my hand and pulled me to my feet and stepped back. I realized that it didn't matter. They had not only seen me naked; they had all had sex with me over and over last night. I didn't have the faintest memory of it though. As far as my mind was concerned, this was all new to me.I looked at Tom, standing nearby with my address book in his hand and my brain spun madly trying to think of some way out of this mess. I saw that one of them had begun recording me standing in the center of the room and I saw the looks on their faces. The anticipation and the lust were one thing, but I also saw how much they were getting off on the idea that I hated this. I was terrified and I was humiliated and that was turning them on.I looked down at the stained carpet and reached behind my back and untied the top of my suit. As soon as I untied it the cups fell away from breasts, exposing them. I reached behind my neck then and removed it and dropped it on a nearby table. There were a few chuckles. I supposed that they were amused at my humiliation. It was obvious that they were enjoying degrading me nearly as much as they enjoyed the sex. I have to assume that they enjoyed the sex. They weren't letting me go.I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my bikini bottoms and slid them down and let them fall to the floor. Then I stood naked in front of them again. I fought the urge to cover myself with my hands. I realized that it would be silly at this point, and that they would only be amused by it.Tom said, "That's a good girl. Now get your nasty ass in the bathroom and take a shower. You stink."As I was leaving the room, biting my tongue to keep from pointing out that I didn't "stink" before they had raped me, Tom turned to his buddy with the camera and said, "John, why don't you go with her. Get some good shots of her in the shower."John trailed behind me with the camera and I was acutely aware of the camera recording my every move as I turned on the shower and used Tom's soap and shampoo to wash the dried cum from my abused body and my stiff, cum encrusted hair.John kept the shower curtain open enough to watch me and he filmed every embarrassing moment. I had no desire to go back into that living room and serve as a sex toy for those horrible men, but I was really being creeped out by John filming all of my most private moments. He even recorded me on the toilet when I sat down to pee, forcing me to spread my legs so that he could film the urine spraying from my body. I shuddered in revulsion as each new humiliating experience was recorded. Before I went back out I brushed my teeth with my finger and some of Tom's toothpaste. I was able to finally get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I imagined that it wouldn't be long before they remedied that though.When I returned to the living room Tom called me over to where he was sitting and pulled me down into his lap. He sniffed at me, sarcastically, as if to see if I were actually clean enough to touch. Then he smiled and said, "Much better. Now, my friends and I have been planning your day while you were getting cleaned up. You are smart enough to know that the things that amuse us won't be as much fun for you as they are for us. The thing is, you know that you don't have any choice, don't you?"I nodded. It was true, no matter what happened after this, they already had enough information to ruin my life, destroy my marriage and my reputation. Tom continued, "Good, because I don't want to have to keep threatening you to make you behave. If you get to be a problem, we can always give you more of that drug I gave you last night and you have seen how you behave then. Trust me. We are a pretty imaginative group. The pictures could get much worse if we drugged you again."There was no doubt in my mind that these men would take pleasure in destroying me if I didn't do as I was told. I just wasn't sure if I could do this. I had always been a very conservative person. I was not one of those girls that dressed to thrill and liked to show off. I had never, before last night at least, had sex with multiple partners and I had certainly never posed for revealing photographs. Brian had tried on numerous occasions to get me to pose for some sexy pictures. He had desperately wanted one of me in a sexy pose to take with him to Iraq. In my mind though, I could just see him showing it to his friends and I couldn't do it. I love him, and I like it that he thinks I am sexy, but that is just between me and Brian. Or at least it had been until last night.As Tom warned me about obeying his orders his hand moved over my body as if he owned me. I hated it that when he touched certain places, those places that only my husband should be able to touch, I felt myself responding. I knew that it was just a physical response and that I had no control over it. It was like my body was surrendering to him though and I hated that. What I hated even more was that, until he got tired of me, he did own me. He pushed me out of his lap and said, "Come on, let's find you something you can wear. It's a beautiful day out there. We don't want to spend it cooped up in here."I wasn't sure. I didn't want to spend the day here with these horny men. On the other hand, I was terrified of what public humiliations they had planned for me.I looked around at the cruel faces that continued to ogle my naked body and there wasn't a hint of sympathy in any of them. These guys were all older, around thirty or so I guess. That was all that I knew about them though. So far I only had names for three of them, Tom, Rory and John. Before last night I had only had sex with two guys. I had been with my husband and a previous boyfriend when I was seventeen. Now the total had increased to seven over night, and I still didn't know the names of two of them.I followed Tom back to his bedroom and he said, "We just need to find something that you can wear to get you to where we are going. Once we get there we can find you something more appropriate."He reached into closet and pulled out a dress shirt and handed it to me. I put it on and started to button it up. He stopped me before I could button anywhere near enough buttons. I looked down and the shirt's tails just barely covered my pussy in the front. I doubt if it fully covered my ass. He had made me stop buttoning it before I had gotten as high as my breasts. It was loose fitting and the front hung away from my breasts so that anyone looking from the side could see them.I was standing there, waiting for him to hand me something else to wear but he just smiled and said, "Perfect! Let's go."I gasped in shock. I had resolved not to keep balking at his orders. I knew that he was always going to win. I could get arrested going out like this though!I said, "Tom, wait!"He stopped and turned around and I saw the look on his face. I knew I wouldn't get anything else to wear. He was looking forward to humiliating me. I hesitated for a second and said, "My feet, can't I at least wear my sandals?"He looked down and said, "I guess. They're in the living room. Let's go bitch."I thought, "I'm not a bitch, you bastard!" I bit my tongue though. I didn't want to make him feel like he had to prove my new subhuman status to me.I stopped on the way out of the bedroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was actually going to leave the apartment looking like this. I turned around and I saw that nearly an inch of my ass was exposed below the shirttails. I rushed to catch up with Tom before he felt the need to exert his authority over me any further and as I entered the living room again the guys hooted and laughed at my degrading outfit. I looked around and spotted my sandals under a lamp table and I slipped them on and then the guys all stood up and we went outside. It was nearly eleven on a bright Saturday morning and there were people out everywhere. There were guys washing cars and people on their way to the pool and heading out to go where ever they normally go on Saturday. Every person we passed stopped what they were doing and stared at me. The guys all gaped as they caught flashes of my breasts as the shirt fell open or my ass which was readily displayed as I went past. The women stared in shock and disgust. This was an apartment complex largely occupied by young singles and couples who were either living together or had recently married. I imagine that they saw a lot around here. I had noticed some pretty skimpy bikinis at the pool yesterday. So it was pretty obvious from their reaction that I was exposing a whole hell of a lot of skin. All I could do, though, was blush and keep my head down and keep walking.We walked to Tom's car and it was like a clown car the way the six of us squeezed into his small four passenger car. I found out the names of the last two of my tormentors when Tom said, "Harry, you're the smallest. You sit in the middle and John and Steve can sit on the outside. The bitch can sit in your lap."Rory, the largest of the five, sat in the passenger seat in front and recorded the struggle as the three men squeezed into the back and pulled me in after them. It was impossibly cramped, but they just laughed about it.Before the doors were all closed, Harry had my shirt opened and pulled aside, baring my breasts to the camera and the many people walking around the parking lot. They all found this incredibly amusing. I was just horrified.I had no idea where we were going. I only knew that wherever it was I was going to hate it and I was going to hate what happened there. I slumped down a little in Harry's lap to keep my head from bumping against the roof of the car and as we drove off I had Harry's hands playing with my breasts and Steve and John both had their hands on my thighs. They were pulling my legs farther apart and making it easier for Rory to get some more humiliating pictures of me.Tom drove to the an area of town where adult oriented businesses seemed to congregate and pulled into a parking lot in front of a place called The Camera Club. He got out and said, "Wait here. This shouldn't take long."As soon as he was gone I was turned in my seat so that my back was against the door and my legs were across the laps of the men squeezed in the back seat. They pushed my legs apart and played with my body cruelly and laughed at my reactions. One of them took one of my nipples into his mouth and after teasing it to hardness he suddenly bit down cruelly and I screamed and jumped and tried to pull away. They seemed to think that was hilarious.When they were no longer amused by that, Harry seemed to be intent on picking me up by my pubic hair. He reached down and grabbed a large clump of my pubic hair in his fingers and closed down and started slowly lifting. I clamped my hands down on his wrist and held on and screamed in pain and begged him tearfully to stop.They laughed and laughed as he kept pulling for several more long moments. He finally lowered my ass back down and as he took his hand away they laughed again at the amount of my blonde pubic hair that remained in his fingers. It had been pulled out by the roots!I was crying loudly now and begging them to stop. Rory was filming it all and laughing at my pain and humiliation.Tom finally came back out and his friends stopped tormenting me. I was crying again and as Tom leaned in the window and said, "Everyone out." I wiped my eyes with the shirt sleeves and cried out, "Why are you doing this to me?!"When I was standing beside the car Tom turned me with my back to the car and lifted my head and said, "We are doing this to you because it is fun. You are a fucking tease. You led me on at that party last night and then when I wanted some of your sexy ass you suddenly had to go home. Well fuck you bitch! You won't be teasing any one else. Next time a guy wants some of your ass you're going to give him some. You fucking frigid bitch!""I'm not a tease!" I exclaimed. "I didn't lead you on. I danced with you for Christ's sake! Do you think that every girl that dances with you is supposed to sleep with you?!"Tom sneered at me and said, "You did a hell of a lot more than dance with me bitch. You spent a couple of hours telling me how lonely you were and how much you missed your husband and waiving your tits and your ass in my face and making me think that you wanted to get laid. Then you said, "I have to go now after I wasted all fucking evening on you!"I just shook my head in disbelief. It hadn't been like that. I had not led him on. In fact, I had tried to get rid of him several times. He would not take a hint. All I could say was, "It wasn't like that. I didn't lead you on."He had a look of hatred on his face now and he said, "Bullshit! You spent hours teasing me and then, when you had had your fun you just wanted to go home. It's time you learned your lesson bitch. We're going to teach you, you get some guy hot for you from now on, you had best put out. You think that damned pussy of yours is solid fucking gold or something the way you guard it. It's just pussy bitch, and it's meant to be fucked."I was just staring at him in shock now. It was beginning to dawn on me that aside from the fact that he liked to drug and rape women, there was something wrong with this guy. He seemed to think that if a woman talked to him and then didn't sleep with him then he could do anything that he wanted to her and she had it coming!He grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the building that he had just come out of. As we walked he said it again. "Remember that bitch. It's just pussy."He pulled me into The Camera Club and I looked around and saw pictures of nude and semi-nude women everywhere. There were a dozen men standing around inside and they all looked up when I came in. As soon as they saw what I was wearing, or nearly wearing, they became a lot more interested. Tom smiled at them and pulled me along to an office in the back. He pulled me inside and shut the door and I found myself looking across a cluttered desk at a large black man in his mid to late fifties. He looked me over and said, "Not bad. Lose the shirt."I glanced at Tom, but he just nodded. So I slowly unbuttoned the shirt he had given me to wear and let it fall open in front of me. It no longer covered me, but the black man said impatiently, "I said lose it girl!" He looked at Tom and Tom smiled and said, "She isn't too bright, and she is new at this. Don't worry, she won't be any trouble."Then he turned to me and said, "Will you, you stupid cunt?"I looked down and shook my head and shrugged the shirt down off of my shoulders and held it in my sweating hands. Tom took it away and ordered me to turn around slowly.I obeyed, and as I turned the black man commented on my body. "She's kind of cute. Her tits are too small and she doesn't have much of an ass. She has a cute little cunt though. Yeah, I guess she'll do."When I had finished turning around he got up and took me back out into the hall and into a room with racks of clothing. He looked through some of it and pulled out a handful of clothes and told me to get dressed.They stood there and watched as I put on the lacy underwear and then a pair of thigh high hose with lacy tops that matched the underwear. I put on the plaid skirt and plain white blouse and a pair of silly looking saddle shoes and they looked at me approvingly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I saw that they had dressed me like a Catholic schoolgirl!The man asked me, "Do you know what is going to happen now?"I shook my head. I didn't know, I wished to god I would never find out. I just wanted to leave. I knew that whatever it was I was going to hate it.He said, "You are going back out front and mix with the customers for a few minutes. You better be nice to them too. I ain't kidding bitch. I got some other outfits and some really kinky studio sets that you would hate a lot more than you are going to hate this one. So you better figure out how to paste a smile on your fucking face. You mix with the customers and smile and make nice and if someone gets fresh, well, that's just too fucking bad.""When you have warmed them up a little I am going to take you down the hall to a private room and you are going to pose for them while they take lots and lots of pictures. You pose any fucking way they ask you to pose. When ten minutes have passed, a bell will ring and you take off your blouse. You pose for ten more minutes and the bell will ring again. You take off your skirt. At the next bell you take off your bra, and then your panties. After that, you pose for twenty minutes in just your stockings. Any pose that they ask for bitch. I better not get any complaints. Do you have any questions?"I was so scared now that I was shaking. In a quivering voice I asked the only question that I could think of. "What if they want to touch me?"He smiled and said, "They can touch you, they just can't have sex with you. They have to pay extra for that."I shuddered in fear and revulsion and covered my face with my hands and started crying again. Tom suddenly snatched me up by my hair and said, "That's enough of that shit. It's time to start practicing that smile you teased me with last night bitch."Tom wiped my eyes with the shirt he was carrying and we started out of the dressing room. "Wait!" I suddenly said. I had thought of another question. "What happens to those pictures? Oh god. What if someone I know sees them. They could end up all over the internet!"The black man smiled and said, "Shit happens. Now smile god damn it!"I tried. I knew it was more of a grimace than a smile. It didn't really satisfy them. The black man just glowered at me and said, "Keep working on it you stupid cunt."He led me back out into the front room and pushed me towards the dozen or so men that were milling around looking at the pictures of naked women on the wall. He then got their attention and said, "Gentlemen, this is our newest model, Little Kim. This is her first time. She's a cherry so to speak. Look her over and if you are interested she will be modeling in a few minutes. Feel free to ask her any questions."The men swarmed around me. At first they kept their hands to themselves. They all looked like a bunch of weirdoes. They ranged in age from early sixties to one guy that didn't look like he was eighteen yet. Most of them looked kind of nerdy and it occurred to me that this was probably the only way some of them ever got to see a naked woman.One of them, the one that I assumed was the oldest asked, "How old are you honey?""Twenty-one," I answered in a trembling voice."You sound scared," one of them said. "Are you scared?"I shrugged and said, "It is my first time, I'm pretty nervous."One of them spotted my wedding ring and asked, "Does your husband know that you are doing this?"I blushed even more deeply and shook my head.One of them asked, "Are you a prostitute?"I quickly exclaimed, "No!"He wasn't satisfied though and he asked, "Then what are you doing here? Do you like taking your clothes off in front of guys you don't know?"I didn't know what to say to him. I looked at Tom who was standing nearby listening and enjoying my discomfort.Tom spoke up and said, "I brought her here to teach her a lesson for being such a tease. I hate a fucking tease. She needed to learn a lesson."The men around me all seemed to think that was an admirable goal.As I stood there surrounded by the geeks several more came in and after looking at me they went and spoke to the black guy and gave him money. When he was satisfied that there were enough of them he said, "Okay gentleman, the show is about to start. Do you all know the rules?"Everyone seemed to nod or mutter something quietly under their breath. Then he came over and took my arm and said, "Okay gents, if you will follow me."He pulled me back down the dark hallway to a room that was set up in one corner like a small classroom and in the other corner like a small bedroom. In between was a small stage, raised about a foot off of the floor with a nasty looking fur rug in the middle of it.I was led to the class room area and then the black guy stepped back and said, "Okay gentlemen, when the bell rings your time has begun."Then he moved out of the way. I looked around nervously and I noticed that the walls didn't go all the way to the ceiling. I also noticed that Rory was standing on something and looking over the top of the wall and filming us with his fucking movie camera! The others, Tom, Harry, John and Steve were standing in the back of the room watching. It was obvious that they were amused, and it was also obvious that they were getting aroused.The bell rang and I looked at the fifteen men that were ogling me and waited for some suggestions. One of them ordered me to sit in one of the small student desks and they formed a semi circle in front of me and I was quickly ordered to spread my legs farther and farther apart. When everyone that wished to had taken a picture of my panties I was ordered to stand and bend over until my hands were touching the floor. The short skirt I was wearing pulled up and I suspect that by the time I was positioned where they wanted me nearly half of my ass was exposed.I stayed like that for a few minutes and then I was placed on the teacher's desk against the front wall. They didn't tell me how to pose this time though. Two of them sat me up on the desk and lifted my legs and positioned them with my heels on the edge of the desk exposing my panties again. It seemed though, that positioning my legs required a lot of touching and their hands had slid up over my thighs, raising my skirt as they placed my legs where they wanted them.I looked down and I was dismayed that the crotch of the panties looked like there was a slight darkening along the area over my pussy, as though I was getting wet. I was sure that wasn't possible though. I wasn't aroused in the least. I was terrified.After those customers that cared to had taken the shot, and I noticed that not everyone was taking pictures thankfully, they pulled me to my feet and put me back up on the desk on my hands and knees and made me lean my head down on my arms. They gathered around and knelt down and took more humiliating pictures. Then the bell rang.Two of them lifted me off of the desk and they all watched eagerly as I unbuttoned and removed the blouse. As I slid it off I couldn't help being aware of how hard my nipples were and how obvious it was through this thin, lacy bra.I heard a lot of comments on the fact that my nipples were big and hard and could be seen through the lace that covered them. I returned to posing as they ordered me around. I put my hands behind my neck and my elbows back and thrust my chest out for a couple of pictures. Then I clasped my hands behind my back and thrust my shoulders back. One of them stood me beside one of the student desks and reached down and grabbed my leg and lifted it up and set it on the desk portion. My skirt slit up and again more pictures were taken. I had time for several more photos, each preceded by a groping as I was placed into lewd and lascivious poses before the bell rang and I nervously removed the skirt.Now the older man, the guy who was in his sixties and seemed to have taken charge, decided to move to the small stage and I was led over with hands on my ass to the small stage. I was placed on the fur on the edge of the stage and they moved my body into more and more poses. Things didn't start heating up until the next bell rang and my bra came off. There was a lot more touching then and as they moved me around they all took turns squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples. Many of the pictures featured hands manipulating my breasts or pinching my nipples. Then the bell rang again and I was pulled to my feet and two men saved me the trouble of removing my panties. One of them moved to each side of me and the rest of the crowd took pictures as they slowly slid my panties down. The pictures got a lot more obscene now. I was placed on my back and my legs were held wide apart and I was forced to spread my pussy open for them. There were several pictures taken with fat fingers all the way inside of me.I was turned over and placed on my hands and knees and ordered to pull the cheeks of my ass wide apart and I listened to the cameras going off behind me. Then I was left in that position for more poses as hands reached in and defiled my body.It was horrible and I had never been so degraded in my life. What made it worse though were the jokes about the moisture that had begun to seep out of my traitorous pussy.Those last twenty minutes seemed to last forever. Towards the end of the allotted time men were posing with me in lewd poses that simulated sex acts and the crowd was laughing at me and calling me nasty names. Every part of my body was exposed and photographed and handled roughly by complete strangers, and it was all caught on film.The last bell finally rang and the men slowly put their cameras down. The black man came back in and I was led outside by Tom and Steve. The black man spoke with the men inside that had just spent and hour photographing me and then he opened the door and pulled me back into the room and tossed me roughly onto the bed in the far corner of the room. Before I realized what was happening two of the men walked up and as the rest of the men took more pictures the two men pulled their pants off and got on the bed with me. One of them moved behind me and as I screamed he forced his cock into my pussy and held onto my hips and began raping me violently. The other had taken up a position in front of me and forced his cock into my mouth. The crowd was loud and raucous as they crowded around and took more nasty photographs from every angle. I struggled at first, but these two large men that were raping me paid no attention. The one in my mouth came first and after he filled my mouth with cum he pulled out and held my head up by my hair so that they could take pictures of my mouth and the load of cum on my tongue. Then he moved his head down and in a cruel voice said, "Swallow it bitch. Come on baby, eat that cum, it's good for you."I was crying again and you would have thought that someone in that crowd would have cared. Not a single man showed the slightest sympathy for me. They all knew that I was here against my will. Tom had told them that from the very beginning. I guess the idea that I couldn't say no to them was a big turn on for them.Once the man that was fucking me had his orgasm, both men let me go and got off of the bed. I lowered my head to my arms and cried, thinking that it was over. What can I say? I'm a natural blonde.I felt the bed move again and two more men joined me in the middle of the bed. The cameras started clicking away again as the next pair took up where the others had left off. It went on and on. I don't think that they all raped me. Some of them just took pictures. But most of them took me on that bed. When it was finally over the customers were herded out and Rory came downstairs and got some close-ups of my cum-covered body. After he had let the customers out the black man came back in and dropped his pants and pulled me to my knees in front of him and forced my sore lips down over his large, black cock. He fucked my face violently for a few minutes as Rory got a lot of close-ups, then he stood me up and bent me over the bed and fucked my sore, sloppy pussy from behind. His was by far the largest of the cocks that had raped me this afternoon and I was already very sore. I cried out as he used his cock on me like a weapon and when he finally came he pushed me back down on my knees and forced me to clean his filthy black cock with my mouth.He finally let me go and after he put his pants back on he picked me up by my arm and dragged me to a bathroom and shoved me into a shower stall. I don't know why he was so violent. It was like he was punishing me for being a victim!He reached in and turned on the water and a blast of cold water sprayed over me. I screamed and tried to scramble out but he just smiled and held me under the water as cum from a dozen men was washed from my body. The water finally began to get warm and I stopped fighting. I stood under the spray with my legs spread and let the many loads of cum drain out of me and wash down the drain. The black man watched in amusement the entire time and said, "I could make a lot of money off of your skinny ass. I'm going to have to talk to your boyfriend about bringing you back in here more often.I groaned in despair at the possibility of having to go through this again. He saw the despair in my face and said, "I love how much you hate it. It turns me the fuck on. I may have to set up some special shows for you. The boys seem to like you a lot."I finally was clean and he shut the water off and pulled me out, soaking wet and led me down the hall. Tom and his friends were waiting out in the front room, along with a growing crowd of customers. Tom handed me the shirt I had been wearing when I arrived and I put it on gratefully. It was instantly soaked through, though, and my breasts and my pubic hair were as much on display as if I were naked.The guys were tired of hanging around though. The black man handed Tom a wad of bills and said, "Pretty good haul for a first timer, bring her back any time. We could make some real money off of her ass."I was pulled outside and we stood around the car for a few minutes. We didn't leave though. They decided to go and get a beer in one of the places nearby. We walked to a bar and as we walked in we had to pass a by a large man at the door screening customers. He looked at me in my wet shirt and just smiled and nodded.We went in and sat down and I had not realized at first that we were in a strip club. The first clue should have been the pictures around the entrance. The second might have been the waitress who was wearing only a pair of black panties. I didn't fully understand until the loud music started and a woman came out on stage and began to dance in not much more than a bikini. The bikini didn't last long though. In a couple of minutes she was dancing in the nude and I was sickened at the lustful looks on the faces of the customers and the way they started walking up to the stage and inserted folded bills into the girls garter, often with long lingering touches and fingers obviously moving over her pussy.She had a phony smile on her face and I had the impression that she was only barely aware of what she was doing. I don't mean to imply that she was drugged or something, though she might have been. It was more like while she was dancing she was thinking about her car payments or the weather or something.She did not seem to enjoy her work. The guys didn't seem to care though. They only cared that she was naked.The guys I was with sipped their beers. I gulped mine, trying desperately to get the taste of strange men's cum out of my mouth and throat. Many of the cocks that had been forced into my mouth had been crammed down my throat and my throat hurt so much that I could hardly talk. That wasn't a problem though. I didn't have anything to say to these guys, and if I had it would have just amused them. So why bother.When I had gulped my beer down Tom got up and went to get me another. I sipped it a little more slowly and the guys kept their eyes on me, but talked among themselves a little. There wasn't much conversation though. The music was too loud to talk over comfortably.I finished my beer and sat and waited for them to decide how they wanted to humiliate me next. They finished their beers and Tom ordered another round for us, paying for them with the money he had made pimping me out at The Camera Club.The stripper finally finished her act and the music returned to a background level and conversation resumed around the table. Tom asked me how I had enjoyed posing and I just gave him a dirty look. He laughed and then he said, "Your second beer, it had more of the drug in it. Not as much as last night. You won't be oblivious this time. It's just going to loosen your ass up a little. The stuff has a cumulative effect though. So I have to be careful. I wouldn't want you to turn into a full time slut. I want you to hate what we are doing to you. If you start liking it then it won't be nearly as much fun. We have another new experience planned for you though and I want you to look good on film, just in case we decide to start sending movies to your husband."I could feel the drug working already. I felt it tingling all through my body. My nipples were becoming super sensitive and my pussy was tingling and I was starting to feel very horny.I asked him, "What is it? What kind of drug are you giving me?"He smiled and said, "Nothing you can get from your druggist. It is a combination of some drugs and some herbs and some male hormones that all act together to make an uptight cunt like you get real horny. If I give you a double dose you get like you did last night. You become a cock crazy slut that will fuck anyone and love it, but the next day you won't remember a thing. A single dose though, you just get so horny you can't say no to anyone, even if you wanted to, and you won't.""If you took it, a lot of it, over a long period of time it would start to have a permanent effect. I wouldn't do that to you though. I want you to keep hating it. Now drink up. It's time to go. You are feeling it, I can tell."He was right. In my entire life I had never wanted a cock in me as much as I did right that moment. Well, except for last night, judging by the movie they had made me watch. I didn't remember that though. Yet I was fully aware and still dreading the humiliation, which had not abated as the horniness increased.I gulped my beer down and we left the bar. We didn't go to the car. I was led to a nearby building with only one sign outside. A large, neon sign that just said 'open' in big red letters was blinking over the door. We went inside and on the inner door was another sign that warned that you must be twenty-one to enter and that you shouldn't enter if you were offended by nudity.We passed through the inner door and I came to a sudden stop. I had never seen anything like it. I had never imagined anything like it. I knew now what this place was. I had heard about them. It was what was known as an adult book store. Everywhere that I looked I saw images of naked women in the most obscene poses. Along the walls I saw rack after rack of sexual devices of all descriptions. I saw all kinds of things that I had no idea what they were used for, beyond the fact that they were obviously sexual in nature.There were movies and books and magazines everywhere. I was so shocked by what I saw that at first I didn't even notice the men. There were probably a dozen men of every possible color and age and description. Each was moving around checking out the merchandise. At least that was what they had been doing until I came in. Now they were all staring at me and my nearly see-through shirt which was nearly unbuttoned all the way to the bottom. The men all stared at me as I was led inside and we began to move up and down the aisles stopping to look at obscene pictures. The guys took great pleasure in pointing out women being fucked by large groups of men, or being tied up and whipped. They showed me several magazines about women with women and asked if I had ever eaten a cunt. I hadn't, of course, and I quickly told them so.Tom showed me one movie about a woman being gangbanged by twenty-five black men and said, "I bet you could beat that record easy."I shuddered in revulsion, but my nipples were still hard and my pussy still tingling and if I had the opportunity right at that moment I believe I would have taken advantage of it. I had become so horny from that drug that I had to force myself to keep my hands away from my pussy. I felt like if I could just rub it just a little I would feel so much better.We moved over to the racks of clothing. They were the kind of things that husbands bought to get their wives to look sexy for Valentines Day or something. The typical male fantasy wear. Most of it was see-through and some of it was even edible. They looked through the racks and picked out several articles of clothing. Tom called over to the clerk who was watching from the counter, every bit as eagerly as his customers who had begun to follow us around. He asked if it would be okay if I tried on a few of the items and the clerk said, "Sure, anything but the panties. If you try those on you have to buy them."Tom grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Then he handed me a tiny loose fitting, very thin crop top that had writing across the front. At first I was grateful for any covering, until I saw what it said. In big black letters it said, "Well Fuck Me!!"I heard the laughter of the men around me and it was obvious that they approved. Tom left me standing there in the little crop top and looked through the racks and came up with what was not much more than a loin cloth. There was an elastic waistband and a piece of nearly transparent cloth in front and back. There was a gap down each hip of at least three inches between the pieces of cloth. The pieces of cloth just barely covered my pussy and my ass as long as I didn't move. The comments were pouring in from the men gathering around and a lot of them were asking how much. For my part, the drug had really taken hold of me now and I really wanted this to happen. I needed a cock in me. If it didn't happen soon I was going to start begging, and I still had enough self awareness that I desperately didn't want to do that.Tom started to pull me over to the counter but as we passed by all of the sex toys displayed on the wall he stopped and reached up and pulled down a pair of wide leather wrist restraints joined by a twelve inch chain and a spiked, black leather collar. We went to the cash register now and as Tom paid for the clothes and the other items from my previous earnings, the guys put the collar and the restraints on me, with the chain running behind my back. I was then led through a door in the back wall and into a room about the size of the small living room in my apartment. The center of the small room was empty but the walls were lined with ratty old couches and nasty overstuffed chairs.One major difference between this room and my living room was that there was a big movie screen in the front of the room showing a movie. I don't know what the movie was. All I could see was a large black cock thrusting violently into an equally large white pussy. The screen was filled by the couple's genitals! The sounds of sex filled my ears and between the sights and sounds of obscene sex filling my senses and the drugs I had been given I was desperate now for someone to fuck me.I needn't have worried. That was what I was here for. Tom started it. He pushed my little crop top up over my head and let it fall down my back and hang over my wrist restraints. He removed my tiny skirt and wrapped it up with the shirt I had been wearing earlier and set them aside. Then he pushed me down to my knees and as I knelt I felt something wet on my knees. It was not until later that I realized I was kneeling in cold, stale cum.Tom forced his cock into my mouth and down into my throat in one violent thrust. The men that had been in the room when we came in, and the others that had followed us in were gathered around, ignoring the movie now, and they were all impressed as I let Tom fuck my face for a few minutes before he pulled me up and bent me over and fucked my pussy from behind. As soon as I felt his cock enter me I screamed and came, loudly urging him on. He laughed and called me a nasty cunt and as he fucked me violently Rory took his place in front of me and began to fuck my face with his much larger cock.Tom and his four friends all fucked me before they turned me over to the rest of the men in the room. Rory had returned to filming, but none of them seemed to care as they lined up to use one of my orifices. I have no idea how long it lasted, but even though my throat and my pussy got sore, I never wanted them to stop. A few of them fucked my ass too, but even that was making me cum. In the beginning, after I had fucked and sucked Tom and his friends, there were probably close to two dozen men in the room. I had already fucked a dozen or so men at the photo club. That didn't matter though. Because of the drugs I couldn't get enough cock now. We were there for hours and men kept coming in from outside and joining us. I could not begin to guess how many men used my body that afternoon. I swallowed half of their nasty cum, all of it that they sprayed in my mouth and throat. The cum that they shot into my pussy and my ass was running down my thighs in streams. Just as they were about to cum a lot of the men pulled out to spray my body with cum and by the time I had reached a point that they would no longer touch me I was nearly covered in it. My hair was completely caked with it.I don't know if the drug was finally wearing off or if I had finally gotten enough cock, but by the time they ordered me out of that room I was ready for it to be over. The pain had begun to take over now and I could hardly walk. I was led out of the room naked, but I was so covered in cum that no one would touch me. Tom led me to the men's room and the men inside looked up and laughed as I came in. I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was wrong. Tom ordered me to lie down in the large aluminum trough that was the urinal. It was about eight feet long and there was a stream of water running through the center of it. It smelled of piss and it was really gross. I looked up at Tom and shook my head and started to back up, even though there was no place that I could go. My hands were still fastened behind my back. I couldn't even open the men's room door.Tom said, "I warned you. Don't piss me off cunt. I am not going to tell you again. If I have to dirty my hands by picking you up and throwing you in there, trust me, you'll regret it."I was crying again now. I was crying so hard that I could hardly see. I could see that Rory was filming again though.I slowly approached the trough and I raised one leg and put it inside and into the cold water. Then I tried to figure out what to do next. I finally leaned down, resting the rounded edge of the filthy, piss covered trough between my breasts and rolled clumsily into it. Once I was lying there, men started coming over and pissing on me, washing the cum from my hair and face and then the rest of my body. In addition to being pissed on I was laughed at and called horrible names and some of them even spit on me. All I could do was lie there and sob hysterically. They left me there for a long time. Men came in and pissed on me and then stood around to watch while more men came in and took their turns. Eventually the cum was washed away, but now I was covered in piss. I couldn't believe he would want to take me anywhere now, not like this!When he had gotten bored with this, Tom offered a free blowjob to anyone brave enough to help me up. There were no takers though and so Tom ordered me to get out on my own. I struggled, with a great deal of difficulty, to get to my knees and then I finally stepped out of the trough. I nearly slipped and fell on the slick floor, but I managed to keep my feet and Tom ordered me to stay where I was.Tom went out and came back a few minutes later and ordered me to follow him. I was led out through a back door and he turned on a faucet and hosed me down with cold water. He even used it to spray cold water up inside of me and then they all laughed at the huge volume of cum that was inside of me as they watched it wash out of me and collect on the ground.When he was finished my hair was still stiff with cum, but I was as clean as I was going to get without hot water and soap. He stopped on the way back through the bookstore and bought me another crop top. But he didn't put it on me. He put his dress shirt back over my shoulders and buttoned it just enough to keep it on. Then we went to the car.The guys in the back seat were not as anxious to have me sit in their laps now, and no one tormented my abused body as we drove back to Tom's apartment.When we got there I was led through the parking lot again and my appearance drew a lot more attention from the other tenants. I was taken straight to the bathroom and Tom pushed me into the shower and turned on the water. It came out cold at first and I screamed, but I no longer struggled. I was broken now. He turned me around and unfastened my wrist cuffs and dropped those and my slutty crop top to the floor of the shower and ordered me to clean up and to clean off the top and the cuffs as well. Then he left me alone.I leaned my head against the wall of the shower and cried hysterically for a long time before I finally pulled myself together and began to soap up and wash my hair and my body. I noticed that despite all of the sperm that had drained out of me while I was being hosed off earlier, more of it had begun draining out of my abused pussy.I shuddered in revulsion as I thought about all of the cocks that had emptied their loads inside of me today. I didn't even have any idea how many there had been. I knew that there were at least fifty men in the two places that they had taken me. Yesterday at this time I had been intimate with two men. Now the number was over fifty, and unknowable. My body hurt all over and I knew it wasn't over yet.The water was cold when I finally shut the shower off and stepped out onto the mat and dried off. I brushed my teeth with my finger and some of Tom's toothpaste again, but even after I had done it three times I could still taste the cum, I could still feel it coating my mouth where I couldn't reach with my finger.Finally I wrung out the crop top that was on the floor of the shower and hung the cuffs over the shower curtain and went out. I shuffled slowly out to the living room and I was relieved to see that only Tom and Rory remained. I hoped that I had seen the last of the others, but these two were undoubtedly the worst of the bunch.Tom looked up when I came in and said, "Damn bitch! I was beginning to think you had drowned." I didn't respond. No response was necessary. I stood just inside the room and waited for him to tell me what to do.He looked me over and said, "Come over here and sit down. We're going to watch a movie."I sat between him and Rory on the couch and they started the DVD in the player. I wasn't even surprised when the screen came to life and I saw myself being photographed by a large group of men. They did a lot of fast forwarding to get to the good parts and Tom promised me that he would see that I got a good, edited copy later. I watched as I posed in fewer and fewer clothes, though they fast forwarded through most of that. We watched most of the last part, where I took on almost all of the men two at a time on the bed and then had sex with the black man that ran the place.It was awful, but it wasn't as bad as the next part. I saw the difference in me as we moved to the adult book store. I could tell that I had been drugged. I hadn't blanked out like I had last night, but it was all a big blur until we watched the DVD and it all came flooding back. I was once more an eager participant in my own rape. Right up until the very end. I watched as the men took me two at a time again. Mostly they were ugly old men of every description, every race, and every type. They were not making love of course, just fucking. Actually, it was more like they used me to masturbate with. The main goal did not seem to be to have an orgasm so much as it was to degrade me.I tried to cover my eyes when they took my cum-covered body into the men's room. It was just too disgusting to watch. They made me watch though. They forced me to watch as I crawled into that long urinal and the men began stepping up and they gleefully washed the coating of cum from my body with urine. I watched as my hair and face were frequently singled out by one ugly old man after another and sometimes several at once and they laughed and joked among themselves as they sprayed their streams of urine in my face. Others seemed to concentrate on my breasts or my vagina and often there were as many as a half a dozen men pissing on me at the same time. It all came back to me now as I was forced to watch. Then, of course, there was the final indignity as I crawled from the urinal and went outside to be hosed down, and out. As the DVD came to an end, Tom and Rory both stood up and pulled their pants down and I was ordered to suck them both off one last time.I dropped to my knees and moved between Tom's legs and he smiled at me and said, "You have really drained me today cunt. I think I can get off one more time though, if you really work at it. So get to work."My jaw was already so tired and sore, but I knew that if I protested he would make me regret it. So I forced my mouth open and slid my lips down over is cock, all the way to the base. He sighed and said, "Damn that feels so fucking good. I love cunts that can deepthroat. That's good baby, suck that thing. Get your protein darlin'." I worked his cock with my lips and my tongue and teased his balls with my fingers and after a very long time I finally felt him tense up and I buried my face in his crotch and let him shoot his cum down my throat.When he pushed me away I moved over to Rory and I almost cried. His big cock was only semi hard and I was so exhausted. I crawled between his legs and began kissing and licking his balls and then his cock and it began to twitch and grow. When it was nearly hard I began moving my lips down its slimy length, struggling to take him into my throat. Except for the black man at The Camera Club his cock was larger than any of the others that I had been raped with. It was very hard to take it into my throat. I no longer gagged, but it was so painful.I finally managed to get his cock hard and take it into my throat and I started working on it just like I had for Tom when I sucked him off. As I sucked him he reached down and grabbed one of my nipples and then he sat back and pulled and squeezed my nipple, very, very hard. I groaned in pain and he turned to Tom and said, "I love the way her fucking throat vibrates my cock when she is moaning in pain. That really gets me off." It may have really gotten him off, but not in a hurry. It took a long, long time.When I had brought them both to one last orgasm for the day I was finally allowed to put on the outfit that Tom had bought for me and go home. I was ordered to return tomorrow at ten in the morning. I put on the loin cloth skirt and the second top that Tom had bought on the way out of the book store. I looked down and saw that it too had writing on it. In big black letters it said, "I Put Out!"I slipped my sandals on and grabbed my purse. Tom ordered me to wear what I was wearing now when I came back tomorrow. I rushed out before anything else could happen to me and I thought about heading over to the pool to look for my shorts and my top, but I could see people hanging around the pool and I couldn't face anyone in the clothes that I had on now.I hurried to my car and drove straight home. I parked in my usual place and looked around. It was Saturday. It was late in the afternoon and there were people all over the place. They were sitting around talking or washing their cars or just coming and going, just like always. I waited until there were as few people as possible between me and the steps up to the second story where my apartment was located. Then I got out and rushed to the stairs with my eyes down. I was terrified of meeting the gaze of someone that I knew in this slutty outfit. So of course, just my luck, as I was about to reach my door the two bachelors in the apartment next to mine came out of their apartment and started towards me. They spotted my tiny, slit skirt and came to a sudden halt. I ignored them and fumbled with my key in the lock, giving them time to read the printing on my crop top, which was cut so short that the bottom curve of my breasts was exposed. We knew each other to say hello to, but we weren't friends or anything. One of them said, "Hi Kim. I love your outfit!"I mumbled a thank you and hurried inside and locked my door and then I stood with my back against the door and slid to the floor and cried my eyes out. I woke up an hour later, curled up in the fetal position on the floor in front of my door. As soon as I woke up the memories of my day flooded over me. I struggled to my feet and went to the kitchen and pulled out the only bottle of booze we had in the house. It was a bottle of rum that had been under a cabinet, unopened, since we got married. I opened the bottle and mixed it with a little coke in a large glass and gulped it down.My stomach warmed up and my brain calmed down a little and I went into my bedroom and undressed and took a long hot bath. I struggled not to think about what had been done to me in the last twenty-four hours. Every time I started to relax though, my mind was again filled with those horrible images and I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into despair. I did not think that I could possibly force myself to return to Tom's apartment tomorrow for more of this horrible, degrading, humiliating abuse. Every time my mind returned to what happened I started crying again. I sat in the tub until the water was uncomfortably cool and then I stood up and rinsed off. I put my robe on and went out and poured another large rum and coke. I don't particularly care for rum and coke, but it was all that I had available, and I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to go out ever again.I wanted Brian to come home and save me. Yet I was terrified that he would find out what I had done. Or what had been done to me. I knew that if he saw those DVDs my marriage was over. If anyone saw them, anyone that I knew, I could never face them again. I thought about getting out the pistol that Brian had left for me for emergencies and killing Tom and his four friends. If I did though, then it would all come out. I would still lose everything. I realized that I had to return tomorrow. I had no choice but to put myself back in Tom's clutches and do whatever he ordered me to do for his amusement. It was the only possible way to protect the life that I had built for myself. I could only pray that Tom would feel that he had tormented me enough, because I could not take much more of this without losing it. If it wasn't already too late, I was a little worried about my mental health at this very moment. I couldn't stop crying, and I couldn't stop reliving the worst of the acts that I had lived through today. I finished my second large drink and when I stood up to go to the kitchen, I was woozy and I realized that the only thing that I had in my stomach today, was a few beers, two large rum and cokes, and god knows how much cum. I couldn't stand the thought of food though. So I put my glass in the sink and went to my bedroom and crawled under the covers and cried myself to sleep.It had still been light when I went to sleep, probably around six in the evening. I didn't wake up until almost eight the next morning. I had an awful headache when I woke up. I struggled to the bathroom and took a shower and then I brushed my teeth over and over.I put my robe on, I couldn't bring myself to wear the items that I was going to have to wear when I left the house, and I went to the kitchen and had some cold cereal and juice. I rinsed my dishes out and brushed my teeth again. I put on some lipstick and brushed my hair and finally I forced myself to get dressed.I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed that from the side, when I moved, the cheeks of my ass were largely exposed as the rear flap slid to the side with each step. I knew it was revealing when I had worn it yesterday but I had no idea just how revealing it was. The top was just about as bad. Putting aside the horrible writing on the front, the material was so thin that my nipples were plainly visible, and it was cut so that the bottom curve of my breast was visible from just a fraction of an inch below my nipple. To make matters worse, as I moved around the top would creep up. I had to keep adjusting it, pulling it down over my nipples. All of that capped off by the big lettering over my breasts. "I Put Out!"I watched the clock and at the last possible minute I headed for the door. I thought about yesterday and I ran back and put my toothbrush and toothpaste in my purse and took them with me.I opened my door and stepped out and as I locked my front door I tried not to think about all the people that were stopping what they were doing to watch me. I hurried to my car, conscious of how much of my butt was exposed by every step that I took. I forced myself not to cry as I drove to Tom's apartment. I parked as close to his door as I could and then I stared at the clock. I had nearly five minutes before I had to knock on his door. I sat there in my car until the last possible second. I got out and knocked on his door at exactly ten o'clock. Steve let me in. Tom was in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee and Rory and Steve were in the living room watching the DVDs again.I didn't look at the TV, but I heard the sounds of me being raped, and apparently loving it. I saw that all of them had hardons and I had a good idea how I would be spending my morning. I was grateful that Harry and John weren't there, at least not yet. Tom came back into the living room and ordered me to strip. That didn't take long. When I was naked he said, "You have some morning wood to take care of cunt." Then he set his coffee cup down and pulled his shorts down and beckoned me closer with his finger.I had already surrendered. There was no fight in me or I wouldn't have been here. My body had recovered to a surprising degree from the abuse I had suffered yesterday. My throat was still a little sore, but nothing I couldn't deal with. I knelt between his legs and began sucking his cock. I had a hard time taking it into my throat at first, but after a moment or two I managed to force it down again and once I had broken that barrier again it became easier. It was certainly not pleasant, but I could do it. Once I had gotten started he ignored me and watched my rape on the TV. They were watching the first DVD again. It was the first night, when I had been drugged and raped, the night that I didn't remember. The sounds of my passionate moans and my pleas to be fucked harder and for more cock really turned them on, and they added so much to my humiliation. I already knew how much they loved to humiliate me. The noises in the background were disturbing and disgusting, but it got the guys off quickly. I was grateful for that. I didn't so much appreciate what happened next. I was told to put my slutty crop top back on and then Tom handed me the bottoms to the bikini that I had left in his apartment when I went home last night. They had been altered though. He had removed the liner.I slipped into it and looked down. It had been a fairly respectable garment with the liner in it. Now it was just as slutty as the crop top. To make it worse he snugged it up very tight and it started working itself into my slit. It was opaque when it was dry. I could make out the individual strands of pubic hair as the thin material was pulled tight. I knew what was going to happen when I went in the water though. This tiny little bikini bottom was going to become invisible, and there was no question in my mind that that was exactly what he had in mind.Tom grabbed a cloth bag with some suntan lotion and a few beers and we walked out to the pool. The apartment complex had several pools. One was primarily for small children, one was for anyone that chose to use it, and the third was for adults. Not that they permitted nudity or anything. They just asked that children not use that one. I don't guess that needs explaining.We walked over to the adult pool and I was told to sit in a lounge chair slightly separated from them. I was also told that I had to go into the water every half hour, and that when I came out I had to find someone to apply suntan lotion, front and back. I was also told that I was not to refuse anyone anything. If I was invited to leave the pool area I was to go, but not for longer than fifteen minutes at a time.I looked around. I was already attracting attention. There were a few young couples, but most of the people sitting around were small clusters of single men, and the occasional woman, or women in pairs for self defense.Tom handed me a bottle of lotion and a beer and told me to drink it, and then to go swimming for a few minutes. Then he and Rory and Steve went to some nearby lounge chairs. They were close enough to listen in on any conversations I might have.I set the lotion down and got as comfortable as possible. I sipped my beer and tried not to think about what I was about to have to do. I knew what would happen to the crop top and the bikini bottom as soon as I got in the pool. I could see it now. When I got out of that pool I might as well be naked. There was going to be nothing subtle about it.I took as much time with the beer as I thought that I could get away with. Then I stood up and went to the pool steps and slowly walked into the cool water. I heard the comments some of the guys made as I went by. You know what I mean, the kind of sexist, demeaning things that immature guys say in that purposefully too loud voice when a sexy woman goes by.I just ignored them and walked into the pool until the water was up to my neck. I leaned up against the side of the pool and enjoyed the cool water on my skin for a few minutes. I was dreading what came next though. I glanced over at Tom from time to time and saw him watching me and grinning. He got tired of waiting before I did and he nodded at me. I slowly walked back to the shallow end and climbed the three cement steps and stepped out onto the deck. I glanced down quickly and saw that it was just as bad as I had feared that it would be. I might just as well have been naked.I walked quickly back to my seat and tried to ignore the disbelieving stares as I passed by the people seated beside the pool. This time there were no remarks. All conversation stopped. I could only be grateful for the dark sunglasses I had on. They were all that I had to hide behind.After I passed I heard the loud buzz of excited conversation among the guys. I ignored them and walked back to my chair as if I were not naked and sat down. It was only seconds before one of the braver young men came over and tried to start a conversation with me, and I had to let him. He introduced himself and told me how much he loved my outfit. I thanked him, and then I remembered what else I had to do. I asked him if he would mind putting some suntan lotion on me and he didn't seem to mind at all, if you can believe that. I handed him the bottle of lotion and lowered the back of my lounge chair and closed my eyes and tried to make believe that a complete stranger did not have free access to my nearly naked body.As he was opening the lotion bottle he said, "That's a fantastic shirt you have on. Is it true?"I looked down to the large black letters. "I Put Out?" I also noticed my stiff and very visible nipples. I knew that Tom was listening and I said, "Yes, it's true."This guy was working fast. He hadn't even put any lotion on me yet. He looked down and said, "I'm pretty horny. How would you like to come to my apartment and put out?"I smiled nervously and said, "Okay, but I need to be back in fifteen minutes." I took the lotion from him and put it down and I sat up. He helped me stand up and waived at his friends that were staring in disbelief. As he led me off I thought, "Oh well, at least he isn't fat, old and ugly like most of the men that raped me yesterday." In fact, he was kind of cute. He seemed awfully young. I doubt if he was any older than eighteen. I figured that would work to my benefit. This would probably go pretty quickly.As soon as we left the pool area he put his arm around my shoulder, but it quickly slipped down to my waist and then down farther until his hand was resting on the cheek of my ass. When I didn't say anything he began to squeeze it lightly and he told me all the way to his apartment how hot he thought that I was.We never got more than ten feet into his apartment. As soon as we got to the apartment he was sharing with two other kids from the nearby college he lifted my top and attacked my breasts clumsily. He was rough and obviously didn't know what he was doing.After mauling my breasts for several minutes he pushed my bikini bottoms down and turned me around and bent me over an easy chair and then I felt him struggling to find the entrance to my vagina. He was poking me blindly with his hard cock and it was getting pretty painful. Finally I reached down and took him in hand and guided his hard cock to my vagina before it ended up in my butt.As soon as he felt my pussy close round his hard cock he swore loudly and began pistoning in and out of me like a stray dog. I don't think he lasted a whole minute, thankfully. He just basically used me to masturbate. I was even more convinced now that he had been a virgin. He had managed, finally, to put his cock inside a woman, but I don't think you could call what he did sex. I think that after he came in me and pulled out quickly he was still, technically a virgin. That just was not sex.I used a couple of tissues from a nearby box to wipe myself off and as I pulled my bottoms back up he asked, "It doesn't seem like you are really into this. Why are you doing it?"Like I could have gotten into what he had just done to me! I wasn't sure what to say to him. I couldn't tell him that I was being blackmailed. Finally I just said that I had lost a bet and I tried to evade the rest of his questions.Before we left his apartment he asked, "So you have to have sex with anyone that asks you?"I hesitated. I didn't want this getting any more out of hand than it already was. I ended up nodding and he grinned and said, "Hot damn! That's fucking far out!" Far out?! Nobody says that anymore! As we walked back to the pool I asked, "Do you still want to put lotion on me?"He said, "Shit yeah!"College kids and their rapidly expanding vocabulary!He followed me to my chair and I stretched out on my stomach and let him cover my back with lotion. When he was done he said, "Okay, now turn over."I glanced at Tom and he was grinning. This was, after all, what he had in mind, humiliating me.I turned over, carefully, making sure that my top covered my nipples. The guy started spreading lotion on my stomach, but quickly worked his way up under my top and rubbed it into my tits, after first making sure that his friends, who were sitting nearby, were watching.When he had my tits all greased up he moved down and eased his fingers under my bottoms and wasted all of that oil on areas that were not exposed to the sun. He enjoyed it though and his friends thought it was hot.He was sitting on the edge of my lounge chair as he applied the lotion and when he was finished he said, "Thanks for the fuck," and went back to his friends. I heard them talking excitedly and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I ended up fucking all of them.I was right. Before I even had time to get up and go to the pool and rinse off, another of that small group of college kids came over and looked down at me. He read the writing on my top and asked, "Is it true? Ted says you'll fuck anyone that asks."I glanced up at him, then over at Ted, he had never told me his name, not that it mattered. Ted and six other guys were watching excitedly as I turned back to my latest suitor and responded, "Yes, it's true."He grinned and said, "I'm asking."I sat up and slipped my sandals back on and stood up and we walked away as everyone around the pool stared. I guess it was obvious what I was doing, or what they were doing to me.We went to a different apartment this time, but still I got no farther than the living room. We stepped inside and he said, "Get undressed," and he slipped his trunks off.He sat down on the couch and spread his legs and I knew what he wanted without being told. I knelt between his legs and sucked him off. He didn't last much longer than Ted had, which was good for me, but he had the most bitter cum that I had ever tasted. I had been raped enough lately that I had gotten used to the unpleasant taste of cum. I didn't gag anymore. Not until I tasted this guy's cum. It was horrible. I finally managed to swallow it and I stood up and started getting dressed again when the door opened and a half a dozen young guys swarmed in. They had apparently discussed the situation out by the pool and decided that there was no need to do this one kid at a time.I wasn't going to be back at the pool in fifteen minutes, but there was no way that these guys were taking no for an answer now. No one asked this time. They just got out of their trunks as quickly as possible and I found myself on my knees in the middle of the room with one cock in my pussy and another in my mouth for the next few minutes. It was just drudgery. None of them lasted long enough to get me excited, even if I could have under the circumstances. They laughed and joked, all at my expense, as I serviced them. There was no foreplay, hardly any touching. They pretty much ignored my breasts and just filled which ever hole was vacant after one of the young men in front of them had cum. It actually wasn't much more than fifteen minutes before I was on my way back to the pool. I had provided relief to all eight of them now and it had been disgusting and degrading, but after yesterday it wasn't so bad. I knew that it wasn't over though.When I got back to my chair Tom pointed at his watch and gave me a dirty look. I shrugged and held up seven fingers. Then I started to sit down. He shook his head and I knew that he wanted me wet again. There were a lot more people here now. Most of the lounge chairs were in use. I attracted a lot of attention again as I walked to the pool in my slutty outfit and hurried into the water. Once in the water I rested my arms on the sides of the pool and enjoyed the cooling water. I tried not to think about what was going to happen when I got out. While I was relaxing a couple of black guys came up and took up positions on either side of me. They looked like they, too, were college kids. One of them smiled and said, "I couldn't help but noticed your shirt as you walked by. It takes a lot of balls to wear that thing around here. Where did you get it?"I said, "A friend bought it for me and asked me to wear it."The kid smiled and said, "Do you just put out for your friend, or can anyone play?""Oh god!" I thought. "It's never easy."I finally said, "I can get away for fifteen minutes if you have somewhere close by to go."He looked at his friend with a huge grin and said, "We're sharing that apartment right over there on the corner. Is that close enough?"I nodded and he said, "Let's go."I followed him back out of the pool and across the deck and I felt everyone there watching me as I left the pool with two black guys and let them take me to their apartment. Once we had left the pool area they had their hands all over me. The one that had done all of the talking said, "Shit mama! You're just about fucking naked! Did you know your fucking clothes were invisible when they get wet?"I nodded. He said, "Shit, you must be a real slut, ain't you?"I sighed in resignation and said, "I am now."He said, "I got just what you need baby. Me and Nathan are going to give you all the cock you need baby. And if that ain't enough, I got lots of friends."I said, "I have to be back at the pool in fifteen minutes."He said, "Yeah, well, we'll see."I stopped and said, "No. I mean it. I have to."He looked at me funny and said, "What's the big deal?"I gave him a version of the story I had told the first kid. "I am doing this because I lost a bet. I have to follow some rules. I have to go with you to your room if you ask me, but I have to be back at the pool in fifteen minutes. Otherwise I'm in trouble. If I am going to get in trouble anyway, I might as well get in trouble for not fucking you as for fucking you."He said, "Well fuck, let's hurry up then."We went into his apartment and just before he started to close the door I looked up and noticed that I could see the pool quite well from here and I could easily see that more than a few people were watching in amazement as I followed him inside.He ordered me into the middle of the living room. I guess nobody around here fucks in a bed! I noticed that he didn't close the door all the way. I didn't say anything though. What would be the point at this stage of the game? I followed his instructions and took my two slutty little garments off and dropped to my hands and knees and they quickly dropped their trunks and one of them took my mouth and the other my pussy. This seemed to be just about the only way that I had sex anymore.I noticed that the stereotype wasn't always true. Both of their cocks were of average dimensions. The one in my mouth came pretty quickly. The other one though, the one that had done all of the talking, he took his time and used his hands and as much as I struggled not to, I found myself getting aroused. Just before he came he started slapping my ass and calling me dirty names and I don't know what came over me but when he finally grabbed my hips and plunged into me rapidly those last few times it drove me right over the edge and I came loudly.I groaned and rested my head on my arms as he stayed buried inside of me as his cock went soft. He finally pulled out of me and I rose to my knees and looked around for my clothes. I suddenly realized that there were a half a dozen teenagers, boys and girls, standing at the open door staring in disbelief. I hurriedly got to my feet and ran from the room as the two guys that had just used me laughed.I used the toilet and then wiped myself clean and put my slut suit back on. They were waiting for me by the door and as we walked back to the pool together I asked them if one of them would mind putting more oil on me. They were, of course, more than willing.I glanced at Tom as I resumed my seat. I didn't have the nerve to look around at anyone else. As soon as I had reclined the guy that had done all of the talking picked up the oil and started greasing my back. His hands, like those of everyone else that has been asked to oil me up, spent as much time under my clothes as on my exposed skin. It got worse when I turned over. He poured a bunch of oil on my stomach and as he worked it into my skin he kept pushing my already very revealing top up and off of my breasts. I tried several times to pull it back down and I asked him to stop, but he just kept moving his large black hands over my breasts and ignored my protests. After he was through tormenting me he tossed the oil to his friend who started at my ankles and worked his way up my legs until his long, black fingers were under my bikini bottom. I glanced around and I could see that there were probably a dozen people sitting around staring intently as these two young men felt me up and exposed my breasts for their viewing pleasure.He finally handed me the oil and thanked me for a good time and he and his friend went back to their chairs. He was the only one of the thirteen people that I had had sex with this morning that had at least been polite. As soon as I had that thought I thought, "Oh my god! Thirteen more men! How many more would I have to submit to today?"I knew that it was time to get back in the pool and get wet so that I would have to parade across the pool deck with my breasts and my pussy and my ass exposed in my slutty outfit once more. I just needed to rest a few minutes first. It was only a quarter to one in the afternoon and I was exhausted.I was also thirsty. I hadn't had a drink since the beer they gave me when I first came out here. I was hot and thirsty and I had the taste of cum in mouth. I was just about to ask Tom if I could get a drink when he wagged his finger at me and called me over. As I approached he reached into his bag and handed me his keys and said, "Go in and get us each a beer. Then you can start again once you drink yours. See, I'm always thinking of your well being."I didn't say what I was thinking about that.I walked to Tom's apartment and got four beers. I paused for a minute and leaned against the refrigerator and took a few deep breaths. I had to fight back the tears so that I could go back out there. I didn't dare dawdle too long though. It wouldn't do to give Tom another reason to torment me.I took the three guys their beers and then I returned to my seat and sipped mine. I wanted to gulp it, but I knew that when I finished it I would have to get back in the pool. I took big sips and I used each sip to cleanse the taste of cum from my mouth. I was half way through my beer before I could no longer taste the cum.I was nearly done with my beer when a man came over and, without even asking, he sat on the side of my lounge chair. He was older than most of the guys around here. I would guess that he was in his mid forties at least. He smiled at me and said, "I've been watching you. You're fascinating. You are young and beautiful and sexy and you are fucking anyone that asks you. You don't seem to be enjoying yourself though. I'm very curious."I told him the same story that I had told the others and he said, "I remain skeptical, but I find the prospect of fucking you irresistible. Would you care to join me in my apartment?"I told him that I would go with him, but that I had to be back in fifteen minutes. He said that was a shame, he would really like to spend a little quality time with me. I just told him that those were the rules I had been given and he stood up and held out his hand. I took his hand and he helped me up and we headed for his apartment. Unlike all the men that had gone before him this morning, he took me to his bed room and undressed me. He looked at my body with a look of awe. He was sweet and gentle and he lay beside me on the bed and teased my body and by the time he moved his body over me I was actually getting turned on.This was the first time I had been made love to since Brian left and even though I was doing this against my will, I found myself really enjoying it. Maybe it was because he wasn't just bending me over and taking me as though I were nothing but a life support system for a vagina. His hands explored my body, teasing me and turning me on. He actually kissed me, despite seeing me leave the pool with all of those men! He was very good at this and much to my surprise I found myself building to an orgasm and before he came I had a very nice orgasm. I tried not to show it. It was pretty embarrassing. He knew though. After he came he supported himself over me and smiled down at me and said, "That was nice. You don't seem like the kind of girl that would do this sort of thing, even on a bet. Is there something that you aren't telling me? If you are in some kind of trouble I might be able to help."I smiled at him. It was nice of him to ask. I knew there was nothing anyone could do though. I just had to get through this somehow. I thanked him for his concern and told him that I appreciated his offer and that I was touched by his concern. I didn't say anything else though. I didn't think that there was anything anyone could do. My major concern now was that those DVDs they had made of me not be seen by anyone.He finally pulled his soft cock out of me and I went to the bathroom and cleaned up quickly. I came back in and put my slut suit back on and thanked him for being nice and then we went back out to the pool. He walked me to my seat and I was just about to sit down when I saw Tom and his two friends stand up and he nodded his head at me and I went over to see what he wanted. He said, "That's enough fun for one morning. Let's go."We went back to his apartment and for the next forty minutes or so I helped all three of them take a shower. I stayed in the shower and they all came in with me one at a time and I soaped them up and rinsed them off. Then I was allowed to clean myself up.When I got out they were dressed and I put on my loincloth and the first top that he had bought for me. It was that thin little crop top that said, "Well Fuck Me!!"Just before we left the apartment Tom put the cuffs back on my wrists. I was getting a very bad feeling about this. What had happened yesterday had been horrible beyond belief. I had hoped, though, that it had been an aberration. That at least I would just be raped and humiliated occasionally and then allowed to go home. Obviously the games were not over. We went out to Tom's car and this time I sat in the front passenger seat. Tom started the car and then, just before he backed out of his parking space he reached over and lifted my crop top up over my breasts. Once more I was thankful for my dark glasses to hide behind. As silly as that sounds, it actually helped that everyone who saw me riding virtually topless could not see my eyes. And a lot of people saw me riding topless. Tom drove slowly through town to a small restaurant by the river and along the way dozens of pedestrians and people in other vehicles saw me sitting there with my breasts exposed.Tom parked by the restaurant and went around and opened the door for me and not until he had helped me stand did he pull my top back down over my breasts. We went in and through the restaurant and onto the back deck which was right up against the river. It was a beautiful afternoon, but a little breezy by the water and as we walked through the crowd to an empty table my loincloth was blowing around briskly, leaving me, for the most part, totally exposed and everyone we passed stopped talking and gaped at me. There was nothing that I could do about it though. My hands were still cuffed behind me. I'm sure that was a topic of conversation too. I was willing to bet that I was the only person in the place wearing leather wrist cuffs.It was getting worse though. As we walked through to our table I felt my top creeping up and when we sat down I saw that the bottom half of my nipples was now exposed. As I sat down the little flap of cloth that nominally covered my pubic area slid up and then blew to the side and I was totally exposed below the waist. I begged Tom to take the cuffs off, or at least straighten my clothes out, but he just grinned and said, "You stupid cunt, if I wanted you covered up you wouldn't be wearing that slutty outfit!"I could see that everyone on the deck was staring at me now. Only the ones closest to us could still see my exposed pussy. What was I thinking! Was I actually relieved that "only" a dozen people could see my pussy! Everyone, though, could see that I was wearing wrist restraints and that the bottom half of my nipples were exposed. I sat as still as possible and breathed slowly to keep my top from slipping up any farther. I was hoping fervently that our waitress would show up and I would be asked to cover myself.No such luck. We didn't have a waitress, we had a young waiter who enjoyed my display as much as the other customers and only smiled at me and grew a tent in the front of his pants as he took the lunch orders of Tom and his two friends. When the others had ordered the waiter looked at me and I looked at Tom and said, "I can't eat like this!"He said, "Order, when your food comes I'll take them off."I hadn't been hungry. It is hard to work up an appetite when you are being degraded. The smell of the food was getting to me though. So I ordered a sandwich and a diet coke.I heard the other customers around us beginning to talk again. I had a feeling that the subject of their conversations had changed. I could feel everyone staring at me and things were getting worse. I felt the edge of my crop top slowly slipping off of one of my nipples. Every breath that I took was making it worse. I told Tom that my nipple was about to be exposed. He just grinned and said, "If there are any complaints I'll take care of it."It was only seconds later that first one and then the other of my nipples popped free. The three guys at the table just grinned and ignored me and talked about how much they could get if they sold the DVDs that they had made of me this weekend.I noticed that as people left the restaurant they all went out of their way to pass our table. I also noticed that not many people left after we arrived. They kept ordering drinks and sat and stared at me, waiting to see what would happen next I suppose.Our waiter finally returned with our drinks and since the only way that I could sip my drink would be to lean forward and sip from the straw I waited. I didn't want that stupid top to ride up any farther on my chest than it already was. It was another five minutes or so before he came back with our food and finally Tom reached down and unfastened one of my wrist restraints. I was not totally freed though. He had Rory fasten the cuff to the leg of my chair so that I could only use one hand. I started to adjust my clothing to cover myself but Tom said, "Don't you fucking dare! You eat your sandwich and drink your drink and leave your clothes alone. You look just fine."I moved as carefully as possible, nibbling at my sandwich and sipping my drink, fully aware that every move I made was putting on a show for the people around me. My top slid up slowly with every move and my breasts were nearly totally exposed. I wanted desperately to cover myself. More than that, I wanted desperately to leave here. I was so totally humiliated. Things got slightly better when a well dressed man came over and introduced himself as the manager. He said, "I hate to have to say this, I have been watching through my office window and I have really enjoyed your little show. Unfortunately, I am about to have to seat a family with children out here and I am going to have to ask you to clean up your act, at least until they leave."Tom smiled and said, "No problem man." Then he turned to me and said, "Okay slut, cover up your shit."I quickly pulled my top down and covered my crotch with that little piece of cloth and held it in place. Once I was covered up the fun was gone and the guys finished their drinks and after Rory unfastened my cuff from the chair we left. I was really torn now. I had been deeply humiliated in the restaurant, but at least I had been relatively safe. I couldn't help wondering what Tom had planned for me next. Most of the places he took me I ended up getting raped.When we got outside my hands were cuffed behind me again and we got back in the car. It was just after three in the afternoon now. I groaned as I saw where we were going. Tom pulled back into the parking lot and parked in front of The Camera Club again. I couldn't keep quiet any longer. I begged Tom not to do this to me again. He just smiled and said, "Sorry babe. I had a blast watching you yesterday, and the money is pretty damned good."I was pulled out of the car and we went back into the club. The black guy that ran the place saw us come in and smiled. He came over and led us into the back and right to the changing room. He looked me over and said, "You know, personally I love the way you are dressed right now. But the customers want to be teased. They want some good panty shots before they get to the good stuff." He picked out some normal street clothes for me this time. I was given clothes that I might have selected for myself, given the opportunity. Tom removed the cuffs and while I was dressing, the manager and Tom walked out of the room. I knew they were discussing me, making plans for me. I tried not to think about it. I stood there in front of Rory and Steve, dressing in normal underwear and a skirt and blouse.Tom came back in, smiling evilly, and when he saw that I was dressed he said, "Okay, you know the drill. You go out and mingle with the customers and make nice. Then you take them back and pose as requested, taking off something at each bell. If you piss me off he has an S&M room that we can move this little party into. But you aren't going to piss me off, are you?"I shook my head, resigned to the idea that I was once more going to be a prostitute for their amusement.Tom smiled and said, "Good girl," and took my arm and pulled me out to the main room where I mingled with the customers again. As soon as I entered the room the men gathered around me. Some of the braver ones reached out immediately and touched me through my clothing. A couple of them squeezed my ass cheeks and one of them put his arm around my shoulders and let his hand rest on my breast. The questions they asked were mostly the same as they had asked yesterday. I told them my first name and my age and eventually they wanted to know why a pretty, young, married woman was doing this kind of work. Tom was right there to answer that one and once more they soon realized that I was doing this against my will and they seemed to get a kick out of that, just like the last group. I guess it was more fun for them that they got to despoil a housewife as opposed to some slutty prostitute that was doing it for money to buy drugs.There seemed to be more men this time and I looked around, trying to get a count. Men kept moving around and I wasn't sure that I could see everyone in the back, but it looked like there were about twenty men this time. It was the same kind of crowd though. Mostly middle-aged white men, with a sprinkling of younger and older and this time there were two black men as well.The manager decided that it was a big enough crowd and led us back to the studio. It was the same room that I had been in yesterday. I saw Rory filming over the wall again. Tom and Steve were standing in the back watching with amused smiles on their faces.Since I was not dressed like a schoolgirl today we skipped the classroom set. We went to the small raised stage in the center and I started posing as they requested. Almost immediately they had me lifting my skirt and spreading my legs and turning around and bending over and lifting my skirt in back. I had to hold the poses longer since there were more of them and they wanted to get some of the poses from different angles.All too soon I heard the bell ring. I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse. I slid it down and off and I heard the sound of camera shutters clicking like crazy. Then I posed cupping my bra encased breasts and holding them out to the men pressing in around me. On command I began teasing my nipples with my fingers. The hardest part was the facial expressions. They kept demanding that I smile, and then a sexy pout, then a shy smile. I don't think they were ever really satisfied with my smile. I hoped that they didn't complain.The bell rang again and I dropped the skirt and began posing in the bra and panties. They got a kick out of making me pull my panties up tight and forcing my pussy to bulge out around the crotch panel. They also thought it was fun to make me reach inside of the panties and play with my pussy. I was shocked when I stuck my finger in my pussy, as ordered, and it came away moist. I was relieved when I was ordered to turn around and bend over and then lie down and stick my legs in the air and spread them as widely as possible. I was hoping no one would notice that I had begun to get moist, but I heard several of them point out that my panties were getting damp over my pussy.The bell rang again and I sat up and took my bra off. As soon as my breasts sprang free the men started posing with me again. More and more pictures were taken with hands on my breasts, squeezing or pulling on my nipples. I was stood up after a few minutes and two men picked me up by the sides of my panties. They grasped the waistband and lifted my feet right off of the floor. They held me like that as men came in close for pictures of my pussy bulging out around the crotch of the panties, and several shots of their hands inside my panties as well.Just like last time, when the bell rang the men pulled my panties down for me and things started getting a little wilder. They took a few good pictures after they made me turn around and spread my legs out as far as I could and reach back to spread my ass cheeks for their viewing pleasure.Then they took turns posing with their fingers inside of me or rubbing their erections over me. I knew that soon enough their erections would be inside of me. I tried not to think about it.After I had posed in every humiliating pose that they could think of the bell rang again and I was led out of the room again. I waited in the hall with Tom while the manager was inside selling me to the customers. I remembered last time, how frantic it had been. I could only hope that it would be over soon. The door opened and I was brought back in and I saw a bench being carried in from what looked like a small storeroom through a door in the far wall. It was placed in the middle of the floor and I was picked up and laid down on it on my back. A thick leather strap was fastened around my midsection and my hands were strapped to the legs. My head hung down and as I looked out I saw that most of the men had already removed their pants. I saw hard, drooling cocks everywhere that I looked.The manager said, "Gentlemen, since this is a larger than average crowd, I am going to give you a little more time. So take your time and have fun." Then he stepped back against the wall and it started. As soon as he moved out of the way I had a cock in my mouth and it slid right down my throat on the first stroke. I struggled a bit, but then gave up and lay back as he began to fuck my throat. I felt my legs being lifted and spread and held down against my chest. As soon as I was opened up like that someone shoved a large cock into me violently. I don't know why all of these men felt the need to be so violent. It had been the same way last time. I guess they had a pretty low opinion of women. Or at least they had a pretty low opinion of me.As the two men fucked me I became aware of the shutters clicking again. I could only pray that these pictures were not being posted on the internet. I doubted if anyone I knew was the kind of person to search the net for this kind of thing, but you never know.It went on and on, much longer than last time. This time I was taken in the ass more often too. I knew that after a while they were going around more than once, I tasted my pussy and their cum on the cocks being shoved down my throat. I was really getting sore and I started crying after a while. I didn't expect sympathy, but I didn't expect what I got either. They laughed and held my head up using handfuls of my hair and posed for pictures with their cocks rubbing the tears around my cheeks and when they wanted more anguish in my expression they twisted and pulled cruelly on my nipples.The manager didn't stop them. He never interfered. He stood with Tom and Steve and watched until the men were finished with me. After his customers dressed and he showed them out I was freed from the bench and led to the bathroom and allowed to shower. When I had washed and dried Tom was waiting to take me back to the room. The manager bent me over the bench and fucked me from behind and after I had sucked him clean he handed Tom a handful of money and they went out of the room for a few minutes.When he came back in he handed me my slut suit and we left. We went to the strip joint next door. Tom and Steve and I went in, Rory said he would be right back and left us. We went inside and had a few beers. Rory rejoined us in about ten minutes. He had a bag with him which he set down beside his chair. I was hoping it wasn't something for me and I was praying that we wouldn't go back to the adult book store again. As horrible as everything that was happening to me was, that was the worst. This time Tom didn't drug me. All of our drinks were delivered by a waitress and I was the only one at the table that handled my beers. I hoped that meant we weren't going to the book store.Tom kept looking at his watch though, so I knew that he had something else in mind. It went without saying that I would hate it, whatever it was.Tom checked his watch one last time and left some money on the table and we walked out. As soon as we were outside we moved away from the door and Rory reached into his paper bag and handed something to Tom. It turned out to be a blindfold. Tom put it over my eyes and I was instantly scared. When I was blindfolded they turned me around in a circle several times until I was completely disoriented. They stopped and when I was steady enough to walk they led me off down the sidewalk. I was terrified that I was going back to the book store, but instead we entered another building. I knew that we hadn't entered the book store because there wasn't a double set of doors. It was quiet inside; or at least no one was talking. I heard people breathing. I heard footsteps. There were more people in the room than the four of us.People started moving around, but I never heard anyone speak. After a few minutes I was led down a hallway and into a side room. I heard a lot of footsteps as people followed quietly after us and gathered around us on all sides. Once we were inside the room someone took my slut suit off. My feet were spread apart and secured to the floor somehow. Then the cuffs that had been removed when I had entered The Camera Club earlier were put back in place and I felt more helpless than ever before.Whoever had been restraining my feet and my hands moved away and I heard the crowd moving closer. Large male hands began to explore my body. A lot of hands, I couldn't count them. I felt my breasts being squeezed and pulled at roughly and my nipples pinched and pulled, almost pulling me off of my feet.At the same time other hands spread my ass open and explored there while the fingers of at least two men began to pinch and pull at my pussy. The men seemed to take turns, feeling me up and then moving away so that someone else could have a chance to molest me. This went on for a while, and the total absence of the usual raucous and degrading speech was unnerving. I had no way of figuring out what was going on. I couldn't guess how many men there were or if they were young or old or black or white. The only thing that I knew for sure was that they were getting rougher and rougher and it was really starting to hurt. I started crying and when my crying became noticeable to the men I heard several of them chuckle as they tormented me.Someone grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and began twisting it. I thought at first that someone was just pulling my hair to torment me, but then I felt it being tied up, braided with a rope and another collar was put around my neck. I was bent at the waist and a chain was stretched from my collar to the floor. Finally the rope that was twisted in my hair was pulled back and wrapped around my waist. Yet another chain was attached to my collar and this one seemed to stretch up to the ceiling.I was in a very uncomfortable position. My torso was level with the floor but my head tilted back and faced forward. I was unable to move. I couldn't even fall down if I passed out. I would just hang by my hair. Then I heard Tom's voice saying, "Gentlemen, Mrs. Kim Little is now available for your sexual pleasure. Enjoy."I heard the sound of clothing rustling and I knew the men were undressing. Then it started. I felt an unusually large cock being forced into my pussy roughly. At the same time another large cock was forced into my mouth. Both cocks were very large and the guy fucking my mouth ignored my pain as he insisted on forcing his cock into my throat. I was starting to panic. His cock was much too large and I was sure he would tear something if he forced it down my throat. If not, I would certainly suffocate. There was no way that I would be able to breathe around it.The man that was fucking me began to slap my hips. I'm not talking about love pats. He was beating my ass. I screamed after one particularly violent hit and when I started to scream the man finally managed to force his cock into my throat, cutting my scream short.The pain was excruciating, but at least the guy fucking my throat let me get a breath every now and then. I don't know how long the men lasted. It hurt so much that it seemed like a very long time. When the man that was fucking my mouth had cum he pulled his long, fat cock free and as he stepped away he pulled the blindfold off. Through tear filled eyes I was able to make out that I was surrounded by a large assembly of black men. They were large, muscular black men with long, fat, hard cocks. I also noticed two professional looking movie cameras getting everything on film. I didn't know how many men there were, but I remembered what Tom had said when he saw that movie in the book store. He had been sure I could beat the record of the poor woman in the movie. So I assumed that there more than twenty-five men.As the next two men stepped up to use me I suddenly remembered Tom announcing my full name when he invited the men to take me. They knew my name! Oh Christ, what if the cameras were on when he said that?!The next two men were just as bad as the first two. They both had oversized cocks and they were both violent, seeming to take pleasure from my pain. By the time the third twosome had taken me I was starting to get numb. That was when they upped the anti. The next man to step up behind me stuffed his large cock in my stretched and swollen pussy, but after a few strokes he pulled out and the man fucking throat stepped back so that everyone could get the full effect of my screams as the man behind me rammed his cock violently into my unprepared ass. I passed out before he got two inches inside of me. When I came back around they had both been fucking me for a while. Restrained like I was I stayed in position to be fucked from both ends. It went on like for what seemed like a week. I was certain that I was being torn. I just knew that the liquid I felt running down my legs was blood. There was no way that those large cocks driving in and out of my throat weren't damaging me. I passed out several times after that, but it didn't bother them. I had come to realize that it was all about putting the right number of large black cocks in my body for the movie that they would be selling.It finally ended. I have no idea how long it had been. They left me tied up as the men dressed and left. Then the camera men moved around and got a few more minutes of film of the damage done to my body. When the camera men shut off their cameras and left I was finally untied. I fell to the floor and curled up in the fetal position and cried like a baby. I had never hurt so badly in my life. I was afraid to look at my lower body and see what damage had been done. I heard the door open and I saw the manager of The Camera Club come in. Now I knew where I was. He smiled at Tom and said, "You were right man! I didn't think she could fucking do it. They were thirty-five of the best hung men in town. While they were fucking her I got that other thing set up. She won't be worth a shit afterwards, but they pay pretty damned well for that kind of flick."I felt someone kicking my back and I finally looked up. Tom looked down at me with a look of disgust on his face and said, "Get your nasty ass in there and clean up. You fucking stink!"I tried twice to stand, but I couldn't. Tom finally reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me up. He unfastened one of the cuffs and pushed me towards the door. I almost fell, but I managed to make it to the wall and support myself. I stopped for a minute and looked down and was surprised that I didn't see any blood. My legs were shaking almost out of control as I staggered along the wall to the door and went down to the shower room. I sat on the toilet and let the cum pour out of me. Most of it must have run down my legs, but the amount that ran out of my pussy and my ass was unbelievable. There must have been at least a quart of it floating in the toilet when I finally wiped myself and stood up and moved to the shower. I took a shower as hot as I could stand it and after I washed I stood under the water and cried uncontrollably. I don't know how long I was in there, but eventually Steve came in and said, "If you don't get your fucking ass out of here you are going to be sorry bitch."I looked at him like the idiot he was and shut the water off. I dried myself off and went back out to the room that I had just been raped in. When I entered Rory tossed me my top and loincloth and I slipped them on. I looked around and spotted my sandals up against one of the walls and went and put them on.The manager and Tom were still talking, and whatever they were talking about really amused them, but they shut up when I came in and once I was dressed we left.I sat in the back with Steve and stared out the window as Tom drove back to the apartment. I thought they would let me leave now. I couldn't believe that they would want to touch me after what I had just been through. It seems, however, that they had really enjoyed the show and they didn't see how three more blowjobs would be that much of an imposition. They all dropped their pants and sat down and I went from cock to cock, sucking them all off. Then I was allowed to leave.Tom told me to rest up for a couple of days. He probably wouldn't bother me before next weekend. Unless he called me sooner, I was to come back to his apartment at ten next Saturday morning.I looked around and located my purse and went out and sat in my car. I couldn't even drive for a while though. I was crying much too hard. A few people stopped when they saw me and asked if I was alright. I just nodded and ignored them. I wasn't alright though. I was in terrible pain, mental and physical. I didn't know how I could come back here next weekend. I couldn't help thinking about what the manager of the club had said. What did they have planned for me that I wouldn't be worth a shit afterwards? What could be worse than what they had already done to me?I finally was able to stop crying long enough to drive home. I was surprised to see from the clock in my car that it was after eleven o'clock. I had to go to work tomorrow! I didn't know if I could make it. I knew that in the morning I would be damned lucky if I could walk, or sit. Or talk, come to think of it. I hadn't tried to speak since it ended. I tried to say hello as I drove and it was an unrecognizable croak. To make matters worse, the numbness was wearing off and my pussy and my ass were in terrible pain, and getting worse by the minute.I finally arrived at my apartment and parked. I looked around and thankfully I didn't see anyone. It was late and tomorrow was a workday. I took several deep breathes and then I got out and locked my car.I looked around and, seeing no one, I began walking unsteadily towards the stairs. I relied heavily on the handrail as I pulled myself up the stairs and I walked unsteadily to my apartment.Once inside I moved to the bathroom and began to fill the tub with mostly hot water. Then I went to the kitchen and poured another large rum and coke, mostly rum. I returned to the bathroom and took off my slut suit. I looked in the mirror and saw that my tits were covered with bruises. I turned around and my butt was black and blue too. I used a hand mirror and checked out my pussy, expecting it to be horribly disfigured. It was very red and it was swollen, but I saw no obvious signs of damage.I shut the water off and eased into the tub. As soon as I was seated I thought, "Shit! I forgot to take some aspirin!" I wasn't getting up again though. I relied on the rum for pain relief instead. I gulped it down quickly and thought how stupid I was for not bringing in two of them.I lay back after my drink was gone and let my head go back and my eyes close. I tried desperately not to think. Not to think about what had been done to me and not to think about what they had planned for next weekend. I couldn't though. I couldn't stop thinking about it, worrying about it, dreading it. Every time I went to that horrible man it got worse. Maybe it was time to let him carry out his threats. What was the sense of keeping this secret if I ended up dead?I sat in the tub until the water was too cool to be comfortable and then I rinsed off and went out to the kitchen. I took a couple of aspirins and made myself another large rum drink. I took it to bed with me and set the alarm and sat up in bed and stared off into space and drank my drink. When my glass was empty I slumped down and went right to sleep, or passed out, I'm not sure which.I finally heard the alarm in the morning, after it had been buzzing for nearly ten minutes. I sat up in bed and as soon as I moved I became aware of all the aches and pains. My stomach ached, my pussy felt like it was on fire and my ass felt worse. I went to the kitchen and took some aspirin and then took a hot shower. I felt a little better when I got out of the shower. I found some sore throat spray and that helped a little too. I probably should have called in sick, but I didn't want to sit in my apartment alone all day. I wanted to see a friendly face for a change. I got dressed and stopped on the way to work for a large coffee. I went right to my desk and sat down carefully and got to work. I thought that all of the damage that I had suffered was covered by my clothes, but several times people asked me if I was okay. I came to realize that it wasn't bruises they noticed. It was the look in my eyes. I got through the day though, and I was pretty proud of myself. It was nice to have something to take my mind off of my problems with Tom and his friends. If I had stayed home I would have dwelled on that all day and gone mad.I stopped on the way home and bought some more rum and another twelve pack of coke. I was developing a taste for rum and coke. As soon as I got home I called up and ordered a pizza and made myself a rum and coke. I had eaten hardly anything yesterday and I was very hungry. But I was too tired to cook.I changed into some casual clothes and sipped my rum and coke and felt the pain in my throat begin to abate thanks to the alcohol. By the time the pizza arrived I felt able to swallow. I poured another glass of rum and coke and only ate two slices.I put the rest in the refrigerator and went and got in bed and read my book for a few minutes and then I turned out the light. I lay there in the dark, just about to drift off to sleep when I realized that I had not written to Brian in four days! I almost got up and wrote him a letter, but I decided that I was too tired and besides, let him see what it's like to worry because you don't hear from your spouse for so long.The next morning I was feeling much better. I took another hot shower and dressed and had some cold cereal and juice for breakfast. I didn't even take any aspirin. I was still a little sore, but nothing I couldn't live with.When I got home that night I found a letter from Brian. I rushed in and opened it before I did anything else. It made me so sad. I mean, he said all the right things. He told me he loved me and that he was counting the days and that he thought about me all the time. He sounded tired though, and depressed. He said that there were things that he couldn't talk about, things that were upsetting him. Now I was even more worried. Now I felt even guiltier for the things that I had done, and more determined than ever to make sure that he never found out about them.The next day I felt almost normal. The day passed quickly and I went home and changed clothes and made myself a BLT which I had with a little potato salad. Just as I was putting away the dishes I heard a knock on the door and I panicked. It was only Wednesday. Tom said he would leave me alone for the week to recover. I calmed down and went to the door and looked through the peephole. I was relieved to see that it was just one of the bachelors from next door. I opened the door and said, "Hi, what can I do for you?"I am pretty sure that he had told me his name, but I didn't remember it.He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I really need you to look at something for me. It's very important. Would you please come next door for just a minute?"I really wanted to say no. I had no reason not to trust him, except that he was a male and he was single and I hardly knew him. I looked at him for a second, trying to figure out how to say no, but before I could speak he said, "Please, it's really important." I know it sounded silly, but I finally said, "Well, just for a minute, but you'll have to leave your door open. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea."He smiled and said, "No problem. It can stay open as long as you want it to."That sounded a little strange, but I pulled my door closed and followed him to his apartment. On the way next door he turned to me and said, "My name is Bill, by the way. We were introduced once, but it has been a while." He pushed the door open and I followed him inside. He left the door wide open, and walked into the room. When he did that it made me feel a little better. I saw his roommate sitting on the couch and I nodded to him.He smiled at me and watched as I followed Bill over to a desk in the corner and he sat down and moved the mouse attached to his computer. The screensaver went off and I saw a dirty picture on the monitor. I was too shocked to react at first. But then, just as I was about to tell him off, he clicked the mouse and there was another picture. It was me! Me and two men fucking on a bed!He showed me several more pictures and I realized that they were all from The Camera Club. Bill smiled up at me and said, "I have found about two hundred of them. Would you like to see more?"I covered my face with my hands and cried. Now what! How was I going to get out of this? I finally got myself under control and wiped my eyes and looked at him. He said, "Don't take it so hard. There are only two of us, and we aren't into rough stuff, or kinky stuff. We just like to get laid or get a nice blowjob every now and then. We don't want money. We don't want to get you in trouble. We just want to have a little of that pussy you are passing around so freely."I looked at him in shock for a moment. I decided to try to explain. "Look Bill, I am not doing that of my own free will. I was drugged and raped and they made me pose for pictures. Now I am being blackmailed. I am doing this against my will. Please, don't make me do this."He looked at my naked body between those two men on his screen and said, "I'm sorry Kim. That is a sad story. But after all of those men, what's two more?"I pleaded with him to be reasonable. He replied that he thought that he was. He said that for the first couple of weeks they would probably want to fuck me every night. But they would take it easy on me and after the newness wore off it would probably be only three or four times a week.I gave up. What was the use? I asked, "Here, now?"Bill nodded.I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but the guy that is blackmailing me is making things hard on me. I am still kind of sore. Please take it easy."He said that they would, and then he asked, "Do you still want the door open?"I looked down in defeat and shook my head. His roommate, who I soon learned was named Nick, stood up and closed the door. Then they waited for me to undress. I was only wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of terrycloth shorts and panties. They came off quickly and then Bill took me in his arms and kissed me while he moved his hands down and groped my ass. The bruises had faded on my ass, but there was still some soreness. I flinched when he grabbed me there, but he didn't seem to notice.While Bill was doing that I heard Nick undressing. I was soon pulled from Bills arms by his naked roommate and Nick took over kissing me while Bill undressed. I was led over to the couch and they sat me down between them and they took turns kissing me while they both groped me. The groping was much gentler though, and I was actually starting to get a little bit turned on. After a few minutes they each took one of my hands and put it on their cocks. I was relieved to find that they were both quite average in length and width. I gripped them and stroked gently. I figured it was to my advantage to get them aroused and get this over with quickly.Before very long the kissing stopped and I was gently lowered to the floor between Bill's legs. I took him into my mouth easily and he didn't last three minutes. I swallowed his load and Nick spread his legs and smiled at me. I walked over on my knees and repeated the process. He lasted a couple of minutes longer, but still it wasn't something that I couldn't cope with.Bill got up and brought us all back a beer and we sipped and they asked me for more details about how I got into this mess. I fleshed out the story a little, leaving out some of the worst of it. Then I asked them about the pictures. I wondered how many there were and if they were all in one place.Bill said that he had found a web site called The Camera Club by accident. He was actually looking for information on a camera club in the area. At first he had just browsed the pictures in amusement. There were dozens of girls with dozens of men. Most of the girls were very pretty and being a normal, red blooded male he had checked them out. He had come across my pictures and recognized me immediately of course. He took me back over to the computer and showed me the site. He showed me the thumbnails and there were, indeed, hundreds of them. That was not the most disturbing part though. The last frame was an ad for my upcoming movie release. The movie of that gang rape would soon be available. It would be a two hour movie featuring me in bondage being fucked by thirty-five large black men. They also promised more movies to follow. I nearly collapsed in despair. "Is that the only site you have found them on?" I asked.He shrugged and said, "Yeah, but I don't really spend a lot of time looking around for dirty pictures. I found yours by accident. The thing is though; guys will download those and spread them around. They are going to be posted around. You are too beautiful for guys to keep them to themselves.I leaned against the wall and said, "Oh god. My life is over."He said, "Once those things are out there, there isn't anything that you can do about it either."I shook my head and Bill stood up and said, "I'm sorry, you really got screwed, and it ain't over yet."He pulled me down the hall to his bedroom and I didn't even resist as he put me on his bed and got on the bed with me and started kissing me again. I just lay there and let him do what he wanted, until he started moving down my body, kissing my breasts and nibbling at my nipples. He licked his way down my stomach and worked his way between my legs and began eating my pussy. With all the sex that I had taken part in since I was drugged and raped by Tom, this was the first time my pussy had gotten eaten since Brian had left. I wanted to resist. I wanted to lie here quietly and let him do what he wanted. I couldn't though. It felt too damned good. I started slowly coming around. My breathing got shallow and my nipples got hard and I felt things I hadn't felt in months. Good things.I found myself reaching down and holding his head, pulling him closer and thrusting my hips up as he ate me. I started moaning out loud and then I heard myself saying, "Oh fuck, that feels so damn good!" Then I groaned again and I was cumming. I came hard and he let me finish and start to relax before he started kissing and licking me again. I was building back to another climax quickly but he stopped and moved up over me. I reached down eagerly and guided his cock to my pussy. I was surprised at how good it felt after what I had been through. I started lifting my hips to meet his strokes and we both came very quickly this time. I was embarrassed that I had given in so easily. When he had rolled off of me I covered my face and groaned and said, "Oh god. What am I turning into?!"He chuckled and said, "Just think of it as therapy. Something to take your mind off of that other shit you are doing."I gave him a dirty look and he just shrugged. He wasn't embarrassed at all that he was taking advantage of me, blackmailing me. He was, in effect, raping me. Fucking men!I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came out of the bathroom Nick was waiting for me in the hall. He took me to his bedroom and sat on the side of his bed. He made me kneel and suck him until he was hard again, then he just stood me back up and bent me over on the bed and fucked me from the back standing up. I never got turned on, but it was easy and it was over quickly. When he had cum I was allowed to dress and go back to my apartment.I hurried back to my apartment and made myself another rum and coke and took another long hot bath. As I lay there in the tub I found that what embarrassed me most about what had just happened was not that two more men had seen me naked or had sex with me. Or that they had seen hundreds of pictures of me being raped. What most embarrassed me was that I had cum, twice. On Thursday I somehow muddled through the day preoccupied with thoughts of the way my life had gotten so totally out of hand. I got almost nothing done. Then, driving home, I thought about my two neighbors and wondered what they would demand of me tonight. I purposefully avoided thinking about this coming weekend. I was terrified of what was to come.I made myself a drink as soon as I got home. I had a couple of slices of cold, left over pizza and sucked up a large glass of rum. Then I headed for my room to change out of my work clothes. I didn't make it though. There was a knock on the door and I returned to the living room to answer it. It was Nick. I opened the door and Nick said, "I just stopped by for a quickie. Bill and I talked it over and decided to do this at your house. He fucked you last night before I got to eat you out. I wanted to go first tonight so that I could get a taste of that pretty pussy of yours."I let him in and said, "I was just about to take a bath. I just got home from work. You might want to rethink that."He grinned and said, "I doubt if you worked all that hard. Let's go see."I led him to my bedroom and pulled the covers back. He sat on my bed and watched as I undressed and then he took his clothes off and we got in bed.He started out kissing me and touching me gently and just like with Bill last night it felt pretty good. I was feeling self conscious though and I wished that he had let me clean up first. I don't know why. Why on earth would I want to be fresh for a man that was blackmailing me into having sex?!I was uncomfortable though as he began kissing his way down my body and when his mouth was at my vagina he smiled up at me and said, "Just as I suspected. Grade A, Prime U.S. Pussy. It smells just like flowers."Then he started eating me. Just like last night, I was unable to resist. I was soon lifting my ass off of the bed and grinding my pussy in his face and cumming loudly. I was still cumming when he stopped and scrambled up over me and sank his cock into me quickly. I just kept on cumming. I came twice more before he finally came, and he didn't take very long at all. After he came he stopped moving and supported himself over me with just our pubic areas and our legs touching. His head was looking up and his eyes were closed and he was silent for a minute and then he said, "Jesus Christ you are hot! He opened his eyes and looked down at me and said, "When Bill showed me those pictures and suggested we use them to get a little of your sweet ass I thought that after all those guys it wouldn't be worth the bother. I got to tell you though, you have a fantastic cunt! Not to be course or anything."I almost laughed. He was being gross, of course. Still, it was reassuring. I had been really worried after last weekend, afraid that I had been permanently stretched out by those big dicked mother fuckers.Maybe there was hope for me yet.Nick got up and started getting dressed. He said, "You might as well wait here. I'll leave your door unlocked. Bill will be right over."I struggled to my feet and said, "Okay, but I have to go to the bathroom."I went to the bathroom and let his cum drain out of me. I cleaned up with some moist towelettes and when I got to my room he was gone. I sat on the edge of the bed and it wasn't two minutes before Bill came in. He was undressing as he came in the door and he piled his clothes on a nearby chair and sat down and said, "I love the way you suck cock. Let's start there again, sweetheart."I moved between his legs and took his cock into my mouth easily. It reminded me of the huge cocks I had been forced to suck when I was tied up at The Camera Club. I mean it reminded me of the contrast. After that night sucking a normal sized cock was so easy.He lasted a little longer than he had last night, but not much. After I swallowed his cum he collapsed back on the bed and I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft. I pushed his legs apart then and started licking his balls until his cock started twitching and then I took it back into my mouth and sucked until he was hard again. He sat up and pulled me up onto the bed and after a minimum of foreplay he climbed up over me and I guided his cock into me. He was much slower tonight. It felt pretty good. I knew that I wasn't going to cum though. Not just from this. Not without more foreplay. I wanted it to be over though and I put my arms around him and thrust my hips up to meet his quickening strokes and soon he was cumming for a second time. I held him tight and when he had cum I relaxed my grip and let him roll off of me.He lay beside me for a while, breathing rapidly for a minute. Then he sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. He finally stood and came around the bed and started dressing. He looked down at my sweaty body as he dressed and after a long silence he said, "I know I should feel guilty. I'm not a bad person. I have never blackmailed anyone before. But you are so fucking hot! I have wanted you since I first saw you. You are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. I'm sorry for what we are doing to you, but I just can't help myself."I didn't know what to say to that. There were some compliments in there, but I wasn't about to tell him that it was okay if he blackmailed me and forced me to have sex with him and his roommate for the next nine months until my husband came home and probably killed all three of us.After he left I took a shower. I was too tired to take a bath. I wanted to get to sleep.I was distracted again at work the next day. It got worse though when I returned from lunch and found a package on my desk.I sat down and stared at it. It was wrapped in brown paper and there was no note, no indication of who it was from. I was afraid that I knew though. I don't know how he knew where I worked, but I was terrified that he did, and had left this for me.I opened a desk drawer and started to put the package in it. I set it in the drawer and started to close it, but I couldn't stand it. I had to know. I put it back on my desk and cut the string that held it closed. I looked up to make sure nobody was watching and I slowly peeled back the paper. As I feared, it was from Tom. Inside was another crop top. I opened it up enough to see what it said on the front. It just said, "Sex Slave," in big black letters. I felt myself getting faint for a moment. I sat back and took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I looked to see what was under the crop top. It was another of those loincloth style skirts. This one was even worse than the other one I had been forced to wear. The small flaps of material that hung down from the front and rear were rounded off, not square like the other one. Even standing still I would be nearly naked with this on.I started to close it up when I spotted something else under the tiny skirt. It was a tiny, see-through piece of cloth. It was a thong, not something that I had ever worn before, or ever intended too. It was almost all string, except for a tiny patch of material that may or may not cover my pussy. It would be close. Then I spotted the note.I heard someone coming down the hall towards my cubicle and I snatched the note and shoved the package into my drawer. Who ever had been coming turned off before they got to my cubicle and I took several more deep breaths before I got up the nerve to look at the note. It just reminded me to be at his house tomorrow morning at ten. I was to wear what was in the package and my highest heels. That was all it said.I put the note in my purse and pulled the package out and taped it shut. Then I looked at the clock. I had an hour to go. I sat at my desk, shaking like a leaf, and stared at the clock.When it was finally time to go I walked out to my car in a daze and as I got in I tried to remember how much rum I had left. I couldn't. So I stopped on the way home and bought another bottle, just in case. I didn't figure that it would go to waste.I got home and went right for the rum. I was still making my drink when there was a knock at the door. I said, "Oh shit!" I said it quietly, to myself, as I went to the door and let Bill in. He looked at me and saw I was upset and he asked, "What the hell is wrong? You look like shit!"I finished making my drink and took a long gulp before I handed him the note and set the package on the counter. He read the short note and after glancing at me he opened the package and one at a time he held up the three garments inside.He tried to look sympathetic, but he couldn't hide his hardon. Fucking men!He may have felt bad for me, but it didn't stop him from taking advantage of me. He grabbed the package and my drink and pulled me down to my room. Then he set my drink on the nightstand and said, "Try them on. I have to see this.""Asshole!" I thought. I got undressed though, and I pulled on the tiny thong. The tiny piece of transparent material covered only my slit. It was about three inches long and no more than half an inch wide. I saw that I would have to shave off my pubic hair before I left here in the morning. I put on the tiny skirt next. The front flap started at my hip bones and curved around in a semi-circle. I had to push the waistband down below my naval before the little scrap of material covered my pubic area. The rear flap was even smaller and bisected the cheeks of my ass. It was only about five inches wide in the back and I turned my back to the mirror and saw that even pulled down as low as it was there was about an inch of the crack of my ass showing.I put the tiny top on then. It was as thin as the others, so that my nipples were obvious. And it was cut the same way. The bottoms of my areola were exposed as long as I didn't move. It got worse when I moved.I doubt if hookers would wear something like this!I sat down on the bed and held my face in my hands and cried for several minutes. Bill may have felt bad for me, but not bad enough that he was going give up his free pussy. He said, "You have to admit, you look pretty fucking hot! Jesus!"He picked up the phone beside my bed and called Nick and told him to come right over, there was something he needed to see.When he had hung up I looked up at him and said, "Thanks. Thanks for all the fucking help!"He smiled and shrugged and then Nick was there. They made me stand up and pose in my new outfit. Then they both started undressing. I got out of my new slut suit and they put me on the bed on my hands and knees and then they took me two at a time like they had seen in the pictures. They both came quickly and then it wasn't long before they switched ends and fucked me again. Thankfully the whole thing only lasted about fifteen minutes and they left, talking excitedly about my new outfit. I heard them joking about how good the pictures were going to be. Bastards!I finished my drink and took a shower. Then I went out to the kitchen and made another drink. I didn't really feel like eating. I was getting a steady diet of cum lately. I decided to make a tuna fish sandwich and I ate it at the kitchen counter before going to my room with the remainder of my second drink. I sat up in bed and stared at the new outfit that was sitting on my dresser. I sipped my drink and wondered what was in store for me tomorrow. I started thinking that I might as well not go. That bastard from The Camera Club was posting my pictures on the internet and he would soon be selling the horrible movie that he made. Eventually people I knew were going to find these things. Why not just tell Tom to go fuck himself?I couldn't though. The thought of what Brian would think when he saw those pictures and movies stopped me. I knew that the bastard would send them to him too. There was no doubt in my mind. I knew that my father would have a heart attack if he saw them. I didn't know if I would lose my job or not. I wouldn't be surprised though. I had to go back there. I was trapped.I got up the next morning and put on my newest slut suit. I looked outside and to my dismay I saw that it was a busy Saturday morning. Lots of people were around, and worst of all, lots of kids. I knew that I was going to hear about this. I waited until the last possible moment and then I made a rush for my car. Everyone stopped and stared, just as I knew that they would, but I made it to my car without any problems. I saw the shocked looks on a lot of mother's faces though and I knew that there were going to be repercussions.I drove to Tom's apartment and went to his door. It was the same three men today. I guess Harry and John were not a regular part of the group. As soon as I arrived they checked out my new suit and complimented me on my close shave. Then I gave all three of them blowjobs. When they had all cum Tom told me that they were going to pass the morning and early afternoon just like they had last week. We were going to the pool, and I would be taking on all comers. He said that he had come to realize that fifteen minutes in the apartments was restrictive and he would make allowances for circumstances this time. He gave me a bottle of lotion and a can of beer and said, "We'll do this the same as last time. You remember all the rules, right?"I nodded and they started for the door. I called out, "Wait! Where are my bikini bottoms?"Tom smiled and said, "Today you just take off your skirt and wear those panties for bottoms. Remember, if you aren't being fucked or hit on you go in the pool for a few minutes every half hour. Then you find someone to oil you up. Now get your ass out there."I couldn't breathe for a minute. I forced myself to take a couple of deep breaths, and then I pulled the top back down over my nipples. I struggle with the tears as I went outside and looked over at the pool. It was getting crowded already and as we got close I saw several people that I recognized from last week. The college guys were there, and they were obviously excited when they spotted me. I saw the older gentleman that had seemed so concerned, but had fucked me anyway, and the two black kids. I couldn't look at anyone as I unbuttoned my skirt and tossed it under my chair. I heard the people near me though. The hushed, "Oh my god," and the woman saying, "Look at that slut!"There was more, most of it was unintelligible. I could tell from the sounds of their voices what they were saying, what they were thinking. I sat down and took a big sip of beer. The thought of having to walk to the pool in this tiny outfit, naked for all intents and purposes, was just about all that I could take. I was so scared I thought that I was going to throw up.I almost hoped that someone would come and make me go to their apartment before I had to go in the pool. I thought that it would be better to be fucked in private than to parade around the pool like this. As it turned out, I got my wish. One of the college kids came over and looked down at me. He was grinning like an idiot, but he knew what he wanted. I looked up at him and he said, "Sex Slave huh? Does that mean that you are still putting out?"I nodded.He said, "Great, let's go."I set my beer down under my chair and picked up my skirt. I stood up and started to put it on but he said, "No, you don't need that. You look hot as hell just like that."I glanced over at Tom and he just smiled.So I dropped my skirt over my beer can and I was led off by the college kid, followed closely by his seven friends. I felt a little better about walking around in this tiny thong with all of these guys around me. I was still not looking forward to having sex with them, but I wasn't as upset about it as I was last week, before I made that god awful movie.They were all quick to undress and of course it took me no time at all. Then it was back to my hands and knees and two cocks at a time. They didn't seem to last any longer than they had last time. I doubt if it took much longer than fifteen minutes to satisfy all eight of them. I used the bathroom when they were done and then they escorted me back out to the pool. I sat on my chair and drank my beer which was starting to get warm. I had enough left in the can to rinse the taste of cum from my mouth. Then it was time for that walk to the pool. I knew that thongs were not allowed in a lot of places in this state. I didn't know the rules for apartment complex pools. But even if a reasonable thong would be permissible, this tiny, nearly invisible thing that I was wearing would be illegal anywhere but a nudist camp. No one was going to believe that this was the bottom of a bathing suit. I was obviously wearing a panty. I was obviously wearing the kind of panty that a woman wore for a man, to turn him on. There was no other reason for a garment like this to exist.I steeled myself and stood up and walked past a dozen people, all staring in disbelief at what I was wearing. I wanted to run and hide. Instead I forced myself to walk to the pool steps and go in up to my neck and cool off. I didn't relax though, because all I could think about was how much worse it was going to be when I got out of the water and returned to my seat.I was resting on my arms, expecting at any minute that someone would come over to me and I would be led away once more to fuck some stranger, or some group of strangers. I wasn't disappointed. The older gentleman from last week that had been so concerned and had offered to help if I were in trouble came over to me and said hello. I said hi and he said, "I see you lost another bet."Despite the terror I felt, I smiled at him. I said, "Yeah, I must be quite a loser."He took my hand and said, "Come on, let's go."I allowed him to pull me out of the pool and he led me quickly across the common area to his apartment. He left me standing in the living room this time and told me to wait there.When he returned he had a robe and he put it on me. I looked at him curiously as he guided me to his couch and pushed me down on it. He left the room again and came back again with two highball glasses. I didn't know what was in it, but I didn't care. I gulped it down gratefully.He sipped his and stared at me for a minute and said, "Okay, that's enough of your bet crap. What the hell is going on?"I looked at him for a moment, and then I just broke down. I started crying hysterically and he set his glass down and put his arms around me and held me and let me cry.I got myself under control, slowly, and he kept holding me until I pushed him away gently and sat up again. I said, "I'm sorry. It's all a bit hard to take sometimes. I appreciate that you want to help, but there isn't anything that you can do. I am in a world of shit right now, and I don't think there is anyway out. Not even with help from well intentioned men like you."He smiled at me and took a sip of his drink. Then he said, "What do you have to lose?"I realized that he was right. I had nothing left to lose. I asked him if I could have another drink and after he returned with it and sat back down I told him the whole ugly story. He listened intently, interrupted a couple of times with quick questions, and never once looked at me in disgust as I told him every lurid detail. It felt good to get it off of my chest. I was glad that he had made me tell him. I suddenly realized though that I was way over my time limit and I was going to be in trouble. He saw the look on my face and asked what was wrong. I told him about the fifteen minute time limit and he said, "Oh, that's okay. Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it."I sighed and said, "Mr., I'm sorry, I don't even know your name."He said, "Call me Danny.""Danny, I feel better now. It was nice to get this off my chest. There isn't anything anyone can do for me now though. I fucked up, and I don't think there is any way out."He smiled and said, "You didn't fuck up. You were drugged and raped and blackmailed. It wasn't your fault, and I do believe that I can help."He picked up his phone and I listened as he made a half a dozen phone calls. Each time he said the same thing. When the phone was answered he said, "This is Danny. I have something going down. I could use a hand." That was all that he said. In fifteen minutes there were six more large men in the room and he was giving them the severely edited version of my story. When he was done, four of them stood up and one of them said, "Let's go for a ride." Then he turned to Danny and said, "This shouldn't take long."Danny stood up after they left and he said, "Kim, you wait here. This won't take long."I was really scared now. I watched out the window as Danny and his two remaining friends walk out to the pool. They went over to Tom and Rory and Steve and the next thing I knew Rory was rolling around on the cement pool deck and Tom and Steve both had their hands in the air.I watched as one of them pulled Rory to his feet by his hair and they marched them all back to Tom's apartment. I poured myself another glass of what turned out to be bourbon and sat down and tried not to get my hopes up.It was probably fifteen minutes before they returned. Danny had my purse and a camera and a bag full of DVDs. He picked up the phone and made another call and had the guy that had sold Tom the drugs he used on me arrested. It wasn't until that minute that I realized that they were all cops!The others got glasses and we all sat and sipped bourbon for a while as Danny told me what he had done. What he had done was scare the shit out of Tom and his friends. Well, first they had given them the beating they felt that they deserved. Then they had scared them. They had taken the camera and all of the DVDs that Tom had. Then they had taken Rory and Steve to their apartments and gotten the other copies of the DVDs. Danny had taken every penny that Tom had in the apartment to give to me on the assumption that most of it had been made by me. Just as he finished telling me about what he had done his friends showed up. They had more DVDs, including the ones that had been made from that last horrible movie. They had gotten every copy, including the masters. They had sat in The Camera Club manager's office with a gun pointed at his nuts while he took down the internet site and then they had taken all the cash that they could find on the premises.I was in shock. I wasn't out of the woods. There was no telling who else might stumble across my pictures as they were reposted on the internet. But I had a chance now. I had my address book back and all of the DVDs. Maybe I would survive this yet.I started crying again. I ran over to Danny and wrapped my arms around him and I tried to thank him but I was crying too hard. He pried my arms from around his neck and held me until I quieted down again. Finally I could talk again and through my tears I thanked them all. I didn't know what else to say. Danny thanked his friends and I hugged them all as they left. Then he went into the back and came back with one of his shirts for me to wear. He put it on me and handed me my purse and said, "Come on, I'll follow you home. We have one more call to make."He followed me to my apartment and I pointed out the apartment where Bill and Nick lived. He knocked on the door and when they answered it he shoved it in and I heard a scuffle inside. Then the door slammed shut and it was quiet. Ten minutes later he came back over and handed me the hard drive to Bill's computer. He smiled and said, "They won't be bothering you anymore. If they do, call me, but I suggest that you move out of here anyway. Just to be on the safe side. I am pretty sure that no one will bother you again. I am going to leave you my number just in case. Still, I would feel better if you moved."I said, "I'll try. I took a big financial hit when my husband got called to active duty. It may be a couple of months before I can afford to move."He shook his head and grabbed my purse and dumped it out on the table. He said, "This is the money we got from Tom and that sleaze ball Matthews at the club. It's yours. You have it coming for pain and suffering and the embarrassment they have caused you. It's almost two hundred thousand. Matthews kept a big stash in his safe. We figure he made a lot of it off of you."I asked, "You don't think he'll come after that?"Danny smiled and said, "Not unless he wants his nuts shot off."I hugged him again and said, "Will you stay for supper? Please?"He said, "I would be honored."I ran into the bedroom and took a quick shower and got dressed in real clothes. Then I went back out and I said, "I don't have shit to eat around here. Let me take you out to dinner instead."He laughed and said, "I know a great place. Do you like steaks?"I took his arm in his and said, "I love steaks."It turned out that the great place he knew about was his brother's steak house. Not only was it the biggest and best steak that I ever ate, they absolutely refused to let me pay for it. I said, "Okay, if you are going to be stubborn, next time dinner is at my house. I have a real talent for roast pork."I quickly found a new apartment. And it's a nice one this time. I moved what I could, with Danny's help, and paid movers to take the big stuff. Danny eats dinner at my house once a week now, and takes me out once a week. I have had a couple of big dinners for his six helpers and their families. They are like one big extended family, and it wasn't long before I felt like a part of it. I never heard from Tom and his friends again. I never heard anymore from The Camera Club. I was worried about that because they knew my name and I had a feeling there were some rough people involved in that place.Brian is due back from Iraq in three more months. I suppose that I am going to have to tell him some of what happened. Danny says I shouldn't. I keep thinking that if I don't, then one of these days he is going to come across one of those pictures of me that were on the internet. I guess I'll take that one day at a time. I don't want to dump on him as soon as he comes home. I know he has been through a lot and will need time to adjust. I can't wait to introduce him to my knew family. The guys are all ex military. Maybe they will be able to help him readjust to civilian life.The EndComments? Criticism? Email [email protected] that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~This story was written as an adult fantasy. The authordoes not condone the described behavior in real life.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Kristen's collection - Directory 52 |
presidential.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/55/presidential.txt | After six months of entirely forgettable affairs with forgettable men and the occasional forgettable women, too many too-quick young guys picked up in beery sports bars and too many news conferences starring self-important power brokers cynically sucking at the public tit, I'm bored.So when our network correspondent assigned to Washington D.C. and the White House gets pregnant and the newsroom suggests I replace her while she whelps, I'm more than ready.Most political reporters dread covering the US Congress and Senate (to say nothing of the various congressional committees and sub-committees and sub-sub-committees) because they're incredibly boring and filled with pompous rich white men who strut and drone and steal and seldom think.The White House is another matter. The White House is where Americans keep The Power. Apart from covering a war which I have absolutely no desire to do on account of wars are dirty and noisy and smelly and I might get hurt and I'm not into pain the White House is arguably the best assignment any journalist from anywhere ever gets.So I fly to Washington.On my first day I apply for White House credentials. As a Canadian alien, I have to swear that I'm not a convicted felon, am not now and never have been a member of the Communist Party and have no intention of assassinating the President of the United States. I do so swear.While I wait for my White House credentials to be approved, I fill my time doing stories about the handful of American congressmen and senators who come from along the Canada-US. border so actually know where Canada is. Roughly, anyway. To my surprise, the network runs a couple of the stories. I'm duly thankful for the dog days of August.My White House credentials come through. So, like any top foreign correspondent, I prepare thoroughly and professionally for the biggest assignment of my life.I go shopping.I want everything new and everything perfect. First a flattering, tight-waisted, blue denim dress from The Gap, cut wide and loose at the top with a deep V, showing a reasonable amount of cleavage, promising more. Outrageous Versace kiss-me-fuck-me slingbacks remind me of my hotel hooker days. A wispy black, demi-cut flower-lace bra, hooked in front (not easily found in size 42 G) is so small and transparent that it's really only decoration. Luckily, even though my breasts are so big, they're still reasonably high and can get away without much support. The panties are just a black lace thong, uncomfortable but very sexy. Finally the sheerest black fishnet stockings I can find and a black lace garter belt. Nobody in the White House is likely to see any of this sexy underwear I suppose, but a girl needs to feel her best if she's going to do her best.I admire myself in the store mirror. This is power dressing. I lean forward and the jacket gapes open just like it's supposed to and there are my gorgeous breasts inside their wispy, black, demi-cut flower-lace bra billowing back at me just like they're supposed to. I can just see one perky dark pink nipple through the bra. Four hours for a facial, manicure, pedicure, Brazilian wax (very painful) and massage and an hour at the hairdresser and I'm ready to storm America's White House.The place where they keep The Power.***I do my best to seem blasé and sophisticated when I show my pass at the White House gate and saunter in the hot summer sun past the guards and up the drive. But blasé and sophisticated aren't easy in this place. There's an awful lot of The Power around. You smell it in a cloud around the cold-eyed guards, taste it in the flags, see it in the stately 200-year-old mansion, the oldest public building in Washington. It's male power. Raw and sensual. It makes me sweat lightly. I like it, feel very much at home. Power places are me. Particularly male power places.I'm in the press room chatting, drinking coffee with my crew, when the signal comes. Trying to look like an old hand at the game, I grab the tripod (reporters can carry crude stuff like tripods and lights but aren't considered qualified to touch the camera or sound gear), follow the cameraman and soundman and troop out to the Rose Garden with the other correspondents and crews. Once there, we ladies and gentlemen of the Press are herded behind velvet ropes, presumably in case one of us gets crazier than usual and does try to assassinate the President of the United States.Dean of the press corps Helen Thomas, who must be close to her century by now, arrives. Colleagues let her through the pack to the front as if she's the Queen. Dan Rather, intense, fierce, like an attack dog hungry for meat, pushes his way to the front looking as if the fate of the world is in his hands. Sam Donaldson stands to one side by himself, pissed-off as always, scribbling notes into a reporter's notebook. Fellow Canadian Peter Jennings chats up an eager young reporter in a tight black dress. I smile hopefully at him but he doesn't see me. I make a mental note to make him my new best friend as soon as possible. Considering his reputation, it should be easy.Enter The Power.The most powerful man in all the world leads a group of flunkies out of the White House, along the veranda, down the steps and ambles across the lawn towards us. He's the sort of man who ambles where others walk. He stops behind a lectern set up on the grass a few feet away. He's taller than I expect with curly salt-and-pepper hair. And cuter. He has light blue eyes and what looks like an interesting body under an expensive English-cut grey suit.The President of the United States reads words about some new U.S. governmental initiative that will save the world from war and disease and famine and poverty and all the reporters wait for him to finish reading so they can question him about subjects that interest their editors much more than saving the world from war and disease and famine and poverty. As he talks I make a note: "Has attractive, contagious ability to project optimism. Believes everything's going to work out great. But something dangerous about his optimism. Could be self-delusion. Could get an ambitious man into all sorts of trouble".The most powerful man in the world finishes reading and asks for questions. All the correspondents raise their hands. I don't want to look like an amateur, so I put up my hand, push out my chest and try to think of a reasonable question. Something that won't make me look too stupid.The president ignores me, chooses the male reporter standing next to me instead. I'm not used to men ignoring me. Certainly not for other men. When he finishes his answer I put my hand up again. He ignores me again. He does seems to glance in my direction a couple of times and when he does I smile and pull my shoulders back and push my chest out as far as it will go. The second time he looks, I'm pretty sure he notices my chest. But he still doesn't call on me to ask a question. This goes on for some ten minutes. Just as I'm about to give up, he points to me. "Last question... lady in the blue dress..."I don't remember the question I don't even remember the subject except that it was about Canada-US. relations (what else is there that really matters in the world?) but I do remember him saying he doesn't have the answer and will "gladly ask somebody to get it for you, m'am."And I do remember the President of all the United States, the most powerful man in the world, staring directly into my eyes for a moment then lingering much longer than is strictly necessary on my chest before turning and carrying The Power with him back into the White House.***I do my on-camera standupper with the White House as backdrop, trying to look as if I hang around here every day. I end by warning Canada "the Americans have started this sort of crusade to save the world before... many times in fact. This is an election year so it's likely just domestic politics. But with all the American money and all the American power, it's just possible that something positive could come of it. Then again... (shrug) it is an election year." I sign off.The cameraman plays it back. Suddenly remembering that Arabs particularly Arab Muslims don't feel quite the same admiration for The Crusades as Christians do, and for excellent reason, I re-shoot, substituting "campaign" for "crusade." It isn't as strong but it's a lot safer. I call a wrap and join the other correspondents strolling back to the press room.I paper-cut the story for the editor, record the voice-over narration and head out for the White House canteen. At the door I'm stopped by a tall, lean man with close-cropped hair wearing an unremarkable dark blue suit and mirrored sunglasses. Sunglasses reads my name on the press pass all White House correspondents wear strung around their necks. "We've been looking for you, miss. Please come with me" he says firmly. He takes my elbow in a very strong hand."Where... where to?""Please miss... just come with me..."Seems I'm under arrest. But surely asking a question of the President of the United States isn't due cause for arrest. Not even at the White House. Not even if the question is about Canada and the questioner is an alien Canadian. Not even if it isn't a very good question. I try to remember which laws I've broken recently. A little marijuana of course, occasional coke, some unpaid parking tickets for my Miata nothing more serious that I can remember. Maybe it's something to do with my work permit.Oh jesus, the work permit! What if they've checked on me and discovered I was a $50 hooker only a couple of years ago? I'm ruined, just as my career was getting somewhere! Maybe they'll extradite me! Handcuffs, leg irons, ignominy!I break out in a cold sweat as I follow Sunglasses along endless White House corridors past flunky after flunky, all wearing versions of the same unremarkable dark blue suits and that servile-important look flunkies wear when they've sold their souls to somebody powerful until we reach a large reception room. A grey woman in a grey suit sits behind a desk typing.She glances up when I follow Sunglasses into the room. "Thank you..." she says to him dismissively."Yes ma'am. No problem." He leaves without looking back.The woman examines me as if she's measuring my body for a new dress. "Please sit down" she says greyly. "It's about your question. He won't be long..." She goes back to typing. I sit, try to remember the question. I can't.There's nothing for me to do so I examine portraits of silly old men glowering from the walls and watch the grey woman ignoring me from behind her desk. After maybe two minutes she gets a signal I can't see or hear. She looks up from her typing. "He'll see you now..." She gestures toward a discreet door behind her.I'm confused. "Who? Who will see me now? Someone to answer my question?""He will. Don't keep him waiting." She watches me walk to the door with a curiously sad expression on her grey face.***Two long couches face each other in the centre of the huge room like political opponents. Chairs covered in some sort of regency stripe form a circle to one side. A weirdly smiling portrait of George Washington hangs over a fireplace. Busts of Harry Truman and Franklin Roosevelt stare disapprovingly at me.At the far end of the room, blue and gold curtains hang at a window framing the trees, lawns and flower beds of the Rose Garden. The Stars and Stripes drape importantly on one side of a huge carved wooden desk. A man sits writing something behind the desk. Family pictures line up on a table behind him.Then it hits me. This is the Oval Office. I'm really in the Oval Office. This is where Abraham Lincoln fights to keep the Union. Where Franklin Roosevelt saves the world from the Great Depression and, eventually, some of the horrors of Hitler. Where Harry Truman decides to drop the A-Bomb and kill hundreds of thousands of Japanese civilians. Where John Kennedy stares down the Russians, starts the Viet Nam war and screws the gorgeous Marilyn Monroe. Where Richard Nixon plots and schemes his nasty little plots and schemes. Where Ronald Reagan gives the finest performance of his acting career even if, at the end, he doesn't know who or where he is.Great t'underin' jesus, I'm in the Oval Office in the White House. The very centre of The Power. And the man behind the desk is the President of all the United States, the most powerful man in the world.***The most powerful man in the world puts down his pen, gets up from behind the desk and walks toward me across the carpet with his hand out. He's even bigger than he was in the Rose Garden. And a lot handsomer, although there's greying at his temples and lines starting around his eyes."Thank you so much for coming" says the President of all the United States. "You want an answer to your question?"For a moment I don't know what he's talking about. What question? Who cares? I'm overwhelmed. I'm alone in the Oval Office with the President of the United States. "That's very kind of you, Mr. President." We shake hands. His hand is strong. His fingers linger."I don't think we've met before." Still holding my hand he reads the press card hanging low down my chest. "Hi Samantha..." I angle my shoulders forward so my dress gapes like it's supposed to and the President of the United States can admire my breasts cupped inside the wispy, black, demi-cut flower-lace bra like he's supposed to. Maybe even glimpse a nipple. He admires a lot longer than is really necessary to read the words on the pass. I feel considerably better. He's a man who likes fine breasts. I understand men who like fine breasts.The President of the United States smiles a dazzling, friendly smile, lets go of my hand, gestures me to the deep, leathered couch. "My secretary will give you the answer to your question on the way out. You're new here and I just wanted to meet you. I noticed you at the news conference."I sit and smile demurely. "I'm glad you did." I cross my legs, let my skirt ride halfway up my thighs. "It's very kind of you Mr. President." I decide I have nothing to lose so slide the skirt a little higher, right up to the darker stocking top. I'm glad I'm wearing stockings and not pantyhose. Stocking tops and garter-belts are so much sexier than pantyhose. (It was the thirty-sixth American president, Lyndon Johnson, who claimed that pantyhose ruined finger-fucking. He was right on that). Still standing, the current American president studies my legs. Thank god for the Brazilian wax. I shift on the couch to give him a better view. "Do you meet all the White House correspondents on their first day, Mr. President?""I try to." He realizes that's not believable and grins like a small boy caught stealing candy. "To tell the truth, only the good-looking ones." He corrects himself. "The female good-looking ones." He takes his eyes off my legs, sits on the couch next to me. "This your first time in the White House, Samantha?""My friends call me Sam." I blather. "Yes, Mr. President. We don't have a White House in Canada... only a street address. Sixty-four Sussex Drive. We're a bit different." I giggle inanely. Immediately I'm embarrassed. What must the President of the United States think of a foreign correspondent who giggles inanely?He doesn't seem to mind at all. "I know... I've dined there. With that French guy who hardly speaks English. Cretin, or something similar... funny name. Pretty good Canadian wine though... great oysters... but the moose was a bit tough." He changes the subject. "So how do you like it? The White House, I mean.""It's a lot bigger than where I live"He grins again. He has a very nice grin. "It's so big it can get real lonesome sometimes."This could be a cue. If it is, he's moving fast. I like speed so I take a chance. "But you've got all these flunkies around to do your every whim. Anything you want... just anything... any time you want it..."The President of the United States rests a large presidential hand on my leg, just above my knee. "Never want anything too much... you might get it" he quotes ruefully.I know this dance. I've danced it myself. Lots of times. I gaze into his eyes. He doesn't look away. His pupils are wide, dilated. I know the symptoms. I've made a lot of money out of knowing the symptoms. The President of the United States is horny. "I'll try and remember." Casually I put my small hand on top of the large hand on my leg. "But what if I really, really want something and I'm prepared to pay... whatever price?" I squeeze the presidential hand. Just a little."Like what, Samantha?""Call me Sam. All my friends do." I lean towards him so the dress falls open again just like it's supposed to and he can see my breasts again just like he's supposed to. Possibly even a nipple. "Like maybe kiss the President of the United States...""Whoa honey... you saucy hussy you..." he laughs. It's a gentle, rolling laugh. It fits the dance. His eyes flicker back to my breasts. When he looks up I hold his gaze to show I know exactly what he's thinking, provocatively run my tongue around my lips. He hesitates. I'm not used to men hesitating when I offer to kiss them.I lean forward, put one hand behind his head, pull him down to me. He stiffens for a moment, grasps the idea and bends. His lips touch mine. His tongue slips between my lips. I savour his taste. Still kissing him, I undo the top buttons on my dress, take a presidential hand and guide it inside. He groans, pushes me back on the couch, half under him. He smells of man and power and really expensive cologne. One hand cups a breast, fingers the nipple through the lace, leaves the breast, runs down my belly to my knee. He works fast. I guess he has a busy schedule.His tongue pushes deeper into my mouth. His hand slides up my skirt, past my stocking top. I lift my buttocks so he can pull my thong down to my knees. The hand goes to my pussy. A finger slips inside. Lucky I lubricate so easy. I shudder, sigh encouragement. He groans. I groan back."Oh Mr. President..." I whisper. "I like that..."A telephone rings. "Fuck..." says the President of the United States. For a moment I wonder if it's a crude, unpresidential order.I reach for the presidential zipper. "Don't answer it, Mr. President... it can wait.""No, no... I have to..." He pulls his hand out from under my skirt and sits up. I feel cold, lonely, exposed, silly. Such a good start. Suddenly everything's going so wrong. The timing is awful. He tries to get up but I grab his groin. The telephone rings again."Ignore it, Mr. President." I pull down the zip, fumble inside his trousers for the presidential cock, find it half-erect, pull it out. It hardens immediately. "Whoever it is can wait. I can't.""I have to answer it... it's the yellow phone. Please let go err... err...""Sam...""Sam." He struggles to get away without any serious damage. "Please honey... I don't mean to be rude...""Ok... you can answer it but..." I pretend to be the kidnapper negotiating ransom in a thousand movies. "No tricks, Mr. President. We know where you live..." I let go of his cock.The President of the United States struggles up from the couch, scoots across the Oval Office carpet holding his trousers up with one hand, his erect cock swaying in front of him. I step out of the thong, toss it on the couch and follow. He sits down behind the desk, picks up the phone. "Yes?" he asks and "oh jesus..." and "put him on... I'll wait."He waves me away imperiously, gestures towards the door. No man dismisses me. Not even the most powerful man in the world. I try to sit on his lap. He pushes me off. I go around the desk to the front, get down on hands and knees and crawl under. I kneel between the presidential legs right in front of the presidential cock thrusting out of the presidential trousers.The rumours are true. Now that it's fully erect, the presidential cock is bent half-way along. To the left, if you must know. Other than that, it's a fine example of a rampant, rigid medium-to-large, mid-West, middle-aged male sexual organ. It would look really great with a yo-yo hanging from it."Hello Mr. President... how are you, Saddam?"***"Yes Saddam... of course, Saddam... and may your tribe live forever too..." A presidential hand tries to push me away from the presidential cock. I ignore it, take the cock in one hand, slowly lick the cock all the way from its hanging scrotum, up its bent length to its throbbing head. It tastes like power."And I wish the same for your camels..." I lick the presidential cock from its head, down all its bent length back to its scrotum."God is indeed great, Saddam..." I undo the rest of the buttons on my dress, pull it down to my waist. I unhook my bra strap, take the presidential cock in one hand and slide its head between the valley of my breasts. It leaves a thin, shiny, slippery trail."And my salutations to your distinguished family..." I take one presidential ball in my mouth and flick it with my tongue. Then the other presidential ball. I bite very gently."It is my privilege to speak to you, Saddam..." I rub the presidential cockhead around my nipples."Well, we think you do have nuclear missiles, Saddam... and we're very worried about it..." I take the presidential cock and slide it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I suck gently."But Saddam... it's ok for us to have the missiles because... well, because we've proved to be responsible and not use them. Except, of course, on the Japs. But that was a long time ago and we had to save the lives of fine American boys..."Very slowly I lower my head and slide the presidential cock into my throat."What do you mean Mr. President... 'what's the use of having them if you don't use them?'" I dive deeper, contract and expand my throat muscles around the presidential cockhead."But Saddam... not everyone can have nuclear capability... it's just too dangerous... you could blow up the entire goddam world..." The President of the United States grabs the back of my hair. He pleads desperately "Saddam... please hold on... an emergency... I'll be right back..."At this exact moment the presidential cum explodes like Vesuvius deep down in my throat.***I walk back to the Press Room with the salty taste of the presidential cum strong in my mouth. I call the newsroom in Toronto to try to sell the Rose Garden story. The editor isn't interested. "So what's new?" he asks. "That's what all presidents say" he complains. "Check out that rumour about the nympho intern" he suggests and laughs. "Apparently she's pretty kinky."I never do send the network the story about the President of the United States and his new American initiative that will save the world from war and disease and famine and poverty. And last time I look, war, disease, famine and poverty continue on their unmerry way just as if a President of the United States has never promised to eliminate them.***The White House is obsessed with power and sex and just about everyone working here screws somebody they're not supposed to. Even so, it's not easy being the newest presidential pussy. For one thing, there are no secrets in the White House. For another, I never know when the President will want to play with his new pussy.I'll be sitting in the press room researching or writing a script when the phone rings and the grey woman's voice says "the President would like to see you... when you're free..."The more cynical of my colleagues smile knowingly when I run out the Press Room in the direction of the Oval Office as soon as I can get away. I ignore the smiles, but I really don't mind. Always better to be notorious than ignored.I sit in the Oval Office reception room with my reporter's notebook open on my lap trying to look as journalistically professional as possible under the circumstances until the grey woman tells me sadly "the President is ready for you now." I thank her, open the door and there's the President of the United States waiting impatiently for me to get his presidential rocks off.***Sometimes the most powerful man in the world is a little kinky. Like the time I ask him about the meaning of the Great Seal of the United States of America woven into the centre of the Oval Office's royal blue carpet. His answer is to reach up my skirt, pull down my thong, push me onto hands and knees in the middle of the Oval Office and mount me doggy-style.While he's fucking he explains that underneath me only inches below my swaying breasts in fact is an eagle clutching arrows in one claw, olive branches in the other. In between thrusts the President of the United States and Commander-in-Chief of the most powerful military the world has ever known, explains that the eagle's head is turned away from the arrows towards the olive branches. "It means make peace, not war" he says. The thought so excites him that he cums right then.Like the time he talks sweet nothings to his wife on the phone while jerking off in my hair and I have to walk back through the White House and work in the Press Room with the presidential cum doubling as Revlon mousse.Like the time he hands out awards to a gaggle of Boy Scouts covered in badges, knotted scarves and cute little khaki shorts. It's a perfectly normal White House scene a reporter sitting on the couch taking notes during a routine presidential ceremony except that on presidential instructions I'm wearing a miniskirt with no panties and sometimes forget to keep my legs crossed. The Scouts can't take their eyes off my shaved pussy. I smile sweetly throughout the ceremony and wonder what the hell the kids tell their parents.Like the time he keeps the President of Mexico waiting in the anteroom until I cum, sprawled and groaning in the presidential chair with my skirt hiked up around my waist and the President of the United States ramming a fine and highly illegal Cuban cigar in and out of my pussy.Like the time he fucks me on my hands and knees on the presidential desk while I study a photograph of him with his wife and daughter at some beach and try not to knock Top Secret files off the desk.So the President of the United States can be a bit kinky. But what if I'm not just getting the world's most powerful rocks off? What if I'm making him feel so good that he decides not to raise taxes or get really, really mad and drop bombs on people he doesn't like? What if, by my selfless Canadian actions, I'm actually helping poor people and saving millions of innocent lives around the world? All at the same time? What if I'm performing a vital and noble public service by sacrificing my extremely dubious virtue for the greater good of the world's peoples? I decide I deserve the Nobel Peace Prize and wonder what I'll wear at the ceremony.***The President of the United States is a busy man. He doesn't have time for foreplay."Hi Sam... how are you?""Fine... thanks Mr. President. And you?""Bill... "Even after everything we've shared together, I still can't call the President of the United States "Bill". After all, I'm Canadian. I'm respectful. "Yes, Mr. President."He shrugs, reaches for the presidential zipper. "We don't have much time. The Prime Minister of Canada... your prime minister... is here soon."I can take a cue. "Give him my love, Mr. President." It doesn't take long to get out of my dress, bra and panties, kneel between the presidential legs behind the presidential desk and suck the presidential cock until it cums. I let some of the presidential cum dribble down my chin for just a moment before I lick it off and swallow. Its former owner smiles proudly down at me."Thank you Sam. That was real nice.""Thank you, Mr. President.""Bill...""Yes, Mr. President..."I stand up, start dressing. The President of the United States puts the presidential cock back inside the presidential pants, pulls up the presidential zipper and picks up the presidential phone. "Bring the Prime Minister in. What's his name again... and is he the same one who hardly speaks English? Oh jesus!" The President of the United States waves goodbye to me.I take just enough time pulling on my panties for the Prime Minister of Canada to get a quick glimpse of genuine Canadian pussy before I drop my skirt and close the Oval Office door behind me.***And then one dreary, rainy Washington fall day the network's real White House correspondent comes back to work, proudly carrying her new baby in a pink, woolen shawl, burbling that it has to be the most beautiful baby any woman ever produced.So I make one last brief visit to the Oval Office, get the presidential rocks off for one last, lingering time, pack my bags and fly back to the network in Toronto. A week after I leave, the President of all the United States takes up with an intern a lot younger than me. She, too, has huge breasts, gives great blowjobs and likes blue denim dresses.I never taste The Power again.END(Presidential Pussy is one chapter in a 109-chapter autobiography "Life, Lusts and Loves of Samantha" about my fascinating times between the sheets and other places. The story is true, except that some of the facts have been changed to make it more interesting. You can find me at [email protected]) |
juliegets.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/57/juliegets.txt | It began as any ordinary day. Julie was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for me and James and listening to the radio. As I came down for breakfast, I notice Julie was a little nervous. I could tell that there was something else bothering her. Maybe the prospect of her date with James at the end of term dance at the university that evening.Julie went out shopping to find something to wear that evening, she arrived home and with barely a wave to me took off her clothes and jumped into the shower. To my delight Julie asked me into the shower and told me I could help wash her for her "date". It was a sexy high to sponge down my gorgeous wife's body knowing tonight her lily white flesh would be entangled with a black man. Julie rebuffed my attempts to kiss her or overly fondle her and she seemed to enjoy watching me suffer cleaning her body. Finally she instructed me to sit on the toilet and watch her rinse her body. Julie allowed me to towel dry her sexy body off and then go to the bedroom where she had me rub scented cream on her. I couldn't imagine anything sexier then watching Anna looking in the mirror as she put on her earrings. I lay back on the bed and watched as my wife picked through her dresser drawer and pulled out a very sexy white, see through g string. She slipped them on and it was easy to see her blonde pubic bush through the sheer material. My cock was straining in my pants as it stiffened into an erect state. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting. She turned to me and said, "What do you think so far? Do you think this might cause a stir?" I could barely speak, "Perhaps," I said. She then spun around and continued to thumb through the drawer until she pulled out white holdup stockings, which she then proceeded to pull over her shapely legs. When they were completely on, she walked over to the closet and reached for a white mini dress that she had bought. Her nipples her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material. The tops of the stockings were partially visible as she walked over to the mirror and started to apply her makeup.I went downstairs to get drink. James was on the settee looking dapper and sophisticated in a good suit, was waiting there for Julie, he didn't say anything, just gave me a sly cheeky grin.Julie looked radiant as she made her way downstairs, James got off the settee "wow you look fantastic" he bellowed. She then walked over and hugged me again saying she wouldn't be out too late tonight and not to worry. The taxi arrived, I watched as James led her down the path and into the taxi.Time passed, and by twelve o'clock I decided to try and get some sleep. I dozed off for a while only to wake again at 1 am, Julie had still not made it home. My heart began to beat harder in my chest and I felt that familiar feeling of uneasiness. I must have fallen asleep, when I glanced at the clock again it was after two in the morning. I lay there in the total darkness wondering when my wife would be home.I could hear Julie's voice out in the front room, she was laughing and I figured she must have arrived back home while I was sleeping. But there was more than just her and James's voices I could hear. I heard her ask if they wanted a beer and a flurry of men's voices replied yes.I was lying on the bed listening when the door opened and Julie walked into the bedroom, she leaned down and kissed me on the lips. She asked me to come downstairs. My heart was racing as I got up out of the bed and followed Julie downstairs into the living room.To my shock, I was greeted by two very large black men and James all on the settees drinking beer. The two guys stood up and extended their hands out to me to shack . Their hands was twice the size as mine. I must have appeared very pathetic standing in my shorts with them towering over me. They introduced themselves as Rob and Al both collage friends of James."Hey, little slut, why don't you take off your dress?" James suddenly asked. I was a bit taken aback, because I didn't know how Julie would react, but Julie didn't care. She smiled and with one quick motion, her dress was off, exposing her small body to these three black guys.Your wife has small but beautiful tits!" Rob said and winked at me. I smiled, not knowing what to say. This was a bit awkward, but still a major turn-on, as Julie stood there with just her white thong and white stockings. Stunned I didn't say a word. Sensing my weakness they went for the kill. My wife started laughing nervously as James lifted her head up and twisted it towards him. James gently dipped her head down so he could bring his mouth to meet hers. She moaned a soft guttural sound as she opened her mouth for him. They locked up in the most passionate kiss. She must've been so fucking hot to kiss like that. She started to pet his hair and stroke his back. He told her to lay back. She giggled and dropped back on the couch. James lifted her legs up and brought them tight to her chest. She turned her head towards me as he slid her thong down exposing her blonde trimmed pussy. With a look of sheer evil she scrunched her face and blew a kiss to me as she spread her legs for his tongue. Fondling her tits he started mauling my wife's pussy in front of me. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her petite body up a little so he can suck her. I was throbbing hard at the way she was acting. She looked absolutely beautiful getting pleased like that. She was getting off using her power to humiliate and satisfy me all at once. She cocked her head back and looked at Al standing behind her. She looked at him upside down as he strolled over releasing his cock from his trousers. His cock was hugely fat, about the circumference of a coke can and about eight inches long. She smiled and opened her mouth hungrily taking just the tip in her mouth and sucked greedily on it. She was orgasming like crazy from the James's tongue. While Al was face fucking her. After her screaming orgasm Julie said she needed a couple of minutes break and the guys went 'Ahhhh' in unison. My wife laughed and said she'd only be a minute and would be right back, she was really loving this. She had this almost starved look in her eyes - like she could not get enough and would do anything to get it. And that was exactly how she acted. When she returned, she began telling everyone to undress. James, Al and Rob started to take off their evening suits off, within minutes all three were naked including me. I looked pathetic compared to their towering muscular bodies. James with his twelve inch cock, Al with his fat coke can cock and Rob, who's cock was a combination of the two, a bit shorter than James's cock but as fat as Al's cock. In fact the sheer weight of his cock although hard was pointing towards the carpet. 'Oh, my god,' I thought, 'this is obscene, how can any man be that big and how can a woman accommodate this monster into her belly!'In turn Julie went to all three of them giving each of their cocks a good squeeze, she leaned forward and gave his cock head a peck apart from my own six-incher.James guider to the stairs and we all followed them upstairs to our bedroom. He threw Julie on the bed. I had never seen such an erotic sight, the long slit of her cunt visible, the outer lips framed by a full tuft of hair. Gaping open a quarter inch or so her cunt glistened with her lubricant, she looked very vulnerable.Cock in hand, James guided the knob to her cunt. Then as the head spread her lips to gain entry and he felt securely lodged in her sweet warm embrasure he pushed forward and in one swoop entered her to the root of his cock. Holding himself still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her clinging body he grunted. Then he pulled back out until only the head was left buried. I could see the convulsive spasms of her orgasm from across the room and knew that was just the start for her. While her pussy was grasping his dick tightly, her juices made him wet and fiery hot. A few minutes of having his dick squeezed by Julie's tight pussy, James lifted off her off his dick was shinning wet from her juices.He got off the bed and Rob lay next to her, She pulled the foreskin down the shaft. A large, angry looking, purplish knob eased out and seemed to swell up even larger. She just played with it for a while, checking it out as if it was the first dick she ever saw. James pushed me onto the bed, I moved between her legs and licked her pussy. She started to moan as she played with Rob's massive fat prick.Julie straggled over Rob's cock. He couldn't get his cock in her it kept pushing to the side of her inner thigh. I didn't move so she grabbed my hand and guided it to her pussy. I stuck my fingers up inside her and was amazed at how wet she was. I felt Rob's big cock against my hand as my wife began to stuff the huge cock into her pussy. "Help me!" begged my wife as she tried to guide Rob's big tool into her cunt. "Hold him for me baby, hold his big fucking black cock so I can get it in me."I grabbed Rob's huge cock and was stunned at how large it felt in my hand. "Use both hands Baby. Use both hands and hold him real tight cos I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him."I reached my other hand over and grabbed onto the fat black cock and it felt like I had a hold of someone's arm! "Fuck him baby! Fuck this black's fat cock" I grunted .as I watched Rob's thick black cock disappear up my wife's well stretched pussy.Down... down... down she slid onto that thick black cock until her pussy lips were pressed hard against my hands. I had hold of six inches of black cock and there had to be at least another 4 inches up my wife's pussy. My wife's pussy was stretched so tight it looked like it was gonna rip. "Move your hands baby... I want all of it!" I moved my hands out of the way and watched my little 5 ft wife take all ten inches of Rob's huge cock. She started fucking him like crazy. Up and down up and down. My cock was rock hard as I jacked off like a crazed pervert. Just as my wife began to scream that she was cumming, I shot my wad all the way across the room! I shot off over a dozen spurts of cum and splashed a nasty trail of goo from the bed.She cried, screamed and moaned as his ivory piston pummeled her swollen pussy. I counted at least three massive, screaming orgasms, Julie was stretched so wide that we could easily see her cunt lips sliding in and out with the motion of his cock.With his hands on her hips he bounced Julie up and down his long fat shaft, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cummmm," he grunted. I could see his balls contracting as his cock spewed hot black cum into Julie's unprotected cunt. I could see the cum on the base of his shaft buried deep inside my wife. He laid there for about a minute and they kissed romantically, then Rob pulled out of her. His cock was wet with their juices, and as he pulled away a string of cum hung from his dick to her pussy.Rob smiled and rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, leaving the drippings spread all over her pussy lips and pubic hair, and then rolled Julie off of him and lay next to her. Thick globs of his cum dribbled from her stretched cunt, I got a hand towel and gently wiped her down.I then felt a slap on the back of my head, I turned sharply. "What the fuck you doing man?" Al snorted at me. "Get the fuck on the bed."I coward on the bed. Al then lifted Julie over me, her swollen pussy was inches from my face. I felt her hands then lips envelope my hard cock, I cranked my neck up and licked her hanging labia lips I could taste the salty cum from Rob. I looked up to the foot of the bed James stood there stroking his massive cock. I continued to lick her pussy as she suck my cock. I felt a weight on the bed I almost jumped out of my skin though, when James moved up close to my face and started to rub his bulbous end up and down her slit only inches away, right over my face. I'd seen his cock push her pussy lips wide open as he entered her the first time, but this time it was up close and personal. Julie moaned out load as he slowly forced his cock between her pussy lips till his balls rested just above my forehead. The sight was too much for me I shot my load in Julie's mouth He started to rock to and fro I could feel the breeze from his swinging balls as I watched her lips wrapped around his cock and I could see them hold onto his cock with every thrust. I wanted to lick her pussy so bad while he was fucking her, with sounds of her moaning, "Ohhh... Ooohhh... Ohhh... I'm cumming!" he grunted and I knew he was emptying himself my wife. In a flash he withdrew I could see his spunk bubbling in her open cunt and Al jump in his place. Al forced his fat black cock into Julie with ease Julie groan as she ground her pelvis into the black man. Al's fat cock became a blur as he fucked Julie. I watched as Al's balls began to flex over and over. He was shooting his scalding hot come up my wife's unprotected cunt!! Oh my God!! He shot come up my wife's pussy for several minutes it seemed. He finally stopped thrusting and pulled his huge black dick out of my wife's white pussy with a loud plopping noise. I watched as his fresh cum trickle out right into my lips. I heard them laugh, he got of the bed I fulfilled my final deep dark fantasy and I dove into Julie's used pussy and licked and sucked madly on her pussy. I licked Rob's, James's and Al's cum from my wife's swollen pussy as it ran out of her and I pushed my tongue deep inside her trying to get every last sticky drop of cum from my honey's cunt, making Julie cum again.Julie climbed off me, I went to the toilet to clean up, I went to go back into the bedroom but the door was locked. I tapped on the door, the reply I got was fuck off white boy. I sulked downstairs.t was fairly quiet upstairs for a little while, then I heard the bedsprings creak, followed by a loud cry of pleasure from my wife. The cries became louder and more urgent, as my wife accepted the large cocks I had seen earlier into her pussy. Although I felt sick at what was happening upstairs, the mental picture of the huge weapons forcing its way into Julie's tight pussy had me rock hard. When I finally dropped off, I found myself waking up on several occasions, and each time I did, my wife was making the same noises.Next morning, Julie came down, with Rob and Al kissed them goodbye and came into the kitchen where I was making coffee. "My God," she laughed. "Their cocks never seem to go soft!""I don't really want to hear this," I complained. "Oh sorry honey," she replied soothingly. "I should have realized that it would be humiliating for you, knowing your wife had to get good sex from other men. I'll try and be more diplomatic, and keep it to myself. I'll pretend it is not happening." She sniggered as she said this, before kissing me and returning upstairs to James.Later after hearing them go for a shower I went upstairs to grab some clothes. I was amazed the room stunk of sex and there was puddles of black men's cum all over the bed sheets.END |
collegesex.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/40/collegesex.txt | Part 1 Our First Time We had known each other for a while and had gone out a couple times with people from class. I was pretty sure there was something there but at the time I thought she had a boyfriend. It was on a Friday at about noon and that day I felt she looked sexier than ever. After class we started talking and planned to meet up with the rest of the group for a beer and she said she had wanted to drop off her books so she said meet her in her dorm in a few minutes and we could walk together. So I dropped off my stuff and headed to her room. She was talking with her room mate who was leaving for the weekend. After she left, we started talking and then I leaned over and kissed her and we started making out and she proceeded to pull down my pants and give me a great blow job letting me cum in her mouth and even swallowing it all. I decided to return the favor and proceed to pull her pants down and worked my way down. She was a little hesitant (found out later why) but in the end she did not stop me and I ate her until she came. We started kissing again and she pulled me on top of her and I entered her and started pumping in and out and she came very quickly and then pushed me up, rolled over and I entered her from the rear. I could not take much more and proceeded to fill her full of my hot cum. We laid there exhausted and then she said it was late and she had to get going. She told me her ex-boyfriend from home was coming to visit tonight. She said they were mainly just friends but still pretty close. As I was getting dressed, she told me she'd had a very nice afternoon and to call her the next day and I left. Part 2 The Night Before At The ParkShe had been dating a guy for about six months, she indicated they did not have a lot in common but they would go out and always ended up back in bed. Kevin was a senior had a fiancé back home so it was always about sex not much else. That night he called and indicated his frat was having a party and asked if she wanted to go with him. It had been a couple of weeks so she knew he would be horny. She arrive at about 8 grabbed a beer, talked with friends and then went off and looked for Kevin. As she approached Kevins room she saw it was partially open and she could see Kevin was in there with another girl and his cock was in her mouth. They both had their clothes on and rather than leaving, she stood there and watched. After a few minutes she could see his expression changing and then he proceeded to cum in her mouth and rather than swallow she instead proceeded to give him a kiss and no doubt exchanging cum. Kevin was always a little kinky but that was something new for her to see and the whole scene really turned her on. She slid away down the steps, waited a minute and then proceeds back up as the girl was coming out of the room, Karen said hi and went in and gave Kevin a kiss. She was horny so she started kissing him and rubbing his crotch and he started getting hard and then she pulled out his cock and proceeded to suck him off and give him his 2nd blowjob in 30 minutes. They headed down to the party for a while but then Kevin said lets go back up stairs. It did not take long before they were naked and fucking on his bed. He fucked here hard with her feet up by his shoulders. Right before he was ready to cum he pulled out and proceeded to cum in her mouth. This time rather than swallowing she proceeded to keep it in her mouth and gave him a kiss pushing the cum into his mouth. She could tell he enjoyed it and then as they were laying there she told him how she had seen him with the other girl. He said she was an old girlfriend that graduated the year before and had come into town for the party and they ended up having a little fun. She told him it was no big deal and she enjoyed watching. She had to pee so she put her panties on and went across the hall to the bathroom and then Kevin walked in on her and said he likes to watch a girl pee. After she finished they went back into the bedroom and laid down in bed. His roommate, Steve, came in and quickly said that he must have missed all the fun. His girlfriend was pretty drunk and he walked her home and she passed out so he left and came back. Then he jokingly said "I guess I will just have to go jack off in the bathroom to relive my self." Kevin then said Karen might be able to take care of you. Karen just smiled. Steve slid off his clothes and laid down on the bed and Karen proceeded to give him a blow job. She was getting into it and then Kevin said "she has a nice pussy, you should give it a try." Karen then adjusted and Steve helped her pull her panties down and then mounted her from behind. Kevin then stood up and put his cock near her face and she started getting it from both sides. Steve came in her and then they switched and Kevin entered her from the rear and she took Steve into her mouth. This time Kevin proceed to cum in her a 2nd time. Steve was hard again and Karen sucked him off until he came in her mouth. They all ended up falling asleep together in the one bed. The next morning Kevin had to run off to class and Steve fucked her again and as they finished up, she noticed it was 8:30am and she had class at 9:00am so She quickly got dressed and ran back to her room. There was not much time but she changed, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth and ran to class and that is where basically part 1 of the story picks up. Part 3 The Old HS Boyfriend. (This actually picks up after Part 1.) I did not realize it but as I was getting on the elevator, her ex boyfriend was getting off. Karen had wanted to take a shower but Mike was early and as she was getting her bathrobe on, he knocked at the door. She answered and he gave her a big hug and kiss and without any talking they started making out.She proceeded to undo his pants and proceeded to give him a blowjob until he came in her mouth and then she swallowed it down. They laid there for a few minutes without saying much and then decided to order pizza. After they finished eating they started making out again and Mike entered her from behind and fucked her fast and very hard and he proceeded to cum very quickly. After they were all done Karen told him that she had met someone and this was the last time they would get together like this. Mike said that he sensed it all night and said it was probably time for him to go and he got dressed and left. Part 4 The ConclusionKaren was still laying there naked and felling quite horny since he had left her hanging. Her hands started toughing her breasts and then her right hand found its way down to her cum soaked pussy. She rubbed herself until she came like she had never cum before. Lying there she realized that this whole time she was thinking of me since the time I had left and realized what she had to do. It was about 10:30pm. She picked up the phone and called me. I was sitting watching a movie with some friends. She indicated that she missed me and wondered if I wanted to come over. We talked for a few minutes and I said sure I would be over around 11pm. Then she said dont forget your tooth brush and hung up. She quickly ran and took a quick shower after her long 24 hours. In 24 hours she'd had sex 4 times and given 5 blowjobs involving 4 guys. I arrived as she was walking back from the shower. She gave me a kiss and we went in and she said she was tired so we turned on the TV and she fell asleep as we both laid there naked and I just held her all night long. The End |
myauntlisa.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/82/myauntlisa.txt | My aunt pulled me inside her house, both of us dripping wet from the swimming pool. In the dim light I could finally see the my aunt's nude body. She looked awesome. She was pulling me toward the hall as I watched her ass cheeks flex and release as she walked. My cock was still hard and knowing I was with a naked woman made it even more so. At the end of the hall she opened the door to her room and pulled me inside. She pushed me down on her bed. The soft light in her room made my aunts wet body glisten. She had a smile on her face. She saw me look, then stopped, letting me take a good look at her. I'd never seen a nude women this close before... ever. My aunt was a knockout. Her skin was perfect... her face and smile. My eyes dropped lower. She had the best boobs I had ever seen, they were not big but not small either. Her nipples were hard standing off her light brown areola. Her waist was narrow and so were her hip. Her stomach was tight making her inny belly button look shallow. She had just a thin strip of pubic hair that was well trimmed and below I could see the cleft of her pussy lips framed by her two fantastic looking legs. I was in love.She looked down at me and smiled. "You like?" she asked.I was too stunned to say anything so I just nodded. She grabbed my cock in her hand while moving over my legs. She smiled at me again as she directed my cock to her pussy. My cock sunk into the best feeling in the world. It was warm and snug inside of her. She leaned over me and I watched as her tits moved as she fucked me. Her eyes were closed and her head back as her hips gyrated on my pelvis. I timidly reached up and felt her nipple. Her eyes opened and she brought her head down, kissing my lips. Her tongue snaked its way into my mouth and I could feel the entire weight of her body on mine. She was warm and soft. I could feel my damp hair against the bed sheets as she continued to kiss me harder and harder. I could feel her grind her pelvis into mine. It almost hurt a little. Her hips increasing in speed and while kissing me as hard as she could, screamed in my mouth. I could feel her body tense up then go limp. She moved and looked down into my eyes. "Mmmmm," She moaned with pleasure, smiling at me. "I could do this all day."I couldn't say anything bought thought the same thing. I wanted to do this all day. "You feel so good in me," My aunt said softly. With that, she started moving again, slowly bucking her hips over my cock. This time I could feel her insides as she moved. I could feel something cool on my balls, either water from the pool or something that was coming out my aunt's pussy. She started to buck harder. She grabbed my hands and put them on her tits. I started to knead them and play with them as my balls churned. She moved her hips fast, then slow and fast again. I was trying to control my cock, but I couldn't. My hips raised off the bed as I shot my cum deep inside my aunt. I stopped playing with her tits and just held on to her hips as I bucked into her releasing my cum. I had never felt so alive. Once more she smiled at me."You are a great lover." She looked at me almost studying me, then rolled off of me. My cock was still tingling in that very sensitive stage a young boy has after he has cum. She reached down and touched it causing me to jump a little. She then bent over and put it in her mouth. I could hardly stand the feeling. She saw my uneasiness and let my cock out of her mouth. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. I looked down at my cock. It was red and wet, still hard but not fully hard. I watched as my aunt sat on the edge of her tub and flexed her stomach. Her pussy lips opened and something dribbled out of her hole. She put a little on her finger and licked it. She smiled at me again."Was that your first time?" she asked. I nodded."How did you like it?" My voice cracked. "I liked it." It was the only thing I could think to say. I was looking at my aunt, nude with her legs spread in front of me. I thought to myself how in the heck did my uncle not want this? My aunt looked me over and smiled again. "We need to do something about this," she said, as she reached for my cock. "You need to lose this." She told me as she put her fingers in the small amount of pubic hair that I had. She ran her fingers around and under my balls. "If I had only known," she said to me with a smile. "Let's take a shower and wash this chlorine off." She stood up and turned on the shower. For the next fifteen minutes my aunt and I showered together, feeling each other over and over again. I loved the way my hand slide over her soapy tits and how her hand felt all over my body. Once more I was fully erect. My aunt would rub my cock then moan."Come on," she said, as she turned off the water and got me towel. Once dry she had me sit on the edge of her bathtub. She got some shaving cream and a razor."Don't be afraid," she said, "I will be careful... I promise."I watched as she spread the cream then slowly removed the sparse pubic hair that took me thirteen years to grow. She shaved it, feeling all around for any hair or peach fuzz she missed. "You look so much better this way. Younger too... and more desirable. Now you look like a Greek statue." She laughed to herself.My cock was once again hard and ready. She smiled at me again. She pulled me up to a standing position then got on her knees and again engulfed my cock in her mouth. It almost made my knees buckle. I couldn't believe it felt so good. It felt much different than her cunt. I could feel her tongue move around the head of my cock and feel her hand play with my balls. She sucked in, which almost pulled the cum right out of my balls. It just felt so good to me. I closed my eyes and was feeling good when I felt her finger rub my anus. I opened my eyes looking down at my aunt. It felt good, both her finger an her mouth. I was close to cumming again when I felt the cool air on my wet cock. My aunt looked up at me smiling."I want you to fuck me again. Now!" I didn't have to be asked again.I followed her to her bed. She got on her bed and rolled on her back, legs and arms open for me. I climbed on, studying her nude body as I did. She held my cock and I was in her again. This time nature took over. My hips just started to pump. I was going fast, but was getting tired so I would slow down and take my cock almost all the way out them put it back in again. My aunt seemed to like this. I am not sure how long I lasted, but running out of steam helped. That is until I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back and sank into her as I shot my cum in to her again and again. This time, I didn't cum as much as I had before. My aunt held me as I lay atop her, my cock still inside her cunt."You did great," she whispered. We lay there in the dark feeling each other breath. I could feel my cock relax and my horniness wasn't as strong as it had been. My aunt moved and I slid my cock out of her and rolled to the side of her."You will sleep here from now on," she whispered, and then kissed me on the check. I reached over and put my hand on her stomach and moved them up to her boobs. "Why didn't uncle Mike want to be with you anymore?" I asked, hoping I wasn't treading on thin ice. My aunt didn't answer for a while."I think it may be hard for you to understand," Aunt Lisa replied."But, you're so hot," I said. "You always have been.""You're sweet to say that," she said. "Some people just change. I think I may have been the one to change over the years. We just grew apart.""How can you do that?" I asked."Life changes," she said sadly. "He became too busy in his work and I was busy raising Hannah and other things.""Didn't he like sex with you?" I wasn't sure I should have asked that."I think he liked the sex but was tired of me. We did the same thing over and over. It was much different when we were younger. We loved sex. We would do it anyplace we could. He loved to show me off to others. I loved being seen naked in places that most people would never go naked. "We even let others watch us have sex. It was a real turn on to know we were being watched. We did wild things, but he changed. He wasn't as fun and neither was I. I think he moved on to where he felt more alive again.""Oh," I said, understanding somewhat. "You liked being seen naked?" "I did when I was younger. Now, I am not so sure.""I think you look awesome naked," I told her."I think you do too," she said back to me. "Didn't you like me seeing you at the pool?" she asked."It was kinda embarrassing at first. I thought I was in trouble," I told her as she giggled."What about now? She asked "I like being seen, I guess. I like it when you look at me," I told her."You need to be seen." I could hear the smile in her voice. "I've never seen a boy your age with such a nice looking cock; and believe me I have looked." The last part, I didn't quite catch until the room went silent."You need to sleep. Tomorrow we have things to do," she whispered, then leaned over and kissed me. She moved and was next to me. I felt warm and tired and went to sleep.***The next morning I wake to my aunt moving on the bed."You don't need to wake up," Aunt Lisa said. "It's still early and I'm going to my class at the gym. I'll be back soon." Before she left she pulled the covers down and looked at my nude body once more. I rolled over and went back to sleep.When I woke again, it was brighter outside. I could hear the shower running. I had a morning hard-on, and my cock looked a little on the swollen side. The ring of skin below the head looked a little puffy, but it felt good. I got up and walked into the bathroom. Aunt Lisa heard me and opened the door to the shower."Come on in," she said, "I need you." I got in the shower with her and felt with warm water flow over my body. At once my aunt's hand were all over me. Her mouth over my stiff cock. I had never felt anything better. I was amazed at the feeling. She just kept licking it then sucking it. I felt her finger enter my anus and sink inside , causing me to move closer to her. She started to wiggle her finger inside my ass. The feelings were too much for me to handle. My knees buckled as I came hard in her mouth.She just kept sucking, holding me so I wouldn't fall. Once the cum had stopped she stood up and gave me a kiss. I could feel and taste my cum as she ran her tongue in my mouth. I relaxed a little and the pee started to flow out my still hard cock."Oh!" My aunt said as the pee hit her stomach and the bottom part of her boobs. I thought she might get mad at this but only laughed. She took my cock and aimed it at the wall. Once my bladder was empty my cock felt better. My aunt looked at me then ran her fingers through my hair. "Don't put anything on today, okay?" she asked. "Just stay the way you are right now."She then opened the door and got out, leaving me to use the shower alone. I soaped up and washed all over. I loved my aunt's big shower. I walked to the kitchen still nude. I had dried off, but my hair was still damp."How do you want your eggs?" She asked. "Scrambled please," I replied."Bacon?" she asked. I nodded. "Orange or apple juice?" "Orange, thanks," I said.Suddenly I felt a little out of place. I was nude in my aunt's kitchen while she made me breakfast. My cock wasn't hard as I was trying to keep things down. My aunt was wearing a tank top and shorts. I knew she had no bra on, that was easy to make out. She could have had panties on as I had no idea how to tell. She sat down with me and we ate and she told me we still had a little work today but not much. She told me I could use the pool to darken my tan and tan the places that had been covered before this trip."Will you be honest with me?" My aunt asked. I nodded."Do you really think I am... how did you put it... hot?" Again I nodded."Have you ever seen a nude woman before... or girl naked before?" I thought a minute. "I saw my neighbor naked, but she's only four. Does that count?" I asked."No, not really," she said, smiling, "Have you seen Carol nude?""My mom?" I asked. Auth Lisa nodded. I thought a second. "Well, I've but only glimpses," I replied honestly. "And?" My aunt looked at me."Well... she's okay, I guess. I wasn't looking at her like... well, like I looked at you and I never saw anything but her side and butt running away." Aunt Lisa laughed at that. "Have you ever skinny dipped before?" she asked. I nodded."Alone or with friend?" she asked. "With friends," I replied."You were all naked?" she asked. I nodded."Did you or any of your friends get hard?" she teases."I think some were. I was a few times, but stayed in the water when I was. But one of my friends jumped off the diving board and he was hard. I saw him," I told her."Did you ever run around outside naked?" she asked."We did, but it was at night. No one saw us," I told her."Did you like it?" she asked. I thought a minute then nodded. "It was sort of fun. I just didn't want to get in trouble if we got caught."She laughed at that. "Do you mind being naked now?" she asked me."I think it's fun. I've never done anything like this before." With that, she stood up and gathered the plates and put them in the dishwasher. She turned at smiled at me. We had things to do.As the morning progressed, my aunt had me moving boxes from the garage to where she could unpack them and had me moving some of her furniture. My cock was hard at times while I did this, and soft other times. My aunt seemed to just like me naked. I was liking being naked. Just before noon my aunt stopped and looked around. She went from room to room, with me following her, until we came once more to the kitchen. "I think we are done," she said, and I was hoping that would mean some play time. My cock started to stiffen. "I think you need a darker tan," Aunt Lisa said. "You need some pool time."She got some tanning lotion and started applying it to me. She rubbed it all over my body and paid special attention to my cock and balls. She then patted me on the bum and said. "Now go have some fun."I went out by the pool. I really didn't want to swim. I could feel the heat and humidity on my skin and it felt great. I laid down in a chase lounge and nodded off. Something woke me, but I wasn't sure what. I could see that some time had passed and my front felt hot. I turned over on my stomach and dozed off again. My aunt woke me with a call for lunch. I walked inside and stood still while my eyes adjusted."Looks like you got some sun," she said. "You tan easily, that's good." We ate and talked together. At times I felt as normal naked as I did with clothes on."What else do I need to do?" I asked my aunt after we finished eating."I need to go through some paperwork and arrange a few things, but that doesn't concern you. Is there anything you want to do?" She asked me.All I wanted to do was to have sex again. To get dirty with my aunt again. I liked being naked, but I wanted to use my cock. I was getting hard again and I hoped my aunt took the clue. I have no idea how girls think and I didn't want to say anything and sound too pushy."You may do whatever you would like. You can stay in here with me or go play in the pool, it's up to you," she said, not seeming to notice my condition.I went back out in the pool. This time I swam a little. I tired fast and the heat wasn't helping. I went inside and my aunt applied tanning lotion on me again. I almost came while she was applying it to my inner thighs and balls. She smiled at me and gave me a look I hadn't seen before. I went out and tanned again.It was late afternoon. I was facing west, soaking up the sun when I heard a noise."Cody!" my aunt called. "I'd like for you to meet someone."I turned my head and there standing with Aunt Lisa were a man and woman I didn't know. I felt a little panic as I was still naked, covered only in oil."Come meet some of my friends," she said. "It's okay, no need to be shy."I stood up not knowing what to do. My cock was in a semi hard state and was getting harder the more I tried to will it down. I got off the chaise lounge and just stood there."This is my nephew Cody," Aunt Lisa said, as they walked closer. "He came to help with a few things while I get settled." There was a slight pause as the couple looked at my nude body. "Cody, these are the Millers. They helped me find this place."I didn't want to be rude. I held out my hand. "Hi," I said, "nice to meet you." My voice cracked slightly. Mrs. Miller took my hand and smiled at me, then Mr. Miller shook my hand. "You are a handsome one aren't you," Mr. Miller said. "Looks like you're happy here." He looked at my cock then smiled at me."Um..." was all I could get out. Mrs. Miller was smiling at me too, but looking straight at my cock, not at my face. For some reason, this was turning me on. My cock was now fully erect and quivering with each beat of my heart. "This is your nephew?" Mrs. Miller asked."My sister's son, yes," My aunt said. "Nothing like family is there?" Mr. Miller said, teasingly. I just stood there as they looked at me. Mr. Miller adjusted his pants as his wife just looked me over. Both were older than my aunt. I would say in their late forties or early fifties. Mr. Miller was maybe 6 ft tall with a winning smile and dark wavy hair. Mrs. Miller was about my height, 5ft 5, and blond. She was built a little heavier than my aunt. She had thicker arms and legs plus larger boobs. She had a nice face with deep blue eyes. "Shall we have a drink?" My aunt suggested. I stood there as they walked away. I felt excited and alive. I had no idea people were like this. I always thought if someone saw a naked kid they would run or call the cops or something. Instead, these people just looked at me and smiled. I even shook their hands. This was wild. I couldn't help it and I started to stroke my cock. I could see them watching me through the windows as they talked. I decided to let them see me from all sides. I walked around the pool, jacking a few times then took a dive off the diving board. I made sure I bounced up and down a few times letting my cock bounce for them. The water felt good but I dove a few more times before I swam a few laps.I got out of the water and walked in the kitchen of my aunt's house. My cock was still semi hard. Aunt Lisa was saying goodbye to the Millers, I saw them and waved. Mrs. Miller gave me a smile and walked up to me. She looked at my cock and put her hand on it, bringing it to its fully erect state."We need to come see you again," she said, as she ran her hand over my balls and along my cock. Once more I just about came there and then. I watched as they said their goodbyes again and left. My aunt turned and looked at me, then walked over to me and kissed me hard on the lips. "You're so fucking sexy for a kid," she said, feeling my cock as she did so. Then; "Are you hungry? I'm in the mood for pizza, how about you?""Sounds good to me," I said. My aunt sat down in a chair and started to rub my cock and balls as I stood there. "That was so hot watching them looking at you. And them knowing you're my nephew made it even more nasty. They liked you, you know. Both of them.""How do you know?" I asked."They told me," she continued. "They were shocked that we were related and you were nude and hard like that. They called you my boy-toy. If they only knew..." She gave a little laugh at that. "I almost came watching your interactions with them. I was hoping you would have done more.""I wasn't sure what to do," I admitted."Just do what you want to, it's okay with me," she said, "You'll learn. How was it being nude all day?" "I really liked it," I told her. "Do I have to put clothes on?" My aunt laughed, "Not if you don't want to love," she said.She went to the kitchen and called a pizza place. I overheard her ask if Phil was delivering, then she said something I couldn't hear, and then hung up the phone."It should be here in about 45 minutes," she told me. "Is there something you would like to do while we wait?"I looked down at my stiff cock and moved my hips a little. Aunt Lisa smiled, pulled her top off and dropped her shorts, stepping out of them. Nude, she walked over to me and pulled me in an embrace and started kissing me. She kissed me hard, running her hands over my back and butt. I could feel her cunt press against my cock. My aunt and I were the same height. She took my cock and shifted around in front of me so that once more I sank into the warmth and wetness of her slick cunt. I was so horny I just grabbed her ass and started humping her. Fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. It wasn't long before I came in her. My body jerked again and again as I unloaded my cum in her."Where did that come from?" Aunt Lisa asked, as I pulled my cock from her sopping cunt. I was still hard, but my cock was very sensitive. "I've wanted to do that all day," I told her. She just laughed. "I forgot how horny a kid your age can be," she said. "You like sex... how sex feels... right?" I nodded.She smiled, "It's too bad you didn't start earlier. You have the largest cock I have ever seen on a kid. I like that. Why don't you go shower and I'll set the table for dinner."I went into her bathroom and showered. It was nice to get the oil off my body. I looked in the mirror as I dried off. My skin had become much darker. The area that had never seen sun before, my cock and ass, seemed a little red but I knew that by tomorrow it would be an even golden color that would be just a little lighter than the rest of me. My cock and balls looked like they got darker too. I liked that. Afterwards, I walked out to the kitchen naked. My aunt was on the phone smiling at me. She reached down and got my cock extremely hard again and she continued her phone conversation. She motioned to me to put some ice in the glasses and I did so. I made myself busy moving things around when the doorbell rang. My aunt waved for me to go get it. She covered the phone with her hand and mouthed to me, "Go get the door. It's the pizza.""Naked?" I asked softly. She nodded and smiled. I wasn't sure what to do. She covered the phone again and whispered, "Just do it. It will be fun, I promise." I looked at her and shrugged, then slowly walked to the door. My aunt following a little behind. I took a deep breath and opened the door and peeked around it. "Pizza!" The guy said."K," I said, "Hold on, okay?" The guy nodded.My aunt put down the phone and came up to me and opened the door all the way. I just stood there naked with a hard-on starting to go down a little. The pizza guy looked at me then smiled. "Nice cock dude," he said. "Hi Phil," My aunt said, "This is my nephew Cody. He's a nudist." I had no idea what to do, so I just stood there. "How much?" My aunt said."$23.50," the guy said, still looking at me.My aunt went to get some cash as I let the guy look at me all he wanted. When she came back she was rummaging through her purse. The guy gave me the pizza. I stood there holding it as my aunt paid him. She then nodded to the guy and his smile widened."It's okay?" he asked. "Please do," Aunt Lisa replied, smiling back at him. "Hold the pizza higher Cody," she said.I did and I felt my cock being felt by a warm hand."Shit, he's hard!" the pizza guy said. I had never had a guy feel touch me like that before. But then most everything I had been experiencing lately was new to me. I moved the box to the side and watched as the he stood there and felt my cock and balls."Damn it! I need to get back to work, but thanks for the feel," he said, as he turned and ran back to his car."What about your tip?" My aunt called after him, but he was already in his car. I watched as he left my aunts driveway."That sure was hot, don't you think?" My aunt said. "Let me guess, your first time being felt-up by a gay guy?""By any guy," I replied."Did you like it?" She asked."It was okay, but not as good as you," I told her. We ate our pizza, talking about some of things I had done that day. She told me she liked watching others look at me. She told me it made her very horny. When my aunt and uncle were younger they used to do things like that she told me. After we cleaned up my aunt asked me to if I wanted to go on a walk with her? I didn't want to get dressed, but I wanted to be with my aunt so I put on some shorts.***The night was hot and muggy. My aunt and I strolled through her neighborhood in the dark. We didn't say much. It was just nice to walk around with her."So you like being naked don't you?" My aunt asked me breaking the silence."I do," I said, "I like it a lot.""How much do like being naked on a scale one to ten?" she asked."Eleven!" I said."Will you get nude for me now?" she asked. "Out here?""You really want me to?" I replied."Are you brave enough?"I thought about it. It was a challenge. I stopped and undid my shorts. I looked around and then dropped them, pulling them off over my sneakers."I love you!" My aunt said, as we stood there, with her felt my cock. "You are a brave boy."Then we walked along the sidewalk and in hand. Only one car passed us, which I sort of hid behind my Aunt as it passed. I was more nervous about people coming out of their homes and seeing me or others on a night stroll too. It was hot and muggy and most of the people didn't seem to go out into the heat unless they needed to.Soon though, I was feeling more comfortable as we walked. My aunt would stroke my cock a while then just look at me. We were about to turn back when we heard giggling and loud talking. My aunt and I both stopped as three girls came around the corner. They were across the street and I was in the shadows. "I dare you to let them see you," Aunt Lisa whispered to me. "I bet they haven't seen a boy with a cock like yours before." She giggled a little as she stroked my cock to full hardness."What do you want me to do?" I asked nervously."Just walk over and say hi to them," my aunt said. I took a big breath and looked for cars, then walked into the street and over to where they could see me. All three girls stopped when they saw me. I stopped too, not knowing what else to do. Then suddenly inspiration struck me and I started to jack off in front of them. I figured that would be something none of that would have ever seen before.Slowly, I moved closer to the street light so they could get a better view of me and what I was doing. I could see they were all about my age or maybe a little younger. They we talking to each other in hushed tones and staring at me as I continued to jackoff. My aunt startled me when she came up behind me and took hold of my cock. The girls just watched wide-eyed, with one of them moving closer. My aunt then knelt down in front of me and sucked my cock into her mouth. I was shocked but so aroused by me pretty aunt acting like a whore in public like this that I couldn't hold out, but she pulled off me just as I came. I stood there spurting cum into the air in front of three teenage girls and I felt faint with the excitement of it all. Once I'd finished cumming, the girls started to laugh and ran away. But the one that had moved closer for a better look stopped and turned around and while looking at me, pulled up her shirt exposing her chest to me.Then she turned and with the rest ran away down the street. Once they turned the corner, my aunt retrieved my shorts and handed them back to me. I put them on and we walked a little faster back to her house. ENDTo be continued? Comments to: [email protected]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Kristen's collection - Directory 82 |
carambola.txt | https://asstr.xyz/~Kristen/44/carambola.txt | My wife and I came to St Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands for our twentieth wedding anniversary and enjoyed it so much, we decided to stay. I found a lucrative job selling condos on the Island while my wife took her money from her retirement program to open up a jewelry store selling locally-made Caribbean items.My wife's younger sister, Miriam, and her husband, Maurice, talked about coming to visit us but we didn't think they were very serious about doing so.I had just dropped my wife off at the airport for a visit back to the States when I got a call on my cell phone."Island Condos," I answered."Hey, Dick," I recognized her sweet female voice. "It's Miriam here. Maurice and I were planning on visiting you in St Croix over my spring break." Miriam was a high school English teacher back in Mountain Brook, Alabama."We already bought our tickets for this week until Maurice had to cancel due to a golf outing with one of his most important clients. This is my spring break and I wanted to chill out and relax with or without my husband.""Fantastic!" I replied. "When are you coming?" "I'm at the airport now. Can you be a dear to come by and pick me up?"Now?" I asked. "Your sister just left on the return jet flight back to Miami. Your paths might have crossed. She was probably in Customs while you were arriving. Let me jump back into my car and I'll be back at the airport in about ten minutes. See you then."I certainly wasn't disappointed that my wife's sister came to visit St Croix by herself. You see, Miriam is a very attractive blonde who recently turned thirty, which is about ten years younger than my wife and me.I met her at baggage claim. She looked fabulous! Miriam is a natural beauty so she didn't need any make-up to look great. She was wearing a short flowery print skirt which showed off her shapely bare legs. She had on a sheer white blouse which did wonders for her already magnificent breasts. I could easily make out her little pink nipples through her lacy, white bra.Miriam wore a pair of those cute little sandals that drew attention to her red-painted toes. My dick got hard as she kissed me on the cheek. I love the fragrance of her wonderful-smelling perfume.An elderly Negro porter took Miriam's bag as we headed to my car. Her beautiful shoulder-length, golden blonde was pulled into a cute little pony tail tied back with a red ribbon that swayed back and forth as she walked. I couldn't help but watch her cute little butt as the porter and I followed behind her.The black porter put her bags in the trunk and I tipped him ten dollars. He held the door open for the lovely blonde as she slipped into the passenger's seat. I saw him looking at her smooth, trim white legs as she sat down and swung her legs into to car. The Negro probably caught a quick glimpse of her tiny little white panties and was getting a big black boner right now. He knew that there was no way in the world that he would ever come close to having anything like her.I drove the short distance to the other side of the Island where I have one of the few two-bedroom condos at the Carambola Beach Club as a perk for having surpassed over one million dollars in condo sales. We stopped by the reception desk so I could check for any messages I might have missed while I as out of the office."Hey, Ike," I said to the tall black fellow behind the front desk. Ike Turner is the front desk manager. "How's Tina?" I joked. We have a standing joke about him and Tina Turner."She be good, Mon," Ike replied in his Caribbean accent."Ike, I'd like you to meet Miriam. Miriam, this is Ike."Ike took Miriam's hand in his big black paw. I wasn't sure if he held her hand a little too long or if it was Miriam doing the holding but their hands were together more than what a friendly handshake should be."I'm very pleased to meet you, Missy." Ike called all pretty women, "Missy.""Any friend of Dick's is a friend of mine, especially one as beautiful as you."I couldn't believe it but Miriam was actually blushing."It is very nice to meet you, too, Ike," Miriam said in her sweetest Southern Belle voice.If I didn't know better, Miriam was trying to put the moves on the black front desk manager. She hadn't been away from her husband for more than eight hours. Is it possible that she was already on the prowl?I showed Miriam her room which was next to the one that I normally share with my wife. Miriam said that she wanted to take a short nap and freshen up before dinner. Friday night is the Carambola's Caribbean Pirate seafood buffet. It was some of the best food on the Island. It was as good as usual tonight. We ate, we drank and then the Mocko Jumbies came on as the entertainment. These are some of the local Islanders dressed up in Caribbean costumes on stilts to make them look like giant spirits. Unbeknownst to me, the bartender normally spiked the drink of the new attractive women with a mild aphrodisiac. Tonight was no exception with Miriam's Pina Colada.While she danced with me, Miriam seemed to be rubbing much closer to me than I have ever noticed that she ever did before. Maybe it was because my wife wasn't there or that her own husband wasn't. Maybe she just wanted to have fun tonight.We both had several drinks and close to midnight so we walked back over to my condo. I had barely gotten into my bed when I felt someone slip into the bed with me. I turned to greet my wife's naked sister.I had dreamed of something like this but never before did I ever dream that it might come true. I already knew that she was a true blonde because one time I went to the bathroom at her house. She hadn't locked the bathroom door and I walked in on her while she was on the toilet peeing. At first she tried to hide her private parts but she had to pee so badly that she couldn't hold it. I was mesmerized as she spread her legs and began to urinate right there in front of me. Me eyes went right to her pussy as I couldn't help watching. I saw the stream of urine coming out of her pussy and the little tufts of curly, blonde pussy hair that formed a vee pointing towards her vagina. When she was finished she looked up at me and smiled. I thought that I was gonna cum in my pants right there and then.I knew it was wrong to cheat on my wife like this but I couldn't help myself. Miriam looked so inviting. Her kiss was warm and urgent. My hand went down to her pussy to find it hot and moist. Her clitoris was swollen and stood up like a little penis. Her hand pushed down my shorts as she massaged my growing dick. Damn, she wanted cock and she wanted it now!She whispered sexily in my ear, "I want to be your Tina. I want you to be my Ike. Start off nice and slow but finish rough. I hadn't known that Miriam liked to be fucked roughly but I did my best "Ike" impression and gave "Tina" All that I had. She was a real wildcat in bed. Why her husband didn't keep her barefoot and pregnant was beyond me. I would have had my dick in this prime pussy every chance I had. Hell, I'd fuck her tight pussy twice each night and three times on Sunday!We fucked several times that night. I was in seventh heaven. I just about came again when she whispered in my ear, "Dick, I'm not on any birth control. I'd like you to go down on me and lick your cum out of my pussy.I did as she asked. I've eaten a woman's pussy on many occasions before but never to eat someone's cum, even if it was my own. Miriam reached another orgasm as my tongue lapped at her dripping pussy.We slept together the rest of the night. I had the wet spot. Fortunately, I placed a towel down on the bed so that I didn't have to sleep in our own love juices all night.The next morning, Miriam fixed us breakfast while I went out to run my daily five mile route. After breakfast we swam in the ocean and sunned ourselves. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes off of my wife's lovely sister as she wore her skimpy bathing suit so well. It was also quite hard for me to hide my own erection but I did the best that I could under the circumstances.After lunch, we took a quick nap. Actually it wasn't so quick and it certainly wasn't a nap. We fucked again that afternoon and Miriam just about wore me out. After a real nap, we watched a spectacular sunset on the sandy beach while we drank beer from my ice chest.It was now Saturday night and Miriam and I dressed more formally than we normally do in just shorts and flip-flops. Miriam wore a cute short, black number that looked simply stunning on her. It showed off her fabulous legs and revealed much of her lovely twin orbs. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra as her taut nipples poked through the thin material as her breasts were straining to get out. She wore a pair of Gucci black leather, high-heeled, backless pumps that really turned me on. Not only did she look good enough to eat she also smelled divine!After a delicious seafood dinner at Carambola's Mahogany Grill, we had some after-dinner drinks as we danced to the music of the Temptations. I had to go pee so I excused myself. I unzipped my pants and began peeing when this black fellow steps up to the stall next to mine. I casually looked over at him as I have always been curious after hearing all the rumors about black men. This fellow was hung like the proverbial bull. His cock was big and jet black. He was as black as the Ace of Spades. I've never seen anyone with such a big manhood before.He looked over at me and smiled. "You like what you see, Mon?" he asked me in his native Caribbean accent."Ahhh, no," I stuttered. "I'm not that kind. I didn't mean to look. It just came naturally. Really, I'm sorry.""Don't be sorry, Mon. If you white guys don't look, you won't know what your white women crave."I didn't have a reply to that so I just kept quiet."That pretty blonde woman your wife, Mon?""Uhh, yes." I replied. I didn't want to have to explain myself to this complete stranger that the woman I was with wasn't my wife but actually my wife's sister.We finished peeing and he put his big black monster back into its cage while I put mine back into my underwear. While I was washing my hands, he asked, "Do you mind if I dance with your wife, Mon?""Sure, I don't mind," I lied. "Why don't you go ahead and ask her?"I certainly will, Mon. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."I really didn't think that Miriam would dance with a black guy as she's from Alabama. White women being seen with black men is still taboo there. Many years ago, several black men were castrated and hanged for just looking at a white woman. There is still a lot of racial tension in Alabama but it's better than before. Now it was a much more common occurrence to see white women with black men as the women of today have much more freedom than before which is much like what the Negroes have today. Of course, if you are a wealthy African-American like most of the professional basketball players, you can just about have any white woman you want.I went back to my table and sat next to Miriam.It was almost too much for me to bear as I watched the black man from the bathroom coming toward our table. Maybe he had a chance after all."My name is Malcolm, pretty lady. Your husband said I could dance with you."Miriam looked over at me with a puzzled smile before turning back to the black man."Why, yes," Miriam said to the Negro. "I'd love to dance with you."I was kind of surprised that Miriam danced with a total stranger, especially one who was black. "Well," I thought to myself, "Miriam's free, white and twenty-one. She can dance with anyone she wants. What would her daddy think?"The band was playing The Temptations' "My Girl" as Malcolm took Miriam into his strong black arms. He was dancing very close to her. It had occurred to me just then that "My Girl" was a popular song at my own high school prom. Many girls were made into a woman that night after dancing to "My Girl." My own dick twitched in my pants as I watched Miriam dance close to the black man. Maybe she would be made into a real woman tonight?They danced several more tunes before they came back to the table. Miriam excused herself to go to the powder room.When she returned, she drank some more of the potent Pina Colada that Malcolm had ordered for her. The black man took Miriam's hand and led the pretty blonde wife back out onto the dance floor. It struck me as exciting when I saw his big black hand take her little white hand in his. The glistening of her diamond engagement ring and her wedding band on her white finger inside of the palm of his black hand made by dick get even harder. "What if Miriam slept with this black man?" I pondered. My dick got even harder. I was pretty drunk myself.The couple came back to the table once again. Miriam took a long drink from her melting Pina Colada. She excused herself once again as she left to go to the Ladies Room."I think she likes me, Mon," Malcolm said to me. "I asked her for her panties before she went to pee the first time. She gave them to me just a moment ago." He opened up his black hand to show me. I recognized her tiny black panties he had in the palm of his hand. I knew them as I had searched through Miriam's suitcase while she was out of the room earlier today and went through her sexy lingerie.Malcom held the tiny fabric up to his broad black nose and took a good whiff."Mon, your wife sure do smell sweet." Then he put her useless panties in his back pocket as a souvenir. I knew that she did, too. While I was rummaging through her luggage this morning, I had also smelled her fragrant little panties that she had worn yesterday. I was planning on using the lame excuse of looking for some aspirin if she returned early and walked in on me while I was going through her baggage.I didn't know it was possible but my dick expanded even further thinking about Miriam with the black stranger.Miriam came back and promptly said, "Dick, I think it's time we go back to your condo."Then she amazed me even further as she turned to the black man, "Malcolm, will you join us for a nightcap in our condo?""Sure, sure. Anything that the pretty little lady wants." Malcolm looked over at me and winked.Miriam and Malcolm strolled arm and arm back to my condo. I never imagined in my darkest dreams that my wife's sister would ever be with a Negro. Now here she was heading back to my place for a nightcap with this black man. She was the one who was going to get nightcapped. I barely had my condo unlocked when Malcolm pushed Miriam up against the wall.I quickly closed the door behind us as the black stranger torridly began kissing the lovely blonde English teacher and wife.All I could do was to back up down the hall and watch. Fortunately, I had my videocamera handy so I could film this hot interracial action. I quickly got it and began filming. Her husband would never believe that his loving little wife would ever do something like this, especially with a black man. My own dick was about to burst.The black man's hands went to the thin straps on her dress. Before, he had been massaging her breasts through the thin material. Malcolm slipped the straps down her smooth, white shoulders revealing her magnificent breasts. Her little pink nipples were certainly aroused as they stood up at attention because of his oral ministrations. His thick lips encircled one pink bud then the next. Their lips locked together in a deep soul-kiss.Malcolm pushed the hem of her dress up her smooth white legs. I could see through the lens of the videocamera that she wasn't wearing any panties.The black man quickly unzipped his own pants as he whispered into Miriam's ear loud enough for me and the vodeocamera to hear."Put it in for me, Missy."Miriam reached between the black man's legs and guided his gigantic black missile towards its intended target. That huge black cock of his surely was about to do much damage and destruction. Miriam gasped as the huge black cock thrust into her tight vagina for the very first time. Her arms went around his broad black back. Malcolm didn't waste anytime going deep. Fortunately for Miriam, she was moist enough to lubricate her embattled pussy. The extra dose of Aphrodisiac that Malcolm paid the bartender twenty dollars for to put into the pretty blonde wife's drink certainly paid off in spades. He was gonna fuck this little white bitch until she passed out!It seemed as if Miriam couldn't get enough of Malcolm's big black dick. She had an itch between her legs like she had never had before. The pretty blonde wife had her first of many orgasms as the black man roughly fucked the excited blonde wife.The black man bellowed out as his first load of dark, hot seed hammered into her abused pussy.I couldn't believe that Miriam was just fucked by the big black bull and she wanted more - much more! She led her new black lover to her bedroom as they began shedding the remainder of their clothes. They began going at it again in earnest while I continued to film the two of them. I went through two two-hour video tapes before I was so tired that I had to say my good-nights. I hated to leave Miriam with the black stranger but at least she was right next door to my own bedroom. Miriam and Malcolm must have fucked all night as I could continually hear the bed creaking and her crying out with another orgasm. Through the thin walls, I could their sounds of lovemaking all night.The well-hung black stranger fucked the lovely blonde wife every which way but loose. It was my Sunday to work weekend duty at the condo sales office so I had to leave the condo before nine AM. Before I left, Miriam wanted me to go down on her. The thought of eating another man's cum out of her freshly-fucked and very, nasty raw pussy didn't really turn me on but I did so anyway. Her pussy had been stretched like I'd never seen before. It was gaping. I don't know if either I or her husband could ever satisfy her ever again. They were still going at it when I left for work on Sunday morning.When I got home that evening after work, Miriam had packed and taken all of her things with her. She must have had her fill of St Croix and black men. Miriam's bedroom was a disaster zone. The sheets and pillows were strewn all over the place. The black man's cum and Miriam's love juices were on everything. Even in my younger fraternity party days, I have never seen anything like this before. Fortunately, I have weekly maid service included with my condo so I wouldn't have to clean up all the sloppy mess.*******I figured that Miriam had packed up and gone home until I got a call later on in the week from Maurice."Dick, have you seen or heard from Miriam?" he asked. "My wife was supposed to be home from St. Croix today. She hasn't called me either. She took her cell phone. Don't they work there?""Whoa, now, Maurice. One question at a time, okay?""I saw your wife this morning before I came to work," I don't know why but I lied. The last time that I saw his wife was Sunday morning, four days ago. "And yes, cell phones do work here in the Virgin Islands but my condo at Carambola is next to some mountains near the rain forest. The reception isn't so good, some maybe she hasn't had a chance to call." The later part of my answer was correct but I instantly began to worry about Miriam. I hadn't heard from her either since early this past Sunday morning when she was still in the throes of getting fucked by a big black buck. Was Miriam looking for love or was it just lust, big black lust?I went straight to the Island police to file a missing person report. They told me that there was a twenty-four hour waiting period before they could start looking for her."Twenty-four hours?" I exclaimed. "She's been missing almost a week now! Can't you do anything?""Sorry, Mon," the police desk clerk replied. "That's the procedure. By the way, Mon, what did she look like?"I told him what a pretty blonde woman she was. Maybe he would help me find her after all."Mon, many pretty American women come to the Island looking for romance. Some married, some not. Some find what they be lookin' for, most don't. Why don't you go over to Fredriksted this evening and check with the hookers. They might know where you lady be.""Ask the hookers?" I thought to myself. "Why would they possibly know where Miriam was?"A cruise ship had been in the Fredriksted port earlier today but left after sunset. A freighter from Liberia had just docked overnight. It didn't take long to find the street with the hookers. It was on "Princess Street" which was back off the boardwalk by three blocks. The order of the street names was "King Street" next to the pier. That was followed by Queen Street, Prince Street and finally then Princess Street. There weren't many other streets in Fredriksted so I knew this was the place after following some of the black seamen from the freighter there. I turned the corner and stopped cold. There were several good-looking white women there all dolled up. One of them looked like Miriam. It was Miriam! "Oh, my gawddd!" I thought to myself. "Miriam has turned into a hooker?"I was about to approach Miriam when a big arm wrapped around my neck."Mon, what you think you be doing here? This here's for sailors only and you don't look like no sailor to me, Mon." The fellow doing the talking was big and black. He was also choking the life out of me.He finally let go of my neck long enough to tell him that my wife's sister was over there. "I just want to talk to her to see if she's alright.""She be okay, Mon. No one talks to the hoes. No one bothers the hoes. They busy, Mon, don't ya sees that?""I just need to talk to her for minute, okay?"Nobody, I said nobody, Mon, talks to the bitches. Especially not you, Mon! Now get outta here unless you wanta gets hurt real bad."As I was leaving to go back to my car without talking to Miriam, another black guy stopped me."Hey, Mon. Do you wanna see your woman in action?""I turned to him and said, "What do you mean, "See her in action?""Mon, everything costs money, don't cha know that? One hunter," he mispronounced 'hundred.' "U.S. dollas gets you in to see any woman you want for thirty minutes. Ya sit in this little room, Mon, and watch her through a two-way mirror as she struts her stuff with the sailor boys. Ya can even jerk off if you wants to. Ya interested, Mon?""Yea," I responded as I pulled out my well worn wallet and searched in the secret pocket for a one hundred dollar bill that I had reserved for fun money."Who ya wanna see, Mon?" he inquired."Miriam, she's the pretty blonde in the short blue dress.""Mon, she be popular tonight. She just now goin' upstairs with those three black sailors. Ya gotta hurry if ya wants to see it from the start."The black pimp hustled me down a dark alleyway. I thought that he might try to roll me for the rest of my money but unless he had help or a weapon, I thought that I could defend myself pretty well.He led me up a narrow staircase and into a tiny, dark room. He opened the curtain and a well lit room appeared on the other side."Can they see us?" I asked quietly. "No, Mon. I already tol' ya that dis here is a two way mirror. We's even puts in a microphone so ya can hears them better but theys can't hears ya.""Here, take dis beeper, Mon. It'll vibrate when ya thirty minutes are up. If ya wants to see more, Mon, it's anotha hunter dollas for anotha thirty minutes, Mon. Pay the big guy downstairs. If ya don't, he comes up to gets ya. Ya won't like what ya looks like when he be getting' through with ya, Ya motha won't even recognize ya, Mon, so yous better pay up. Now enjoys the show."I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I was paying to see Miriam get fucked by three black men. Actually I couldn't believe that Miriam was doing this either.I caught the first of the show. Miriam led the three black sailors into the room. They were all over her like stink on shit. I wanted to go in there to rescue her but I just sat there with my own little white dick getter harder by the minute.I could hear Miriam talking to the black men. She was actually encouraging them to fuck her. Miriam took off her dress and laid back on the ratty old bed. She left her high heels on. All three of the black sailors quickly shucked their old, dirty clothes. When the big black guy stripped off his pants, I heard Miriam audibly gasp. Then I saw why. This guy was huge. He crawled up between Miriam's wide-spread legs and began to eat her pretty blonde pussy. Most of her clients probably had never seen a white woman naked before, especially a blonde a pretty as Miriam was. Now she was about to get fucked by the biggest, blackest cock that I have ever seen. There was no way that the giant Negro manhood would ever fit into her tiny blonde pussy.After eating out the pretty blonde wife's pussy, the giant Negro sailor made his way up her smooth trim belly stopping long enough only to swipe his long tongue into her belly button. I noticed a belly ring where there wasn't one before. The ring must have been new as Miriam didn't have one last Saturday when we made love together.Miriam's legs went up over his muscular buttocks. The giant Negro guided his massive cock to her unprotected pussy. He must have been a good lover at home because he tenderly eased his pussy-wrecker into her waiting opening. Miriam gasped as the first several inches were pushed into her. That was the easy part. Fitting the rest would almost take an act of God.The lovely blonde woman underneath the massive black man pulled his head down towards her own until her ruby red lips met his thick black ones. They kissed as the enormous black cock continued its journey to the center of her innermost being.I couldn't believe that Miriam was taking all of it. I couldn't believe that my own pants were down around me knees and I was actually jacking-off while I was watching my wife's sister get the fucking of her sweet life.The vibrator went off before I had a chance to blow my own wad. "Oh, shit," I said as I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran down the stairs to pay the big guy "anotha hunter dollas."I quickly ran back up stairs to see the giant Negro bust his big black nut into the pretty blonde wife. The next guy wanted a blow job. Miriam sucked him off that the pro that she was becoming. The third black sailor wanted something new. His cock wasn't as thick as the first sailor's but it was noticeably longer. He had Miriam lay on her side as he laid down behind her. Miriam was barefoot now as the third guy had removed her high heels. Her toenails were painted the same red that she wore on her fingernails. "God," I thought to myself. "She looks so sexy." The third black sailor lifted her leg opening her pussy wider. He felt her sopping wet pussy with one hand while the other one went around her neck. He cruelly turned her head towards him so he could kiss her as her fucked her in the pussy with his long black cock. Then while he held a tight grip on her, he took his cock out of her pussy and shoved if up her tight virgin ass. Miriam tried to scream to no avail as she was still in his tight clutches.I could tell that Miriam was writhing in a lot of pain because the black guy had to hold her very tightly while he roughly butt-fucked her. Then I remembered that she liked it rough. She was getting her wish and then some. Be very careful what you wish for. The beeper vibrated again just as I shot my load. I left. I didn't have any more money and there was no way that I could save Miriam from any more debasement.*******The next day, I went back to the Police Station. The same desk sergeant was there. I told him that I found her and in what condition."Mon, so many pretty white women end up there but there isn't anything we can do. They ain't being held against their will. The only other thing that I can think of that you might do is to go talk to her pimp. Maybe you can buy her back.""Buy her back?" I asked myself. "These women are sold just like a piece of meat at the butcher shop. What if someone else bought Miriam and took her somewhere else? How would I ever find her again? I had heard that was what happened to that pretty high school girl who was abducted in Aruba after her graduation party went awry. She had been fucked numerous times by big-dicked black men before the authorities found her alive selling her body to any and every body. She also liked her meat dark and big."I went back to Fredriksted. Fortunately it wasn't too hard to find her pimp."How much for the new pretty blonde?" I asked him."Hunter thousand, cash, Mon."I swallowed hard at hearing such a high amount but knew that there would probably be a number of other takers even at one hundred thousand dollars. The white slave business was very lucrative. Miriam could be the star of many interracial porno movies if I didn't do something to save her now. There actually were several wealthy white men looking for attractive white wives. They like to watch the women take on impossibly large black men while they jacked off. The movies they made were for their own viewing pleasure. I needed to act fast. I needed to act now!*******I hurried back and called Maurice on my cell phone. Fortunately, he picked up on the first ring."Maurice," I said. "I couldn't tell you because I didn't know it then but your wife has been kidnapped by some white slave traders.""That kind of thing still happens today?" he asked stupidly. I knew that he had heard the news about the high school girl being kidnapped, raped and put into the white slave trade in Aruba. "God, what an idiot," I thought of Maurice. "No wonder Miriam came to St Croix without her clueless husband. That kidnapped girl from Alabama lived in the same town where they did.""Yes, that is still done even today. The kidnappers are demanding a one hundred thousand dollar ransom to get her back alive. Otherwise," I lied, "they said they would feed her lifeless body to the sharks. Please wire me one hundred thousand cash today. You got that much, don't you?""I do but I can't get to it until tomorrow. I'll catch the first flight to St Croix in the morning.""Maurice, we may not have that much time. They might move her to another location or even kill her tonight," I pleaded with him."Dick, that's the best I can do. That little bitch of mine just had to go off down there by herself and get herself kidnapped. She buttered her own bread, now she gets to lay in it."The sorry bastard hung up."Damnit!" I said out loud. I better go check up on her tonight.I went by the bank and withdrew one thousand dollars. That would be enough for watching her for five hours. Hell, if I could get my hands on one hundred thousand dollars, I could even buy Miriam for myself.I took my video camera with me as I entered the tiny room and set it up on a tripod so I didn't have to hold it all the time. In that five hour period, Miriam had twenty-seven black lovers. They all had huge cocks and none of them used a rubber. They all rode her bareback and rode her hard. She was rode hard and put up wet, as that old horse saying goes. Miriam seemed to be not able to scratch that terrible itch between her legs. Each Negro who fucked her, she made feel like her first and only lover. Miriam was getting good at this. I could tell she liked what she was doing. If I did buy her, would she even come with me? I now had three full tapes of Miriam fucking a lot of well-hung black men.Maurice showed up the next day with the cash. I picked him up at the airport and explained the situation on the way over to Fredriksted. He couldn't believe that his wife was actually fucking black men and liked it.I found Miriam's pimp and told him that we wanted to watch Miriam in action.He said, "Mon, for a regular like you, one hunter dollars for both of ya."He led us up the staircase. Miriam was already in action when the curtain was opened."Goddamn it" Maurice exclaimed. My little bitch of a wife loves fucking these big-dicked niggers. Look at her fuck him back. Miriam never fucked me like that. Let the little black-cock whore rot to death. She's gotten plenty of my fucking money. Not another dime. Let her work for her own fucking money!"Maurice's outburst kind of surprised me so I decided to defend her."Maurice, she didn't choose this. She was drugged. They made her the black-cock whore that she is today.""Man," he said to me. His attitude changed. "Look at my wife fuck that big black cock. This is better than any of those porno movies that I buy on the internet."Now Maurice surprised me even more as he took out his own little white pecker and began to beat his meat. If that tiny white dick of his was all that Miriam got at home, then it was no wonder that she was here and wanted more."Hell, man," he said to me as he finished jerking off. "Maybe she is worth one hundred thousand dollars after all. I'll bring the little bitch home. I bet there are a number of my black clients who would like to get a piece of her sweet white ass."So it turned out that Maurice bought his wife. I helped him bring her back to the States. He was right. There were a number of his black clients who wanted to fuck his pretty blonde wife. As it turned out, Maurice's business grew and grew especially with the help of all of his new black clients. Miriam sealed more deals in her bed than Maurice ever could just by himself.On a Saturday night, Maurice would dress up his pretty blonde wife for dinner date and a night on the town with one or more of his black clients. Miriam would then take them home to Maurice's newly installed playroom. The clients loved Miriam so much that they always came back for more. The black businessmen had ready access to her sweet little pussy anytime they wanted. Miriam now had hundreds of black lovers to scratch that big black cock itch between her pretty white legs.Maurice was now his wife's pimp. She was fed a steady stream of big black cock. Miriam was a high-priced slut for big black cock. Not only did Maurice make money off of his wife's help at deal closing time with her pretty little blonde pussy, he also make amateur interracial home videos that were a big hit all over the world. Miriam even made it to Amateur Video World's highest ranking of five stiff boners. If only her daddy could see her now. Would he jerk off while watching her getting fucked by big black studs like millions did now?END |
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